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"My Slut" - Derek Danforth X Reader

Summary: A jealous Derek confronts Y/N, one of his mother's employees, about flirting with a bunch of guys at a party when they were supposed to be there to keep him in line.

A/N: This was a little rushed ngl, but I did my best My Jhutch hyperfixation is coming back. So expect more fics, and please remember if you have any ideas please share!

Contents: GN! Reader, drug usage, smoking, drinking, plot? What plot, filthy smut, Dom! Derek, degradation, use of 'slut' and 'bitch', choking, spitting, impact play, face fucking, spoiled brat Derek, no mentions of readers' genitals, hate fucking, no prep, no protection (wrap that shit), dumbification, possessive Derek, jealous Derek

Word Count: 2750

SMUT UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI!!

"I'm not your property, Danforth." you spat, venom lacing your words as you stared at him in a cold, annoyed manner.

"Aren't you?" he asked, raising a brow and looking at you with all the arrogance in the world.

God, he was SO annoying. You couldn't believe the audacity of this sociopathic con artist. "No Derek, contrary to popular belief, I don't fucking belong to you. I don't even work for you remember? Your mother hired me. " You hissed, placing the glass of bourbon that was in your hand onto the table in front of you.

"Well I don't think my mother hired you to flirt with a bunch of men like a little whore now did she?" He asked, taking a long drag of the joint that rested in his hand.

"She hired me to keep an eye on you, Derek. I'm a glorified babysitter, I might as well have a little bit of fun whilst trying to keep you sober. "

"Yeah you don't exactly do a good job of that, now do you? I wonder if my mother knew how poor of a job you were doing. "

"You threatening my job? " You snorted, rolling your eyes in amusement. "You're threatening my job just because I flirted with a couple of guys, how mature of you Danforth. "

"just flirted with a couple of guys?" He asked, raising a brow in amusement. "Honey-"

"Don't." You warned him, not wanting to hear the sickening nickname fall out of his mouth.

"Don't fucking interrupt me, slut. " He growled, his eyes narrowing with anger. " As I was saying before you opened your disgusting mouth- Honey, I don't think palming a guy in the corner counts as 'just flirting.' And the entire party does not count as 'just a couple guys.' You're a slut, admit it. "

Your face turned a bright pink, you hadn't realized that he knew about that. It had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, the drinks had just hit and one guy kept eyeing you up and down. So, when you noticed that Derek was preoccupied by some other guy talking about crypto or some similar nonsense, you snuck off and made out with the guy in the corner. But you were so deprived, that you had begun palming him desperately like a highschooler at a dance. But before it could escalate to anything more, you heard Derek calling you away, unaware that he had been watching you the entire time, seething with anger.

"I'm not a slut, Derek. If anyone's the slut it's you. You're the one who's hooking up with someone new every time I turn my head. " That really got him going. He placed the burnt-out joint in the ashtray in front of him and stood up, swiftly walking over to you, standing over you.

"You want to say that again?" He challenged, crouching down in front of you and meeting your gaze. When you didn't say anything, he growled and grabbed your chin. "What? Now you've finally decided to shut that big mouth of yours?" his grasp on your chin was harsh, yet his gaze was even harsher. Fire plagued his gaze, and his jaw clenched.

" Let go of me, you sociopath." You snapped, matching his energy.

"You can't talk to me like that. " He huffed, his grip on your chin tightening, leaving red marks on either side of your face.

"I can speak however I damn please, you don't control my paychecks."

"Someone needs to show you how to fucking respect others. " He said as he let go of your face. You rubbed the sore sides of your face, looking up at him with a scowl.

"Someone needs to teach you how to not be such a spoiled brat, you useless fucking-"

Your harsh words were cut off as his hand found itself wrapped around your throat. "shut up." he growled, squeezing the sides of your throat. Your face turned a bright red as you fought back a whimper from the feeling. When you stopped speaking, he smirked, clearly satisfied with the results of his actions. "That's all it takes to shut you up, huh? All the little slut needed was a hand around their throat?" he cooed, squeezing a little harsher.

You tried to speak, but your brain was a little bit fuzzy from the feeling of having a strong hand wrapped around your throat like that. You felt so stupid, so vulnerable, to have been so thrown off by that.

"You really are nothing but a slut, and I don't like that. I can't stand seeing you flirt with other men. You see, I don't have a problem with the fact that you are a slut, I have a problem with the fact that you're not my slut. " He said as malice laced his words.

You gave a little bit of a whine, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes. Your cocky demeanor had completely faded away, as it had changed into something new, something far more desperate and needy. Maybe he was right, maybe you were a slut...and maybe you should be his.

"C'mon baby, say something." he cooed, loosening his grip on your throat for a moment so you could speak. But you were absolutely star-struck at the moment, at a complete loss for words. When you didn't speak, a hand harshly landed a blow across your face, leaving a bright red mark. "I said say something. That wasn't a request, you dumb fuck. "

"Make me- make me yours. " You managed to stutter out, the smack he left on your cheek causing it to sting.

"Oh look, you can speak after all! The dumb slut can speak." He said with feigned amusement in his voice. "And they know their place. " He purred softly as he let go of your throat completely, standing up from his crouched position. " On your knees. And don't make me repeat myself again." He commanded.

You slipped off the couch and fell to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with pitiful, desperate eyes. What was happening to you? As soon as you were on your knees, his pants and boxers were around his ankles, belt resting in his hands, and his surprisingly girthy and pierced cock sprung free, half-hard already from the attention he was giving you. A hand harshly gripped at your hair and tugged you close to him, looping the belt around your neck and pulling it tight, much like a leash.

In one hand he held the belt that was wrapped around your neck, in the other he held his half-hard cock, stroking over the Jacob's ladder piercings. After a few moments, his cock stood at attention, a bead a precum leaking from the tip. He pulled you close via the belt, pushing his leaking tip against your lips. His other hand cupped your cheek, stroking it gently. "Open. " He commanded, and you quickly obeyed.

You parted your lips, which were now glistening with his pre-cum, as he pushed his dick into your mouth. He wasted no time in tugging on the belt, which forced you to take more of him down your throat. The balls of his piercings rubbed strangely against the walls of your throat, but you welcomed the new sensation.

Soon enough, he had forced himself all the way down your throat, balls pressed against your chin. "You really are a slut, huh?" he asked in amusement, amazed at how easily you took him down your throat. "Have you been sucking dicks behind my back? huh?" he asked as he spat on your face, it sliding down, coating your eyelashes in the process. You shook your head, trying to say something in protest, but that just caused you to gag on his cock, spit bubbling from your own mouth and dripping down your chin. It slipped off of your chin and dripped onto the floor. "You're cleaning that up later, fucking bitch. " He remarked, smacking your face lightly.

After a few moments of forcing your nose into the base of his cock, he pulled his hips away, leaving you panting with spit dripping down your face. After giving you a second to breathe, he smirked before slamming back into your mouth, holding the belt tightly in his hand as he began to roughly thrust in and out. His tip kept hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag, which caused more spit to drip down your chin and pool on the floor.

"Fucking bitch, making such a mess." He growled, spitting on your face once again, his hand that was resting on your face going up to your hair, tangling itself in the strands roughly.

He loved the sight below him; you drooling and spitting all over his cock as his spit dripped down your face, his cock pumping in and out of your throat. The sight alone was almost enough to push him over the edge, but he wasn't anywhere near done with you.

Once again he pushed you all the way down his shaft, shoving your nose into the base of his cock. "Choke on it you dumb slut. " he growled softly, watching as you tried to breathe, which caused you to start choking on his dick, more spit bubbling on the corners of your mouth. Once he was satisfied with the mess you made on the floor beneath you, he pushed your head away, leaving you a panting mess once again.

"Looks like we finally found a use for that mouth that isn't bitching and whining, isn't that right, honey?" He cooed, using the belt that was wrapped around your neck to pull you off of the ground, his spare hand resting on your side. " answer me." he growled, his eyes filled with a dangerous lust.

"Y-yes sir." you managed to stutter out, the name for him falling out of your lips far easier than you would like to admit. he smirked at the nickname, his cock twitching in satisfaction.

"Call me that again." He purred softly, the hand resting on your side making its way to your clothes ass, gripping at it harshly.

"S-sir."

He smacked your ass, "Again." he commanded.

"Sir!" You yelped out, whining at the light sting on your clothed ass, imagining how much more that would sting if you were unclothed.

"Good job, slut. Now, undress and bend yourself over that table over there. " He said, pointing to a table that held alcohol and other drugs over in the corner.

You quickly obliged as he let go of the belt. You practically tore off your clothes, rushing over to the table and bending yourself over it, biting your lip. You scolded yourself for being so excited to fuck Derek Danforth, someone that you were hired to keep from fucking random people and doing drugs.

He sauntered his way over to you and pushed your face harshly into the table, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Fuck, look at you, so eager for me to fuck you. Your boss' son, bending you over the desk and dicking you down, it's kind of pathetic, really. " He remarked, smacking your ass a few times till both cheeks were bright pink. The smacks caused you to mewl in pleasure, back arching against him slightly.

After prodding your entrance with the swollen and ripping head of his cock, he finally pushed past the barrier and sheathed himself inside of you. He didn't try and go slow, he just shoved himself deep inside of you as quick as he could, a groan escaping his lips. The lack of prep caused the stretch to burn your hole, making you wince and take a few deep, sharp breaths. You weren't used to being so full.

But before you could get used to the feel of being stretched out, he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, causing your body to jolt forward, eyes rolling back slightly at the rough thrust. He repeated that rough thrust a few times, one hand resting on your hip, the other shoving your face into the desk. The harsh thrusts drew long, high pitched whines and moans from your mouth, hands gripping at the table harshly, nails digging into the wood.

"ah-ah! Slo-slow down!" You whined out, your pleading being muffled by the table. He smirked at your pleading, hips speeding up, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.

"I don't think I will. " He spoke in an arrogant tone, continuing to thrust his hips forward, burying his cock inside of you. A few moans fell from his lips, the grip on your hip tightening, he was sure to leave a few bruises.

" fu-fuck you." You spat, wincing as a hand collided with your ass harshly once again, a shiver being sent up your spine.

"Watch your fucking tone with me. " He growled softly, continuing to harshly piston his hips into you. His nails dug into your flesh lightly, leaving marks. "you're my little slut, aren't you?" He purred softly.

You moaned in response which caused him to smack your ass once again. " Say it. Say that you're my little slut. Tell me that you're sorry for flirting with other men. "

You opened your mouth to talk, but no words came out, your brain fuzzy from the feeling of being fucked like an animal. "oh, is the poor slut already fucked stupid? You're in for a long night, poor baby. " He mocked you, giving a particularly harsh thrust which caused you to cry out in pleasure. He stilled his hips for a moment, laying a harsh slap to your ass. "Still, I need to hear the words...say that you're my little slut. " He hummed softly, massaging the fat of your ass between his fingers.

"I-I'm yours..."

"You're my what?" he cooed, grinding his hips into you, which caused a long, drawn-out whine to fall from your lips.

"your little slut.."

"C'mon, use all your words..."

"I'm your little slut."

"I'm your little slut - what?" he mocked you, prompting you.

"si-sir. "

"Good job, bitch." He growled as he started up his thrusting once again, pulling nearly all the way out just before slamming right back into your tight hole harshly.

Foul, lewd sounds fell out of both of your lips, Derek's head rolling back slightly as he fucked into you like you were his personal fleshlight. He groped your ass, his nails leaving red marks as he marked his territory. He wanted to make sure that people knew you were his little slut, that you belonged to him. You were his little toy and he was your owner. He leaned forward and started leaving love bites on your neck, both in a way to mark you as his and a way to muffle his moans, which were slowly turning into whimpers as he got closer to his climax.

You, meanwhile, were already in a state of fucked out bliss, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt that knot in your stomach tighten. Your knees were becoming weak, and your entire body felt like it was on fire. You tried to warn Derek that you were about to cum, but you couldn't talk, so all you did was whine and smack at the table with your hand, arching your back to make him go deeper.

However, he was lost in his own pleasure and neglected to recognize the signs of you getting close, his thrusts quickening due to his own desperation for a release. After a few more thrusts, you yelped, a few tears rolling down your cheek as you came undone, but he barely even noticed, his growls turning into high-pitched whines as his hips stuttered.

You whined, feeling overstimulated, but soon enough he was coming undone inside of you. Thick ropes began to paint your insides, causing you to whimper at the feeling of being so full. He pulled out, which caused you to gasp at the sudden lack of something being stuffed inside your desperate hole.

He stood up straight and looked at you for a moment before realizing that you had made a mess of your own. He smacked your ass harshly, which caused you to whine out. "Dumb slut, you didn't ask for permission. Looks like... you're going to have to be punished." He murmured. You looked back and realized that he had already gotten hard once again. You were in for a long night.

#derek danforth #jhutch #smut #derek danforth x reader #the beeker #josh hutcherson

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💔And I'm so sorry that I failed you || Peter parker X DEAD ! GN! Reader

Summary: Peter visits Y/N's gravesite and tells them everything that they've missed since they've been gone.

Contents: dead reader, mentions of death, Peter couldn't save reader, hurt/no comfort, angst

Word Count: 1.1 k

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It was a perfectly gloomy day, clouds looming over New York City, the occasional drizzle falling down onto the people of the bustling city. Peter sighed, head pressed against the glass of the car window, flowers clutched in his hands resting in his lap. They were Y/n's favorite flowers, and he took them every time he visited them. Most of his visits were short, as he couldn't bring himself to stay there for more than a few minutes at a time, but today was different. Today was the one-year anniversary of their death, and Peter thought that deserved to know everything that they had missed since being gone.

He blamed himself for their death. It had been during the fight with Harry Osborn, they had fallen off the clock tower and he tried to save them, but they were falling too fast and their spine and neck snapped as they were caught by the web. There was no way he could've saved them, but he always blamed himself for their death. The truth was, he was in love with them, but he never got the chance to say it, they died before he was brave enough to say three simple words. He hated himself for being such a coward.

He was broken out of his thoughts as May placed a hand on his shoulder, "We're here, sweetheart. Remember, we'll stay as long as you need to, okay?" she said softly, rubbing his shoulder as he sat up straight, hands shaking a little bit. "Want me to stay in here so you can talk to them in private?"

"Please." Peter said softly, looking at his aunt with a broken smile. He opened the car door and stepped out, the cold air hitting his face. He started to walk over to their grave, hands shaking more as he felt his heart rate accelerate. He could feel tears forming already in his eyes, just at the idea of seeing their grave. He had never made it more than three minutes without bursting into tears, and today every single emotion of his was heightened.

He finally arrived at their grave and sighed, leaning down and placing the flowers on their tombstone. "Hey, Y/n, how've you been?" he asked, a broken smile forming on his face. "I know, it's been a few weeks since we've seen each other, I've been busy, doing Spider-Man stuff...saving the city. " His words were shaky and his breathing was uneven. " I've also been avoiding you, I know, how cruel of me. " he said with a broken laugh.

"It just hurts to not hear your voice anymore, to not be able to see your smile or hold you in my arms. I've managed to last a whole year so far, but god, it's been so hard." He said as tears fell free, streaming down his face. "Look at me, I'm already crying like a baby." he attempted to joke, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "Must be record timing. Haven't even been here a minute." He said softly, sniffling and trying to stifle his sobs.

"Anyway, I know i don't normally stay here that long, but since it's been a year, I thought you should know everything that you've missed since you...passed. " he muttered, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a list.

"May is going to nursing school again, she's passing all of her classes. I'm so proud of her for pursuing her dreams. She's close to graduating." He said, a tear falling down onto the paper and smudging some of the words.

"Gwen got into Oxford, she's been doing really good there. She's gonna come and visit you sometime soon, a special trip just to see you. Isn't that great?" He asked, wiping his tears and snot from his face once again.

"I still haven't picked out a college yet- I know, how stupid of me. I have so much potential and I shouldn't waste it. it's just hard to think about leaving you behind. " He choked out, the paper in his hands quivering because his hands were shaking so badly.

"That deli you really liked- it has a sandwich named after you, it's your favorite sandwich to order from that place. Mr. Wayne told me to tell you that he misses your smile, and your tips. " He said with a broken laugh. "He thought you'd laugh at that. "

" I tried getting a tattoo in your honor, found out that my skin heals too fast to get one. It was gone in a few days, unfortunately. So I just wear a necklace with your picture instead. It's cheesy, you'd hate it. " He smiled softly, biting back more sobs. He folded the paper back up, stuffing it into his pocket as the trickle of tears turned into a downpour, sobs escaping his mouth.

"I miss you. Every day I miss you. Every day I look in the mirror and ask, 'why couldn't I save them?' Every day I regret telling you that I'm Spider-Man. Every single damn day I regret becoming Spider-Man. The mask is a painful reminder that no matter how many people I save, I can never make up for who I lost. But I can't stop saving people. It's just not in my nature." He muttered out, falling down to his knees in front of the grave.

" But I would give it all away, just to be able to see you one last time, to be able to hold you in my arms and feel you against me, one last time. To be able to crack a joke and hear you laugh and see you smile one last time. To be able to hear your voice, one last time. I would give up everything I have to be able to see you again. To be able to say a proper good-bye. " he sobbed out, just letting it all out.

"I don't deserve to wear the mask. I'm just a coward hiding under the guise of someone strong. Hiding beneath the powers, but they don't make me brave. I couldn't even tell you three simple words. I couldn't tell you how I felt about you. " He closed his eyes tightly, feeling small drops of rain begin to fall from the sky onto his hands and face.

"Every day I'm plagued by words I couldn't say. But I think it's finally time I say them. Y/n L/n, I love you. I always have, and I'm so sorry that I failed you."

#tasm peter x reader #dead reader #angst #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #andrew garfield #spiderman

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❤️‍🔥I think I wanna Kiss You - Steve Harrington X AMAB! Reader

summary: Y/N never thought that Steve would ever notice him, but one night, he needs a ride home from practice, and Steve is the only one willing to give him a ride.

Contents: Later Seasons Steve, Male reader, He/him reader, male anatomy, pothead reader, reader, smokes a bit, a not date date, fluff, a lot of build-up/plot, reader not knowing he has feelings for Steve, secretly Bi! Steve, Steve really likes film and also the animated Disney film 'Aristocats' (I do whatever the hell I want), Steve coming out, acquaintances to lovers, !!! SMUT !!!, Dom! Steve, Sub! Reader, degradation, use of "whore" and "slut", handcuffs, choking, orgasm denial, face-fucking, fingering, anal, protected sex (WRAP THAT SHIT)

Word Count: 7.1 K

Smut under the cut !!!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!

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Y/N never thought that Steve would ever notice him. Sure, we wasn't nearly as popular as he used to be, but he still had more friends than Y/N could count. Y/N however, was the opposite. He just had a couple, close friends, all of them that he smoked with. None of them were necessarily hated per say, but people just liked to pretend that they didn't exist. They didn't look at them in the halls, none of them were ever chosen for group projects, but they also were never bullied. They were all just simply left alone.

This year however, was different. Y/n had joined the basketball team and actually showed some promising skill, so people were starting to notice him, but not exactly in a positive light. He avoided going in the locker room and just changed in the bathrooms on the other side of the school both before an after practice, since most of the guys would just make fun of and harass him. They didn't really have any reason to, it wasn't like they had any actual dirt on him, they just decided that they didn't like him, and it was as simple as that. So, he did his best to avoid everyone on the team, which was harder than it seemed.

One night, he was making his way out to his car and when he got in to turn it on, he realized he had accidentally left the lights on and killed the battery. Shit. He looked around the parking lot, to see if there was someone there that would be willing to help him jump-start his car, but there was only one car left. Steve's. Double shit.

He contemplated just walking home , but he knew that it was too far, and too cold to walk home. Why did basketball have to be a winter sport? And why did he have to live in the middle of nowhere? Pulling a joint out of his pocket, he started to walk over to Steve's car, feeling extremely nervous. It was weird, every time he interacted with Steve , he got nervous. He didn't really know why, he just knew that talking to Steve made him feel funny.

When he finally got to the car, he knocked on the window with a sigh, watching as Steve rolled down his window. "Two questions, Harrington. One, you got a light? Two, you got jumper cables?" He asked, cursing at himself when he felt his voice crack when asking for a light.

"You don't have a lighter on you? Somehow I find that very hard to believe. " Steve said as he playfully rolled his eyes. His voice had a joking tone to it, and he was trying to make it obvious that he was just trying to lighten the mood, as he could sense some kind of tension between the two of them. " I'm sure I have one around here somewhere, one sec," Steve hummed softly as he started to rummage through the center console before he exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out a red lighter. " Here you go," he said as he tossed him the lighter through the window.

Unceremoniously, Y/n caught the lighter, almost dropping it on the concrete parking lot. He muttered a quick, 'Thank you' before he quickly lit up the joint and took in a long draw, exhaling a large puff of smoke. Almost immediately, his shoulders relaxed and his facial expression changed. he wasn't high yet, but knowing that he soon would be made him feel a bit calmer. " What about the jumper cables, Harrington?" he asked, placing the joint between his lips once more and taking another large hit, coughing a little bit afterwards.

"Oh, yeah, uhm..." He turned around and buzzed his lips together for a moment, eyes scanning the backseats of his car. Nothing. "Yeah sorry I got nothing, why? You need a ride or something?" He asked as he tilted his head with a smile. He was being a lot nicer than Y/N thought he would be, maybe it was because he had dropped those old, toxic friends of his.

"Shit. " was all Y/N could say as he ran a hand through his hair, holding the joint down by his side. " I can't imagine coach kept the building unlocked, which means I can't go in and call my parents. Shit. " He repeated, rubbing his temples, he was clearly distressed.

Steve looked at him, a bit of concern lacing his following words, "Hey no need to panic over a dead car, L/N, I can give you a ride. It's no big deal."

"With all due respect Steve, I'd rather not." Y/N said as he waved his hand dismissably, shaking the end off of his joint and setting it in his pocket. He was a little too stressed out to smoke anymore. Ironic. "Maybe I'll just walk into town and use the diner's phone or something. That's only a couple miles, right?" He asked, cogs turning as he thought of a way that he could call his parents instead of inconveniencing Steve, someone he wasn't even sure could more than simply tolerate him.

" At least let me give you a ride into town? It's awfully cold, and dark out. I don't want you to get lost."

"Steve-"

"Nope, I'm putting my foot down, get in the damn car, I'm taking you into town so you can call your parents. end of story, get in. " Steve said sternly, looking at Y/N with an equally stern gaze. It was obvious that he was not going to be giving this up. He was determined to give Y/N a ride, and he was not going to let him walk.

"Fine. Let me at least buy you some food or something while we're there, okay? I feel like I'm wasting your time and your gas, and I want to try and make it up to you. "

"Deal. " Steve said with a triumphant smile, unlocking the car and watching as Y/N walked around to the other side and got into the passenger's seat.

Steve started his car and started to drive into town, the car was mostly silent besides music softly playing over the radio. The car ride felt mildly awkward, at least to Y/N it did. Maybe it was because he felt like the weed wasn't doing anything to calm the nerves that popped up every time he was around Steve. Maybe it was because part of him wondered if this was a trap and he was being pranked by the basketball team. A lot of thoughts were running through his head, occupying his mind so much that he didn't notice when they had finally gotten to the diner.

Steve tapped him on the shoulder, breaking him out of his spiral of thought. "we're here. Remember, you owe me a burger." he said with a kind, and yet goofy smile plastered on his face. Looking at that face made all of Y/N's worried about being pranked melt away, but it also made his cheeks heat up. God damnit why was he so fucking nervous around Steve? He was just a guy! But, that wasn't important right now. What was important was calling his parents and getting home.

"Let's go in. " Y/N said quickly as he got out of the car and hurriedly shuffled into the diner, leaving Steve in the car with a puzzled look settling on his face. Y/N was being so strange, like stranger than usual. He followed him in, pointing over to the phone to show him where it was before he sat down at a table.

"You going to get anything for yourself? " Steve asked, looking at the other boy who shrugged.

"Probably, let me call my parents first. I hope they're home," He said with a sigh, heading over to the phone.

After a few minutes, Y/N came back to the table with an exasperated look. "I told them that I was going to be at practice, and I don't have a house key. But of course , of fucking course they aren't home! And they probably won't be home! And then none of my friends picked up either, which means that I can't crash at their places. Shit." He groaned out, placing his head on the table with a sigh, hitting it a few times.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered us both burgers and fries. I also remember you saying that you don't like pop, so I got you a water. Also, you can crash at my place, parents are never home. Hope you like burgers, wasn't sure if you did or not, but then I thought 'Well everyone likes burgers.' So I got you the burger." Steve rambled for a moment, obviously he had burgers on the brain, the man was hungry.

His ramble was so burger centralized that Y/N almost didn't catch the offer to crash at his place. Almost immediately his cheeks turned red once he realized what he had said. " I'm sorry, what?"

"I got you the burger but I wasn't sure if-"

"Not about the burgers, Steve I heard that. The middle bit. You said I could crash at your place?" Y/N asked, obviously a bit skeptical of the offer.

" Oh yeah. My parents are never home, and the house is huge, you can just use one of the guest rooms or a couch or something. And since today is Friday, you won't have to worry about showing up to school in the same clothes tomorrow. I'm sure your parents will be home tomorrow, or your friends will finally respond. "

"Steve I don't think-"

"You don't really have a choice, now do you? You said it yourself, you don't have a house key, your parents aren't home and none of your friends will pick up. So this is your only choice unless you want to cause a scene and spend the night in jail. "

Y/N thought for a moment, as tempting as spending the night in jail was, he knew that it was a much better idea to just take Steve up on the offer. "Fine, you're right. I guess, I'll stay at your house tonight...thanks. " He muttered out, eyes fixated on the table. The funny feeling in his stomach kept growing, especially at the idea of spending the night with Steve Harrington. He shook his head and stood up. "I think I need some air, some and get me when the burgers are out. " He quickly excused himself before he walked out the door, wanting to calm this feeling by smoking more of the joint that lay dormant in his pocket.

After about 15 minutes, Steve came outside, tapping Y/N on the shoulder. Y/N hadn't gone through much of the joint, surprisingly enough. He wanted to desperately squash the funny feeling in his stomach, which he still couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but part of him was screaming to stay sober while around Steve. So, he had only take a small hit and let the joint just burn out, and he just stayed outside, trying to figure out what feeling Steve was making him feel.

"The burgers are out," Steve said with a soft smile, opening the door for him and letting him go ahead of him. Soon enough they were both sat at the table and an awkward silence settled over the table. Steve didn't like that so he started to think of a topic of conversation. "So...Got a favorite movie that you like to watch?" he asked, taking a few fries off of his plate and popping them into his mouth.

" favorite movie? Uhm, I can't really choose if I'm going to be honest. It's mainly because I don't spend a lot of time watching movies. I'm not allowed to smoke in or near the house so I spend a lot of time being away from home, and when I do watch movies I'm usually high out of my mind and don't really pay attention. What about you?" Y/N said as he took a bite of his burger, happy that Steve also disliked the awkward silence.

" Well that really depends on the genre, because i like to categorize them by genre. I don't have a favorite overall, per say. My favorite childhood movie was the Disney movie Aristocats, it came out in 1970. Do you know if you've seen it? " Steve asked with a smile.

"I know for a fact that I've never seen that, what is it about?" He asked, returning the smile and finally making eye contact. Shit shit shit, his eyes were so pretty.

Steve smiled and began, in detail explaining the plot of Aristocats, the animated Disney classic. As he was deep diving into the lore of a movie about animated cats, it finally hit Y/N as to what exactly Steve was making him feel. He was romantically attracted to the man that was currently sat across from him. fuck.

Steve spent the entire time explaining the plots of different movies, as Y/N just sat there and happily listened, trying to ignore what he now recognized as butterflies in his stomach. Soon enough they were both finished eating and the bill was paid, but they were just sitting there, talking - well Steve was talking and Y/n was just sat there listening. Finally, the waitress came up to them and gently told them that they were closing soon (aka kicking them out) and they both apologized before heading out to the car.

Steve started to drive home, smiling softly as he kept his eyes on the road. "That was really nice, actually, " he said softly, turning down the already quiet radio. "Sorry if I talk too much, a lot of people say that I do, hope you didn't mind."

" I think that was one of the better conversations I've had with someone in that diner. To be fair the bar is pretty low, most of the time when I go there i go with my friends and we are all high out of our minds, so the conversation is kind of non-existent. " Y/N said with a little laugh, "Actually a lot of my conversations are like that, so this was a nice change of pace, thank you for that, Harrington." He said as he looked out the window.

"Thank you for listening, L/N. It was nice for once that I wasn't being told to shut up."

"If your friends tell you to shut up, they're pretty shit friends. You deserve to have people in your life that like to listen to you, and respect your opinions." Y/N said softly, tracing shaped on the car window mindlessly.

"I mean, some of them are pretty great, just young. It's the ones that are my age that are pretty shit. I feel like if they knew too much about me, they would hate me. " Steve sighed, his grip tightening on the wheel, it was obvious something in particular was on his mind at the moment.

"If they found out that you like Aristocats they'd hate you?" Y/n asked, obviously joking. he figures that Steve meant something else, but he wasn't going to pry if Steve wanted it to be kept a secret.

"Yeah, something like that. " Steve said with a smile, biting back his words for a little bit.

Once again a silence fell over the car, but this time it was pleasant, and not as awkward as it sometimes was. Both of the men felt relatively comfortable in each other's presence. After a few minutes of silence, Steve sighed. "Can I tell you something?" he asked, his voice suddenly laced with seriousness.

A puzzled look fell across Y/N's face and he nodded before realized Steve wouldn't have seen him nod. "yeah Steve, you can tell me something. "

"Promise you won't tell anyone, or hate me for what I'm about to say?"

"I promise...what is it Steve?" Y/N asked, his puzzled expression turning to one of concern, worried about what Steve had to say. What could be such a big secret that people would HATE him for it?

"Okay so, I've kept this a secret for about a year now, and you're the first person that I'm telling. I don't know what it is about you, but I feel like I can trust you with this, and maybe like you'll understand..." Steve paused and bit his lip, "I am...I am bisexual. Which means I'm attracted to both girls and uh, guys. " He said, stuttering over a few of his words, spit getting caught in his throat. Nervousness rose as he waited for any form of response, being unable to take his eyes off the road to see Y/N's reaction.

" I see why you wouldn't want to tell your friends that. " Y/N said before he feverishly shook his head, "That sounds like I'm being an asshole. Oh god no, that's not what I meant, Steve. I'm just saying I know the guys that you're friends with and they're assholes. They would probably say some dumb shit like 'oh so do you like us then?' When why would you like them ? They're assholes. " he quickly rambled out, trying to not sound like a complete and total dick. "Sorry."

Steve felt a little bit confused by Y/N's reaction, not really sure how he felt towards him. "So you- you don't hate me, right? You're not uncomfortable by being in a car with someone who likes guys?"

" uncomfortable? " Y/N questioned before he shook his head, "Can I tell you something Steve? I think I like a guy right now. " he said as he buzzed his lips together for a moment. "So no, I don't hate you. I mean, to be perfectly honest I don't really understand why I'm attracted to a guy right now, but I'm not sure the why is important. "

Steve paused for a moment, his brain over-loading with information. He pulled into his driveway and parked, finally being able to look over at Y/N. A million thoughts were running through his head. Who does Y/N like? Wait, he's bi? God, why did I say that? He's so pretty. But what finally came out of his mouth was, "I think I wanna kiss you."

Both of their faces turned bright red, but neither of them could really see the other in the dim lighting of the car. "I- wow I didn't mean to say that. That was incredibly weird and stupid of me I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make it awkward again, shit. I'm really sorry man, I really really am. I didn't mean to-"

Y/N reached out and put a hand on Steve's hand, "Steve," he said, snapping the brunette out of his rambling state. " Just take a few deep breaths for me, alright? " He spoke softly, not realizing that his hand touching Steve was just making the poor man freak out even more. "Let's head inside, okay? We can talk more in there. " He spoke softly, squeezing his hand before pulling away, which left Steve a little bit disappointed.

Still freaking out, Steve followed Y/N into the house and sat down on the couch, putting his face in his hands. "God why did I say that, I'm so fucking sorry man, I just- shit. there's no point in hiding it, I like you, that's why I wanted to take you home tonight. I wanted to get to know you better. And then you said that you like a guy- and I guess I just freaked out. I'm sorry I made it weird. " he sighed, feeling like he was about to cry.

Y/N sat down next to Steve and shook his head, "Steve, you didn't 'make it weird' , don't worry. You're the guy I like. I realized tonight, sometime during the Aristocats rant, that I like you, more than friends. I also wanted to get to know you better. I've never liked a guy before though, so until tonight, all I knew was that being around you made me feel weird. Seeing you flash me a smile as you passed me in the hall made my stomach feel weird, and I now recognize that you gave me butterflies each time you passed me in the halls. " he spoke softly.

Steve raised his face from his hands, looking at the other man with a confused expression. "What?"

" God, you're so lucky you're so handsome. What were the words you used? I...I think I want to kiss you, too, you idiot." Y/N said softly as he reached out and grabbed one of Steve's hands, looking into his eyes.

"Really?" Steve's eyes lit up with excitement, a hopeful smile spreading across his face as he scooched a little closer to Y/N.

"Yes, dumbass, really. Now c'mere and kiss me," Y/N said as he grabbed the collar of Steve's shirt and pulled him close, their lips finally connecting in a kiss. Sparks flew as their lips connected, the kiss soft yet full of a passion neither of them had quite known was going to be there until that very moment. Steve intertwined their fingers together, squeezing the others hand tightly as he continued to kiss him.

After a few moments, Steve pulled away, a smile exploding across his face, "God you're an even better kisser than I could've ever imagined." he said with a little laugh, bringing his hand up to his lips and giving it a soft kiss. He was content with just the one kiss, but Y/N was not.

"Come back here, you little shit, I wasn't done." He muttered as the grip on his collar tightened and he pulled him back into another passionate kiss. This one was a bit more fiery than the first, Steve's free hand finding itself resting on the inside of Y/N's thigh. Steve just smiled against his lips and eagerly complied with whatever he wanted, the kiss deepening and turning from just a simple kiss to a full blown make-out session in a matter of seconds.

Y/N pulled his hand away from Steve's and rested it on his hip, pulling him closer, nearly being on top of him now. What was at first a very sweet moment was now a heated moment of fiery passion that was soon to turn into something far more than just a little kiss. Soon enough, Steve pulled away from the kiss and shook his head, which caused Y/N to get a little nervous. Had he gone too far?

"I don't want to do it here, let's go up to my room. I have a big comfy bed, and I really want to pound you into that mattress rather than the couch, plus all the lube and stuff is upstairs and we aren't doing this without lube. It may be both of our first times with a guy, but I know better than to not use lube. "

His words made Y/N laugh slightly. Here he was thinking he had gone too far with the make-out session when in truth, Steve just didn't want their first time together to be on a couch. That mad him smile and he let go of Steve. "Okay, that's fair enough, Harrington, take me up to your room, then. " He said as he stood up, extending his hand. Steve took it and then started to lead the way up the stairs to his room.

As soon as they got to his room, Steve pushed Y/N onto the bed, pinning him down with his arms above his head. His demeanor had almost completely changed from his goofy an aloof demeanor just a few moments ago. This was something more...devious, and more in charge than before. It was clear that he held the dominant personality between the two of them.

"God you look so good beneath me, I can only imagine how good you're gonna look getting impaled by my cock. " He said with a devious grin, leaning forward and capturing his lips in another passionate kiss. Y/N moaned at Steve's filthy words, the moan becoming swallowed by the kiss. He kissed back quite eagerly, appreciating Steve's change in demeanor. He loved feeling powerless beneath him like this.

He started to grind his hips upward, desperate for some kind of friction against his cock, which caused a chuckle to rumble through Steve's chest. " Desperate little slut, huh? Don't worry, I'll touch you soon, baby. I'll touch you soon. " He assured him, one hand keeping his arms pinned down and the other resting on Y/N's hips to keep them on the mattress. He pulled away from the kiss and leant down, burying his face in his neck, starting to kiss and suck at the skin.

Y/N began to moan, whining softly from the feeling of Steve leaving marks against his skin, hands balling up into fists as he attempted to tug them away from Steve's tight grasp, but to no avail. Steve started to gently bite along his collar bone, reveling in the desperate little sounds that were coming from the man beneath him. God he sounded so good, he just wanted to do everything to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away from his neck, admiring his work, "God...not a bad job if I do say so myself. " He said with a cocky grin, licking his lips.

Y/N whined a little bit once the sensation faded away as Steve stopped kissing and biting at his neck. "Please, Steve." he pleaded out desperately, not entirely sure what he was pleading for, all he knew was that he needed Steve do something, anything to him.

Steve gave a mean chuckle and started to roughly grind his hips downward into Y/N's soaking in the sounds that he started to make once again. "You really are a desperate little whore, huh? Bet I could make you cum in your pants just my grinding on you and you'd be satisfied, wouldn't even have to feel my cock buried deep inside of you to turn you into a mess. " He purred softly in a mocking tone, continuing to roughly grind down, small groans falling from his own lips due to the sensation.

Y/N whined out and shook his head, "please Steve- god - touch me, please! I'm so hard it hurts!" He whined out as he tried to buck his hips up to meet Steve's but his hand was keeping them firmly planted in the mattress.

"Yeah, but you're my desperate little whore, aren't you? Yeah, yeah you are. Only I can make you crumble like this, no one else. You're mine, all mine, aren't you?" he purred softly as he ignored his pleas to be touched. " Say it " he growled out, stilling his hips, lust letting his bulge rest against the other's.

"I- I'm your desperate little whore, Steve, I'm your desperate little whore, yours. " Y/N let the words fall from his mouth quickly, barely even registering what he had just said. His mind was becoming fuzzy, slipping into a space he had never been in before. He had never been treated like this, and it was driving him crazy, he wanted to know everything that Steve would do to him.

"Good boy...such a good boy for me," Steve purred softly as he let go of his hands and his hips, sitting up off of him and reaching over into his nightstand. Y/N gave a puzzled look, about to ask what he was doing before he was pinned down again and the next thing he knew cold metal cuffs were being wrapped around his wrists, attaching him to the bed frame. "there you go..."

Y/N whined softly and tugged against the cuffs, they were on there pretty snug, not enough to hurt of course, but just enough to keep him fully restrained. "jus' wanna touch you..." he whined out, looking at Steve with a defeated look and god he wished he could've captured a photo of the sight in front of him. Y/N looks so pathetic and Steve was just drinking it all in.

"You'll be able to touch me soon, I just wanna have some fun, got it?" he said as he pushed his legs open, sitting down between them, hand resting on the waistband of Y/N's jeans. He quickly undid his button and zipper, reaching into his pants and then pulling out his fully erect cock, smirking at the sight. "Wow, so hard for me, aren't you, you desperate whore?" He purred softly, admiring the length in his hand. He spat on his hand a few times, rubbing it around his cock, loving his he was reacting. He was squirming a little bit, trying to close his legs, but since Steve was in the way, he couldn't.

Steve started to slowly jerk him off, moving his hand up and down his shaft while squeezing a bit tightly. Y/N moaned out in pleasure, bucking his hips up into Steve's hand desperately. His mind was fuzzy and he was finding it difficult to try and form any sort of words. Steve sped up with his hand, causing Y/n to whimper more with pleasure, eyes screwing shut.

A strong hand was soon enough wrapped around his neck, squeezing the sides. "Keep your eyes open and watch me like a good boy, got it?" Steve growled softly, smirking as Y/N opened his eyes, lips wet with spit, lewd moans falling from them. Steve was making him feel so good, and already pre cum dribbled from the tip of his cock. Steve moved his hand up to the tip of his cock and used his thumb to smear the pre cum all over the head of Y/n's length. "Such a dirty boy, already starting to make a bit of a mess, aren't you?" he purred softly, continuing to squeeze the sides of his neck.

After a little longer, the only sounds were Y/N's moans and the wet sound of Steve jerking him off, and he felt himself growing close. "Oh god Steve I- I'm gonna cum..." he whined out, bucking his hips into his hands once again. Almost immediately, Steve removed his hands from Y/n's body, no longer touching him, which made the other boy whine out. "Why'd you- why'd you stop? I was close..." he whined, wiggling around, trying to get some sort of friction to get himself to his finish that he had previously been so close to.

"stop moving like that, whore. I didn't give you permission to cum, so you're not allowed. " Steve scolded, smacking his thigh as a warning. Y/N jolted at the smack to his thigh and stopped moving, looking at Steve with glossy eyes, looking like he was about to cry because of how close he was. "Oh is the poor baby gonna cry because I didn't let him cum? Yeah? pathetic." Steve spat, a sadistic grin on his face. He loved seeing Y/n so helpless like this.

Steve stood up and tugged off his belt, tossing it to the side before he managed to shimmy off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of Steve's cock, causing him to lick his lips in desire. Steve walked over and straddled Y/N's chest, tip of his cock pressing against his lips. Without saying anything, he thrusted his hips forward, pushing past his lips, groaning as he slip into the warmth of his mouth. "Fuck I've thought about this day for a long time, and your lips look so fucking pretty wrapped around my cock like that, baby. Even prettier than I could've ever imagined..." He purred, working on fully sheathing himself inside of his mouth.

Y/N made a few gagging noises as Steve forced his cock into his mouth, drool pooling on the sides of his lips and bubbling up a little bit as Steve began to thrust his cock in and out of his mouth. The brunette groaned and tilted his head back a little bit as he kept moving in and out of the other's mouth. "Fuck, you greedy little whore, taking my cock like your mouth was made for it." He groaned softly as his hips thrusted forward particularly roughly, causing Y/N to gag.

After a little while, he pulled out of his mouth, smearing spit and pre-cum all over Y/N's lips with the tip of his cock, smirking softly. "As much as I'd love to make a mess out of that slutty little face, I want to absolutely ruin you..." He purred softly, gently slapping Y/n's face with his wet cock a few times before getting off of his chest, letting him pant for a few moments as he undid the handcuffs. "Face in the pillows, ass up. I need to prep you. " He hummed softly, standing up and walking over to the dresser, pulling out a bottle of lube along with a box of condoms. He placed them both on the bedside table as Y/N got into position, burying his face in the pillows and wiggling his ass a little bit.

Steve smirked and smacked his ass, reveling in the little groan sound that Y/n made at the impact. "Okay the prep is going to take a little bit, I don't want to hurt you." He said softly as he got behind him, pouring lube all over his fingers. His demeanor had changed slightly, as he didn't want to hurt Y/N at all. "If you need me to stop, just tell me and I will, alright?" He asked as Y/N nodded. He shook his head, "No, Y/N I need you to use words. I need verbal confirmation that you'll tell me to stop if you need me to," he spoke sternly.

"I promise I'll tell you to stop if I need you to. " Y/N said softly, a soft whimper leaving his lips as cold lube was spread all over his hole and a finger was pushed up against it which caused Steve to laugh in amusement, his dark demeanor returning.

"Desperate to be filled, are you?" He purred softly, circling around the tight entrance with his middle finger. "Well I guess I have to fulfill your desires..." He purred softly as he pushed past the tight entrance with one finger, pulling a whine from the man on his knees for him. "Shit you're really tight. You're gonna need a lot of prep. " he muttered, mostly to himself. He figured he would have to get a couple fingers in there to comfortably stretch him out.

Slowly, he began to pump his finger in and out of Y/N, occasionally curling it inside of him, which always caused the other to give a loud whine of pleasure. "Fuck, baby, what a greedy little hole...think you can take a second one?" he asked softly, Y/N only nodded in response. He was met with a rough smack to his ass, causing him to jolt at the feeling. "Good whores use their words. So I'll ask you again, think you can take another one?" he asked softly, slowing his finger to a painfully slow pace.

"Y-yes Steve, I can take another one, please, " he whined out softly, pushing back against his finger with desire.

Steve nodded softly and slowly began to push a second lube-covered finger into the tight entrance, smirking at the loud, drawn-out whine that fell from Y/N's lips-which were now glossy with spit from getting face fucked earlier. Slowly he began the thrust his fingers in and out, making a scissoring motion. Y/N began squirming against the bed sheets, moaning out in pleasure from this new sensation. He pushed himself against Steve's fingers, a hand lightly gripping at the bed sheets.

Steve sped up a little bit with his fingers, soon slipping in a third. He smirked once again as Y/N whined at the feeling of another finger entering him. "Greedy little hole is just swallowing up my fingers...can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, little slut. " He purred softly, Y/N whimpering in response. "Yeah? You want my cock in you? C'mon, use your words, tell me that you want my cock. " He growled softly, fingering him at a quick pace.

"ah- please Steve -fuck - please I need your cock!" Y/N whined out, his cock twitching at the feeling of three fingers pumping in and out of him.

Steve chuckled softly, smacking his ass with his free hand, soaking in his beautiful little noises, "Good boy, such a good little whore for me. " He purred softly, smirking at the red hand print now left on Y/N's ass. After a little while longer, Steve pulled his fingers out and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and lube. "Do you think you're ready?" he asked softly, once again his demeanor changed to a soft and gentle one. He ripped open the condom and slipped it over his cock, rubbing some lube around.

"Y-Yeah, I think I'm re-ready." Y/N stuttered out, taking in a few deep breaths to relax his body.

"Good, and remember, don't be afraid to tell me to stop. " Steve hummed gently as he got behind Y/N once again, rubbing his ass gently to cool the hot red print. He gently pushed the tip of his cock against the other's entrance, biting his lip a little bit. "Okay, take a few deep breaths, and just relax..." He muttered softly, as Y/N did exactly as he was told.

As Y/N was breathing, Steve gently pushed in, groans falling from both of their lips at the feeling. He was about half way in when he stopped, rubbing Y/N's hips gently. "Are you doing okay?" he asked softly, taking a few deep breaths himself. He was holding himself back from just slamming into him, he felt so good. But he didn't want to hurt him.

"please keep going..." Y/N whimpered out softly, pushing against his cock, trying to get him to go deeper.

Steve nodded softly and once again slowly started to push in, soon enough fully sheathing himself inside of the other man. He stilled his hips, giving Y/N a few minutes to adjust to the new feeling of being stretched out and having something inside of him. He was honestly impressed with how well Y/N was taking him. "Okay, are you ready for me to move, Y/N?" he asked softly, fingers tracing hearts on his hips mindlessly. He nodded in response and Steve shook his head, "Use your words, " he reminded him sternly.

"Please Steve, please move," Y/N cried out, a couple tears being soaked up by the pillows which he had buried his face into.

Steve smirked a little bit at his pathetic cried and slowly started to move his hips, thrusting in and out of him. "Look at my greedy little whore, just loves having a cock stuffed in him, don't you baby?"

"Yes- fuck! yes Steve!" Y/N choked out through broken moans as Steve started to angle his hips, hitting his prostate. His entire body began to quiver as Steve's hips began to speed up and he started pounding into his prostate repeatedly and rhythmically. "Right there!" he moaned out, more tears spilling from his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Did I hit a special spot?" he purred softly, becoming rougher with his thrusts, moans falling from his lips. "Fuck you feel so good around me," he grunted, gripping onto his hips so tightly that there were sure to be bruises in the morning.

One hand left his hips and wrapped around, gripping the others cock tightly, starting to quickly jerk him off, which caused Y/N to moan out so loud he was practically screaming as he squirmed against Steve, hands tightly gripping the blankets. Steve leant forward, bending over the other, starting to kiss and bite at his neck. " my handsome little slut loves being pounded into the mattress, don't you?" he purred softly, biting down on his collarbone for a moment. " God you feel so good around me, " he repeated, but it was true. Y/N was making him feel so good, he felt like he was in heaven from fucking him into the mattress.

As Steve continued his rough pace, Y/N's brain simply turned into mush. He tried to reply to Steve's question, but only nonsensical babbles came out of his mouth. He could barely manage to form words his brain was so far gone. His mouth was stuck agape, lewd moans constantly falling free, sometimes forming into pleasured screams.

Soon enough, Y/N was near his climax, cock twitching in Steve's hand, pre-cum dripping free. "Cl-close!" Y/N managed to choke out, unable to form any other words as pleasure was clouding his mind.

Steve groaned in response. "Me too, baby, me too. C'mon slut, cum for me. " he groaned as his thrusts became sloppy and erratic, a sign that he was close to his own release. His hips stuttered a few times, the pleasure causing him to bite down on the other man's collar bone once again. Soon enough, Y/N was sobbing out with pleasure, tears being soaked up by the pillows as he came, thick white ropes painting Steve's hand and quilt. Just as he came, so did Steve, filling up the condom as he groaned in pleasure, his hips roughly rutting forwards a few times.

After they both came down from their highs, Steve pulled out, Y/N whining at the sudden feeling of being empty and Steve just laughed in amusement, " I'm that good, huh?" he asked with a smile as he tugged off the condom and tied it off, tossing it into the trashcan that he kept next to his bed. "Can you stand up for a minute? I need to toss this blanket into the wash, and I don't want either of us laying down on it. " He said softly as Y/N nodded, standing up with wobbly legs, leaning against the wall to keep him from falling.

Soon enough the two of them were cuddled up under the remaining covers of Steve's bed, Y/N's head laying on his chest as they just sat there in a comfortable silence together, soon enough drifting off into a deep and relaxing sleep.

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❤️‍🔥PT 2! Please, baby...it helps with the pain || Peter Parker X Male reader

Summary: This is part two of "Please Baby it helps with the pain." Where Y/N fulfills his promise of giving Peter a round in the morning.

Contents: Male reader, he/him reader, male anatomy, soft Dom! Peter, neck kissing, giving Peter a blowjob in the kitchen, face fucking, cum on face

Word Count : 1.5 K

Smut under the cut! !!MINORS DNI!!

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Peter woke up with a groan, lifting his head to look out the window. It was still dark outside. He sighed and turned his head around and glanced at the clock, thinking at was like 4am, but the clock read 6:47 AM. He had a class in about an hour and fifteen minutes. He was sure that at his apartment, his alarm clock was still going off loudly, and no one was there to stop it from annoying the shit out of his roommates. It would stop eventually, it would just take like forty minutes.

He sat up, still groggy and carefully removed his arms from his boyfriend who was still sleeping peacefully next to him. He leant over and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead before he swung his legs around, shivering as he removed his body out from under the covers. He stood up, the hardwood floor cold against his bare feet. He shuffled over to the dresser and found some clothes that were his- which Y/N had definitely stolen from him. Quickly he got dressed and quietly made his way out to the kitchen. Despite him having a class in a bit, he was still going to keep up his promise and make Y/N a good breakfast to wake up to.

After a few minutes the sound of bacon sizzling and lack of warmth next to him cause Y/N to stir awake, giving a whine once he realized that Peter wasn't there next to him anymore. He missed his warmth, and he was sure that he had only been gone a few minutes. He flipped over so he could look at the clock. 6:55 AM. He whined and pulled himself out of bed, figuring that Peter was the cause of the sounds in his kitchen. He pulled on some boxers and one of Peter's sweatshirts, walking out and following the scent of bacon and eggs.

Standing in the kitchen over the stove was Peter in a pair of gray sweats and a tight fitting shirt, headphones covering his ears, soft hums coming from his mouth as he listened to his music. Y/N walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around the slender mans - honestly pretty slutty- waist. Peter smiled softly and pulled his headphones off of his ears, looking back and down at his lovely boyfriend. "Good morning there handsome, sleep well?" he asked softly.

Y/N nodded softly and buried his face into Peter's neck, starting to leave soft kisses against the soft, pale skin. "morning, parker..." he hummed softly, his voice being hoarse from having just woken up.

Peter smiled at the soft kisses to his neck as he placed breakfast on two different plates. "Just in time, breakfast is ready, baby." He said softly, a puzzled look spreading onto his face when Y/N shook his head. "No? You don't want breakfast. "

"I mean- I do. But I promised you something, didn't I Parker? And you obviously kept your end of the bargain, so I think...that means I have to keep my end. " He purred in the brunette's ear, the soft kisses turned into nipping and sucking at the others man neck, leaving light marks.

"Oh yeah? And what exactly was your end of the bargain again?" Peter asked with a teasing voice, gentle hums of pleasure falling from his lips due to the hickies that were being scattered on his neck. Y/N was using no effort to place the marks somewhere where they wouldn't be easily visible, but neither of them really cared. Both of them wanted others to know that Peter belonged to him and vice versa.

"I told you...that if it was early enough in the morning I'd give you a quick round, did I not?" Y/N purred into Peter's ear before he gently sunk his teeth into his toned collar bone, causing the other man to give a light, shaky moan at the sensation. "What do you say, parker? You got time?"

Peter bit his lip and drew in a sharp breath as Y/N's hands began to glide up and down his toned chest, sliding all over the smooth fabric of the muscle shirt. "fuck, get on your knees. " Peter said quickly, pulling his hands off of him and spinning around so he was facing the other. Y/N happily obliged, sinking down to his knees and looking up at the super-hero with big, expectant eyes. Peter gave a content sigh at the sight, a hand cupping his boyfriend's face lovingly. "Such a good boy for me, sweetheart. " he purred softly, his other hand untying the drawstrings to his sweats and shoving them down, his half-hard cock springing free.

His muscular hand wrapped around it, stroking it a few times before his eyes met the others. "Open your mouth for me, atta boy." he praised softly as Y/N obediently parted his lips, opening as wide as he knew he would need to. The praise was going straight to his cock, making it jump in his boxers. Slowly, Peter pushed his erect dick into his mouth, shuddering at the feeling of warmth encasing his cock. "fuck baby, you always take me so good. " He purred softly. "Now baby, do you want me to fuck your face?" he asked softly, a hand stroking Y/Ns cheek softly as he now had half of his erection sheathed inside of his wonderful boyfriend's mouth.

Y/N nodded - a bit too eagerly - and Peter gave a little laugh at the quickness. "Eager for me, are you? Okay then, sweet boy, I'll fuck your mouth, use you for my pleasure, just how I know you like it. " He spoke softly and he shoved his cock in a little further, causing his boyfriend to choke a little bit, which just egged Peter on even more. He slowly started to thrust in and out of the other's mouth, licking his lips as moans began to fall from them.

Slowly his hips began to speed up and soon enough he was slamming his cock in and out of Y/N's mouth. The sounds that he was making were like music to Peter's ears. He was gagging and choking on the hard length, spit bubbling up on the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin, slowly forming a small puddle of drool on the floor beneath the two of them. Tears were starting to prick in the corner of Y/N's eyes, threatening to spill over. "God you take my cock so good, look so good on your knees with my cock jamming in and out of your throat. Fuck" Peter groaned out, his hand moving from Y/N's face to being firmly tangled in his hair.

He continued to rut his hips forward, his moans growing louder with each passing moment. The sounds of choking, gagging, moaning, and Peter's balls slapping against Y/N's chin filled the room, drowning out pretty much any other noise. After a little while, Peter's hips stuttered - a sign that he was close - and the grip on his boyfriends hair tightened. "Fuck baby, I'm so close...gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours. "

Y/N whined in protest and tried to pull away. Peter released his grip and let him pull off his cock. "Want you on my face..." Y/N whined out, a hand that was previously planted on the floor moving up and wrapping around the thick length before him.

"Oh you dirty - ah- dirty boy," Peter moaned out, thrusting his hips forward into Y/N's hand. His hips stuttered again and with a loud moan he came undone, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Y/N's face. Cum covered his face, slowly dripping down and mixing with the spit and tears on his face. Peter smirked and looked down, "God I could get used to that sight, sweet boy." he said softly, holding out his hand to help him up.

Y/N took his hand and stood up, smiling at him and swiping some of the cum off of his face with a finger and then licking it clean, moaning at the taste. He glanced at the time and he groaned. "Shit, it's 7:45, and it's a 10 minute drive to campus. As much as I kind of need you to bend me over and fuck me senseless, I think you need to leave. Even swinging there will still take close to 10 minutes. " He explained, reaching over and grabbing a paper towel to wipe off his face.

Peter whined out a little bit, but he knew that ultimately, Y/N was right. He pulled his sweats up and kissed Y/N on the top of his head. "Enjoy your breakfast, sorry I couldn't eat it with you. Love you." He said as he quickly rushed towards the door, giving a dorky smile.

"Love you too, baby. "

Both of them knew that as soon as Peter came home, Y/N would be bent over the nearest surface, getting his brains fucked out mercilessly.

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! Intro !

!! THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI !!

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Hi! My name's BugMunch and I write smut. :)

I take requests!

Who I'll write about:

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Argyle

Jonathan Byers

Mike Schmidt

Derek Danforth

Peter Parker/ Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Loki

Bucky Barnes /Winter Soldier

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Tony Stark

Young Magneto

Young Charles Xavier

Ghost

König

Spencer Reid

!!! I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN A FEW PEOPLE SO IF YOU HAVE REQUESTS FEEL FREE TO ASK!!!

What kind of things I'll write:

Character X Male Reader

Character X Female Reader

Character X FtM Reader

Character X MtF Reader

Character X Gender neutral! AFAB Reader

Character X Gender neutral! AMAB Reader

Character X Reader X Character

Character X Character

Sub! Character X Dom! Reader

Dom! Character X Sub! Reader

What I WON'T write : Non-con, watersports, age regression in a sexual manner, play with bodily fluids that aren't cum and blood, anyone underage.

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Master list ✨

❤️‍🔥- Smut

💕 - Fluff

💔- angst

Steve Rogers

💕" I love you too, Sugar" || Steve Rogers X GN Reader

Mike Schmidt

❤️‍🔥Please... I can make it up to you || sub! Mike Schmidt x Dom! GN! AFAB! Reader

Derek Danforth

❤️‍🔥"My Slut" - Dom!Derek Danforth X GN!Reader

Peter Parker

❤️‍🔥Please, baby...it helps with the pain || Soft Dom!Peter x Male! Sub! Reader

❤️‍🔥PT 2 ! Please, baby it helps with the pain || Soft!Dom Peter X Male!Sub! Reader

💔And I'm so sorry that I failed you || Peter parker x DEAD! GN! Reader

Steve Harrington

❤️‍🔥I think I wanna kiss you...|| Dom!Steve x AMAB! Sub! Reader

Argyle

💕 Cute Dating Argyle HCs

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❤️‍🔥" Please baby, it helps with the pain..." || Peter Parker x Male! Reader

Summary: Peter knocks at Y/N's window, injured and bloody. After Y/N's done patching up his reckless boyfriend, he's about to go to bed, when suddenly Peter thinks of a way to get his mind off his excruciating pain.

Contents: A little bit of angst in the beginning, Both Peter and reader are in college, Soft Dom! Peter Parker, Sub! Reader, Male reader, He/Him pronouns, male anatomy reader, mentions of blood, mentions of cuts, mentions of bruises, reader cleaning up peters wounds, soft making out, grinding, unprotected sex, riding, anal, no prep, aftercare

Word Count: 3k

Smut under the cut !! MINORS DNI!!

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It was a quiet night in Y/N's apartment, and he was sat on his bed, scrolling through a random social media on their phone. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his window and he looked up, glancing at the clock. It was 11:27, that's pretty late for Peter to have been out on patrol, especially since he had an early morning class. He walked over towards his window and slid it open, sighing softly as his boyfriend crawled through the window. "Peter it's almost midnight, what are y- PETE! What happened to you?" he asked, his voice switching from an accusatory one to one of pure concern as he laid his eye upon his super-hero boyfriend.

As Peter finally came into the light, his wounds became visible. His suit was torn on his torso, showing three big claw marks that were just barely beginning to stop bleeding stretched from his upper left chest to the lower right portion of his torso. Then, he took off his mask and his battered face drew a gasp out of Y/N. There was already a bruise forming on his right cheek, and there were several small cuts all over his face, the blood dried down to the cuts. The brunette sighed softly and tried to crack a smile, wincing a bit from the excruciating pain that was ripping through him. "I'm fine, baby.." he said softly, moving over to the bed and sitting down, a hand pulling away from his torso, revealing that it was covered in blood.

"fine? You're FINE!?" Y/N asked with disbelief, shaking his head in shock. "Like fucking hell you're 'fine', Pete! You're bleeding! Oh my god, oh my god... take off your suit" he muttered, trailing off as he quickly ran into the bathroom and came back out with a wet rag and a first aid kit. "Oh my god. " he repeated one final time as he sat down on the bed next to Peter, who was now in his boxers, opening the first aid kit and sighing. "you're lucky you heal faster than average, otherwise you'd be in the hospital with stiches.." he scolded, slightly annoyed with his boyfriend for constantly putting himself in the line of danger.

"Baby, like I told you I'm-" he cut himself off with a sharp inhale as Y/N took the wet washcloth and began softly rubbing one of the claw marks on his torso. "- fine. I'm fine baby, it's just a few scratches...just wanted to come and see you." he said with his big doe brown eyes and a goofy smile. He was trying to make light of his near-death situation.

"Sorry..." Y/N said softly when peter inhaled sharply as he continued to clean up his cuts, shaking his head. "Peter, baby you're not fine...I know you have super-healing or whatever, but you're not immortal, you could've died doing whatever you were doing. What were you even doing?" he asked softly, tilting his head with curiosity on what exactly it was that his boyfriend was doing to put himself in danger this time.

" mutant organized crime boss whose good with knives..." Peter muttered out, tensing a bit under the rag. "but that's not important. What's important is that everyone is safe now." he said as he let out a long sigh, shifting a bit trying to get away from the rag that was cleaning up the dried blood.

"Knives?! Are you kidding me? Peter you could've-" Y/N sighed and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. There was no point in getting upset over the past, what was done was done and he couldn't go back in time and prevent Peter from getting into this fight. As long as Peter was alive, he didn't really care what else had happened. He pulled the rag away from him after finishing cleaning up the cuts on his torso. "What's important is that you're alive. Just please, Peter, you need to stop putting yourself in danger, baby. I don't know what I would do without you. " he said softly as he began to wash the dried blood off of Peter's face.

Peter looked down, a bit ashamed. Y/N was right, he needed to stop putting himself in danger, because if he died, then who would protect his lovely boyfriend? But he couldn't just stop, it felt like it was his civic duty to protect those that could not protect themselves. "I'm sorry baby...I really am. I would never want anything to happen to you because of me. I promise I'll try and be more safe while fighting, okay? Maybe you can help me figure out how to make my suit knife proof!" he said with his signature dorky smile, trying to get both of their minds off of his mild stupidity.

Y/N smiled softly an shook his head, "You're stupid. " he said as he finished cleaning him up, setting everything aside with a yawn. He looked at the clock, it was now 12:14 AM, he had spent about 45 minutes cleaning up and scolding his boyfriend, and he was exhausted. And if he was exhausted, he couldn't imagine how excruciatingly tired his boyfriend who had spent all night fighting a mutant crime boss was. "I think it's bed time, Peter. Don't you have an 8 AM class tomorrow? Something like molecular bio? " He asked as he stretched upward a little bit, reaching down and pulling off his shirt, having already been in his sleep pants. "You can sleep here if you want, I'm sure you have come old clothes around here somewhere."

Peter shook his head and his hand reached out and grabbed at Y/N's waist. "No...'m not tired yet."

"How on Earth are you not tired? you weirdo." He said with a laugh as he tilted his head at his adorable boyfriend.

" I'm a super-human, duh." Peter retorted, his goofy smile growing wider as he pulled Y/N close to him, grip tightening on his waist so he could pick him up and place him on his lap. "Maybe we could...do something to tire me out? So I'm not up all night? " He asked, tilting his head in an adorable manner as his eyes shone expectantly.

"Baby, I'm tired." Y/N said with a laugh as he leant in close and kissed Peter's nose softly. "If you wake me up before you have to leave for class, we can do it then. " He said as he cupped Peter's face and rubbed his cheek with his thumb softly.

"But baby...It would help with the pain.." the brunette said with a smile, the shine in his eyes turning into a mischievous glint.

"You're so cute, you know that? But no."

" fine..." Peter gave a fake little whine and leant in close, giving Y/N a peck on the lips. "Can I get a little bit of make-out time? Ya'know, just to take my mind off of the world for a little bit? I promise I won't try any funny business. " He said, but both of them knew that that wasn't true.

Regardless, Y/N gave in, nodding his head with a smile. "Yeah you can have a little make-out time. But no funny business, you can't miss that class of yours tomorrow and need a good nights sleep." He said softly before his other hand wandered up and tangled itself in Peter's soft hair as he leant in close, allowing their lips to meet, closing the space in between them.

As they kissed, Peter's thumbs rubbed soft circled on Y/Ns hips, one hand going around and resting on the small of his back, pulling him closer into the kiss. After a little bit Peter parted his lips and slipped his tongue between Y/N's lips and he pulled away. "Peter..." he warned, raising a brow. "I thought we agreed no funny business."

Peter pouted and looked at him with big puppy eyes, " Please baby, it helps with the pain..." he pleaded softly, hand sliding down to the top of Y/N's ass, resting there gently.

Y/N sighed, he couldn't argue with that logic. (I mean technically he could but to be fair he was also feeling a little bit needy, feeling a little bit desperate for the man whose lap he was currently sitting on.) He playfully rolled his eyes and thought about it for a moment. "Fine, one round, and it's only because you're in so much pain and I feel bad for you, you whiny baby." He said playfully, their lips centimeters apart.

Peter smiled triumphantly, "thank you, baby.." he said softly as he closed the gap between their lips once more, sighing contently into the soft yet passionate kiss. This time, their kiss got way more heated than the previous one. Peters hand began to grope at Y/Ns ass, his other hand sliding down his hip and onto his thigh, rubbing and squeezing his upper thigh. Peter's actions sent a shiver up Y/N's spine, making him moan softly into the kiss. He tugged softly on the brunettes hair, soliciting a groan from the other boy.

Both boys were letting soft moans slip past their lips into the kiss and soon enough Y/N began to grind his hips down onto Peter's bulge that was slowly growing harder. After a few minutes of heated making out, Peter pulled away and looked at his boyfriend with pure desperation shining in his eyes. " I love you so much baby, and I need you so bad...so c'mon, take off those boxers and go and get the lube. Please, baby." He asked softly, letting go of him.

Y/N nodded and stood up off his lap and quickly grabbed the lube from his dresser on the other side of the room and quickly made his way over, removing his boxers. As he stepped out of his boxers, abandoning the fabric on the floor, his slowly hardening cock twitched at the feeling of the slightly cool air of the room hitting it. He walked back over to the bed where Peter has also stripped out of his boxers. He held out his hand and took the bottle of lube from Y/N. "How do you want me, Pete?" He asked softly, sitting back down at the bed and looking over at the other man with desperation in his eyes and desire lacing his words.

" You have enough energy to ride me, sweetheart?" Peter asked as he opened the bottle with a soft 'pop'. He poured some of the cold liquid onto his hand and then wrapped it around his cock, stroking it softly. He groaned at the feeling, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment.

Y/N watched his boyfriend's movements closely, feeling his cock jump at the purely erotic sight. God he looked so hot with his hand wrapped around his cock, he could watch him jerk himself off for forever. He broke himself out of his trance and nodded softly. "Yeah...Yeah I can do that..." he whispered softly, suddenly breathless.

Peter laughed in amusement, "You like watching me touch myself, huh baby? Maybe another time I can tie you up over there in that chair," he pointed to Y/N's desk chair that was near the bed, " And jerk myself off until you're a begging and crying mess, pleading with me to fuck you senseless. Would you like that? Yeah?" he asked. His words caused Y/N to moan and quickly nod, not needing to use his words in order to show that he wanted to try out that idea.

" We can definitely do that, but another time, okay baby? Right now I really need you to come over here and ride me." he said softly as he patted his lap, his cock now fully hard and coated in lube.

Y/N nodded and crawled over to him, sitting himself down in his lap, facing away from Peter before he turned him around. "Facing me baby...I want to see that handsome face of yours as you ride me till we're both cumming, okay?" he said softly, hands planting themselves firmly on Y/N's hips. He nodded softly and raised his hips up, taking a deep breath before he slid himself down, slowly sinking down onto Peter's cock, which pulled loud groans of pleasure from both of them.

Soon enough he had sunk all the way down and Peter was nestled deep inside of him. "There you go baby, good job. You take me so well, you know that? So well.." He praised him gently, taking a few deep breaths himself. "You ready to start moving, sweetheart?" he asked softly, scanning over his boyfriends face to make sure there were no signs of discomfort or unease.

"mhm...you feel so good inside of me, Pete..." Y/n whimpered softly before he slowly began to move his hips up and down, making himself slowly bounce on Peter's cock. One of his hands was planted firmly in the mattress to keep him stable (though peter was doing a pretty good job with his super strength), and the other wrapped around his own cock and began to stroke himself slowly just to give some kind of attention to his now fully erect dick.

Peter helped Y/N speed up a little bit, loud, pleasured moans falling free from both of their lips as Peter's eyes fell onto the sight before him. God his boyfriend was so pretty like this: bouncing up and down on his cock with a hand wrapped firmly around his own dick, head thrown back and lips open with loud moans falling free. " God you are doing so good baby, just like that...yeah just like that. A little harder for, can you do that baby?" He encouraged.

Y/N happily obliged and began to drop his hips a little hard onto the super-humans cock. "Good job, baby...doing so good for me, go on stroke yourself a little faster for me, I want you to make yourself feel as good as possible, sweetheart." Y/N quickly began to stroke himself faster, the sound of wet noises and loud moans echoing around the small bedroom.

Soon enough the bounces were desperate, fast, and incredibly messy, a sign that Y/N was close to his release. "Please Peter I'm gonna cum..." he whined out desperately, stumbling over his words as his strokes also became quicker and more desperate, pre-cum dribbling from the tip, his hand smearing it all over the rest of his cock.

"I know sweetheart, I know, just go a little longer for me, okay? I'm close too, just a little longer, sweetheart. " Peter praised softly, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. His jaw hung open, pants and moans falling from his lips, along with constant praises of his boyfriend. "just a little longer- fuck baby I'm so close, you feel so good around me..." he gasped out, his moans becoming a little higher-pitched, his grip on Y/N's hips tightening even more, sure to leave some bruises in the morning. Soon enough he began desperately bucking his hips up into his boyfriend, causing the other man to give a desperate high-pitched whine.

"Oh my GOD! Peter I can't hold it anymore, I'm gonna cum- FUCK- I'm gonna cum!" Y/N babbled out mindlessly, eyes rolling back into his head, his hips bucking forward into his own touch as more precum dribbled out of the tip of his cock and got smeared along his shaft.

"So am I, go ahead, cum for me baby, be a good boy and cum for me, baby." Peter praised, his breathing uneven and rapid. With those words Y/N let out a loud and desperate moan, coming undone on Peter's cock, cum spraying all over his own stomach and hand. As he came, so did Peter, his moans shaky and breathless as his hips stuttered and hands made Y/N stop moving as thick ropes began to fill up Y/N.

Both of them were now reduced to sweating and panting messes, pressing their foreheads together for a moment before Y/N rolled off of Peter's lap and laid down on the bed. "okay...now I'm REALLY exhausted.." He said with a little laugh closing his eyes. Peter didn't say anything, the bed shifted as he stood up and next thing Y/N knew, a warm rag was wiping all of his cum off of his stomach. "thank you..." he muttered softly, his eyes still closed.

"no baby, thank YOU. You were tired and still agreed to help me out, thank you so much for that. And I know you're so tired, but I do need you to sit up for a minute and have this glass of water, please?" Peter said softly, a soft smile spread across his face. Y/N whined a little bit but opened his eyes and took the glass of water, drinking it slowly. "Thank you, baby. I'll make sure I wake up early enough to make you a good breakfast, deal?"

Y/N put the empty glass on the nightstand and laid back down, rolling onto his side as he nodded softly, deal," he said through a yawn as he closed his eyes. A soft smile spread across his face as he felt a pair of strong arms warp around him, the warmth sending him quickly into a deep sleep, Peter being close behind.

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PT. 2 Coming Soon!

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❤️‍🔥" Please...I can make it up to you!" || Mike Schmidt x GN!AFAB! Reader

Contents: Whiny pathetic Mike, like seriously so pathetic, Sub! Mike, Gender neutral reader, reader has AFAB anatomy, impact play if you squint, choking, dacryphillia (kind of), degradation, reader receives oral, reader is really mean to Mike, cum in boxers, aftercare

Word count: 4013 Words

Summary: Reader confronts Mike about not being able to pay them, and he pleads with them to pay them a different way.

Smut under the cut !!! MINDORS DNI!!!

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It was quiet and dark in the house, the air still and cold. The only source of light in the entire house was coming from the silent T.V. which was playing a random sitcom. Laying down on the couch in front of the TV was Y/N, sound asleep and shivering slightly from the cold air. Their blanket had fallen onto the ground a while ago, leaving the poor thing shivering in their sleep. Soon enough the silence of the house was interrupted by the door slamming open.

Loud footsteps echoed through the house, and the sound of keys loudly hitting the table caused Y/N the jolt awake, head lifting from the couch cushions in pure confusion. "Hello??" They called out groggily, blinking a few times and looking at the dark figure standing in the kitchen. The figure muttered something that Y/N couldn't quite hear, causing them to sit up in an attempt to get a better look. "Mike?" They called out, their eyes slowly recognizing the shadowy figure that was standing in the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me, Y/N.." Mike muttered softly, rubbing his temples and flicking a switch on in the kitchen, his figure now becoming illuminated by the yellowish light of the kitchen.

Y/N swiveled their head to look at the clock that was sitting on the side table. '4:17' "Why are you back so early? Don't you get off at six?" They asked, standing up and stretching slowly, fixing their shirt that had pulled up slightly. "You didn't get fired again, did you?" They asked, having genuine concern in their voice as they made their way over to him.

Mike shook his head, turning around and watching as Y/N made their way over to him. His eyes traced their body, admiring their figure...the way their hips swayed so gently with every step drove him just a little bit insane. He bit harshly on his bottom lip for a moment, drawing in a long, shaky breath. "No, I didn't get fired...I was just...sick of being there. " He tried to explain.

"Sick of being there? Michael..." they began, sounding disappointed, "You can't just leave your job in the middle of your shift simply because you're bored...it's that kind of behavior that will get you fired. " They spoke, standing close to the man, obviously annoyed with his excuse. "I mean seriously, you already can't afford to pay me. I can't imagine you can afford to be completely without a babysitter for Abby. "

Those words caused a bit of panic to spread throughout Mike's body, his eyes simply widening. "You- you wouldn't leave me, would you? " He asked, nervous that Y/Ns words weren't just an empty threat.

"Why should I stay? You can't pay me...and it seems as if you aren't even trying to keep this job. You act as if you're putting in so much effort...but where's the proof? You'd be in danger of getting evicted if you weren't living in your parent's house. Seriously Mike, you're so pathetic, it's annoying. "

Mike swallowed hard, wanting to retort, but he knew that what they were saying was true. He was pathetic. Why should they stay? They have so much potential, so why were they even bothering to stick around? It obviously wasn't because of anything that Michael brought to the table, so why even stay? The man grew close to tears, not wanting Y/N to leave him like all others had. The night guard had become attached to Abby's babysitter, and it was clear that they were one of his many, many weaknesses.

"See, you can't even say anything in return. It's pathetic - you're pathetic, Mike. I'm going home, call me when you can pay me. " Y/N said with a bit of disdain in their voice. They turned away from him, about to walk away before they felt a calloused hand tightly grip their wrist.

"D-don't leave me...please?" Mike whispered, looking up at Y/N through teary eyes, his lips turned downwards in a pout. "I promise I'll be better, I promise!" He whined out, desperation of some kind lacing each one of his words. Once Y/N had turned to face him again, he sunk to his knees, hands clasping together in front of his chest. "please, Y/N, I can make it up to you!" He pleaded, tears threatening to spill past the threshold.

Y/N sighed and watched as Mike sunk to his knees in front of them. Their breath got caught in their throat for a moment as the view in front of them was truly delectable. Such a weak and pathetic man, on his knees, whimpering and pleading for them to show him any mercy, on the verge of actual tears, all because of them. They released the breath they were holding, staring down at him, making sure that their face remained still and showed no sign of emotion. "make it up to me? How could you possibly make it up to me? Hmm? You're weak, Mike. You're practically a bug beneath my boot at this point, and here you are, begging me to not squish you. Tell me, why shouldn't I step on you, crush you beneath my boot?"

A shiver was sent down Mike's spine at Y/Ns mean, calloused words. As harsh as they were, it made him feel...good to be called weak by someone so powerful. "I-I don't know...all I know is that I can make it up to you! " He cried out, breath heavy with desperation. "Please...I can make it up to you.." he begged them. Soon enough he blinked, causing tears to roll down his cheeks, which made a smirk form on Y/N's face.

" Ugh, fine. You're so annoying, you know that?" They spat, scoffing at his pathetic words and actions. One hand grabbed his chin harshly, angling his face upwards, "If you want to please me so bad, then you'll listen to every word I have to say, understood? Not once will you disobey me, not a single muscle out of line, got it?" They spoke with a dangerous tone, eyes filled with something equally as dangerous.

The brunette was now shaking, bottom lip quivering as tears continued to spill from his glossy eyes. "I-I understand! Just please...let me make it up to you.." he whined out, inching closer to the person towering above him. He placed his hands on their hips, thumbs resting right in the dips, yet his actions were met with a slap to the face.

"Did I say that you could touch me? " Y/N asked, smirking at the sight of a red mark left on the man's face. Mike instantly retracted his hands, rubbing his cheek with one hand, obviously surprised by the sudden harsh action. "And that was me being nice...you pathetic little.." they trailed off, hand tangling itself in his hair. They tugged harshly on the curly brown locks, giving a scoff as the man rolled his eyes back at the feeling. "you're so desperate, it's disgusting."

Mike's lips parted slightly as his head was tugged backward, face turning a deep red. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but god if that wasn't turning him on. He squirmed uncomfortably on the ground, feeling his pants grow a little too tight. His tongue darted out, glossy spit coating his lips, making him look like such a pathetic little whore. "M'sorry" he mumbled out, chest tensing slightly.

He was becoming so desperate for any form of friction that he bucked his hips against nothing, eliciting a mocking laugh from Y/N. "Desperate little slut, seriously it's sickening how desperate you've become, I haven't even touched you yet. Not that you deserve to be touched by me. " They spoke harshly, pulling his head back once again before letting go of his hair. "I'm not even sure if you deserve to touch me...maybe I should just make you watch. " A cocky smirk spread across their face as Mike gave a desperate little plea, his eyes generating more tears.

"Oh please, I'll be your good boy, please just let me touch you!" He sobbed out, more pathetic little tears falling from his eyes. Their hand on his chin traveled down, soft fingers harshly wrapping around his neck and squeezing the sides, eliciting an erotic and truly pathetic moan from the man on his knees. A little bit of drool slipped past his lips, mixing with the tears on his neck. "please.." he panted out, staring up at Y/N with glossy eyes.

Y/N thought about it for a moment, licking their bottom lip in thought before they shrugged. " I mean...I guess I can use your pathetic self for my pleasure...your mouth can't be entirely useless, right?"

Mike nodded his head feverishly, hands balling up into fists desperately. He craved to feel their skin, to run his hands up and down their body, caress everything he could. He needed to be useful to them, to be used by them. He would do anything for them as long as it meant he was making them feel good. All he wanted was to be the only one to make them feel good. He whined softly as their hand left his neck, missing the tight grasp. "C'mon, whore. " They purred, dragging him up off the floor by his hair, making him whine out.

They walked over to the couch, Mike following behind like a lost puppy, eager to follow whatever commands came out of their mouth. They laid down on the couch, head against one of the armrests as they slowly signaled for Mike to come to them. Mike, who was admittedly a little too excited, stumbled over his own two feet as he made his way to the couch, crawling on top of Y/N, shuddering as their hand wrapped around his neck once again. "good boy...looks like you do know how to follow directions.." they whispered before they pulled him close, pressing their lips against his.

The kiss was desperate and full of fiery passion, from both sides. Mike was whimpering and moaning into the kiss, holding himself up with his hands, which he was frustrated by. He so badly wanted to just let his hands roam their body, but he couldn't. Mike had fallen so deep in the kiss that he began grinding his hips against Y/N's, the friction causing him to give out shaky and breathless moans into the kiss. Their grip on his neck tightened a bit as they pulled away from the kiss, anger evident on their face. "just as I was praising you for being such a good boy...you have to turn around and disobey me? It's like you don't even want to touch me..."

Mike's hips stuttered to a stop, eyes watering once again. "No no no! I didn't mean it...I promise I didn't mean it! Please let me touch you... please! I can make you feel so good, Y/N please..." He begged out breathlessly, eyes full of desperation.

"Oh my god, shut up. " They hissed at him, shoving his head down their body, so that soon he was nestled between their legs, just a few layers of fabric keeping him from what he so desperately needed. "you are so fucking annoying, seriously. All you do is whine and beg..like god, could you be any more of a desperate, pathetic whore? This is your last chance. Prove that your mouth is useful for something other than whining like a little bitch, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum tonight. " They sneered, letting go of his head.

The security guard gulped, nodding silently, afraid that any more talking would lead to him being left to solve his issue by himself. He began to fumble with their pants, struggling with their button for a moment, which elicited an annoyed whine from him before he finally got their pants undone.

His fingers hooked under both waistbands and pulled them down, shimmying them off their legs and tossing them somewhere into the house. Once again he nestled himself between their legs, an eager whine escaping his lips once he locked eyes with their cunt, wet with desire.

"Holy...fuck.." he whined out, licking his lips as he took in the sight. His hands gripped at their thighs, pulling their arousal close to his face. He licked a stripe from their hole up to their sensitive bundle of nerves, letting out a breathy moan at the taste. "Been keeping this from me..for so long..." He muttered softly, letting his mouth dip back down, once again meeting with their sensitive clit.

His tongue swirled around the nub, pulling soft moans out of their mouth, which their hand promptly covered. They knew Abby was dead asleep but still didn't want to risk it. His tongue flicked up and down, mouth beginning to gently suck on their clit. Their free hand traveled down and became tangled in his messy, curly hair, pushing him further against their needy cunt. He moaned in content, bringing a hand up and quickly replacing his tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, rubbing in quick and rough circles.

His mouth traveled down their wet slit, prodding at their entrance for a moment before sliding inside, causing Y/N to tug roughly at his hair, hips bucking up against his face. They began to grind against his face as he ate them out like they were his very last meal, the foul sounds his mouth was making mixing with the muffled moans of Y/N, who was already on the verge of cumming, but they wanted to make Mike work a little more for it.

He moves back up, mouth once again pressing gentle yet sloppy kisses to their clit, hand traveling down as he pressed two fingers to their entrance. He slipped his fingers into them, feeling his pants tighten just a little bit more once he felt them wrapped around his fingers. Without hesitation, Mike began to thrust and curl his fingers deep inside Y/N, reveling in the delicious wet sounds their desperate pussy made. Their moans only got louder, causing them to bite down on their hand, thighs beginning to tremble. "please, Y/N...cum for me.." he begged, wanting his fingers to be coated in their juices.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers, Y/Ns mouth fell agape, silent screams falling from their lips as their back arched off the couch, simply coming undone on his fingers. They were shaking, breathing heavily, and shaky. The smile he made when they finally came for him was precious, he looked so proud of himself for being able to make someone like Y/N cum that hard. He made sure to fuck them thoroughly through their orgasm, pulling his fingers out when they were done riding out their high. Without hesitation he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, shuddering that the taste of their cum against his tongue.

He looked up at them expectantly, after all, he had been a very good boy for them and showed that his mouth was useful for something other than whining and complaining. His big brown eyes were clouded over with lust, teeth capturing his bottom lip. His hands went to rest on their thighs, just wanting to massage their soft skin. Y/N looked down at him and just gave a soft smile, hand starting to mess with his hair. "you look like you want something, pretty boy. Well cmon, use your words, tell me what you want. " They spoke softly, in a very teasing manner.

"Please, I need to cum. My pants are so tight...it hurts!" He whined out, his eyes glossing over with tears once again.

"god, you are so whiny..." They muttered softly, hand sliding down and cupping his face gently. "But you did show me that your mouth can be..very very useful. I guess that means...you can cum. " They spoke softly, shaking their head in disbelief at how desperate he still was. "you really are nothing but a little whore, huh?" They asked with amusement.

"M'your desperate little whore.." he whispered out, his pathetic brown eyes staring up at them, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth once again.

"Pants off, c'mon. " They muttered softly as they sat up, looking at him. Mike scrambled to stand up, heavy hands messing with his belt buckle before he finally managed to slip his pants down around his ankles, and now Y/N could get a good look at him. There was a small damp spot on his boxers from where the head of his cock leaked precum, and a triumphant smirk spread across their face at the sight of the outline of his cock. It was straining against the light fabric of his boxers, desperate to be free. Mike looked at them, his eyes asking for permission to remove his boxers, but all he was met with was a shake of their head. "No, I'm going to make you cum all over the inside of your boxers, feel grateful I at least had the courtesy to let you take your pants off. "

He whimpered, his eyes watering once again, god he was so whiny and pathetic. "i-i can't fuck you?" He asked, sadly tilting his head to the side, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

Y/N laughed harshly, shaking their head in disbelief. "Do you seriously think that you've earned that? Do you think that you've been good enough? It's good to know you're pathetic and dumb. " They spoke, a devilish glint in their eyes. "now apologize for asking such a stupid question." They commanded, their gaze making it clear that if he didn't apologize, they would just leave him like that.

Mike shifted his weight, giving a soft, high-pitched whine of annoyance. He knew deep down that he didn't deserve it, but god part of him still hoped that maybe, just maybe, they would feel a small amount of pity for him. But no, they were ruthless, denying him of burying himself deep in their pussy. He stomped his foot a little bit, watching as Y/N raised a brow, an amused laugh escaping their lips. "fine then, I'll just leave. " They said, standing up, and giving him a dangerous look.

As soon as Y/N stood up, Mike panicked, "No no no.. M'sorry! I'm sorry for asking such a stupid question...please, I need you.." he gasped out, his cock twitching in his boxers. "I promise I'll be good for you...please. " he squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze, eyes watching closely as they sunk back down onto the couch.

"Fine. C'mere. " They said, annoyance lacing their voice as they leaned up against the armrest, spreading their legs so Mike could sit between them. He sat down, leaning his back against their chest, wiggling around for a second trying to get comfortable. "Knock that off. " They growled into his ear, smacking his thigh.

Instantly, he stilled his movements, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. Y/N's hands trailed down his sides, lightly teasing the bare skin, nails leaving faint marks on his side. His breathing hitched, eyes watching intensely as their hands made their way down to his cloaked cock. Their thumb slipped under the waistband of the checkered fabric, pulling on it gently before letting go. He gave a little whine before quickly quieting himself, not wanting to lose the chance to cum that he was about to get.

Y/N's hand slid further down, soon cupping the outline of his hardened cock, making him draw in a sharp breath. They gently squeezed, Mike taking his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet himself. Slowly, they began to rub his bulge through the soft fabric of his boxers, occasionally squeezing. Soft whines began to fall from Mike's lips, which only prompted him to bite his lip harder. " Y/N...can you go faster, please?" he asked so quietly that they could barely hear what he said.

The cocky smirk on their face widened at the soft plead, "I'm sorry, what was that? You need to speak up...tell me what you want me to do to you like a good boy would. " They said mockingly.

"Oh god please Y/N please please please go faster...it feels so good but I need it to be faster, please..." A particularly rough squeeze pulled a harsh gasp from his throat, hips bucking up into their hand. "I-I I'm sorry, I just need you so bad, Y/N..." He quickly apologized for bucking his hips, which made Y/N smile proudly.

"Such a good boy, you already know that that was wrong...Well, because you're being so good, I guess I'll speed up." Y/N said softly as they began to rub his bulge faster, applying more pressure. As they continued to get him off through his boxers, one of Mike's hands shot up to mute his moans which were growing in volume.

After a bit his moans got higher-pitched and his breathing increased in pace, stomach tightening and thighs trembling. "can I cum?" he asked in a pathetic little whine, head tilting back as his eyes tightly screwed shut.

"Yeah, you stupid little slut, you can cum. Go on, make a mess in your boxers like the pathetic little whore you are. "

With that final command, Mike let out a muffled yelp as he came undone in his boxers, thick ropes of cum painting the inside of the checkered print, a wet spot forming on the outside. He panted heavily, his entire body shaking. "Thank you...oh god thank you..." he whispered, leaning against them and just absorbing their warmth.

Y/N smiled softly and kissed the top of Mike's head, their demeanor changing completely. "You're welcome, sweetheart," they spoke softly, rubbing his thigh gently. "Let's go get you cleaned up, and those boxers in the wash, that shit can stain like no one's business." They said with a joking smile, standing up and extending their hand. He grabbed it and stood up, with their help, his legs shaking softly from having just come moments ago.

He looked at them with a slightly perplexed look, "You aren't just going to leave?" He asked softly, following them to the bathroom that was down the hall.

Y/N paused and turned, looking at Mike with some concern in their expression. "Of course not, Mike. Look I know I was mean during all of that, but it seemed that you enjoyed it. But that ended, and I can't just leave you in that headspace. I genuinely care about you, and I want to show you that by cleaning you up, getting you some water, and making sure you get all the aftercare you need, after all, aftercare is the most important step when it comes to sex, especially rough sex. Now come on, let's get you all leaned up, okay?"

Mike smiled, looking at them with a grateful expression on his face, "That sounds good, yeah." he spoke as he followed him the rest of the way to the bathroom. When they finally got to the bathroom, he stopped and grabbed their hand. "Hey, Y/N, can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, as he was scared that they would decline his simple wish.

They smiled and cupped his face with one hand, rubbing his cheek with their thumb, "Of course, baby," they said with a smile before leaning in and gently connecting their lips.

The kiss was like nothing Mike had ever experienced before. It was soft and gently, with genuine care behind it. Y/N's lips were soft and fit perfectly against his own. After he pulled away he couldn't help but explode into a joyous smile, " Thank you for that, Y/N" he said as he nuzzled into their hand that was cupping his cheek.

"You're welcome, Mike. You're so very welcome. Now, let's get you cleaned up before that all dries down and it becomes difficult to get off. "

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