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the art of craving | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 6.9k

>>warnings: the domesticity... sob sob, the cutest baby... sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie, sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻

>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I'm sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧

>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

“Are you sure you’re okay with me coming?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You turn to Jeongguk, who is kneeled down at toddler level. Nari’s got a strong grip in his hair as she uses it as leverage as well as a balancing aid as she steps one little foot at a time into her water proof pull up. He cut it recently, his long locks a little more clean cut and cropped. Still more than enough for little hands to yank, though. He winces, but takes it in stride.

“I don’t know you’re always a bit weird about us,” you say. No bitterness, more of just an observation.

Jeongguk looks up at you as best he can, before getting Nari’s bikini bottoms and repeating the same painful process he did with the pull up. “I’m not weird about it.” He can almost hear the incredulous look you’re giving him. “Okay, I’m not as weird about it,” he amends, “but this is just a group of my friends getting together, and we’ve all known each other for years so I don’t have to worry about what they think of me.”

You hum, walking to the bathroom to get your own bikini on. You’re adjusting the ties at the hip when you say loudly so he can hear you from his room, “You’re worried about what people think of us?”

The effort you put into trying to hold in your laugh when Jeongguk appears in the doorway with a disheveled baby on his hip is futile. Nari’s looking around like she doesn’t know how she got there so fast, shirtless with a half-on baby bikini top, the triangles falling down and resting on her round belly. She smiles big when she sees you though, kicks in her dad’s hold.

Jeongguk looks kind of disheveled as well, yet very serious as he says, “No I don’t care what people think about us, I just- am more worried what they think about me. I know it doesn’t matter,” he sighs dramatically, “but I’d rather people not think I’m a cradle robbing pervert.” He covers one of Nari’s ears with a big hand and pushes the other ear against his chest to plug it when he says pervert. She pops back up, unbothered like a little bobble head.

You walk over and stand in front of them both, taking the strings of Nari’s swimsuit and tying them at the back of her neck. You flick your eyes up to Jeongguk, as you make the bunny ears. “You’re not even 30 yet, relax Daddy.”

“And you’re not even 25,” he almost whines, and doesn't bother scolding you for the use of the d word. This time.

“And this one’s not even 2!” you say, over excited as you turn wide eyes to the baby in front of you, swiftly changing the subject.

Nari squeals at your excitement, leans forward in her dad’s hold till she’s got tiny, pudgy little arms around your neck. Jeongguk hands her to you with ease, tries to keep the sick adoration off of his face while doing so.

“Duuu!” she cries, holding up her hand. She’s got her middle finger and ring finger up, an awkward way to show ‘two’ but you let her have it, jiggling her a little laughing a praise.

“Oh, such a smart little flower!” Jeongguk coos, hand coming up to give her a high-five.

However, she just grips his thumb in her small hand, giggling in the infectious way that babies do, her little crescent eyes lighting up with love and glee and Jeongguk almost cries. He hopes she never stops looking at him like that or holding his hand like that.

The alarm on his phone knocks him out of his sentimental reverie as he begrudgingly frees himself from Nari’s hold. He calls into the bathroom, “We’re going to be late.”

You’re not bothered, instead just sitting Nari on the bathroom counter and doing her hair up in small piggy-tail buns atop her head. She plays with your belly ring while you do so, fascinated by the new cherry charm you have on it now.

“Did you hear me?” Jeongguk asks in the doorway.

“Yup, look at her,” you say, gesturing to the oblivious baby.

Jeongguk does, taps one of the buns. “How do you get them so symmetrical? I can never get it right.”

You hum, sitting her in the curve of your waist. You give her your manicured hand, nails decorated in crystals, to distract her. “I’ll teach you. Want me to get her baby bag ready while you load the car with her sleeper just in case she needs to nap while we are there?”

Jeongguk shoots finger guns at you, before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You purr. “Good brain, I didn’t think of that.”

You walk out with him, set Nari down and let her toddle about. She hands you an array of things, helping you pack her bag while Jeongguk goes to his large walk-in closet grabbing the portable crib.

“Don’t forget her sock monitor,” he grunts, finally getting a good hold of it.

“Already packed,” you tell him, “Do you want me to pack her undies for after swimming?”

Nari’s speech may be a little delayed according to the doctors but her brain is big and functioning and everything else in her baby body is right on par, or even ahead of kids her age. They suggested early potty-training, and focusing on the positives as Jeongguk navigates the hurdles.

He looks contemplative before he shakes his head. “No, too much hassle, just pull-ups is fine.”

You throw him a look, but he’s already got his back to you walking out the room. “You know she’s never going to learn if you don’t stay consistent and keep a routine!”

“Yes, baby, I know!” he calls over his shoulder, “Fresh start when we get back!”

You roll your eyes. “Daddy’s so silly, huh?”

Nari babbles an affirmative, and with that, you shoulder the baby bag and carry the baby right out the door. Easy peasy.

~~~

“Hello my good bitches!”

“Hoseok!” Jeongguk whisper-scolds, a protective hand coming up to Nari’s face. For some reason he covers her eyes instead of her ears. Nari blows a blind raspberry, but is more or less content in your arms.

You’ve never met Hoseok before, but you know you like him when you watch his eyes rake over Jeongguk, a judgemental look on his face as he takes a sip from the red solo cup in his hand, eyes narrowed over the rim.

“What are you wearing?”

Jeongguk narrows his eyes back. Although his friend probably can’t see them behind the huge gold-rimmed, purple hued glasses Jeongguk is wearing. “It’s Fendi. Please move, this is heavy.”

It’s no secret that Jeongguk has a fat wallet to match his fat dilf ass, and that he likes the occasional name brand item in his closet. But he’s not frivolous, and it’s only once in a blue moon that he actually splurges on something as expensive as the bright yellow and white shirt he’s wearing currently.

If anything a good portion of his income goes to what he wine-drunkenly calls the ‘Flower Fund’. Essentially dollars put away for when Nari goes to university, or whatever she decides. Maybe she’ll start her own business like her dad. Your mouth may have dropped when he let the current balance slip. She’s not even 2 yet.

Anywho. The shirt that is the hot topic- it’s a bit out there, different from what he usually wears, but somehow he pulls it off, the white of the trademark F’s all over compliment the white, 5in inseam swim shorts he has on. You giggled in the car when he paired the sunglasses with it, but the more you look at him, the more you grow to like the statement piece.

His sleeve is on full display, and his arm is flexed as he carries the baby sleeper, finding a wall to lean it against. You’re still staring when Hoseok starts speaking.

“So you’re the hot Nanny he goes on and on about?”

“Nanny?” you ask, raising a brow.

“Hobi? Oh my god?” He shakes his head and his hands open and jerk in a very what the fuck manner. “I do not call you the nanny,” he stresses, eyes going to you.

You keep your brow quirked.

Hoseok laughs, nudges you with his hands open, nodding towards Nari. The baby looks like it's a very tough decision, choosing between you and Hoseok, but after an encouraging nod from you she smiles. Her baby teeth are on display, and her hands are grabby.

Jeongguk’s friend hips her, “He doesn’t actually call you the nanny, but he does talk about you a lot. All good things of course.”

You smile, your heart fluttering a little in your chest but before you can say anything Jeongguk is by your side, telling Hoseok a very adamant and stern, ‘Goodbye.’

Hoseok just laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. The one holding the red cup catches Nari’s attention.

She pokes it with a tiny finger before smacking her lips a little. “Joofs?”

“Joofs?” Hoseok repeats, confused for a moment before he gets it. “Juice- yeah no. Not this. Let’s get you your own joofs.”

As he’s walking towards what you assume is the kitchen you call out, “Do you need one of her cups?”

He waves a dismissive hand. “Joon keeps some in the kitchen, go outside and meet everyone! We’ve all been dying to put a face to the mysterious __!” He turns to Nari making casual conversation till his voice fades with distance, “Still nice and plump I see…”

Something warms inside you. The fact that Jeongguk’s friends are all so close, that they keep little things for each other's children at each other’s houses, is so sweet and wholesome and so tender in a way that makes your heart want to burst.

Nari’s playroom has a few leapfrog’s with grade school games on a shelf and you had always wondered why. When you asked, Jeongguk told you that he sometimes watched Taehyung’s boys when he and his wife had date night. He has all the Tinkerbell movies on bluray for Jin’s daughter, and the Harry Potter ones for Yoongi and Jimin’s. As far as you know, Namjoon doesn’t have kids of his own yet, so it’s extra touching that he keeps baby essentials for Nari around.

You lean against Jeongguk, bumping shoulders with him. “Hoseok is nice, I like him.”

He rolls his eyes. “He’s the bachelor of the group. No relationship or kids. Hence the potty-mouth and the alcoholic joofs at 1 in the afternoon.”

You smile a closed lipped laugh, eyes glinting as you look up at him. He smiles back, unable to stop himself. He gives you an inquisitive look, the arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. The hand on your hip squeezing in question.

“Hmm?” he ponders, softly.

“You talk about me?” you ask, just as soft.

He hums, eyes dropping to your lips. “Just a little. Only to them.”

You and Jeongguk aren’t official. The circumstances a bit peculiar, the steps a little harder to maneuver. But what you have is good. A nice mix between fun and serious, committed yet free. You both know what you need to, feel what’s between you, even if you don’t name it or talk about it.

On your tiptoes, you crane your neck to reach his lips, and his eyes slip shut, ready to meet you halfway.

“Ah- Jeongguk you’re on grill duty!”

Jeongguk slumps behind you, a little groan sounding. “Okay!”

He sneaks a sweet kiss, before pinching your butt quickly. “Let me introduce you to the hyungs.”

~~~

Jeongguk looks almost as edible as the tri-tip he’s grilling. He’s got tongs in his tattooed hand, his hair held back by those purpley sunglasses that he’s pushed to the top of his head. His shirt is open, his toned tummy out and flexing whenever he laughs at something Taehyung says.

His eyes constantly look for you and Nari in the pool. He has an air kiss war with Nari for a while before she gets distracted by one of the other kids, asking if they can drag her around the pool by her floaty.

You’re pretty sure it’s Jin’s daughter, around 8 or 9. Smiling you nod, telling her you’ll help her. You keep a stable hand on Nari’s circular underarm floaty as she giggles and splashes, tickled pink at being doted on. She’s the baby of the barbeque, so she’s been handed around and loved on so much, giving the whole crew a dose of baby fever.

“You know, we got special toys and a playmat for her. She’s never liked the water.”

At the sound of a woman’s voice you look over your shoulder to see Jin’s wife sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in the water. She’s beautiful, high cheekbones and kind eyes. She’s smiling, and it has a hint of knowing to it. She nods to the lawn next to the pool, and you see said playmat has been commandeered by the girls.

This gets her daughter’s attention and she jumps up and down excitedly in the shallow end of the pool where you’ve ended up.

“I’m going to go play with them for a little bit, okay Nana? I’ll come back and swim with you soon!” she gives Nari a quick kiss before speed walking to the grass after a stern warning from her mother not to run by the pool.

Nari watches, her eyes wide and curious, and you give her another kiss (she’s been absolutely smothered today). “You’ll be able to play with them soon, don’t worry little bug.”

She wiggles a little, curls in on herself like your kisses tickle before she’s giving you a wet kiss back, her chlorine hands grabbing at your cheeks. You laugh with her, finally turning back to Jin’s wife.

“I don’t know, maybe she just needed another push.”

She hums, getting fully in the water with you. She makes a ‘come hither’ motion with a wave of her hand, gesturing for you to push Nari across the water to her. The distance isn’t far so you do. You and her take turns pushing the baby back and forth and Nari loves it, soft giggles spilling from her lips as she lets her hands drag in the water.

“Jeongguk says you’re really good with her. That she really loves you.”

You feel yourself flush. “That’s sweet of him, but he’s the one that’s made her so good with people.”

She shakes her head, laughing. “Uh, she’s good with us. Kind of a nightmare for people she doesn’t like. She’s almost as picky as he is about who gets to be around her.”

Laughing with her, you speak playfully to the baby. “You? A nightmare? No way!”

Jin’s wife notices the blush, the way you brush off the comments and direct attention to other things, so as she passes Nari to you again, she says, “I get it, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I think he trusts you and cares about you a lot. Not that he tells me of course,” she chuckles, “That’s boy talk, but Jin’s got a big mouth.”

“No,” you assure her, “I appreciate it, thank you for telling me.”

Mindless chatter ensues, baby babbles sprinkled in, Nari giving her two cents, as everyone waits for the food. Your name is yelled across the backyard, and the familiar voice is welcomed, as you make sure Nari is in good hands before swimming to meet Jeongguk at the edge of the pool. He’s got a piece of meat on a fork.

“Taste?” he asks, squatting in front of you.

You open your mouth, and he’s about to plop it in before he brings it back at the last minute, blowing on it a little. You laugh, endeared. Probably a habit due to always making sure anything he lets Nari taste isn’t too hot. He presses it to his lips quickly to test the temperature, before the fork is at your lips again, his other hand underneath making sure it doesn’t fall.

You groan, tastebuds doing a happy dance on your tongue as you chew.

“So good,” you moan, mouth still full, “I love the sauce.”

“The aioli,” he says, playfully snobby.

You roll your eyes, swallowing finally. “Whatever. I love it.”

He’s got a sweet smile on his face as his eyes search yours. They linger on your lips, and you think he may kiss you, but instead he wipes his thumb on your bottom lip. You can see a little bit of the aioli on it when he brings it to his mouth, eye contact deliberate as he sucks it off. It’s a bit naughty for him. Always careful about ‘pda’. But his doe-eyes are twinkling and he’s trying not to laugh as he says, “I love it, too.”

Sure that he can feel the spike in the air, you narrow your eyes at him as you whisper, “You’re mean.”

He shrugs, pats your head. “Food’s ready, get baby. I’ll save you guys a seat.”

~~~

Everyone around the outside table groans. Hands are on bellies and arms are behind heads and buttons are undone after devouring the food. The kids table off to the side is conspiring on how to get dessert, and little Nari is just about knocked out in your lap, the bread of her cheek smushed against your chest as she nods off.

“Jk, the iron chef,” Jimin sighs, swirling his wine in his glass.

“For real, man…”

Compliments to the chef are spouted from everyone and Jeongguk humbly accepts. The conversation dwindles into something that is lulled and lazy, casual stories about the kids being traded. How Taehyung found his twin boys’ pee drawer. You cringe. How Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter said her first curse word at kindergarten and blamed it on her dad (the one with the potty-mouth… read: Yoongi). You laugh, carefully not to wake Nari.

One of the wives notices.

She coos, “Oh, looks like someone is tuckered out.”

Jeongguk glances at his daughter, brings a finger to her pushed out bottom lip and pulls it down a little, tiny bloop noises sounding when it snaps back into place. He’s evil.

Of course she groggily wakes up, grumpy and rotten as she screeches and groans, rubbing her face into your sternum. Her chubby foot kicks at her dad. He laughs a coo at her, and she just grunts, indignant and sleepy.

“Quit it,” you say, trying not to laugh at the scene.

He hums, shoulders shaking in amusement. “Let’s set up her sleeper,” he says to you before turning to Namjoon. “Can we set it up in the guest room?”

He nods. “You’ll be able to hear her if she wakes up?”

“Of course, we brought her sock monitor.”

“Sock monitor,” Jin scoffs humorously, “Wish they had those when Jiwoo was a baby…”

The voices taper off as you follow Jeongguk back into the house and after a pitstop in the foyer for the crib and baby bag you find yourself in a pretty decently sized bedroom. It’s furnished, but there’s enough space in the far corner for the sleeper.

You sit on the bed, sway back and forth with Nari still snoozing in your arms. You rest your cheek on her head, watching as Jeongguk quickly sets up her nap station. He looks strong, arms working as he snaps each piece into place. His thighs bulge a little, his swim shorts bunching and pulled taut over the muscle as he grabs her blanket and pig stuffie from the baby bag.

“She still sleeping?” he asks, once he’s finished.

You hum an affirmative, getting to your feet and walking over to him. He takes her, and gently lowers her in, staying near until he’s sure that the move didn’t wake her. She whimpers a little in her sleep and you quietly rustle through her bag until you find her paci. Nari quiets immediately, soft baby snores that sound more like tiny little sighs fill the room.

Jeongguk brushes her flyaways off her face, tucks the wispies behind her ear being careful not to snag on her tiny earring. He then turns to you and throws himself into your arms, slumping.

You groan under his weight, but embrace him nonetheless.

“She’s getting so big,” he whines.

“Turns 2 in like 2 months right?”

He nods, face in your neck.

“You gonna do anything for it?”

Sighing, he rights himself. He bends and gets the monitor sock, un-velcroing it as quietly as he can, and then does it up around Nari’s tiny foot as carefully as possible. She’s a pretty good sleeper, never really too fussy, but you can never be too careful. He then grabs his phone from the same bag, checking the connection on the app.

“Her mom was talking about maybe getting together for it,” he says, pocketing his cell and grabbing your hand. “We can do something though. If you want, you’re not obligated of course.”

Your smile is small, but you nod. “Of course I want to.”

His ex is something you both never really touch on. One of the only tense subjects between you two, the conversation always a little formal and stilted, but you get it. And it’s not your place to question him, or how he co-parents. Not your place to question what she would think if she knew about you, because you’re sure she doesn’t. Or else you probably would have been invited to the actual birthday party.

It’s cool. You get it.

You’re wandering aimlessly around the house, hand in hand, taking the well needed break away from the commotion outside. The company is great, just a lot, and you’ve wanted to get Jeongguk alone the whole afternoon. Now’s your chance and after the birthday talk, you could use a distraction.

He’s lazily showing around the downstairs bathroom when you take your chances.

“That’s the waterfall shower, the toilet- it has a bidet, how cool is that? That’s the tub, and- that’s the lock? What are you doing?” He whispers like he’s playfully scandalized by the way you lock the both of you inside.

You shrug innocently, as you step in front of him. Trailing your index finger between the slight dip between his pecs, down to the line between his abs, all the way to the light trail of hair that disappears into his shorts.

“Dunno… What am I doing?”

He hums like he’s thinking about it. “I think you’re being a bit suggestive…” he says quietly as he toys with the tie at your hip.

“Mmm,” you hum contemplative and teasing. You take a short step, closing the small distance between you and him. You wrap your arms around his neck, scratch at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “What am I suggesting?”

Jeongguk’s so easy. He bends some, brushing his nose against your cheek, the hands at your hips already eagerly gripping and pulling you closer. Flush against him. His voice is soft, has a slight shake to it when he says back, “Not sure… tell me?”

You sigh, pleased, when he presses gentle, wet kisses to your neck. You whine a bit when he nips, his teeth sharp and quick. Eloquently you say, “Let’s have a quickie.”

Jeongguk snorts, a harsh laugh huffing into your skin. “Smooth.”

He’s teasing but his swimsuit doesn’t do much to hide how hard he’s getting, despite not even being touched yet. You change that, hand going down to cup him through the material.

“You wanna?” you purr, squeezing him.

He nods, finally kisses you. Slow and gentle. “Yeah,” he breathes against your mouth.

You kiss him with intention, then.

Tongues curl around each other and teeth click. Hands roam, bodies on fire despite the little clothing on your frames, the dip in the pool you had not too long ago. Jeongguk seems eager, kinda desperate as he breathes harshly against your lips, hands on your ass grabbing and kneading your cheeks in his big palms, pulling them apart a little as he presses his cock into your lower belly.

You moan when you feel how hard he is, when you feel how badly he wants you. Right here in one of his best friends' bathrooms. It makes you feel a little high, kind of dreamy as he backs himself to the counter, hooks one of your legs on his hip, forcing you to rest most of your weight on him, bracing yourself against his body.

With your legs now open, Jeongguk takes advantage of the way your pussy is right over his cock, rutting up into you, his hips moving hard and slow as he drags his length against you. You gasp, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes falling shut. Your acrylics grip at his shirt for a moment, basking in the way your clit is being teased. Pleasure making your whole body tingle.

“You’re so hard,” you whimper.

He makes a needy noise, sounding a little embarrassed as he urges you to look at him with a hand on your face. He watches you, as your brows turn up every time you feel the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, a silent moan, and he knows you’re trying so hard to be quiet. It makes him throb, jerk against your cunt.

“You’re being so good,” he praises.

Your eyes flutter a little, rolling back some as you nod.

He kisses you again, rougher this time. Your mouths stay attached as you finally free him from the stiff material of his trunks, pushing and pulling his foreskin over his tip. He has to break the kiss so he can moan, so he can look down at your tiny hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to wrap all the way around.

“__,” he sighs.

You’re mouthing at his neck while you pump, a questioning noise being hummed into the column of his throat.

“You know how… how I’m gonna be gone for... like a week? For that business trip?” His sentence is broken up by lewd groans.

You tell him you know, distracted by the nasty clicking noises that color the air on every upstroke.

He stays quiet for a moment, tensed in your hands. Then he speaks in that unsure voice that he takes when he asks about something he’s not sure your response will be.

“You can say no… but I just- want you, even when I’m by myself… when I can’t actually have you...”

Gently, he pushes your leg off his hip, and reaches into his pocket.

That’s when you get it.

He pulls his phone out, looks at you a little nervously. His cheeks rosy and flushed. You’re pretty sure your pussy floods your bikini bottoms. Jeongguk wants you so fucking badly that he wants to record you, because he can’t go without you- not even for a single week. He could watch porn, jerk off to the thought of you, could even get someone else because you wouldn’t ever find out. But no.

He just wants you.

“Yes,” you say quickly.

Jeongguk beams, both his hands coming to cup your face- phone and all -as he kisses you. Quick, sweet kisses until he rests his forehead on yours, his breaths hot on your face as he lets himself fuck into your palm for just a moment.

“Will you suck me, baby?” he whispers.

And fuck his voice has that tremble to it, like he’s so turned on he can barely contain it. You nod in his hands.

“Gag on it a little? Hmm?”

“Yeah, whatever you want, Jeongguk.”

And that’s how you find yourself on your knees of a bathroom floor, Jeongguk’s fat cock in your mouth, his phone recording every tear that leaks from the corner of your eyes, every gag that reverberates when his leaking tip nudges the back of your throat, every gasp you take when you pull off. The spit slick sounds that echo as you jerk him off while you catch your breath.

His phone catches the choked moans that he can’t keep in, your mouth too wet, too hot around his cock. It catches all the dirty, salacious requests he asks you.

“Lick my balls,” he whispers.

And you do. With one of your hands you jerk his cock, as you look up at him. Part of your face is covered by his cock as you lap at his balls, relishing in the way he spreads his legs a little wider, wanting to feel as good as possible.

“That spot behind my balls- yeah, fuck-”

You bring your free hand up and press two fingers into his taint, massaging lightly stimulating his prostate from the outside, while still stroking and licking him. His cock pulses in your hold and you feel when a little drop of precum dribbles to your hand that’s working over his length. You moan and rub your thighs together.

He doesn’t ask for this often but you love it when he does. You love the way he gets so breathy, so airy with his noises. How his chest stutters with short inhales until he finally releases and exhales with long groans, sometimes light whines.

Right now, his head falls back as he exhales one of those deep groans, before he looks down at you again, adjusts the camera a little, eyes so dark and heavy just dripping with lust and arousal as you make him feel so, so good.

“Don’t make me cum, wanna fuck you,” he murmurs.

It’s almost like a warning, telling you to stop because he knows he won’t be able to do it himself, the buzz thrumming through his body too blissful for him to willingly cut it off, put it to an end.

You listen to him, one last long lick from his balls to his tip, before you’re standing, hopping onto the counter. Spreading your legs, you invite Jeongguk between them.

He’s still filming, angles his phone down as he presses the thumb of his free hand in between your pussy lips over your bottoms. He kisses you while he touches you, swallowing the little whimpers you make, makes sure the shot is right when you start to rock your pussy into his touch.

Trailing his fingers from your hidden slit to the knot keeping your bikini on, he gives you a quick glance, before pulling it. He hooks a single finger under the fabric, and drags it down until your perfect, little cunt is bare.

Bending down some, Jeongguk brings his phone closer to your pussy. It’s hairless, and smooth. Pussy lips puffy. When he spreads you open, your wet center gleaming on camera, you whine, closing your legs slightly.

You’ve gotten over your shyness with him, but having a pussy close up is foreign enough for you to get bashful. But he just shushes you, coaxes your legs open again.

“Have the prettiest pussy,” he tells you, as his index finger barely pushes inside. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here…”

Something seems to click at Jeongguk’s words. He stops the video and looks up at you with his expression pained.

“What?” you ask, kinda of out of it, drunk on arousal.

All he says is, “Condom.”

Your face falls. “Are there any in the bag?”

He shakes his head. “ You packed it, and I didn’t add any. Didn’t think we would need them.”

Normally you wouldn’t push him, would settle for sucking his cock, drinking his cum. Would be good with him eating you out, cumming all over his tongue. But your pussy aches, you're not sure anything but his thick cock filling you up will suffice this time.

“Well, we don’t need them…” you whisper.

“__…” He gives you a stern look. You feel his cock kick, though, where it rests against your thigh.

“Please,” you beg, hand going to his cock stroking it over your tummy. “I have the IUD, it’s like 99% effective I’m pretty sure-”

“Pretty sure isn’t convincing-”

“I’m really sure,” you say, “I need it.”

He looks like he’s fighting with himself. Weighing the pros and cons of fucking you raw for the first time. Feeling your tight cunt sucking him in every time he pulls out, no barrier between you.

He grips the base of his cock and you sigh relieved as he wordlessly slips his tip between your folds.

You hold his gaze as he starts to push in. His mouth falls open when your pussy swallows his tip, and when he reaches the hilt, you let out the softest cry, both of you gasping into each other's mouth at the first swift thrust he rocks into you.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath. Holds his hips still as his eyes squeeze shut for the briefest of moments before his hips start to move again. You’re overwhelming, he’s never been with someone who he’s had such strong chemistry with, someone who knows exactly how to please him, someone who he knows exactly how to please.

It’s only a few thrusts into you later that Jeongguk is groaning, pushing one of your legs back so he can see your slick on his cock every time he pulls out. “Fuck, this was a bad idea…”

You shake your head, eyes closed. “No I love it like this, can feel you so much better.”

He moans, presses his cock in as far as he can, hips right up against you. “Yeah, that’s why,” he sighs, “never gonna wanna use a condom again.”

The smile that plays on your lips is wicked. “Then don’t.”

Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, fucks you a little faster as he brings a hand up to your face. He loves looking at you while he’s inside you, watching as your features shift whenever he hits that spot. “Be good,” he tells you.

You listen to him, not because you want to, but because you can’t think coherently with his cock inside you. It’s slow, the noises in the bathroom echoed and loud, slapping skin not an option today, but god. He moves his hips into you perfectly, the head of his cock rubbing on your g-spot everytime he pushes inside of you, the drag of his swollen tip against your walls is dizzying.

He knows how to fuck you so well, having come to know your body almost as well as you do with how many times you’ve sat on his cock, how many times he’s plowed into you, how many times he’s coaxed leg shaking orgasms from your body with nothing but his cock. He knows that you like it when he gets a hold of your tits, when he flicks your nipples with the pads of his thumbs, so he finally moves your bikini top out of the way, does exactly that and he smiles when you arch into his touch.

The scolding he gives you when you accidentally knock the soap bottle over is playful. “Careful,” he whispers.

“Sorry,” you pant. When he tells you to keep it down normally, you usually have a little bit of leeway. But you don’t have that here. You know that you are a guest in the home and that this is your first time meeting everyone. You know that tainting the barbeque with sex noises is probably a bad first impression. That’s hard to remember, however, when Jeongguk fucks like he does.

He coos, his hips speeding up some. “No, don’t be sorry. So perfect. So good,” he sighs, “best I’ve ever had.”

“Just a little faster,” you plead.

The first time he fucked you, he told you he would give you whatever you wanted, and he’s never not done that. So he picks up his pace, one hand squeezing at your tits, the other at the meat of your inner thigh, and he feels how you tighten around his cock, pussy pulsing.

“Like that,” you sob.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple.

Like he spoke it into existence, footsteps sound outside the door. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since you both put Nari down, but it sounds like everyone is coming in from outside. Distant chatter echoes through the thin walls, the thin wood of the bathroom door. Whoever was outside seems to have just been passing by, but it lights the fire.

“Gonna make you cum,” Jeongguk tells you.

You try to respond, but the fast pace of hips knocks the breath out of you, knocks the words right out of your mouth. Your hands scramble on the counter, trying to support yourself, but its hard when he just feels so fucking good inside of you.

The slaps that start to sound are thankfully muted by the material of your swimsuit still halfway tied on, because Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter a bit as he jackhammers his cock into your tiny cunt, deeming time a more pressing limitation than volume.

The frantic pace of his thrusts is an almost constant pressure on that magic, euphoric spot in your pussy. The pressure bleeds to pleasure and your arms and legs begin to shake, as your eyes are water from the effort to keep your moans silent, but you don’t know how much more you can take, if you’ll be able to keep quiet as he makes you cum on his cock.

“Can I cum?” you whisper, words fast and jumbled.

Jeongguk nods, swears as he keeps plowing his cock into you over and over again.

“Cover my mouth, cover my mouth,” you tell him, lewd urgency lacing your tone. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum-”

The way that you look and sound when you’re about to finish with his hand over your mouth is wet dream material. Your brows are pinched, almost worried looking as you nod, letting him know that you’re there. The moans that you can’t keep in are muffled and desperate sounding under his palm, and jesus fucking christ Jeongguk can’t keep looking at you when you look like that or he’ll cum before you even get the chance to.

He leans forward, presses his face into your cheek. “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he encourages. Demanding yet so sweet as he takes what he wants from you.

You shake in his hold when you do as he says. Muffled moans turn to muffled cries as he fucks you through it, as he keeps his fat cock thrusting in and out of your convulsing cunt.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl-” Jeongguk, whispers before he buries his face into your neck.

After cumming your pussy always gets so warm, so swollen and tight and wet on the inside. And he knows he should pull out, shouldn’t risk cumming inside of you, but he feels like he physically can’t pull out. Like it would be a crime to not paint your insides white, just this once. The instinctual urge to bury his cock inside of you wins out as he loses control of his hips.

“Gonna cum inside,” he warns you.

The way you shiver in his hold at his words, just spurs him on more knowing that you crave it as much as he does. When he moves his hand from your mouth you immediately say a soft, delirious, “Please.”

He’s always had a thing for begging but that single word has never sounded as good as it does when you say with his cock buried inside of you. You sound drunk on him, on the way he fucks you and touches you and takes care of you. It only takes a few more frenzied pumps of his cock until he’s spilling inside of you, barely audible, gasped moans filling your ears.

The afterglow is short lived. The blaring knock on the door makes sure of that.

“You guys are sick, there are children in the house.”

It’s Hoseok. Because of course it is.

Jeongguk just groans, and when there are retreating footsteps outside the door, you finally let yourself laugh.

“Do you think anyone else heard?”

“God I hope not, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“They didn’t hear the end of it either…” you tease.

Jeongguk puffs out a lazy laugh, his softening cock slipping out as he backs up. He looks down at your swollen pussy, sees the little drops of leaking cum. He takes his index finger and gathers it before pushing it back in.

“Bold,” you say, with a quirked brow.

He rolls his eyes. “Are you staying for dinner after we head back?”

His subject change makes you chuckle incredulously, but still you nod. “Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow.”

“Oh, so you’re staying the night?” he asks cheekily.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, as if you weren’t hoping he would ask.

~~~

When you wake up in his bed, Jeongguk isn’t on the right side like he usually is. Instead, there’s a note letting you know that he’s in Nari’s room with her because she was fussy, along with a plan b and some flowers.

~~~

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Imagine: PRT FOUR

More nasty ass Erik !!!!!!!!!!! + adding two other requests for Erik giving reader anal and it’s painful/Reader choking Erik back for the first time and he moans.

I might as well make this a series because I’m in part four of this shit. Here is more of Erik freak ass and Y/N giving her pussy up. Multiple times.

part one part two part three

Y/N and Erik took their fucking and sucking to her dorm room whenever Brandy was away with Erik’s friend. She complained to him about how small her bed was for them to fuck and sleep on but Erik didn’t care. They were both on their way back from grabbing a quick meal through a drive-thru. Still slurping up his lemonade, Erik stood behind Y/N with her book bag slung over his shoulder and his eyes staring at her ass. She had on these high waisted jeans with a butt rip under her right ass cheek. Those fucking jeans hugged so tight they looked painted on. Looking like a goddamn canvas.

“Lil mama, if you don’t open this fucking door up.” He could not look away from her ass. Then she had the nerve to wear one of those tiny ass shirts again. The front read Trap and Sex in hot pink lettering and the rest of the shirt was colored white.

“Daddy, my keys are twisted in my earphones,” she was struggling with the iPhone earphones tangled in the chains and key links of her unnecessarily heavy keys.

“You want me to get you some AirPods?”

Y/N beamed up at Erik with her pretty white smile, “You would actually do that for me?”

“Yes,” Erik grabs her keys, “Which one?”

“The silver one with the orange sticker on it,” she pointed at it with her long coffin-shaped gel acrylic nails painted this pretty salmon pink color. Each key for every dorm had a designated sticker. Her dorm complex all had orange stickers. While Erik fumbles with the door, Y/N takes his cup to drink the rest of his lemonade. She only got one suck in before it was all gone. Kissing her teeth, she pulled the top off and started eating his ice. Her glossy lips smacked and her teeth crunched as she chewed.

Erik held the door open for Lil Mama while she easily walked in from under his outstretched arm. She was 5’ 5 so it was a breeze. Her door clicked shut softly and now they were inside of her warm dorm room. Erik sat Y/N’s book bag down on the small black suede couch bed before kicking off his Nike VaporMax Plus with a black, white, and grey colorway. Y/N tried to clean up the living room a bit but Erik was already used to seeing Y/N and Brandy’s mess. Wigs with mannequin heads, Sephora make up bags, unopened packages, heels, textbooks, and an assortment of PS4 video games.

“Y’all some fucking slobs,” Erik unzipped his black Nike Therma training vest revealing a white Henley long sleeve top underneath that bunched around his biceps and pectorals.

“This space is so small our storage bins can’t hold everything, Erik,” Y/N grabbed the freshly washed wigs and mannequins to place in a corner behind a stack of storage bins to make space.

“All this time you’ve been staying here and you didn’t get a dresser?”

“I have one,” she said while smoothing down a pink wig in her hand, “it’s too damn full.”

“So, you basically brought your whole bedroom to campus?” He chuckles, “you’re silly, ma.”

“Leave me alone,” she pouted like a baby.

Erik mocked her pout making his eyes soft and blinking his long lashes. She giggled at him before turning around to put the wig away.

“Brandy not coming back tonight, right?” Erik pulls out a blunt that he had rolled nice and tight for tonight.

“Nah, she’s with your friend, remember?”

Erik puffed out smoke, “So that means I can be in that pussy all over this dorm room?”

“Yes.” She answered without hesitation. This was her Daddy. He could fuck her anywhere. If that nigga said to drop to your knees in public she would drop to her knees. If he told her to give that pussy up she would bend over in half for him and not think twice about the people around them. She’s been craving his big dick all day during classes. He had her so wet and sticky that she had to make a stop in the women’s bathroom during her free period to rub her clit into a squirting orgasm. She wished he could have seen the mess she made on that floor. Y/N always squirted when she had her clit rubbed or sucked on.

“Yes what, Lil Mama?”

“Yes, Big Daddy.” She spoke with the sweetest voice. It almost made Erik’s tooth hurt with how sweet and angelic she sounded.

“You’re such a good girl for me all the time. So submissive for Daddy, ain’t that right, Lil Mama?”

“Mhm, yes.” Y/N was obsessed with the dick and all of Erik honestly. He didn’t even have to fuck her to have her hooked. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself if her Daddy left her.

“Girl,” He shook his head before resting it back against the couch, blowing his smoke into the air, “I’m about to punish that pussy...I’m dead fucking serious.”

Y/N closed her eyes in bliss while nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Keep biting on that lip ima bite it myself.” Oh, she needed a reminder. Erik already had her ass in the car.

Erik tongued Y/N’s mouth down in that drive-thru making the people behind them honk their horns and yell. He was practically sucking and fucking her face. She was squirming in that seat with her legs up and hands gripping the seat belt. His tongue was so damn good in her mouth. Her head fell lazily back and off to the side like she was fainting from the way he kissed her. Erik then grabbed her neck to hold her still before removing his tongue from her throat, a long trail of spit connecting with hers. She had to reward him with her hand in his sweats using her thumb to stroke the tip of his dick.

“Think I’m playing, Y/N, I will tear your little ass up in here.”

Y/N’s lip slowly released from between her teeth. It was swollen and blushed from how much she chewed on the pouty flesh. She rubbed her glossy lips together before giving Erik an innocent smile.

“I was just saying how much of a good girl you are but you must want daddy to punish you, huh?”

His head fell back against the couch again, Erik widening his legs to invite her over to him. He had those sexy deep brown eyes on her and his full bottom lip between his teeth.

“C’mere,” He said with a suppressed voice. Erik took both of his thumbs to pull back the waistband of his sweats and briefs. Erik’s groomed pubic hair was revealed to her lustful eyes and with one thrust of his hips, both pieces of fabric came down and rested under his muscular ass while his moisturized, lengthy, girthy, and magnificent black dick popped out and swung up and down like a pendulum. He jerked his hips and made his dick jump. Y/N loves it when he makes his dick jump. Lifting up the sleeves to his Henley, Erik takes his left hand to grab the base of his dick. She could hear the skin move up and down and she could see the veins of his shaft rolling each time his wrist covered with a Piaget watch twisted expertly to give himself the perfect stroke.

“C’mere.” He scrunched his face while biting the corner of his bottom lip, “you know what Daddy likes. Come suck me, Lil Mama.”

Y/N got down on her hands and knees and crawled to Erik. Once there, she squeezed herself between his legs and the coffee table in the dorm room. Now that she was on her knees between his legs, Y/N picked Erik’s dick up with her small hand, giving it a nice squeeze. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and his bottom lip poked out showing Y/N his gold canines. Using her slender pink tongue, Y/N licked from Erik’s delicious sack, the smooth base of his dick, up his length, and to that pre-cum oozing tip.

“Ooo,” she moaned before making a hissing sound with her teeth. She squeezed her Daddy’s big dick again and more of that syrupy goodness seeped out. That same pink tongue licked around the head of his thickness before her soft and unyielding lips cloaked him.

“Damn, Lil Mama. You can suck some dick, girl. Look at your little freaky ass. Suck this Daddy dick, cutie pie.”

Y/N inhaled Erik’s dick with no hands.

“Oh, shit,” Erik chuckles, “look at that pretty mouth on you.”

With her round eyes on him, Y/N made her jaws extra tight, breathing through her nose, and pulling all of him into her mouth. Erik’s hand came up to grab her puff, using the curly strands to pull her mouth off his dick. Erik stuck his tongue out at her, flicking it. Y/N leans forward, Erik’s hand around her neck, bringing her in to flick his tongue with hers. After a rather nasty tongue thrash that had Y/N’s lip dripping with Erik’s spit, he playfully slaps her face causing her to gasp.

“Throat deeper than a motherfucker,” He places two of his fingers into her mouth, “You can fit all of Daddy’s big dick in that nasty mouth.”

Y/N gags around Erik’s fingers. He takes them out slowly, rubbing it down the length of her tongue then over her bottom lip.

“Shit, look at what you got my dick doing.”

Each time his dick bobbled up and down his balls would jump. Still covered with spit and still just as rock hard as before. Erik and Y/N glanced at each other before turning their attention back to his beautiful cum stick. Reaching his left hand up, Erik takes his pointer finger to circle his slit mixing the pre-cum with Y/N’s saliva. He lifted that finger and she could see a slimy string of pre-cum. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth. She let it stick out as far as it could go. Erik made her suck on his finger then with a forceful hand he grabs the back of her neck bringing her lips to his dick again for her to suck.

“Yeah, Lil Freak,” Erik widened his legs more, “Make Daddy cum...shit...why you sucking me like that? LOOK AT ME...why are you sucking my dick like that?” He playfully slaps her again, “why?”

“Because I want Daddy to cum for me.”

“That’s right. Good girl. Make Daddy’s big dick cum. Show me you worked so hard for that shit.”

“Like this,” she slurped him up causing Erik’s lips to part and his hands coming up to cover his eyes.

“Just like that,” he lifts his shirt up so she could have a view of his defined body that he worked so hard to achieve, “girl, you got my nuts in your mouth. Daddy ain’t even have to ask you. That’s what I’m talking about.”

He never had to ask her to suck him off because she loved that shit. His dick was so damn good in her mouth. She was moaning around a mouth full of dick.

“Damn, I’m keeping you...best believe I’m keeping you, Lil Mama.”

Yes, Daddy-“ she sucked.

“Daddy turned you out?” He gave her a coy smirk.

“Uh-Huh, Daddy-“ she sucked.

“Hmph- oh my God, girl-Ah-sh-shittttttt,” she felt his thick cum hit the back of her throat, “shitttt...shitttttt,” she kept her lips sealed around his dick, still sucking just as hard. Y/N was cum hungry, “oh yeah? Oh yeah? Keep sucking my shit keep-fuckkkkkkk,” Erik has more for her. Y/N graciously took it and slurped it down with no problem, “FUCK YES.”

Finally finished drinking his cum, Y/N slowly pulled her lips off but not before French kissing his thick head. The leering expression on his face and the way he shook his head made Y/N want to suck his dick again just because of his reaction.”

“Turn around and bend over for Daddy to see.”

Y/N got up, bending over the coffee table to show how her tight jeans stretched out over her ass and that rip under her right ass cheek separating even more. She looked back at him with a pout of her lips and blinking patient eyes. She started rolling her hips for him in slow motion. Erik reaches out and pops her ass so intensely that Y/N yelps. Erik takes his fingers, pulling on that rip and distressing her jeans even more. Now she has a big ass hole there with some of the jean material hanging.

“Daddy-“

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about these jeans. Take all this shit off now.”

Y/N stands up, undoing her jeans and pulling them down. She bends over to get her feet out and now Erik could see her bright yellow thong.

“You so damn thick, Lil Mama, damn,” He smacks both her ass cheeks, “Daddy love all this,” Erik squeezes her ass, then both his hands came out to jiggle her prominent flesh, “Put my face in this ass and eat it the fuck up, ma.”

She felt heat prickle her skin.

“Yes, eat this ass and phat pussy, Daddy,” She encouraged him, “here,” she spread her cheeks showing him exactly what he wanted to see, “this ass and phat pussy, yeah?”

“All that ass and phat fucking pussy, bitch,” He rubs her asshole with his finger, “You hella tight back here...can’t even fit my fucking finger in.”

“This a virgin ass, Daddy. Ain’t no dick been in there,” she laughs. Y/N used small butt plugs before but that was it. She never thought about trying anal for herself because she was too chicken to do it but now, she could try it out for her Daddy.

“No dick been in here?” Erik asks with a low tone.

“Nope, none, Daddy.”

“So what does that mean for me?” He was rubbing her pussy lips now, squeezing them, and spreading them.

“You can take my ass if you want.”

“You sure?” Now he was thumbing her labia, “I got a big dick on me, Ma, it’s too much to handle.”

“I’ll be a good girl...” he was teasing her clit now.

“Be a good girl and give this ass up? If you say yes that means I get to take that ass and you can’t stop me. Once I’m in there I’m gon’ beat that tight ass up.”

Y/N knew how long and girthy Erik was but she wanted to try his big dick in her ass. Y/N wanted to see if she could handle him.

“I promise I’ll let you beat it up just like this pussy.”

“Oh...you getting it tonight, fuck that.”

Erik stood up, grabbing Y/N and throwing her over his shoulder so he could play with her ass cheeks. They walked into her shared dorm room that was just as messy as her mini living room. He was gonna make her clean up but first, he needed his dick wet. He tossed her down to her bed, pulling her Trap and Sex shirt off and then her bra.

“Trap and Sex?” He sucked on her nipples, “That means you like fucking to trap music, Lil Mama? Pop that pussy and twerk that big ass on the dick? Fuck this pink puss to the beat?”

“Mmmm, baybee,” Erik motorboated her breasts causing her to giggle. She opens her legs for him so he could play all in her wet pussy and suck her titties at the same time.

“Got the pussy all open and shit,” Erik didn’t waste no time taking his three fingers, curling them, and fucking her pussy all the way down to the base of his fingers. She gushed and slushed all over him. It was so easy for him to slide his fingers in and out. He was still sucking her nipples and biting them. Y/N used all the strength in her thighs to keep them spread open and raised up while she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I see you, pretty girl, I see you opening them legs to give Daddy more of that phat pussy.”

Her head fell back and her left hand came down to rub circles on her clit. She was creaming all the way down to her asshole. Bed sheets stained too.

“Got all this phat puss and ass. This shit is mine. Daddy only fucking you. You better not give this pussy to none of them little niggas or I’m punishing you. You hear me?”

“Yes! Oh, God, Erik-“

“Come correct, ma, it’s Daddy.”

Her puffy inner folds and clit were so warm and swollen from how fast she rubbed.

“Move your fucking hands. Keeping that juicy clit away from me. You tryna be stingy?”

“N-no,” she opened her pussy lips, “here you go, Daddy. It’s all yours...mmm...it’s all yours.”

“All this pink sweet pussy?” Erik stuck his tongue way out and thrashed it under the hood of her clit all over that shit. He got every single inch of her and now she was leaking for him. He always had her cumming fast with that mouth of his.

“Daddy, my clit is so hard...” She looked at him with defeated eyes.

“I know, that’s why I’m about to suck on it for you. Got my dick down here hurting for some of this good puss.” Erik wraps his lips around her clit and labia with those pussy riding lips he got. He was making her precious pussy cum. Her Daddy always gave her good licks and sucks.

“This pussy talking to me, Lil Mama, she wants me to put this dick in,” Erik stood up, pulling his sweats and briefs off uncaring about his shirt, “I’m fucking you just like this.”

His mouth-watering dick bounced as he positioned himself over her. He was so rough with the way he pulled her legs apart and back to her ears. Erik gripped the bottom of her bare feet firmly while using the power of his hips to drill into her pussy. That phat puss was happy to be taking some of him again. Every time felt like the first time with Erik. She was outrageously wet. His mature and violent strokes inside her once innocent pussy has Y/N talking in tongues.

“You like giving this pussy up to Daddy.”

“Yes!” She grabs Erik’s chain around his neck.

“You tryna choke Daddy out?” He spoke in a harsh tone that had her shivering.

“Mhm,” she tightened the chain causing it to cut into his skin, “choke Daddy back just like I fuck Daddy back.”

She could see his skin bruising from how tight she had his chain around his neck. Erik slowed down his strokes, his eyes hard and nostrils flared. Y/N let his chain go and used her own hand to grab his neck. She pulled Erik down to her mouth where she tongued his lips and sucked on them. He swiveled his hips inside of her and just allowed her wetness to hug him while they kissed. He was moaning in her mouth. No grunts or groans, straight moans. The tighter she made her hands the more he moaned while they kissed. Erik sounded so damn sexy moaning.

Ahhhh... *hisses* ahhhh... *hisses* ahhhh

He said that over and over with his raspy tone of voice. It was beautiful to hear a man moan and not be afraid to. When she let his neck go he gave her a deep desirable look that had her reaching out for his neck again.

“Ooooohmmm,” he moaned with his eyes on her, “Yeah, Lil Mama, choke me out like that.”

“Daddy I want you to moan for me, please?”

“I gotchu, ma,” Erik sucked on her fingers, “Ima moan while I fuck this pussy.”

“Fuck, yeah, Daddy.” Y/N lifts Erik’s shirt from his body, tossing it on the floor. He stroked her with his head hanging low to watch the way he dicked her down.

“Ain’t gon’ find dick like this again,” Erik watched his balls slap her ass with each stroke and his dick stretching her out, “Got me over here taking this wet wet showing you how a real nigga fuck some pussy.”

“Daddy-“

“You ain’t even gotta tell me, ma, I know this pussy ready to bust all over me. Cum on this daddy dick... you keeping it away from me?” He tilted his head down at her while his dick murdered her slit, “gimmie that shit...mhmm, mhmm...cum-on-this-dick.”

“Shittttttttt, baybeeeee,” She shook under him as she released on his dick. Erik smiles at her while Y/N’s eyes rolled shut. He pulls his dick out for her to see what she’d done. Creamy and dripping wet.

“Lick me up,” He ordered.

Y/N licked him like an ice cream cone, cleaning him all off.

“You got some lube, ma?”

“Yeah,” She got up on wobbly legs, walking over to her dresser. Erik sits down on the edge of the bed to remove his socks before falling back with his hand around his dick, jerking it. In Y/N’s periphery, she could see her Daddy’s balls jump and his hand twist and pull on himself. She moved her ankle socks and panties to the side to reveal a bottle of grape-flavored lube she received in a goodie bag from her other campus friend Morgan’s toy party. They were gonna need the whole bottle with how big his pipe is and how tight her asshole is. She walked back over to him, sitting the lube on the bed and as if compelled, sucked the tip of his dick while he jerked his stiffness.

“Can’t keep this dick out your mouth for nothing,” Erik laughs before grunting deep, “look at you tryna suck me like a straw, Lil nasty ass. I like that shit. C’mon, I’m tryna cum in your ass.”

Y/N’s mouth popped off and Erik stood up from the bed to stand behind her.

“You know how I like it. Face down, ass up.”

Y/N got into position. She felt his dick hit the back of her thigh. All that thick meat was about to enter her ass. She shivered from how nervous she was. Erik got down on his knees while his right hand pumped his dick. He puts his tongue in her ass and the second she felt that snake-like tongue wiggle and that spit drizzle down to her pussy she let out a sharp moan. She couldn’t see his face since he was all between her cheeks but damn she wanted him to see her expression. Her eyes watered and her mouth was wide with pure shock. His wet tongue was stabbing at her asshole. She reached back to hold her cheeks open. Erik mumbled something but he was too busy eating her booty she couldn’t understand a word he said.

He finally resurfaced with a shiny face, “Damn, I could feel that ass clenching around my tongue,” Erik opened her pussy wide, “all my spit just chilling in this creamy shit,” he leaned in to suck her clit slowly before letting go with a pop of his lips, “Y/N...I swear to God, ma...pass a nigga that lube!”

She quickly handed it over to him. Erik popped the cap on it, squeezing out so much of it to slather over his dick. Y/N could smell the grape flavoring of the lube. Erik was drenched in that shit. He takes some from his dick, bringing it to Y/N’s virgin ass to finger her there with it. She was gripping his fingers. Every time his knuckle would enter her she clenched around him.

“You gotta relax, ma,” Erik instructed, “I know you can’t help it but relaxing is the only way I can fuck this ass, you hear me?”

“Yes, sorry,” she breathed evenly to steady herself.

“Good girl. You ready?” Erik stood behind Y/N.

“Please,” That was enough of a response for him. Lil Mama just didn’t know what she was getting herself into with Erik. He fucked ass just like he fucked pussy. Had chicks crying. But the pussy still came so they ended up asking for more. His good girl could take some dick like a champ though. He wanted to see if she could hold her record.

Erik instructed for Y/N to grip the sheets. Erik began to ease his large member into her tight, bubbling ass. Y/N closed her eyes and tightened her fists around the sheets to distract herself when Erik entered her. She couldn’t believe how much pressure and pain she was feeling. Y/N tried to breathe slowly and steadily to calm herself as he penetrated deeper into her ass.

“Oh my God,” Erik slaps her ass, “Baby, this ass is so tight on my dick. You’re pulling on my dick right now.”

Erik eased out and went back into her even further than before. Y/N gasped and inhaled as she felt the pressure from him reentering her.

“Lil Mama, I’m done teasing you I’m ready to fuck this ass, you good?” He was desperate.

“Y-yes,” she spoke with her face in the sheets.

Erik grabbed Y/N by the waist and slammed into her.

Y/N screamed, “Daddy!!!!!” She reaches back to push at his chest, “Daddy, nooooo, Not yet! Slow down!”

Erik wasn’t listening; the feeling had overtaken him and he was in the zone. Erik slammed into her, then out, then bam! Back in. Y/N’s legs were weakening and she could barely keep her back arched to take all of his daddy dick. Every time she would move Erik would fix her arch as he rammed into her.

Y/N pleaded, “Daddy! Please cum! I can’t handle you! Please cum! Please!”

Erik was enjoying this. Hearing her beg him with a weakened tone and deep throaty moans made his dick even harder.

Erik answered, “This is what you wanted, remember? Shut up and let me slam in this ass real good!” He pulled all the way out to the tip. All that lube was needed because his dick went right back in like it never left. She compressed him tighter than that pussy. Erik’s eyes rolled with pleasure each time she clenched him.

“Daddy,” she spoke with a raw throat, “I wanna take Daddy’s dick, I really do, but it hurts.”

Erik groaned, “I’ll go slow to stretch it and you let me know when I can go faster, aight?”

“Okay,” she looked back at him with her watery eyes, “Daddy you really like my ass. You were fucking it so hard,” she spoke with a whisper.

“Your shit is too tight, Lil Mama,” Erik stares down at his lube covered dick stretching her ass out. She gasps each time he hit her deep with the tip of his dick. He had Lil Mama groaning with his dick all in her ass.

“Daddy fucking this ass real good ain’t he.”

“Yeah,” She was starting to get used to the feeling of being stuffed back there, “It’s starting to feel a little better...”

“So, can Daddy go faster?”

She chewed her lip nervously, “Kay.”

“If you want Daddy to cum in you I’m gonna have to slam a little harder than I am to get it out.”

She melted at his words. Erik was so persuasive.

“I understand, Daddy.”

Erik began to beat her ass up harder and faster. Y/N was reminded of the pain yet again but it was subtle and the pleasure was more pronounced. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to accept the way her ass wrapped around Erik and the pressure she could feel in her lower belly. She could understand why people enjoyed anal but damn you had to be a G to take it like this.

As Y/N began to relax she started pumping back onto Erik. This caused Erik to thrust harder into her tightness surrounding him. He held onto Y/N as he fucked her. She was helping him by pushing back against him and saying, “Daddy you're so full in my ass, you're fucking the shit outta me!”

“Hmph! Love my dick throbbing in this ass, yes...just bend over for Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Y/N was being trained well to take his big black dick. She rubbed her wet pussy all over and even stuck three fingers in. She finger fucked her juicy box while Erik beat her ass up like fight night.

“Put that work in for Daddy! Good girls take it deep and hard in the ass!”

“YES!” Her ass stung from how hard she clapped back on him. “Yes! Yes! Oh shit, yeah, baby, work this ass! That’s right, fuck the shit outta me!”

“Open that ass up for me-“

“Like this, Daddy,” she spread her cheeks.

“That’s a good girl, let Daddy fill this ass up.”

Erik pounded away until he could no longer hold it. Erik banged his dick in her ass while his balls slapped her clit. The way his dick throbbed had Y/N gasping for air. He gave her one final hard thrust before his load filled her ass up to the brim. Y/N was worn-out from the ass whipping she had endured. Erik was even out of breath and weak.

His dick slid out causing both of them to moan. She rolled over onto her back gently. She looked up at Erik’s drenched body as he stares down at his still hard dick.

“You good, pretty girl?” Erik walked up to sit on the bed next to her. He turned Y/N over onto her back and rubbed her ass. She gave him a weak smile but as soon he opened her ass cheeks to see her lubed up asshole she let out a whimper. She clenched her cheeks but Erik’s grip on her was so firm she couldn’t fight him.

“I got you good, didn’t I?” His voice got deeper and huskier.

“Yes, Daddy,” Y/N said while looking into his dark eyes. They tended to get darker when he was really horny.

“Daddy...I need a break,” Y/N gave him an innocent look that always worked, “Please, Daddy?”

His jaw clenched but then a smirk appeared in his lips, “Aight, Lil Mama. We can take a shower and then I’ll run you a bubble bath, okay?”

She felt so relieved. If she didn’t plead with him to give her a break Erik would be fucking her ass again. That was a lot to handle. Y/N finally stood up from the bed with wobbly ankles. Erik helped her out by carrying her. Y/N didn’t think she would be able to take more dick tonight but knowing Erik he wouldn’t allow that for too long.

———————-

“Oh, you’re a nasty bitch, Y/N.”

Brandy came home the next day around late afternoon with her overnight bag and a bonnet on her head. The place was clean since Y/N had nothing else to do since Erik left. He had plans that evening to meet up with some friends. Y/N was currently filling her friend in on how much sex she’d been having with Erik.

“How big is he?” Brandy asked while studying for her intro to cybersecurity course.

“I don’t know, maybe 9 or 10 inches. And thick girl, whew.”

“And you can take all that now? Erik changed my girl,” Brandy joked.

“I thank you for introducing us.” If it wasn’t for Brandy Y/N wouldn’t have known Erik.

“Nah, it wasn’t me. Erik has been wanting your ass! He asked about you and I just passed on the word that’s all.”

“I miss him,” she pouts, “I won’t see him until tomorrow night.”

“Girl, give your pussy a break!” Brandy shouted playfully.

“I just love fucking with him, Brandy. He makes my body feel so good.”

“So...is he more than a fuck buddy?” Brandy questions.

“I don’t know about all that right now. We like where we are and I don’t wanna push it too far and fuck up our connection.”

“What else do you know about him?”

“Only the basic stuff like where he is originally from and what he’s going to school for and what his interests are. Just the first base stuff.”

Brandy placed her highlighter in the middle of her textbook, “I’m only asking because I can tell that you like him more than just wanting to hop on the dick. You should talk to him, see if he feels the same way.”

“I will,” Y/N spoke softly, “I just don’t want to scare him away.”

“I doubt that,” Brandy giggles, “He is pussy-whipped.”

Y/N couldn’t disagree. Erik would call and text her phone throughout the day just to get a response from her if he couldn’t see her and if he could see Y/N she was always at his place. He even cleared out a top drawer for her things. If she didn’t answer his calls or texts he would be so damn mad and when they finally meet up her pussy was his for the taking.

Disrespectful, bitch. Don’t you ever ignore me again, you hear me, girl? Got me in here fucking the shit out this phat puss. Say sorry to Daddy, bitch, you owe me.

And then she was right on her knees or opening her legs for him.

A slut for this Daddy dick.

No. He didn’t text or call her since he left. What was he up to? She knew he was busy with school as well but damn, he could have at least sent a quick text with kissy-face and tongue emojis. While Brandy studies, Y/N picked up here phone to text Erik.

-Daddy I miss you 😽

She saw his text bubbles and then his message showed up.

-Daddy miss you too.

-how much?

Erik sent her a photo. It was him smiling in a black beanie with his jeans unzipped and that dick long and thick. He took really good dick pics. She loved the fact that he smiled at her like that. He made her melt. She wanted to melt in his mouth.

-Omg Daddy! come here, please 🤗

-can’t, Lil Mama. I’m about to have some company.

-I wanna cuddle with you and sit on your lap🥺

-that’s all? LOL I know that ain’t the only thing you want. Look at that pic again.

-okay, I want some dick too so? Lol. You fucked me so good last night I want some more 😋

-Can’t tonight, I told your ass that. I gotchu tomorrow, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you from the living room to the bed I promise.

-☹️

-fix your fucking face.

- *sigh* okay.

-good girl. Let me hit you back later I gotta make some moves. Be good, Lil Mama 😚

-I will Daddy, TTYL 🥰

——————-

Later came around and sitting in her dorm watching Hulu was a drag. Brandy was busy doing her classmates' hair in the living room. She slept on and off and studied the entire day. After showering, Y/N put on a pair of panties and a band tee to get in bed to be even lazier. It was around 9:30 pm when she had just about enough. Not being wrapped around Erik had her going insane. Then, there was the fact that her mind replayed all of their nasty sex. She was sloppy wet. Y/N pulled her covers back, sitting up on her elbows, and spreading her legs to see her pussy. She fingered her folds to gather some of her wetness. Y/N brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked her essence off, and without a care, she started running circles into her clit.

She edged herself in that bed. Each time she was ready to cum, Y/N would stop. This always gave her the best orgasms. Erik’s name spilled from her mouth as her fingers rubbed and rubbed until she was cumming. She felt her sheets dampen under her ass from squirting. Y/N grabs her phone from her pillow, swiping left to pull up her camera. She put her flash on and started recording a video of her wet cum stained pussy. After that, she sent it off to Erik so he could see what he was missing right now

-Fucking really, Y/N?

-😛

-that little creamy pussy is soaked. You sample my pussy after you came Lil Mama?

-it was so tasty 😋

-Now I really gotta tear that ass up. Chilling with my friends and my dick hard.

-fuck me...

-drive over here right fucking now.

She was up out that bed real quick.

———————

Y/N pulled up in her leggings and a crop top and ugg slippers. She made it into Erik’s apartment building rapidly. The minute she knocked on that door one of Erik’s friends answered.

“Damn, shorty? Who you here to see?” He bit his lip at Y/N. She could hear talking in the back.

“Erik.” Y/N spoke softly.

“Okay, sweetie. Yo E!”

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him walk up to the door. She was craving him in all her holes. Her mouth, ass, and pussy were lonely and ready to be filled.

“Hey, E.”

“Who?” Erik asked while his friend watched. Y/N looked over at Erik’s friend then back at him with timid eyes.

“Don’t be shy, Lil Mama. What I say about all that shy shit? Now, what’s my name?”

“Daddy.” She blushed with embarrassment. Erik leaned forward, grabbing the side of Y/N’s neck softly to tongue her down briefly.

“Damn,” Erik’s friend clapped Erik on the back, “that’s my nigga, Erik.”

Both men allowed her to step inside and Y/N was surrounded by nothing but weed smoke and loud trap music. Roddy Ricch was playing from Erik’s beats Pill. There were at least seven guys there plus Erik included. Some smoking and drinking, Erik playing the game since he had a controller in his hand.

“Aye!” Erik yelled over the loud music, “this is Y/N.”

“Hi,” she waved shyly with a smile.”

They all said their hellos. Some lingering on her with interest while the others returned to whatever they were doing.

“Damn, you came by yourself? No friends for us?” The guy in question was rolling up some weed. He was tall and muscular with a full beard.

“Sorry, I just came to see my Daddy,” she placed her hand on Erik’s chest while he leaned down to wrap his arm around her waist. She was so small that he had to bend down to grab her. Some of his friends gave each other looks and she was sure they were going to ask Erik about how good Y/N’s pussy is. Erik has a way of affecting you without doing much except for existing. The evil glint in his eyes was enough to let his friends know that Y/N was his and only his.

“Here TJ,” Erik passes his controller over to whoever TJ was, “I’ll be back, gotta handle something with Lil Mama real quick.”

“Go handle that,” The friend that opened the door joked.

“Nigga shut the fuck up. I don’t need you talking on my behalf I got this.”

Y/N glanced at his friend. He could see the embarrassment on his face. He was a grown-ass man and he allowed Erik to shut him up. His homeboys joked in the background but something told Y/N that all of them knew not to fuck with Erik.

After Erik checked his friend, Erik kept his hand around Y/N’s waist as they walked to the back where his room was. The anticipation to fuck him was killing her. His fingertips stroked her spine at first but as soon as they walked past his doorway Erik seized the back of Y/N’s neck before slamming his door shut. The loud rap music vibrated his bedroom walls. Y/N turned around to look at Erik. Her terror-stricken face didn’t do anything to calm his rage. Erik folded his arms across his chest and widened his stance before he began to speak.

“You sent that video to get back at me or something?”

“No...” she spoke slowly.

“Nah, you had to because I sent you that picture of me holding my dick,” He narrows his eyes at her, “my dick is hard as a motherfucker right now.”

“Lemme see,” she went to grab his crotch but Erik smacked her hand away. Hard.

With an alarming look on her face, she stroked her sore hand. Erik didn’t seem to care about her pain. He was too busy worried about his hard dick.

“You owe me an apology.”

“Why?!” She didn’t understand why he was so damn upset about this.

“Because I told you I was busy-“

“You sent me that pic and I was a horny fucking mess, Erik. I had to make myself cum because of you. Don’t stand there and do that.”

“Y/N,” Erik closed his eyes, “Who the fuck is in charge? If I send you a pic, Lil Mama, I expect you to rub that pussy. Don’t send me shit back to turn me on when I’m with my boys. My dick is hard as fuck, Y/N, you don’t understand what I’m telling you? My-shit-is-hard.”

He grabbed his dick and Y/N wished it was her hand.

“So, I can’t send you nothing back without permission?” She asked with caution.

“Not when I’m around my niggas. My phone was out in the open, baby girl. What if they saw that puss? It’s mine. You got amnesia or something?”

Daddy, no. I didn’t think about that.” She fiddled with her fingers.

“Just shut the fuck up and come suck my dick,” Erik spoke hastily.

Erik started undoing his button and zipper. His jeans and briefs dropped down and around his ankles. His dick was so hard it poked straight out at her. Daddy was right. All that hard dick tucked away in his pants. She could understand his anger. That shit was probably pulsating and thumping like a heartbeat in his jeans. Y/N took long strides from where his bed was to get to his dick. She got down on her knees, grabbed his whopping erection, and guzzled that dick.

“Damn,” Erik hissed before letting out a deep moan, “Suck my dick, bitch. Suck me good.” Y/N was loving on Erik’s juicy meat each time she drew it into her mouth. Down in a squat and using only her mouth to suck his dick, Y/N started moving her hips to the music. She was enjoying herself why not dance a little? Erik lifted his shirt to rest under his chin and then he took both his hands to grab her face and fuck her mouth. Her head rocked back and the gagging she did was drowned out by the music. He was so big that he stabbed the back of her throat. She was losing her balance from how intense he fed her some dick.

“Fucking bitch.” He was vicious. Y/N was ready for him to cum because of his assault on her mouth. She smacked his thighs hard snapping Erik out of it so she could take a breath.

“D-Daddy,” Her throat felt raw, “I’m sorry, I really am, I can’t take it.”

“But you always take this dick like a good girl,” Erik rubbed the tip of his dick on her lips, “I think you know not to play with me like that again.”

Y/N nodded her head swiftly, “Yes, Daddy. Can I suck your dick again, please? I’m ready. I wanna swallow your cum, Daddy,” Y/N grabbed his dick and started planting delicate kisses along his shaft, “Pretty please, Daddy? then you can fuck my pussy,” She pats her pussy, “I want you inside me,” She whispered seductively.

“Fuck...Girl,” Erik grabbed his dick, “Here, just take it from me since you so damn greedy for this Daddy dick!”

“Thank you, Daddy,” She sucked him up damn near making her delirious.

“You really love sucking this Daddy dick, Lil Mama.”

Y/N focused all her love and affection on the tip of his pipe. Her tongue would flick the underside of his head while her lips twirled around it like she was sucking on a lollipop or a popsicle.

“Ohhhhh shit, get that shit, girl!”

The more she sucked the more Erik cheered her on. His member became thicker in her mouth and now she was drooling down her chin and her shirt.

“Fuck, Lil Mama, you making me cum,” His face scrunched up and after his dick pulsated in her mouth a few times Erik’s tasty cum oozed out the sides of her mouth. She couldn’t stop sucking his dick. Erik had to grab her hair and pull her mouth off to stop her. Y/N’s chin and neck was covered with the cum that spilled from her mouth. She tried putting him back in her mouth leading Erik to playfully slap her face.

“Stop it, girl. I want some pussy now.” Y/N raised her body from the floor. Erik started undressing her, yanking on her clothes with his thick fingers. Now that she was fully undressed, Erik lifts Y/N from the floor to wrap her legs around his waist. She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her cum covered face into his neck. Y/N breathed in his scent and kissed him with her wet lips.

“mmmm,” His dick smacked her in the pussy, “I can’t wait anymore I’m getting in this pussy.”

Using all his strength, Erik spread Y/N’s legs, using his hips to stretch her pussy open. He started rocking into her at a speedy pace like he was fucking her to the beat of the trap music. The drumming of his walls mixed with the way Y/N moaned was euphoria. Her moisture made squelching noises as it saturated Erik’s dick. She was so wet Erik’s dick kept slipping out. He was literally drenched from the tip of his dick to his balls. Her pussy sheathed his dick like a flesh-eating piranha.

“This phat pussy on you ain’t no joke, girl.”

Her ass and thighs ricocheted off of him as he pounded her pussy. Y/N couldn’t control her cries for more. The vision of Erik staring intently into her eyes as he took control of her body.

“Dayum, I feel that pussy gripping. I stay digging in yo’ shit don’t I?”

“YES! fuck-YES.”

Erik walked while still pumping his dick in Y/N until her back touched the bed. Erik pinned her down and stuffed her tight little pussy until it started talking back. That pussy was making a lot of noise whenever Erik dropped all that dick, balls deep, in that pussy. Erik watched the way he pounded her wetness.

“Damn, that’s a beautiful pink pussy. It makes me wanna eat it for hours.”

“Please do Daddy- OH FUCK!” Her eyes rolled back, “I love Daddy dick!”

“Daddy fucking this pussy, girl. I gotchu. You getting this pussy fucked.”

He was so calm with his words but that dick was a monster. Y/N gladly gave her pussy up.

“Take as much dick as you want, Lil Mama. Let Daddy make that pussy feel good. Let Daddy eat that pussy and ass. Let Daddy finger that pussy anywhere-”

“BAYBEEEEEE!!!!!”

She yelled at the top of her lungs while cumming on Erik’s dick. They both hadn’t noticed that the music stopped playing. Her moans and the sound of their skin slapping seeped through those thin walls. Erik didn’t give two fucks at that point. His only care was to make Y/N’s pussy cum so she could squeeze his thick dick and milk him dry.

“Open that pussy baby, I’m so close,” Erik whispered. Her weak legs went up and over his shoulder. Y/N’s sweet voice and soft moans in his ear weakened him further. his balls were so tight and ready to empty all his cum. Erik sucked on her nipples while he stroked. He was pulling on her clit with his veiny shaft.

“Yes,” Erik started looking distressed in the face. He reached his hand out to grab her neck provoking Y/N to grab his neck in return. Erik was defeated when her little hand wrapped around his neck. The feeling of her warm fingers and coffin-shaped nails sinking into the skin on the back of his neck made Erik shoot his load in spurts. Each time he pumped a thick stream of cum would erupt from his slit.

“Cum for me, Daddy.”

Erik slipped out of her slowly, grunting when he saw his cum drip from her pussy and onto his bed. Y/N kept her legs wide open and killed him with those big innocent eyes.

“All that wet ass pussy.”

She bit her lip while her hips moved in slow circles.

“You ain’t bring no clothes did you?”

She smiles, “I did, and my books.”

“Hmm,” Erik looked at her pussy again, “Give me your fucking keys so I can get your stuff. Take a shower and sleep naked for some more dick. I’m getting rid of these niggas.”

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Want Me to Want you

dewey finn x reader

bonjour all!!! here is a lil smutty drabble i completed today! it’s just about Dewey desperate to get home to his girl after a long week at work. I’ve just tagged the usual’s so i hope yous don’t mind!! i hardly read over this again so apologise if there are a ton of mistakes lmao, hope you enjoy!! lotsa love xx

warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex

picture not mine

Friday at last. One of the longest weeks of his life. Dewey sighed relief as he closed up the after school music hub he ran for the kids. As he was locking the door his phone dinged. Slowly turning the key in the lock he pulled out his phone to see an iMessage notification from his girl, y/n. He took the key from the door and stuffed it in his pocket as he opened the message, revealing a photo. He felt heat rise within him as he stared at the image you had sent him. You had been sitting on your knees in front of a mirror, brand new set of lingerie on with a faint red light in the background coming from the rock salt lamp he had bought you. Dewey had to stop himself from letting out a low groan. He could already feel the tent rising in his jeans, shifting himself on the spot uncomfortably. He scrolled down which brought up the second image you had sent, with the most amazing view of your ass in the mirror, the lacey black thong making Dewey squirm on the spot. The caption read “you on your way? I’m waiting for ya;) x”. Dewey licked his lips, replying with a speed. “you fucking tease, I’ll be there in 10” smirking.

He almost sprinted to the car, his eyes shifting to make sure no one was around to see him fix himself through his trousers, pulling at the fabric, “y/n you’re killing me man” he pained. As he scrambled to get the car key from his pocket, he dropped them in the rush “fuck” he cursed as he picked them up, thrusting the key into the lock and twisting it. He jumped into the car and slammed the door shut, starting the ignition.

All he needed was a few miles to get him to you he thought as he looked at the tank gauge. He had just over half, well more than enough. As he started to drive, the radio cracked on. All he needed was three songs to get him across town to you. The first song he heard was Harlem Shuffle by the Rolling Stones. A fucking classic and one of his favourites.

As he impatiently waited at the red light, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your body on his mind. Running his hands up your thighs, squeezing, as his lips worked rhythmically on yours, whispering in your ear you are mine… green light, foot on the floor. Go.

The setting sun cast a warm glow in Dewey’s van. Illuminating his eyes and hair. He knew the glow would radiate the bedroom and if he gets there on time it would shimmer along your skin. Glistening as he ran his hands all over you, guiding you. Fuck he was almost sweating. Almost there.

He hurriedly pulled up outside your apartment building, the van’s breaks screeching. He was impressed that he didn’t get pulled over for speeding. He hastily fell out the car and shoved open the complex door, darting up the stairs. All he could think was you and that fucking lingerie. He needed you. He needed you bad.

His knuckles rapped the door harshly, his head spinning. You slowly opened the door, wearing very, very little, but a smile on your face, paired with the most captivating bedroom eyes. Dewey cursed “fuck” as his eyes roamed your body. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, his hands instantly around your waist, his lips capturing yours. He kicked off his shoes and started leading you towards the bedroom, not taking his hands, or lips off of you. “welcome.. back… babe” you managed to squeeze in in-between kisses. Dewey groaned “your hair.. needs to.. come down” he replied. You giggled, reaching for your bobble and pulling it out, shaking you head to make it fall down. Dewey’s hand went straight to the back of your head, and ran his fingers through your hair.

“did you miss me?” you teased as you looked at him, smirking. “you have no fucking idea” he replied, pushing you down on to the bed.

He was right. The sun made your skin glimmer in the warm, sunset light, seeping through the window. He quickly undone his jeans, kicking them off before joining you. He crawled up, in between your legs, running his hands up your thighs, soft and smooth, until he got to that black, lace thong. “fuck y/n you’re so beautiful”. You giggled lightly, enjoying the praise.

Dewey was above you now, you ran your hands through his messy, worked-all-week hair, knowing he needed some release from his stressful week. He smiled down at you. “you have no idea what you do to me” he spoke, low and dark. But his eyes were lit up, sparkling in the light. There was nothing but love and lust in those eyes. His hands ran up to your ribs, softly,

You pulled him into kiss you, “show me then” you teased. “yes ma’am” he replies, smirking into the kiss. He moved his hand to your bra strap, as you arched your back, and unhooked it “we won’t be needing this”. You pulled up and off his Black Sabbath t-shirt, “or this” you replied. Dewey smiled and leaned down to kiss you again.

He ran his hand over your breast, lightly nipping your nipple, which elicits a deep moan from you. Dewey smirks, moving his mouth, kissing and nibbling on your neck. “missed this so much” he almost whispers into you. It had been a long week, especially since you hadn’t been able to see one another.

He moves his hand down further, snapping the waist band of your panties against your skin. You squirm underneath him, needing him as much as he needed you. He rubbed your clit a few times over the wet fabric. “so good baby” he cooed as he kissed you again. Dewey then moves your panties to the side and glides his thumb over your entrance, before slowly sliding his finger in. “ugh.. Dewey yes”.

Dewey could feel his cock twitch in his boxers, impatiently waiting. Continuing to kiss you, he moved his finger a few times before adding another one, curling them inside of you. Moaning into him you ran your hand along his back, lightly dragging your nails, the heat inside of you building “fuck, yes.. uhh”. The moaning was music to his ears. What he had been waiting to hear all week.

Once you were ready enough he removed his fingers, you already feeling empty, but not for long. Dewey pushed down his boxers and let his cock free, springing up and hitting his abdomen. He used his hand to pump it a few times, leaning back down to kiss you. You took over. Removing his hand and using your own to stroke him up and down, jerking slightly. “ugh, that feels so good babe.. I’ve missed you so much” he praised before kissing you again. “you ready?” you looked at him, he nodded eagerly and sat up slightly, lining himself up against you. He moved your panties over again before slowly beginning to push himself into you, groaning as he does so “fuck y/n.. you’re so tight”. You moaned, adjusting yourself to his size, filling you up.

“that’s me pretty much all in babe”. You nodded and pulled him down to you, kissing him as he slowly began to rock his hips, pulling out then pushing all the way back in. “faster dew…” you breathlessly ordered him. Dewey moved himself at a faster pace. Running his hands over your body, leaving bite marks down your neck. You clenched around him, causing more friction for you both, moaning in harmony.

“ba-babe turn around..” Dewey pleaded. You kissed him once more before he pulled out quickly, using his hands to guide you as you turned around, letting him take you from behind. You quickly put yourself in the doggy style position, pushing your top half down on to the bed. Dewey got up onto his knees and wasted no time thrusting himself back into you, smacking your ass, making you moan in pleasure.

He closed his eyes in gratification as you grinded back against him, his hands placed on your ass, squeezing. “holy fuck.. uhh such a good girl” he glorified. You could feel the familiar tightening of your abdomen and you knew you were close, and Dewey could feel you begin to clench around him. He pushed you hardly against his dick, long and deep thrusts, helping you to climax. “fuck dew.. i-im cumming” you moaned. Dewey was just as close “m-me too babe”. As the words left his mouth he felt you flutter around him which pushed him over the edge, both of your breathing ragged and yous reached your high, as Dewey filled you up.

He pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you, panting. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds, regaining your breathes. You looked over at him. The sunlight dancing on his skin, illuminating his eyes. He looked back at you, smiling “I missed you this week”. “yeah I can tell” you tease as you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He reciprocates and runs his hand down your waist and lightly squeezes your ass, then kisses you as you giggle. Finally he had his girl in his arms.

“I love you so much”.

tags: @thewolfisapartofmysoul @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @missihart23 @little-miss-shy-goth @large-unit @demonwifey

#dewey finn #dewey finn x reader #school of rock #Alex Brightman #Beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical

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weartirondad · 5 years

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Let In Light (At Christmas Time) 10/12

A/N: Lil late, lil messy but it’s 2am so here have some semi-angsty post-nightmare comfort and stargazing

FF.net I ao3 I masterpost

Saturday, December 22nd: bundling up

Peter’s lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, whole body rigid.

His heartbeat still hasn’t completely calmed down. He feels the fist-sized organ thumping loudly in his chest two times a second and he’s holding his breath so he doesn’t hyperventilate but it only enhances the panic sitting in his rib cage until his lips break open in a silent beg for air.

He prays for peace, for quiet, for anything but this.

Tears are running down his face and he’s too shaken to wipe them away, still not completely back in control over his body.

He just wants –

Aunt May or Mister Stark.

But Aunt May is at home, probably sleeping tightly and enjoying her weekend off, and Mister Stark – Mister Stark doesn’t sleep all that much but he does when Miss Potts is around and Miss Potts is finally back from her business trip and he knows how much his mentor has been looking forward to it and –

He gasps for air when his spiraling thoughts become too much to handle.

Point is, he can’t wake up the man just because he’s had a nightmare. He’s not five anymore, running to his aunt and uncle when the demons in his head got too real. He’s sixteen and, more importantly, a superhero he should be able to handle these episodes.

It’s just – It felt so real.

The pictures won’t leave him, they haunt him, taunt him, mock him with chilling voices that make his Spidey sense tingle and the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Shadows chasing him, trying to get his mask, trying to take his most valued possession from him. He won’t let them.

The empty room, the screen, Mister Stark and the kid. Who’s he? Why’s he there?

The girl with the curls, the green- eyed snake.

The mirror.

Paralyzed.

Piano music.

What?

The sudden shift in his room is enough for him to rip his eyes open and fall back into reality. His mind stumbles, trying to discern between what’s real and what isn’t but he clings to the soothing sounds. Those were not in his dream, those are real. Real and steady.

There’s something familiar about them, too, he realizes when he forces all conscious thought on the song playing instead of on the bright green eyes in his head. It’s a song Mister Stark always plays when he wants to relax. Something Italian, he thinks.

His senses are dialed up. They always are after a nightmare. It’s why he doesn’t flinch when there’s a soft rap on his door because he has heard his mentor approach, muffled footsteps shuffling closer filed away mentally because they’re not a threat.

“Hey squirt, you up?”

Peter grunts in reply but it’s all the older man needs before he slips into the room and quietly shuts the door behind him.

The room feels different with another person in there with him. The air isn’t as stifling and he doesn’t feel as cold. There’s a different heartbeat and breathing pattern to focus on to take his mind off his own raised vitals.

His mattress moves when the superhero sits down on the bed, joints creaking with the motion, and the teenager scoots over to make room for him. A part of him settles when the other man does.

“Nightmare?” – “Mmph.”

“Panic attack?” – He shakes his head, then changes it to a shrug midway through. “Mmph.”

“Can I touch you?” – “Mmh,” he nods, glad when a hand comes to rest on his sternum heavily, grounding him in the moment.

This is real, he keeps telling himself. But it’s hard. The thought is slipping away more often than he can hold onto it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” – “Mmph.”

“Should you talk about it?” – “Mmh,” he shrugs. Probably. Maybe? It’s just a dream.

“Was scary,” Peter says eventually, hand reaching out, flailing a little until another takes a hold of it. “Was running and,” he shudders, “Killed a snake. Bit me. Couldn’t move.”

For a moment the soft piano music and their breathings are the only sounds in the room. Mister Stark keeps rubbing soothing circles on his chest, making the panic in there loosen a little. It’s not quite enough for it to completely disappear but it makes it easier to breathe anyway.

When his mentor speaks again, his voice his heavy with emotion he doesn’t have to articulate to be understood. They’re evident in his tones and sub tones and the way he hasn’t stopped the calming motion once.

“But you can move now, right? You’re fine. I’ve got you. I’ll always protect you.”

“Not you.” The snake said that. But the snake isn’t real whereas Mister Stark is. His body is warm and solid and here. The snake is just a figment of his imagination. A very terrifying figment but in his head nonetheless.

“Promise?” His weak whisper is barely audible in the big room but somehow the other man hears it and for the fraction of a second puts more pressure on his chest.

“Always, kid.”

He’s my kid.

The dream Mister Stark had his arm wrapped around someone else. Not you, not you, not you.

But his Mister Stark is sitting on his bedside, foregoing his own sleep to talk him down from a nightmare. He cares about Peter.

Always, kid.

God. Why is this so fucking hard? Why is he always falling back into the warped up dream version of things? Why can’t he stay in the moment? Why is he still scared? Why is he always scared?

“Hey, hey,” Mister Stark’s hand covers his ever so gently, “No pinching yourself till you bleed on my watch again. I promised May, didn’t I?”

I’ll always protect you. Not you. Always, kid. Not you. I’ve got you. Not you, not you, not you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“This isn’t working.”

The words have Peter’s thoughts screeching to a halt. He wants to scream and kick but all that falls from his lips is a pathetic, pleading whimper. Does Mister Stark have enough of babying him all the time? Has his patience finally run thin?

The billionaire pulls his blanket back and him into an upright position, grunting when he has to move Peter’s dead weight because they boy doesn’t help the movement at all. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, just holds him up and wraps a blanket around his shoulders before pushing both of them off the bed and into a standing position.

Somewhere along the way, Peter’s neurons start firing again and he’s almost able to stand on his own feet, thankful that his mentor is keeping a secure arm around his shoulders.

Always, kid.

He stumbles over his feet a few times before they reach the door but he doesn’t question where they going once. It’s a relief to be moving at all. Anywhere to get away from his bed, away from the nightmares, away from the snake.

“You up for your first lesson in stargazing?”

“Huh?” Peter blinks up tiredly, burrowing deeper into the embrace when the man pulls him impossibly closer.

“Tony,” a different voice – female, Pepper – comes from somewhere – left, hallway to the master bedroom – sounding weirdly muffled in his ears – his head is pressed into Mister Stark’s chest, oh. “You can’t take him to the roof like that!”

They talk for a little after that, although Peter can’t say how long for. He just zaps out after his mind has identified the rough parameters and instead concentrates on Mister Stark’s heartbeat that is much better than the 60bpm piano music because he can feel his chest vibrating with the force of life behind every pulse.

He only looks up blearily when someone wraps another blanket around his shoulders and slips a warm bobble hat on his head.

“Do you need anything else? Jacket? Gloves? Scarf?”

“No, mom. We’re all bundled up. We won’t be long anyway.” Mister Stark sounds amused and relaxed. Peter likes it when he sounds like that and his lips curl up in something akin to a smile, too.

“Okay,” Pepper sounds a little stressed but her hands on his cheeks are reassuring and warm when she drops a kiss to his forehead, “Take good care of him and have F.R.I.D.A.Y. call me if you need anything. I love you both.”

Oh. Miss Potts loves him, too? That’s nice, right? It sounds nice. He likes the sound of her voice when she smiles so he whispers a quiet thanks because it feels right and promptly is being pulled tighter by Mister Stark. He must’ve done something right then, he figures.

His tired, shaken thoughts only pick up on their conversation when they’re already in the elevator.

“Stargazing?”

“Yeah, stargazing,” Mister Stark smiles, “It usually helps me focus after a nightmare. Jarvis taught me how to find the North Star when I was a kid and then Rhodey told me some more cool stuff when we met. The consistency of it makes me feel safe even after everything.”

Consistency. That sounds nice, too. He nods in understanding. “North Star ‘s the guidin’ star?”

The elevator stops and they step out on the roof, the chilly December air hitting the parts of him that aren’t covered. It helps wake him up and clears his mind, still he buries himself as deep into the hug with Mister Stark as he can, not wanting to lose the comfort the other man is providing.

“It is, it’ll always lead you back home.”

He squeezes his shoulder as he leads him a little closer to the edge – but not close enough they might fall – and there’s a lot more being said between the lines but they’re both too tired and feeling too raw to say it out loud.

“How do I find it?” he wants to know, craning his head so he can look up at the sky.

As his mentor explains the Big Dipper to him he feels his apathy give way to the buzzing that always accompanies learning something new. It’s just a fraction of the feeling that usually takes over his body but it’s enough to break his mind out of its loop and follow the descriptions and explanations eagerly.

“So if that,” he points to the sky with his hand tightly wrapped into the corner of the blanket, “is Ursa Major then that’s the bowl and –“ he pauses and frowns up at the other man who’s watching him fondly. He’s sure Mister Stark already said it but he can’t remember. “In which direction do I follow the pointers?”

Instead of being annoyed, Mister Stark wraps his hand securely around his wrist and moves him the right way. “In winter you have to go to the left.” He stops the motion when Peter’s index finger is pointing to a bright star above them.

The teenager is barely listening when his mentor is listing where to point in summer, spring and autumn, too transfixed on the brightly shining star that seems to be twinkling down at him, telling him that it would be okay.

Always, kid.

“Any ideas on how to figure out the latitude once you found Polaris?”

He grins when the answer presents itself easily, a sign of his mind finding its way back to him. It’s trigonometry, simplest math.

“The altitude of it above the horizon should equal the latitude.”

“Pretty cool, right?”

Peter smiles, sinking back into his mentor’s embrace. He’s tired again but not the same tired he was before. This tired is sleepily at peace not exhausted from a nightmare.

“’s very cool,” he mumbles, “’D you ever need ‘t?”

The admission comes hesitantly and quietly. “I did.”

The promise that follows is neither. It’s confident and strong. “I’ll make sure you’ll never do, though. I will always have your back and I will always bring you home.”

Home.

Peter smiles.

Not an empty room and daunting hallway with green-eyed snakes.

Home.

#12fluffydaysofchristmas2018 #12fluffydaysofchristmas #irondad #irondad fic #iron dad #iron dad fic #tony stark #peter parker #pepper potts #christmas #christmas fluff #josis fic #let in light (at christmas time)

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lovemecharlie · 6 years

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Day of the White Herb

Every morning on February 9th, upon his wake, Erik would take off from his princely duties and get up at sunrise to summon his 9 live-in wives into the large kitchen. One by one, they'd drop to their knees in observance of the day affectionately coined as the Day of the White Herb. This an annual holiday of the house like Thanksgiving. It was also Erik's birthday, his favorite day. The morning activities were only the kick-off and boy was he excited.

"Happy birthday big nigga," Henny smiled up from the ground. She was the first wife and the first to have her throat stretched. "You wore a ponytail. Good girl, you know Daddy like to pull hair while he getting that neck." In front of the island centered in the kitchen, Henny gripped Erik's thighs and threw her head back and forth on and off Erik's length while her hair wrapped tightly around his thick hand. Her wedding ring gleamed like the saliva dripping sloppily down her chin. "Suck that off my dick right quick," he said with tug. "There you go, princess." They shared a brief wet kiss before Erik stood to plop his dick against the lips of his second wife.

"Knock knock," he said sliding between Aly'sha's soft lips. She took him down easily as he angled his dick down her throat. Her sisters could see the bulge in her neck as his hips moved and he held onto the back of her head. He was enjoying himself and she was showing off, glyucking her little heart away. Aly'sha gasped loudly as her throat emptied and Erik's lips met hers passionately, drool transferring to his beard which he wiped before moving to wife number three. "Don't wipe my shit, nigga," Aly'sha barked. Erik scoffed. "Not everybody wants to taste yo baby drool.. lil one," Erik side-eyed, leaving her to pout.

"My lil rebel. What you wanna do for daddy?" His eyes refocused on Ryley and she was sitting patiently. "Why she get a choice," Henny cut in, "You ain't give no one else a choice." "Cuz it's my party and I'll throatfuck who I want to. Ryley, what you wanna do?" Ryley looked at her sisters and back to Erik. "I wanna... hm. I wanna fuck on the counter but I want it to be covered in hundred dollar bills." "Bitch, is it YOUR birthday," Henny snapped good naturedly. She wanted to see it happen herself. Instantly, she jumped up and ran to retrieve a thousand of her own money and few thousand from Erik's stash. Charlie rushed to follow suit bringing back a thousand in hundreds. "You ain't exactly covered, but then again it ain't your birthday," Charlie said throwing hundreds as her sisterwife got dicked down on the kitchen island. Josephine picked the hundreds up from the floor and threw them again and again. The room cheered as Ryley threw her ass back against the birthday boy, her rhythm only faltering when she was ready to cum. "Good girl, baby, cum on Daddy dick," he whispered in her ear and it was her undoing. She slid back down to her knees and his dick entered the her space again, tapping heavily at her bottom lip. "Now suck it off," he ordered, watching as she cleaned off all traces of her own juices.

"Ngelosi, bring ya ass." It was all he needed to say for Angel to find her place again and drop down to her knees, her mouth opening wide. "Oh you ready, huh?" He stood back admiring her graceful submissiveness before stepping forward again to ram his dick down her throat. "Don't be an angel on this dick, take that muhfukka," he grinned watching her slurp his dick, gagging sounds gracing his pointy ears. "That's right baby. That's fuckin right, no manners on this dick. No fuckin manners." Retrieving his dick, he slapped her lips with it repeatedly before bending to kiss her on her forehead and then her lips. "Happy birthday, my love," she smiled causing him to spoil her with more kisses. "My angel," he murmured before pointing his erection at the next wife, Homie.

"Your turn, thiccums. Eyes on me, and keep that tongue out. Hold her head, Angel." Unlike the previous wives, his Homie struggled a bit, patting his thigh for a bit of air. It didn't make Erik ease up in the least. "Kiss my nuts for my birthday," he ordered and she leaned in happy to oblige. "Good girl," he crooned before moving to Charlie.

"Happy birthday, Daka!" Charlie grinned, her excitement lighting Erik's eyes causing them to crease in quiet joy. "Thank you baby. You put ya hair all up in a bun for me. You know what Daddy like too, don't you. Come here, gimme that throat." Charlie's mouth became a cyclone as she used her hands to twist on his base. He bit his lip as the others watched on. "Mm, suck my shit," he moaned pushing himself further. "Aight... AIGHT chill," he fussed withdrawing his heavy dick. "Greedy ass, save some for Kimora. Come on Killa, got ya titties all out today, no shirt.. Damn. Get you a lil bit."

"I want more than a lil bit," Kimora clarified with a long and slow lick down his shaft. She sucked on the sensitive head of his penis until he pushed her away. Grabbing him back, she dove onto him and used her lips to suction again, like a leech. She was going in for the kill. "We'll finish this later," he promised, pulling her head back to meet her lips with a heavy kiss. He pushed her backward to deter her from grabbing him again.

"Coward. You finish now and we'll watch," Josephine attempted to hypnotize Erik with her eyes, but he plunged into her warm, wet mouth and clapped his hands over her peepers. "Gotta be quicker than that," he grunted pumping his hips into her face. Her head began to bobble like a bobblehead and he quickly jumped back before he could nut.

"Last but not lea-" "Happy birthday, Daddy," Bastion interjected excited for his big day. She wore a headband with a tall Happy Birthday cutout. His smile beamed. He was truly happy. "Thank you little one. You know the drill, finish Daddy off." She sucked on the sensitive head, swiping her tongue on the under-vein before swallowing him like the others had done. She could tell he'd been trying not to nut all the way to this point, but now it was time to let loose.

"Get the bowl," he instructed to no one in particular. Charlie leaped to grab the mixing bowl. She knew the drill by now, she was always the one to grab the bowl. It was tradition. She held the bowl under him and he released a mighty amount of his white seed into it, signaling for the group to stand to their feet.

"Make it pineapple, no, passion fruit with strawberry whip," Charlie yelled. "Works for me," Homie joined in.

"Or just ice cream instead," Ryley added with a frown. "No. Cake. But all those flavors are a stomachache. Just do regular pound cake," Hennessy replied. Aly'sha and Bast nodded.

"Chocolate cake," Angel interjected. "Yeah, because we chocolate," Kimora added. "Josephine, you know what to do," Erik said stepping back with his hands raised, resigned. Every year was the same squabble. Besides, Angel had already baked his cake, a red velvet with cream cheese icing, no cum. This new cummy cake was strictly for the wives. Josephine waved her hands over the bowl of jizz and it turned into a beautiful fluffy batter.

"Here you go Angel, pop this in the often," Josephine grinned suspiciously and Charlie surrendered the bowl with a side-eye.

"Passionfruit?" Charlie mouthed, but Josephine shrugged. "What flavor did you make it," Bast asked looking into the oven.

"Wait and see," Josephine grinned, running from the room to go upstairs. Erik was the next to go and the rest of the wives eventually dispersed. Fourty minutes later, the house reconvened in the kitchen, each person curious of this year's cake flavor. Last year, it was coffee cake.

After a last glance at Josephine, Angel checked the oven. Instantly she stood with a hand on her hip and shook her head. "Leave it to Josephine to pick the thing hardly no one likes."

"Fight me, woman!"Josephine grabbed the oven mit and pulled out what turned out to be a pecan pie. Erik's hard laugh along with the annoyed groans of the sisterwives filled the air.

"I'll eat it!" Charlie shouted as Josephine waved a hand to cool it off enough to eat. Cutting a slice, Charlie could still see pockets of thick preserved cum. "Eww.. Josephine! What the hell?"

"What!" Josephine took a healthy bite of the creamy slice. "It's good eatin!"

The End

@hennessychiron @thehomiekillmonger @wyldjuan @itsangeludaku @bastioncarterstevens-udaku @alyshastevens-udaku @poosypoosy @itskimorafireudaku

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tales-from-the-watchpoint · 6 years

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Junkers (seperate if you want) x smol female reader who killed the queen and the junkers don't beleive it until she shows proof (like her head)

i have almost no memory of what “smol” means so i just went with physically small. may constitute a sequel. idk

Two months after he’dmoved in, JUNKRAT had installed a doorbell of sorts on ROADHOG’S front door.Since they were out in the sticks of the scorched Australian desert, it didn’tget much use, but it kept the little maniac happy and he got a kick out of itwhenever it did ring- a crude recording of Fawkes’ own phlegmy, hyena-likecackle.

After the first fewweeks, he got used to Junkrat pressing it for fun, echoing the sound with hisown laughter. So when it rang, sometime between three and four in the morning,Mako let out a groan from deep in his chest, readjusted his blanket, and rolledover to go back to sleep.

But it kept ringing-and, unusually, he didn’t hear Fawkes laughing. Finally, he kicked off thecovers and shuffled over to the door, reaching out blindly to find his gas mask-there was only one person who knew what his face looked like and was also stillliving, and he was curled up in a gangly, skinny ball, mumbling to himself inhis sleep.

Mako opened the door acrack, peering out to see if it was a junker scrounging about for scrap- orworse, one of the Queen’s lackeys. Instead, he saw nothing but empty air, thedarkness of the Australian sky stretched out before him.

Then he heard someoneclear their throat.

“Hey… I’m down here.”they said, sounding annoyed.

Mako grunted, loweringhis gaze to meet the eyes of one of the smallest women he’d ever seen.

“Hi.” She said. “Icome with good news, and a present.”

“Hmmm? Whazzit…?….Roadie…?” Junkrat mumbled, rolling off his perch on the couch and landingwith an unceremonious thud.

“No solicitors.”Roadhog said, moving to slam the door shut.

The door stopped a fewinches short of closing, and was then pried back open to show the girl’s faceagain, now irritated. The muscles in her arms strained to hold the door open.

“I’m not selling.” Shegrit out. “The Queen is dead.”

At this, Mako abruptlylet go of the door, sending the girl stumbling into the house. He noticed thenthat she was holding a sack of some kind, lousy with the familiar smell ofdeath. In addition, bits of gore splattered the clothes that she wore. Wherehad she come from?

By the time the girlhad righted herself, Junkrat was halfway to his feet, wrinkling his nose at theuninvited smell.

“Hoo… did a rat get inagain?” he asked without thinking, then realized what he said. “I mean… ‘asidesfrom me.”

He was answered by thewoman dropping her sack on the floor, the fabric falling away to reveal a facethey all knew very well, eyes stuck open with a vacant stare.

“Is that…?” Junkratstared at the head, then at the girl, agape.

She didn’t answer,arms crossed tightly across her chest. Eventually, he put two and two togetherand rushed towards her, sweeping her into a tight hug with his bony arms.

“You crazy lil’ Sheila,you really did it!” He shouted happily, squeezing her tighter despite herannoyance. “The Queen is dead! The Queen is dead!”

Roadhog, in contrast,was markedly calmer than his companion. “Who are you?” he asked.

From within Jamie’svice grip, the woman scowled. “…[Name].” She said after a long silence. “Heardyou two wanted her dead, and were willing to pay.”

“Yesyesyes!” Jamiesaid, nodding like a bobble head. “But first! Tea.”

“…What?”

—

“So how’d you do it?” Junkratasked, practically vibrating in his seat. “Shaped explosive in the throne?Booby trapped cart of booty?! Grenade tothe face?!”

[Name] stared at him,pausing over the mug of tea Roadhog had given her. “…I used a gun.” She saidsimply.

Junkrat deflated,poking despondently at his own mug. “That’s boring,though!” he whined, pouting. “Whatta lack of imagination behind that prettyface- and here I was thinking we were gonna be the best of friends!”

“… I’m sorry.” [Name]said incredulously. “I was gonna be polite, but now I’m getting impatient.Where’s my money?”

She looked to Roadhog,who stared back through the empty sockets of his gas mask. Then she turned toJunkrat, who squirmed in his seat.

“Well’m… you see. Ah…”Jamison licked his lips nervously, the cogs in his mind rotating at about amillion kilometers an hour.

“I can’t believethis.” [Name] said, her face collapsing into her palms. “You goddamn drongoes lied about the reward, didn’t you?”

Junkrat looked toRoadhog for help, but Mako didn’t see the point in lying. He simply noddedsilently.

[Name] scowled, kickingover her chair as she stood up. “Goddammit!” she shouted. “Knew I couldn’ttrust a couple’a traitors like you! What am I gonna do now? I can’t go back toJunkertown- because- because-“

She yelled wordlessly,punching the table with as much strength as she could muster. While Junkratshrank back in fear, Mako sat impassively, letting her vent. She threaded herfingers through her hair and pulled, gritting her teeth.

“You- I- you fucking- aagggh!” She stormed over toJamison’s lab- a disorderly pile of half-finished projects, and kicked it withthe steel toe of her boot. Then, she stomped on the closest thing, whichhappened to be a deactivated mine.

“Hey, hey heyheyheyheyheyhey!” Junkrat exclaimed, suddenly leaping up from his spot to pryher off his precious invention. “That’s hardly sporting now, is it? We- me andMako here-“ he turned to Mako, grinning cautiously. Mako stared at him throughhis mask, breathing heavily. Junkrat let out a choked, nervous sound, andturned back to [Name]. “We can work out a new deal, see? If ya can’t go back toJunkertown- I mean why wouldja that place is such a…” he paused, noticing that[Name] was still glaring, getting ready to start hitting.

He cleared his throat.“What I mean to be sayin’ is… you can stay with us!”

[Name] stared at himwith a combination of anger and disbelief. “…Seriously?”

Junkrat nodded, hishead bobbing like a loose spring. “Yes! Yesyesyes! We’ll be like one lovelylil’ family, committing crimes n’ all those things families do. A… acrime-family. Crime-ily.”

“Shut up.” Roadhog finally said, clapping ahand on Junkrat’s shoulder and pulling him back.

Despite all this,[Name] appeared to be seriously thinking it over. She rested her chin in herhand, the other on her hip. Finally, she threw her hands up in the air indefeat.

“What have I got tolose?” she said, more to herself. “I’ve seen your heists. Maybe I can earn myreward on my own.”

Junkrat practicallybeamed, wrapping her into a full-body hug with his spindly limbs. “YAAAY!” heshouted. “New partner in crime!” He squeezed her tighter, and despite the punchin the face that Roadhog was expecting to occur, [Name] took the assaultwithout resistance, even saw the corners of her mouth turning up slightly. “Now,nownownow. If you ever need to charge us interest, I’ll pay that lot off incuddles, a’ight?”

Under his mask,Roadhog sighed. Things were about to get a lot more interesting.

#overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #jamison fawkes #junkrat #roadhog #sfw #mako rutledge #overwatch

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jamespottervevo · 7 years

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The One With The Party

St. Albus’s Series / Modern Muggle AU

This is the fourth installment of the St. Albus’s series. The series is made up of snippets and may not be posted in chronological order because I am garbage. Eventually I’ll get around to numbering them as I post more. (events directly predate “the one with the phone call,” and follow those of “the one with the new school” and “the one with the crushing.” also tagging @snapslikethis because linds once talked to me about this verse and I am desperate for attention)

tw for homophobic slur and canon compliant racism

3.4k | ffnet | ao3 | installments 1, 2, 3 |

Lily presses a cold rag against Sev’s swollen eye, brows furrowed. He won’t tell her why he was in a fight, only that it was Potter and his gang. She doesn’t know them too well, only Remus, who she can’t possibly imagine doing this, and Peter, who is too mousy to even raise his hand in class.

He’s got a nasty scratch on his cheek and his sallow, olive skin is mottled purple around his already dark eye and so she just tries to get some of the swelling to go down, apologizing each time she presses the rag too hard and feels him flinch.

She wants to believe Sev, in nearly the year they’ve been friends, he’s not lied to her, not that she knows of, at least. But she’s still having trouble wrapping her head around his flimsy story. At least until she sees the four boys the next day.

Potter’s sporting a black eye to mirror Sev’s, and his nose is swollen as if it were punched, hard. Remus’s lower lip looks swollen and she sees a bruise peeking out from under his collar. Pettigrew seems to have escaped with the least amount of injuries, only a small bruise on his temple, but Black is another story. A black eye, a cut lip, and marks ringing his neck that look all too much like fingers. Sev couldn’t have possibly done all that…

And maybe she could have let herself believe his story, but she sees a few boys from Stevens, Sev’s house, all a year older, bearing similar marks of a scuffle. And when all nine boys are called down to McGonagall’s office, she tries to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest.

As soon as Lily sinks down at the table, setting down her tray, Mary’s off like a shot. Elbows on the table, head tipped forward, hair tucked behind her ears. The gossip pose. “So, have you heard about what happened?” She asks, conspiratorial. Dorcas slides in next to Lily and quirks a brow.

“Gossip? This early in the afternoon?”

Mary flicks a pea at her from across the table. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know what happened. A bunch of blokes from Stevens got into it with James’s lot out behind the building yesterday.” Dorcas’s eyes widen and Mary nods and Lily scowls, stabbing violently at her chicken breast.

“Sev told me about it yesterday,” she begins, though as soon as his name passes her lips her mates faces’ darken, “said that Potter’s groupies ganged up on him.” She knows, of course she knows, that it sounds like a lie. And maybe it is. But Sev isn’t a bad person. He wouldn’t lie to her, would he? After all, she’s seen the way Potter acts.

Dorcas frowns, leaning back. “Lils, sweetheart.” She reaches out to pat her arm, as if offering her condolences. But they don’t know Sev. He’s not a bad person.

Mary’s already steamrolling forward, eyes lit up. “I heard it was about the convocation. Black’s got a brother, you know. He goes to Riddle, least he did. Maybe he’ll get pulled out and sent here after what happened.”

Dorcas shifts on the bench, cocking her head to the side, her hand still on Lily’s arm. “Black’s got a brother? Wonder why they went to separate schools. Sirius and I aren’t, like, friends, but friendly enough to know he’s got a brother,” she says, her lips pursing as Mary continues to nod, bobble headed and eager.

The conversation grates at Lily, all but in one ear and out the other. She loves her girls, really, she does, but sitting there, listening to them go on and on about the fight and Sirius’s brother- Reggie or something awful- it’s a reminder of Sev and the fact that he… well, she isn’t quite sure what he had done, but he had done something. Lied, maybe. Gotten into a fight, definitely.

She doesn’t want to dwell on it much at all.

“I’ve got to go. Slughorn asked if I’d grade a few papers for him and I-” Lily falters, just for a moment, Dorcas and Mary looking up at her, matching frowns working onto their faces.

“Lils, don’t go. We believe you believe that Snape isn’t lying-” Mary begins.

"No, it’s cool, really it’s cool, I just have to go,’ she says, fumbling over her words as she quickly stands, sliding her bag back up onto her shoulder, hands gripping the plastic of the lunch tray. Hard. “I’ll see you guys later. I’m fine, really. Everything’s fine.”

It would be great, Lily thinks, if I believed what I said. But recently, Sev’s been so distant. It isn’t like they were ever chatty. That’s not the type of friends they were. The type of friends they are. She isn’t really sure, anymore.

He’s been spending so much time with Mulciber’s crew, ditching their afterschool study sessions to work on assignments with Avery and Rosier. Or at least, that’s what he’s been telling her. Lily isn’t sure what she should be bothered to believe anymore.

She tucks her hair back behind her ear as she walks, the missing eight inches still a shock. But, a good shock, Lily’s decided. A good sort of change. Her flats clack against the ground as she makes her way towards Stevens. She really does have papers to grade for Slughorn. (She’d just been hoping to put them off until he delegated them off to another member of the Slug Club.)

She’s halfway across the courtyard when she hears the it, the shuffling and scuffling and huffy breathing before the shout of her name. “Evans!” She doesn’t have to turn to know its Potter.

Lily doesn’t quite stop walking, but, she’ll admit that she slows down, just a bit, as a rather sweaty looking Potter appears at her side. His tie is undone, his shirt partway unbuttoned, and there are what look like grass stains on his elbows. All of this comes in second to the massive bruise blooming just under his eye, his glasses bent around his very angry looking nose.

“Potter,” is all she says.

He pushes a hand up through his hair, takes a gulping breath. “Look, I know that you probably think that I went out of my way to attack Sni- Snape. That I went out of my way to attack Snape, but I promise I-” Lily holds up her hand.

“I don’t care, Potter. Please, just leave me alone.” It’s a lie, a dirty, blatant, lie. And she knows it, and maybe she isn’t exactly fond of the way that Potter looks like a kicked puppy as she speaks, but she’s seen him tearing down Severus enough to know a lie when she hears one.

“Right, yeah. Uh, sorry, then,” Potter mumbles, eyes falling down to the ground as he falls out of step with her until he’s just standing there in the courtyard. She pretends not to feel his eyes on her until she disappears into Stevens.

If she was a worse friend, she would have just said “no” when Mary showed up on her doorstep, waggling her eyebrows and announcing that they would be going out. But, Lily flinches as Mary plucks out an apparently stubborn hair from between her eyebrows, she’s not a bad enough friend.

“I know what you’re thinking already, Lils, but this will be fun, I promise,” Mary murmurs, her brow knit in concentration as she continued to pluck at her brows, all but sitting in her lap to do so. It would be much easier to believe her, Lily decides, if she wasn’t currently yanking out her hair. “Cardoc throws, like, the best parties. And I know you’ve been all messed up about what went on with Snape lately and this has to help.”

Mary isn’t really the sort of girl anyone says “no” to, and so, Lily rolls her eyes and gently pushes her off her lap. “I’m fine, Mary. But,” she pauses and offers a slight smile, moving over to her closet, “a party does sound like fun.” She tugs open her closet and fights back the unwelcome thought of Petunia. She would have loved to help her get ready, back then. Before. And it still stings to think about.

So, Lily tugs down a tank top and holds it up appraisingly, looking over at Mary with a quirked brow. Mary- who has sprawled out across her bed in a far too easy manner- nods, her fingers steepled in front of her face. “Yeah, definitely. Show off those sexy shoulders is what I always say.” Which, Lily knows for a fact, Mary has never once said. “Pair it with those cute flats, the ones with the laces.”

The next two hours pass like this, with Lily holding up tops or jeans or skirts or jewelry or shoes, and Mary trying to mix and match for the cutest possible outfit for Cardoc’s party. It’s fun, having Mary there. It’s been… too long, Lily thinks, since she’s had this sort of fun. She can’t even remember the last time she’d been to a party.

But as Mary pulls into an empty bit of space around the curb in a glaringly posh neighborhood, Lily’s painfully aware that she’s never been to a party like this.

She doesn’t recognize half the people stumbling up the sloped lawn, can’t name half the models of cars that are wrapping around the street, but at least she can halfway hum along to the song pouring from the open windows of the house.

This.

This is what being a teenager is supposed to be.

“Dorcas said she’d be here, but god only knows where. I haven’t been here in ages, I forgot how fucking massive Cardoc’s place is.” Mary is yelling over the thumping of the bass while their shoes slip against the damp grass of the Dearborns’ overly manicured lawn. The door to the bloody mansion is wide open and inside, Lily can see her classmates dancing. Or grinding rather. Like the queen that she is, Mary pushes inside, her hand slipping into Lily’s, her long legs clearing a path.

“Oi, Mac wasn’t sure if you’d make it!” “Mary! I fucking love that top, where did you get it?” “Lily, ohmygosh, I’ve, like, never seen you at a party before, you look so cute-”

She can’t hear anything really, not over all the voices, or the music, or the sounds of bottles clinking. Lily is certain that someone had been trying to talk to her, but by the time she’d managed to glance around, Mary’s already dragging her through the crowded foyer.

It’s not the first time she’s been in a nice house before. Mary’s house is nice, with its high ceilings and white tile, and vaguely geometric looking furniture. But Cardoc’s house is some strange combination of old money, midlife crisis, and way too much mahogany. She should feel small and out of place and poor, but- Lily steps quickly to the side to avoid being tripped over by Benjy something-or-other- it’s rather hard to feel out of place when everyone is on such an equal playing field.

The lights in the living room are dimmed and she can just barely see all the furniture pushed up against the walls under the shoddily hung blacklight and strobes. Lily can see a bit of light pouring out from a room just off all the madness- a kitchen or dining room, she’s guessing, where it looks like a group are playing some sort of drinking game.

The entire house reeks of expensive cologne, expensive alcohol, expensive weed. Mary leans in close to her, lips almost brushing against her ear as she all but shouts. “Would’ya mind if I went to find Becks? I’ve been meaning to talk to her for like, the past month, about what she saw going down in Hufton the other day,” she yells. Though, at least she has the decency to look rather apologetic. “I can wait though, until we find Dorcas, I don’t want to leave you alone or anything-”

“It’s cool, Mar. I want to look around anyway,” Lily says, well, shouts, waving her hand. Mary bites her lip and watches her for a moment, before Lily rolls her eyes and gives her a gentle shove so she can go find someone named Becks, apparently. Whoever the hell that is.

“You’re a peach,” Mary pauses as she smacks a lipgloss sticky kiss to her cheek, “keep your phone on you, I’ll text every half hour,” she adds, before quickly disappearing into the mess of people, looking right at home in the throng of writhing hormones.

And then, she’s alone, standing just at the edge of the dancing. She takes a breath before slipping into the crowd herself, rolling her hips along with the music. She isn’t sure when she starts singing along, shouting the lyrics as a very pretty girl she doesn’t quite recognize starts to dance with her.

It’s fun, and exhilarating, and freeing, and Lily’s laughing, and jumping and waving her arms to music she’s blasted on the radio. This is what she’s missed. For the time, it’s easy to forget about Sev and Petunia and the way Potter looked when she’d walked away and her dad and who her mum was becoming and grades and everything bad.

It’s every terrible teen movie wrapped up into an indistinguishable amount of time. When she finally breaks free from the crowd, squeezing her way toward the kitchen to try and find something to drink, her phone vibrates in her back pocket. A text from Mary. Rather, a lot of texts from Mary.

lil my car got fucking towed holy shit what do i do

come find me i gotta go like, bail my car out of car jail

did u see the fuckin hydrant bc i didnt see a hydrant

lily lily lily lily where tf are u

Shit. Lily pushes past a couple making out and slips into an empty hallway, pressing the “dial” button by Mary’s name.

“Lily, where are you? I am so sorry, I feel like we just got here and now I have to bail and I feel, like, so terrible-” Mary is rambling, her words coming out almost too quickly to comprehend.

“Mary, it’s okay, really. Just go get your car-”

“Are you sure? Like, I cannot leave you alone here. I am not a terrible friend-”

“You aren’t a terrible friend. I can catch a ride with Dorcas, okay? Really-”

“You gotta text me when you get home, okay? I am so, so sorry but-” Wherever Mary is, Lily can’t hear what she’s saying anymore, and so after a bit more warbled yelling, she hangs up, slips her phone back into her pocket.

She leans up against the wall of the hallway, just off from the kitchen, she thinks. The music is still thumping through the walls, but there aren’t any strobe lights or any people, and so Lily takes a moment to catch her breath, pushing a hand through her hair, shaking it off the back of her sweat slick neck. A part of her wishes she’d put on a headband before she’d left the house, but according to Mary, it hadn’t fit the “aesthetic.”

Lily pushes herself off the wall, rolls her shoulders, and sets herself to go and find Dorcas- she doubts she’d be able to hear her phone in that mess out there- but-

“Lily?” Her stomach drops. Because why would he be here? He doesn’t even know Cardoc- well, not that she really knows Cardoc much either, just, the idea of Sev, there, at a party thrown by the type of person he said he hates. She turns, just slightly, hoping that she imagined it, imagined his voice. She hadn’t.

Because Sev is standing there in the hallway, a glassy sort of look to him in a pair of ill-fitting jeans and a worn-out t-shirt with a stain near the hem. It’s strange, to see him out of his uniform. She hadn’t even thought he owned anything casual. She can still see his black eye, even in the dark.

“What are you doing here?” He takes a few steps closer to her, and as mad as she is at him, it’s stupidly comforting to have someone else there with her, someone she knows.

“I came with Mary. I’m allowed to have fun, Severus,” she says, a bit pointedly. His eyes aren’t quite focused and it’s apparent he’s been doing something. She can smell whatever it is he’s been drinking on his breath.

“You don’t like parties,” he says. It annoys her, for some reason, that he says that, that he says it like that. She folds her arms over her chest, frowns, just slightly.

“I do, actually. You don’t like parties. I never went to anything because you never wanted to go.” He’d always found some way to get out of everything like this, out of everything that reeked of money and their richer classmates.

“Came with Avery and Mulciber. I’m having fun, too. This is fun.” His words are strung together in a way that doesn’t come naturally. He’s close enough that Lily can see how glossed over his eyes are. Of course he’s here with them, his new friends.

“Why are you hanging out with them? They aren’t good people, Sev, you know that. I know you know that. They're racists, you know.” She doesn’t know why she says it, especially why she says it there, in Cardoc’s hallway during a rager, but.

He laughs at her and it sounds sick. It’s wet and heavy and drunk, his palm hitting the wall too close to her head as he tries to support himself and she hates that she flinches. He should have hated that, that he’d made her flinch. It doesn’t look like he notices.

“What do you know? You don’t know them, Lil, they're fun. They like me. They don’t take any shit from dirty fuckers like Potter. We don’t need his kind here. Not him, or… or fucking fags like Black or all those fuckin’ immigrants,” he slurs, gesturing with one hand. Lily hardens.

“No, don’t you say anything like that. You’re not like this. You’re just…you’re drunk and saying what they’ve been telling you and-”

“He likes you, fucking Potter, always fucking staring at you. Thinks he’s so much better than everybody else ‘spite being one of those.”

“Severus,” Lily snaps, her palms damp with sweat, shaking. No, no, no. She thinks about what Potter had said to her- tried to say to her, earlier in the courtyard. “I’ve defended you to him. You aren’t like this. This isn’t you. I’ve stood up for you.” Even she knows how desperate she sounds. How pathetic she sounds.

“I don’t fucking need that, not from some immigrant cunt-”

And it’s like shattering glass. “Goodbye, Sev- Snivellus.” She uses the name like a slap, hoping it hides the quiver in her lip because he is supposed to be her best friend. He’s had lunch with her, with her Polish mum, in their house. He’s supposed to have been her best friend.

“Lily, no, wait, I didn’t-” Snape stumbles toward her and over his words as she pushes him away, his hand on his shoulder, tugging and tearing at the strap of her top. It snaps as she pushes him again.

“Leave me alone. I never want to fucking speak to you again.” And she’s pushing him again and moving faster than she thought she could down the hall. Someone presses a full, sloshing, cup into her hand and she drinks it, quick and thoughtless and stupid. She can hear him behind her still, trying to catch up, yelling her name.

not from some immigrant cunt-

There’s another cup in her hand and she doesn’t know who put it there. Most of it spills down the front of her ruined blouse.

She isn’t sure exactly when she started crying, but her head is swimming and she can’t breathe, and it feels like the world is getting too close too quickly by the time she breaks out into the open night air.

Lily doesn’t look, not as she clumsily unlocks her phone, not as she scrolls, not as she hits call.

“Potter,” she hiccups, “ca-can you come get me?”

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