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undermattsun-archive · 3 years

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(skate rat) kawanishi taichi x fem!reader | w.c 3.5k

a/n: SURPRISE it’s a sequel to mouth <3 my original skate rat sin i suppose, and also like my first real fic/drab for the fandom. god bless. as always thank u to @bakatenshii + @sugardaddykenma for putting up with me ranting about this fic (and also putting up with me since mouth)

big big thanku to #1 wife @pomsuki for reading this for me and yelling at me to finish this damn thing <3

18+ university age | pls read ALL warnings

warnings: drugs, public sex, dub/noncon exhibitionism, degredation, humiliation, dubcon, blood, slight injury (it’s a bloody nose), toxic behavior, misogynistic energy? vibes? you’ll know when u see it honestly

reading mouth isn’t necessary but it is appreciated! and pls check out melt + nightingale syndrome for they exist in the same skate rat universe (+ they’re delicious fics) also the people who wrote em r BIG SEXY

There were more than enough reasons to quit Kunimi Akira. He never texts back, he doesn’t go to class, he’s fucked a few of your friends and he couldn’t commit if you paid him. He was simply a waste of time, it was like every second spent with him was another mark ticked off a test, a percentile lowering on your next paper.

But chucking Kunimi would be like trying to sort grains of rice, difficult and damn near impossible. He always knew how to draw you back in and he enjoyed the mind games a lot more than his bored expression would let on.

Despite the impossibility of quitting him you had to at least try, so you swore up and down that hooking up with him at Oikawa’s party some odd months ago was truly the last of it, that you were done with him and all of his irritating skate rat friends.

Which begs the question of how you ended up at the little concrete amphitheater on campus, sandwiched between Hanamaki and Matsukawa on one of the steps, a blunt being passed between the two of them without so much as a second glance towards you.

“Say, when’s the last time you and Kunimi had fun?” Makki’s grin is nothing short of lascivious, a slimy feeling weighs on your tongue as you shrug off a shudder.

“Say, was that ever any of your business?” You retort, snatching the blunt from his lips bringing it to your own and inhaling deeply, revelling at the warmth creeping down your throat and filling your chest.

“Quit it Makki, she’s not gonna fuck you. Kunimi got her ‘round his little finger,” Mattsun coos, taking back the blunt, “besides, heard she’s a fuckin ice queen in the sack. Boooring.”

A sharp inhale keeps you grounded, the sound of Iwaizumi’s board slamming back down onto the pavement reminding you where you are, who you’re with. You’re not going to fall for Mattsun’s little games too.

“Tch.” Daggers prick at your lips, but you bite your tongue knowing that fueling the fire will earn you nothing but a headache. It’s not like you’re waiting for anything, or anyone, stealing a few more hits and leaving would be the best option.

“Oh? Nothing to say? But I heard your mouth was your only redeeming quality.” You focus your gaze on Iwaizumi telling Oikawa to stay out of his way, trying not to let your growing discomfort scare you away. The stubborn refusal of letting Mattsun’s words win only letting a dull ache grow at the base of your skull, prickling further when he and Makki let out low mocking laughs.

“Hey fucknuts!” Your head whips over to see a blur of crimson race by, followed gradually by a few other familiar faces you’ve seen around at parties and on campus.

“God, not these assholes.” Makki laughs as Oikawa makes faces at one of the newcomers. Your eyes drag across the unfolding scene as the number of rowdy idiots grows. You swallow hard, knowing that staying any longer would only cause your headache to further bloom.

“That’s my cue to leave.” You sigh, it’s not like you were waiting for Kunimi in the first place. You weren’t. You were just...killing time.

“Leaving?” Your head tips back to look up at the source of the question, Kawanishi Taichi, of course.

“Yeah, dunno why I’m here in the first place.” You brush off his quirked brow and shove Mattsun hard with your shoulder as you stand up. With a curt nod, you smooth a hand over your jeans, turning on your heel to brush past Kawanishi, ignoring the low whistle that falls from his lips. You make it a good distance down the walkway before the sound of crunching footsteps behind you prickles at your ears as you ready yourself to tell whoever it is to get lost.

“Want a ride?” You let out a huff as you look over your shoulder to see Kawanishi standing so nonchalantly, hands tucked into his pockets as he chews on a toothpick.

“Shouldn’t you be skating around with your little boyfriends?” The comment slips out, followed by your tongue sliding over your bottom lip as if it’ll soften the sharpness of your tone.

“Nah, just droppin 'em off,” his eyes rake up and down your figure as you turn to face him, “where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your little boyfriend. You were waiting there like a lost puppy for him.” A protest rises in your chest, curbing it when you see a flash of something akin to flirtatious teasing in his normally passive eyes.

“I... I don’t have one.” The words are slathered in honey, punctuated with a flutter of your lashes as Kawanishi takes another step forward.

If Kunimi likes playing all those stupid games, why not play a few of your own?

“Is that so?” His head tilts slightly, you feign shyness, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you smile sweetly at him, confirming your statement with a nod of your head. “My car’s just over in the parking lot.” He tips his head in the direction of the closest lot, before turning to start walking. Without hesitation you easily fall into step beside him, trying to dampen your rising nerves.

Despite the dumb little hookups peppering your dating history, you had only gone so far with most of them, Kunimi being one of the few —and the only one you crawled back to— that you had made the unfortunate pleasure of going all the way with. You keep pushing away at the thoughts of inexperience as Kawanishi approaches an old, beat up, black Corolla, the paint flaking off with dings and dents littering across the body, the impeccably shiny rims on the wheels making you snort.

It was a rather famous car across campus, seeing it around with stupid skate rats crammed in there with the windows fogged with smoke was an almost daily occurrence, especially highlighted by how it’s tied to one too many stories of girls having varying encounters with Kawanishi –and sometimes one of his friends– in said car.

“Wanna smoke or skip to the real fun?” He never minced any words, always up front or just completely skipping out on the conversation. It always made him the best project partner in the odd classes you’ve shared over your uni years.

“I don’t like waiting.” The fuzziness nipping at your spine from the few hits you took earlier were just enough, not wanting to dull your senses completely during this encounter. The bluntness of your answer causes a smirk to play at Kawanishi’s lips as he opens the door to the back.

“Well then, ladies first.” He gestures to the gray cloth seats, you make a point to ignore the questionable stains littered across it as you slide in, trying to focus instead on figuring out the heady scent permeating through the car. Cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and maybe stale beer, and something that was distinctly him.

Your eyes are drawn to a stain on the roof that looks oddly similar to an eagle, the thought unfinished as Kawanishi practically dives in after you. The sound of the door slamming preempting hands roaming over your body and lips moving against your neck.

“Kawa-”

“Just Taichi.” He clips as he works the buttons of your jeans, a coarse hand working against your spine as he unhooks your bra.

“Eager much?” You laugh as he pushes at your shirt and bra exposing pert nipples to cool air, simultaneously managing to work your jeans past your hips and down your thighs.

“You said no waiting.” With a chaste kiss to your lips he’s maneuvering you onto your stomach, raising your hips in the air, face shoved halfway between the seat and door. You let out a huff as your hand braces itself against the door, while the other on the seat below you, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped setting.

“Mhm.” It’s the best reply you can manage as he grinds his clothed cock against the cleft of your ass, already hard. You can only imagine how many women he’s had in this situation to award all six feet and three inches of himself the ability to move so successfully around in the cramped backseat.

Nimble and worn fingers circle around your hip, dipping down to tease at dampening lace, eliciting a soft moan from you. You push back against him, delighting in the soft grunt he lets out as he curls himself over you to scrape his teeth over your nape. His fingers continue to run up and down against your clothed cunt, pressing at the growing slick spot marking your wanting hole.

“Excited huh?” He mumbles as he skims his tongue against the shell of your ear, you manage a low hum in reply as he slides his hands back up, tugging down the flimsy piece of clothing, exposing your needy cunt to hungry eyes. He wastes no time pressing his fingers against your twitching hole, causing you to wiggle your hips just enough to earn a low chuckle and send the message of just how much you want him, need him.

Without any further hesitation he slips in a finger, your back arching with the realization his fingers are longer than Kunimi’s, chest burning at the fact you could even think of another man in this situation. As if he can sense your wandering thoughts Taichi works in another finger, another following quickly after. There’s no urgency in his movements, each twist and thrust of his fingers methodical, curling in just the right way, making sure to brush his thumb over your throbbing clit to send a stinging pleasure up your spine.

You can’t deny the way he’s taking you apart so sweetly, the tightening deep in your belly achingly sweet, as he starts to thrust his fingers even deeper, tiny gasps and whines starting to grow louder and louder as you careen towards bliss. With a particularly rough curl of his fingers you feel yourself come undone completely, punctuated by a shameless moan.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the fogged glass pulls you out of your blissful haze, still acutely aware of the way Taichi has his fingers lazily twisting inside of you.

“It’s open.” He tugs you back by the hips slightly as he retracts his fingers painfully slow, listening as he unzips his jeans. Your heart races as the passenger door opens, shifting uncomfortably to try to catch a glimpse of who’s slid into the car.

“Oh, so that’s where you went, Mattsun said you were hanging around.” Your blood runs cold, your state of undress tightening your chest as you become painfully aware of the situation you’re in. The passive tone of Kunimi’s voice nips at your skin, tears away at the search of mindless fun that you had tried to pursue with Taichi, filling your chest with raw embarrassment.

“What do you want?” The tear of a wrapper following the question, whatever protest you had silenced by a hand coming down to grip harshly at your ass.

“You have my grinder.” Kunimi slips into the passenger seat, the sound of the glove box popping open making your eyes squeeze shut.

“Yeah well close the door at least.” Your eyes widen at Taichi’s statement, you didn’t want Kunimi to just close the door, you wanted him to leave.

“Whatever. Can I smoke in here?” It doesn’t sound like much of a question, more of a declaration with the ‘can’ and the question mark tacked on for decoration.

“I don’t care, do you?” You crane your head just enough to catch the blasé expression on Taichi’s face, a quirked brow directed more at your ass than you.

“Yeah sweetheart, care if I’m in here while you’re whoring yourself out?” Kunimi scoffs, the irritated tinge to his bored tone making you furrow your brows.

“Oh fuck you.” You start to rise on your elbows, only for Taichi’s hand to land between your shoulder blades, keeping you from moving any further. You let out a huff as Kunimi clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

“Sorry babe, it’s me who’s fucking you this time around, maybe Kunimi can get the next round.” Before you can even bother with a retort, Taichi drags the head of his cock against slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You let your head hang down, the click of a lighter grating on your nerves more than you would like to admit.

“Please, fuck me, I want it so bad.” The whininess of your voice annoys even you, but if Kunimi wants to stick around and get on your nerves, then two could play that game.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Just like before he slides in slowly, carefully, as if to make you memorize what each inch of him feels like splitting you apart so sweetly.

“Shit.” You exhale shakily as you try to adjust to him, it had been months since you last fucked anyone, since you last fucked the asshole sitting passenger.

He sets a leisurely pace, steady and infuriating. There’s a hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in painfully to keep you in place, to establish that he’s the one calling all the shots. You huff, still trying to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. There’s something in his actions that makes you feel greedy, desperate for so much more than he’s offering.

There’s no way around it, you’re completely at his mercy, left taking the shallow, slow thrusts that only makes the desperate ache deep in your cunt grow.

“Hook a finger or two in her mouth.” There’s a pause in Taichi’s motions, letting you finally take a deep breath of the thick weed laced air. “Don’t look at me funny, do it and see what happens.”

You hear a non-committal hum as those devilishly nimble fingers skim past your jaw, a whimper preceding his index pushing past your lips with a harsh tug at the corner of your mouth, the painful stretch of your cheek causing you to clench down on his length.

“Oh? You were right.”

“She’s already broken in,” Kunimi takes a long drag of the joint hanging in his fingers, “no point in holding back.”

It’s as if a flip is switched in Taichi, the statement becoming an immediate challenge as he hooks in another finger beside the other, yanking harshly as the snap of his hips becomes almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, swirling with the heady smoke defiling the air.

“W-Wait Taichi.” The words are garbled around his fingers, and you’re quickly dismissed as he snakes around his other hand to hook his middle and index on the other corner of your mouth, the stretch in your lips burning as he shifts from the quick paced thrusts to deep, hard strokes.

His only reply is to tug harshly on your mouth as pathetic whines and distored words spill from you.

You can feel yourself start to shake almost violently, still reeling from your earlier orgasm and suffering at the hands of Taichi’s now vicious pace. Each thrust pushing you into madness, each tug of his fingers bringing you back.

“Fuck, fuck.” He curls over you again, sloppily running his tongue up your nape. “You wanna cum?”

“Mhmm,” you yelp at a particularly rough slam of his hips, “please.”

He grunts, moving a hand to grip at the back of your head while keeping his other hand planted on your hip, fingers biting into your hip. There’s no warning as he grinds into you, the hold on your hip finally relenting as he slides his digits back down to pinch at your throbbing clit, the bit of pressure sending you careening over the edge.

“T-Taichi.” Pleasure wracks through your body, your legs tremble violently as you try to move your hand on the door, shoulder aching from holding yourself in place. The second your hand moves, you give into the force of Taichi’s hand on the back of your head, forcing you to slam face first into the door, the impact making your nose sting, blood immediately starting to gush, running down your face and chin.

You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he continues his assault, the once careful, methodical thrusts turning desperate and depraved as he moves with reckless abandon. His teeth drag across your shoulder, before pulling out completely.

“Don’t need this.” You grip at your nose, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of blood seeping onto your fingers, looking over your shoulder again to see Taichi pull off the condom. You can’t even protest with the way you’re bleeding profusely, pinching at your bridge at a poor attempt of stopping the bleeding.

“Stay still.” In one swift movement he’s plunging back into you, bottoming out immediately, a muffled yell falls from your lips, arching your back as he drives into you with just a few more hard thrusts you feel his seed spill inside you.

For a moment you two stay suspended, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix, making you groan in a twisted sense of pleasure of pain. He pulls out painfully slow, delivering another harsh slap your ass as he sits back.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout your nose.” He helps you flip onto your back, swiping his thumb over the blood trickling onto your lip before shucking off his t-shirt and handing it to you. “Don’t have any tissues.”

“So who’d you like playing fuck toy for better?” For a split second, somewhere between the back breaking orgasm and your nose being slammed into the door, you had blissfully forgotten that Kunimi was still in the car, but now that perfect illusion just had to be shattered.

“Must you be such a dick all the time?” You manage to pull your jeans back up, hissing at the stinging pain in your hips and lower back, ignoring the lewd feeling of Taichi’s cum starting to leak from your abused cunt.

Beside you Taichi manages to tuck himself back into his pants, reaching under the driver's seat to yank out a hoodie reeking of weed and cigarettes.

“Maybe you two should just get together already.” Taichi lets out a low chuckle as he pulls on the hoodie, getting out of the backseat, slamming the door hard before throwing the driver’s door open. You don’t even bother trying to hook your bra back on as you pull your shirt down, letting yourself slump back down and lay across the backseat as you reach up to check if your nose is still bleeding.

“Like hell.” Kunimi twists around in the passenger seat, looking down at you with an amused smirk, offering the freshly rolled joint to you. “You look like shit. I said she was broken in, not to break her more.” He only gets a wry laugh from Taichi as he starts the car.

“Thanks, right back at you.” You sit up just enough, looking at Kunimi expectantly. He shakes his head before twisting the joint in his fingers and placing it between your lips, producing the lighter. Just as he’s about to hand it to you he brings his hand back a bit, grabbing your jaw with his other as he lights the joint. He picks up Taichi’s bloodied shirt, pouring water from a twisted plastic bottle onto it before passing it back to you.

“Cute, blew her back out and you’re doting on her.” You watch as Kunimi moves to sit back in his seat, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he shrugs. You dab away at the drying blood on your face, ignoring a few of the splotches that landed on the joint.

“Guess I play favorites, drop us off at my place.”

“Us?” You exhale after a long drag, narrowing your eyes at the back of Kunimi’s head as Taichi pulls out of the parking spot.

“What do I even get out of doing that?” You can’t help but nod in agreement of Taichi’s statement, feeling yourself growing annoyed at the way they seem to ignore your entire presence.

“You can fuck her again.” Kunimi offers and you almost drop the joint as your jaw falls open at the absolute nerve of the man.

“Excuse me? I’m right here?” The way that neither of them even flinch at your statement, let alone acknowledge it makes you slump back into the seat, begrudgingly accepting the fact whatever you say isn’t worth shit to either of them.

“Hm.” It doesn’t sound like he’s actually considering the offer, but the quick look over his shoulder as he turns out of the parking lot sends a chill down your spine and your stomach to twist.

“Believe it or not, her mouth’s her one redeeming quality.” The two of them snicker, like two old pals sharing an inside joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re brushed off once again as they toss back a few more comments before Taichi stops at a red light, looking over at Kunimi, then back at you and finally back towards the road.

“Yeah alright.”

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gwynrielsupremacist · 3 years

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The sound of the Shadowsinger’s heavy breaths plus the splashing from the bathroom echoed throughout the room

Azriel was fucked.

But really, really fucked.

His hands felt sweaty against the cool and soft fabric of his bedsheets, undone after so many times he had shifted his position while he waited for his mate to leave the bathroom and go into bed with him.

They had discovered that they were mates a few weeks ago, and they had agreed to take things easy.

But, the progress that was to occur that night, it overwhelm him

He raised his body, supporting his elbow and extending his muscled neck, trying to see if Gwyn would appear through the doorway.

He still didn’t believe that such a female, that priestess, was his mate.

He still didn’t believe his feelings were reciprocal.

Seeing she wouldn’t show up yet, he flopped onto the bed, running the back of his hand over his eyes, sighing.

Shadows crawled up his scarred fingers, trying to soothe his nerves, but nothing succeeded. He glanced at the time in the clock that sat on his nightstand. She had been in the bath for 30 minutes.

“Has something happened to her?” He asked.

“She will come, Shadowsinger” The shadows reassured him. “She’s as nervous as you”

He stretched the collar of his nightshirt to catch some air in his lungs. He normally slept shirtless and in simple black shorts that left little to imagination, but he supposed his normal clothing would make the priestess uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to be the reason for her discomfort.

He looked down at his hands, scarred and burned.

“You don’t deserve her. You’re just the bastard of an Illyrian lord”. His insecurities told him.

“That’s a lie, Shadowsinger. She loves you, and you’re worthy of her, as much as she is worthy of you” His shadows answered, attacking his own thoughts.

“You’re a blood-thirsty bastard, when she knows all your secrets, she will run away”.

“Attack those thoughts, Shadowsinger, those thoughts are nothing but your insecurities” They fought back.

“I am worthy of her. She loves me and I love her” Azriel thought, closing the insecurities with a padlock and tearing them outside, destroying it.

He sighted, placing a palm in his heart, noticing how his heartbeat was normalizing.

The shadows started to move, heading to the arc of his wings, settling there and calmly observing their master.

Azriel shifted, lying on his stomach, no longer hearing the sound of his mate splashing in the tub.

It had all started when Gwyn appeared in the training ring, while he was performing his night stretches.

Apparently, she hadn’t been able to sleep and had grown tired of reading the book she, Nesta and Emerie had started to criticize it, and had headed to the training ring to perform dagger exercises, finding Azriel there.

They had started doing combinations of lunges and dagger blocks and when they were both satisfied, thay headed to their room, hand in hand.

She had gone downstairs to the priestesses’ rooms for a moment, looking for a nightgown to sleep in, while he took a quick shower, wiping all the sweat from his body.

When he came out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas, Gwyn was already there, looking around the room.

His room wasn’t one of the largest in the House. He believed that Cassian’s was the biggest, with all his gadgets and gadgets he kept there, but his was cozy. He doesn’t need anything else.

Well, maybe a priestess sleeping everynight in his bed, in his arms. He wouldn’t mind.

In one corner was a study with two chairs, next to a three-seater sofá with a tea table in front of it. In the center of the room was where the huge bed was located, next to which were two chests, one with clothes and the other with weapons, in addition to the weapons that were hidden throughout the room.

The moment Gwyn saw him, she ran into the bathroom, and there she is currently.

The sound of footsteps startled him, sitting up and searching with his gaze for the gorgeous priestess, finding her grasping the edge of her nightgown uneasily, in the middle of the bathroom door.

The nightgown was a simple cobalt blue negligeé, with lace at the top, running down her creamy neck to the V of her breasts, ending below her knees.

It was simple, but fucking sexy.

He would already thank Nesta and Emerie for the purchase, because he was sure as hell it had been the choice of those two. He gulped, avoiding thinking of the bulge already forming in his pants.

Azriel smiled at her, tapping the spot next to him, inviting her to sit down next to him.

She smiled back, blushing as she approached the bed, sitting down and smoothing the hem of her nightgown, placing her cheek on the Shadowsinger’s shoulder, revealing part of her whitish neck and the curve of her breasts.

He was very screwed up.

“Are you okay?” Az asked, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

She nodded, letting herself be carried away by her touch, as she wrapped her hands around her body.

They felt silent, staring at each other while innocent caresses were made.

“Do you want a particular side or…? She asked, laughing quietly as she grabbed his hand and traced the scars on his hand.

“I have no problem” He shrugged, caressing her hand as he pulled her into his body, sitting her on his lap.

Gwyn blushed, realizing where exactly she was sitting, but he brought his legs together, letting her not to be sitting right on top of his cock.

“Thank you” She said as she brought her lips to his cheek, kissing it slowly, then hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

Azriel wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek and murmuring “No problem” in her ear, then kissing her lobe, earning a shudder from her part.

Suddenly Gwyn raised her head and started looking around the room, her face puzzled.

“Where are your shadows?” She asked, searching the corners to see if they were there.

“Hidden, apparently” He explained.

“We’re here” Answered his shadows. “We didn’t want to trouble our priestess” They said as ribbons of night appeared out of nowhere, approaching the Spymaster’s neck, some of them touching and licking the wrists of the female sitting in his legs.

“According to them, they didn’t want to appear in case you felt uncomfortable with them” He explained, noticing how the shadows hid in the arch of his wings, observing from there the scene between the two lovers.

Gwyn chuckled, reaching out to a shadow, letting it surround her.

“I don’t mind if they’re with us” She admitted, as more shadows joined the already present. “They have never bothered me. In fact, they’re a comforting presence.”

Azriel laughed. A noteworthy laugh, out of the stomach.

“Do you consider my shadows a comforting presence?” A low chuckle came out of him, while he brought his lips to her neck and arranged small kisses in the area.

“Sure” She emphasized, noticing goosebumps on her arm. “Why should your shadows bother me?”

Azriel was silent, preferring to keep kissing her neck.

He noticed how she smiled, lightly grasping his hair, entangling her fingers in the fine strands of his raven hair.

He slid down onto the massive bed, getting Gwyn to straddle his thighs, earning a punch to the arm.

He feigned pain, grabbing his arm and twisting carefully from his wings, while he listened to her laughter and the whisper of the shadows running through their bodies.

“Enough of teasing me!” She yelled, red with embarrassment, as she climbed off his lap and onto her side, ignoring his laughter and attempts to roll her onto her back.

Finally Azriel circled Gwyn’s hips, pulling her closer to him, spooning, entangling their legs under the sheets.

“I’m not making fun of you” He lied, peppering her neck with kisses.

Gwyn turned, looking into his eyes as she teased him.

“Be careful lest I remove your tongue with my teeth” He flirted, earning a blush from her part.

She turned back, ignoring him.

Azriel lowered his gaze from the creamy porcelain skin on her neck to the area where their bodies nearly collided. discovering that the nightgown Gwyn was wearing had risen above her hips, earning a switch toward his cock from the sight of her panties, watching her long legs and thinking how they would feel if they were tangled around his hips as he slammed hard against her-

He noticed that the female in his arms began to tremble, realizing in that moment he had screwed up more than at any other time.

“Gwyn. Gwyn I’m so sorry” He apologized, moving quickly and putting a good few meters between both bodies, noticing the strong smell of arousal that was in the room. “Love, are you okay?”

She nodded, turning to find Azriel staring at her, eyes filled with remorse and concern.

“I’m sorry” She said, wrapping her arms around her body, tears falling from her eyes.

“She’s not angry with you, Master” The shadows commented.

“Who is she mad at then?” He answered them.

“With herself” They replied. “She’s angry for not having control of her body and therefore not being able to be intimate with you.”

He was silent for a moment, thinking about how to tell her what she needed to understand without her freaking out.

He reached out his hand, asking with his gaze for her to grasp it, taking both hands and intertwining them. That was exactly just what she did-

“It’s okay, love” He confirmed hers, soothing her skin with his thumb. “Let’s go at your pace, there’s no need to rush.”

She shook her head, looking at both clasped hands: “What if we can never be intimate because of me… because of my trauma?”

“Then we’ll not have intimacy” He assured her, bringing her knuckles closer and kissing them carefully. “I’m not with you for having sex, I’m with you because I love you. If we can’t have sex, then we won’t have sex.

She nodded slightly, moving closer to her body until they were nose to nose.

“It’s… my body… the problem” She confirmed.

He cocked his head: “Why do you think your body is the problem?

How can she think that her body, her gorgeous body, is the problem?

“Because you have had a multitude of lovers, surely with a better body than me, who will know how to satisfy you better than me” She told him. “I have… scars on the inner part of my thighs and hips and…” She replied while shallowly crying that little by little were falling down their teal eyes. “I have freckles all over my body and…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, preferring to hide her face on his neck while she tried to calm herself down.

He ran his hand across her back, making circles with his fingers to relax her muscles.

“Honey… Of course I have had many lovers, but I have only allowed one of them to know me thoroughly, and that’s you, my love” He replied, kissing the crown of her hair. “I haven’t seen your whole body, but I’m sure it’s just as breathtaking as I imagined it to be.” He murmured. grabbing her hand and kissing it softly. “And why the hell do you think I would hate your freckles?

She sniffed, looking into his eyes as he brought his scarred fingers closer and wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.

“In Sangravah they always compared us… Catrin and me” Gwyn recalled. “They always said Catrin was the beautiful one while I was the… cute one. I always assumed that it was because I had this hair and these stupid freckles.

Azriel had a painful time trying not to rip the head off those who said that to his mate.

“Well, that’s a lie, because you’re fucking beautiful and I love those freeckles”. He recognized as he traced patterns on her cheeks, following their path.

Gwyn began to blush, placing her mouth on the corners of Azriel’s lips, giving him small kisses and then hiding in the hollow of his neck again, leaving kisses there alike, earning a shudder from the male.

“This female is going to be the end of me” He thought, as he arched his neck to give her more room to kiss.

She laughed lightly, looking up, meeting Azriel's gaze locked in her lips.

The atmosphere suddenly was charged with the arousal of both, him and her.

They began to get closer little by little.

There had been very few occasions that they had kissed on the lips, and the tension of the moment could be cut with scissors.

They kept getting closer until there were only inches left for their lips to collide, breathing in each other's breath.

"Can I… Can I kiss you?" He asked. Always asking permission, always the safety of his mate first. If she wanted to leave things right then and there, Azriel would be happy just holding her through the night.

Azriel didn't discover that he had been breathless until she nodded, until both lips met in a noteworthy explosion.

It was a simple kiss, Azriel knew he shouldn't push until she decided to, but they were both too tired to deepen the kiss.

Gwyn parted her lips little by little, silently demanding the kiss to be deepened, and Azriel was perfectly willing to make his mate enjoy the experience to the fullest.

He parted his lips, letting both tongues collide shyly, kissing and kissing and kissing until they had to part to breathe.

They both smiled, peaking at each other's lips, until Gwyn dropped onto Azriel's chest, visibly tired and with her eyes almost closed.

"Are we sleepy, Berdara?" He teased her, kissing the top of her head as she nodded silently, burying her head deeper into his chest, inhaling the scent of cedar and night mist.

"Tomorrow we have training?" She asked him sleepily.

"Yes, we do" He replied, grabbing the sheets that had fallen by the side, leaving them on both bodies "I will wake you up, just sleep now, my love, you have earned it".

She smiled slightly, kissing his neck one last time as her breathing became more and more rhythmic. She had fallen asleep.

In his arms.

She had fallen asleep in his arms.

He smiled slightly, the only person who would allow to see that sensitive part of him.

"Good night, my love" He whispered in her ear, kissing the lobe and falling into the most restful and deep sleep he had in years.

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Gwyn hadn't slept this well in a long time.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of his mate's room, illuminating the entire room. She turned her gaze, finding his handsome mate asleep peacefully, with one arm under the pillow and the other resting delicately on her stomach, protectively.

She smiled slightly, her gaze running over the man who shared the bed. His hair was facing everywhere from sleep, her wings curled up behind him, the membranes catching the sun's heat and forming shapes on them. She perceived, not with a little joy and excitement, that part of his shirt had risen, revealing his tanned abs.

She didn't know what time it was, but he was supposed to wake them both up, so she decided to put her head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

She suddenly felt the arm that was on his stomach stretch, as did the other on the pillow. She had woken him up.

"You look like a cat stretching" She laughed, brushing away the hair that had fallen over his eyes, meeting Azriel's hazel eyes staring at her, clouded with sleep.

He smiled slightly, leaving kisses on her neck, causing shudders throughout her body.

"Let me sleep" He replied with a hoarse and dark voice.

"We have to go to training" She counterattacked, trying to lift his arm that fell under her hands again, without success.

"Five more minutes" He murmured, yawning.

"I can't believe the brooding Spymaster of the Night Court is demanding me five more minutes of sleep" She chuckled, pounding her arm.

He growled, nipping her shoulder playfully.

Gwyn gave up, letting Azriel lightly bite as much of her neck as he wanted.

They did not know how long they stayed in that position, the Shadowsinger kissing and nibbling the priestess's neck and shoulder, while she allowed herself to be done.

Finally he got tired, raising his mouth to meet hers, giving her a kiss.

"Good morning" He whispered between kisses, biting lightly on Gwyn's bottom lip, causing a sensation of heat to settle in the lower part of his stomach.

"Good morning to you too" She replied, stroking Azriel's back, careful not to touch her wings, the shadows nowhere in sight.

Gwyn had already received that talk about Illyrian wings from Nesta and Emerie, who were the first to discover that the two were "together". She knew perfectly well that she shouldn't touch Azriel's wings without his permission.

Suddenly Azriel tensed, and Gwyn feared that she hadn't been careful enough and she had touched something she shouldn't have until a shadow came to view and settled into his ear, telling him something.

The Shadowsinger grabbed the sheets that had moved, covering both bodies at the same moment someone opened the door.

"AZRIEL, GWYN IS NOT IN HER…" Nesta interrupted in the room, almost ripping the door out of her place, Cassian behind her.

But while Nesta's gaze was concerned, Cassian was trying not to laugh at that very moment.

Cassian knew perfectly well why Gwyn was not in her room that night.

"H-Hi" Gwyn greeted, watching her best friend's reaction.

Nesta was speechless, staring at the Spymaster, then Gwyn, and then her mate, realizing why Cassian wasn't the least bit worried.

"You knew it! You knew where Gwyn had been and you made me scared about her safety!" Nesta screeched, too loud for Gwyn's newly awakened hearing.

"I was imagining where Gwyn might have been," Cassian laughed, casting glances at Azriel, who growled menacingly at Cassian and Nesta, demanding that they immediately leave her room.

"See you at breakfast," Cassian announced, to which he was met with another higher-pitched growl from Azriel, closing the door and leaving both lovers in the room again.

Gwyn began to laugh, to which Azriel looked at her strangely, not understanding why his mate laughed when those two had caught them.

"It was very embarrassing" She said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, getting up from the bed and approaching the leathers that she had brought from her room.

She turned to find Azriel sitting on her bed, staring at her with amusement in his eyes.

"Are you going to stay there all day or are you going to help me train?" To which she earned a crooked smile from her mate, getting up and heading to the bathroom to change clothes.

She left the room to change into another bathroom, meeting Nesta, looking at her with love, as if to say:

"I am proud of you, sister."

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 3 years

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Yes, sir.

A/N: I’m on my period and my hormones are raging at the moment, so I whipped up some fluffy smut because why not?! Unedited so be gentle.

MASTERLIST

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 1130k

Warnings: fingering, light SMUT, language. Just don’t click if you’re not into smut? Enjoy!

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“Henry! People are starting to stare.”

His beard continued onward tickling along the crevice of her elongated neck, exposing all the more skin for him to devour. Ever so gently, Henry lightly nibbled forcing a whimper from Y/N. The smile upon her lips was contagiously infectious towards the playful and extremely handsome gentleman beside her. Especially when sporting a hand-stitched tailored tuxedo created by Tom Ford himself. Yes, Henry was a fucking snack waiting to be unwrapped by Y/N.

In his best southern accent, Henry spoke animatedly; “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“Ah, I see. Pulling out all the stops tonight, aren’t ya?”

“Clark Gable is a classic, my love. Can’t mess with perfection. Ever the clever one.”

Y/N giggled nuzzling into his warm embrace eager to mask her mounting excitement. Her entire body hummed in pleasure sending a tingle between her thighs. A moan clumsily slipped out; her breathing increased uncontrollably.

“Baby…”

His hand had been resting along her knee giving reassuring nudges the duration of the night. After all, it isn’t every day the BAFTA’s happened.

“I know your games too well, darling. It’s an added bonus to see you in such a frivolous state in public no less. Tsk, tsk.”

His heated hand skimmed from her knee gravitating towards where she needed him most. She shivered in anticipation questioning just how far Henry would push her.

“Cheeky bastard, Cavill. And a fucking tease.”

“Never thought I’d say this but thank god for dinner award parties, this table in particular.”

Y/N sat speechless; jaw slightly agape.

“Have I told you yet how delectable you look this evening?”

“Mmm.” That was all Y/N could muster up without losing her cool, collected self.

“Cat got your tongue, honey?”

This time, Y/N parted her knees willingly allowing for better access to her Adonis. Thank god this dress was designed with a sexy, deep slit. She swore she witnessed Henry drool. His fingertips glided over her newly waxed pussy.

“No knickers? Naughty, Y/N.”

“This dress fits like a literal glove! The stylist didn’t recommend it unless I wanted to end up in the tabloids with panty lines hence the wax, asshat.”

“Well you know better than most I prefer a more natural look. Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Henry began moving in small circles over her swollen clitoris. Y/N clenched the table cloth attempting to stifle the groan growing in her throat.

“Eyes ahead. Wouldn’t want to cause a scene, now would we?”

Mischievous pants filled the air surrounding them as Henry’s fingers sunk inside her slit. Y/N was on the brim of begging for him for more fully forgetting where they were. Her dress now hiked up the majority of her toned leg. Henry plunged deeper brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. He sinfully motioned his fingers into a come-hither movement repeatedly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N’s high-pitched voice wavered as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Her pussy squelched as Henry picked up his speed simultaneously hitting her g-spot. Y/N was splintering at the seams, on the verge of cumming. Stars burst behind her closed lids as her breath stammered brashly.

“Shit, right there. Don’t stttop.”

In a blur of thoughts, Y/N heard a distant voice drawing closer.

“Cavill!”

None other than the Chris Evans stood meters away smiling widely.

“Just the man I was searching for. How’s the evening going, Y/N?”

Y/N coughed clearing her parched throat squeaking out a meek reply; “Good, good. Always nic—”

Y/N stared daggers at Henry as he thrusted harder; “You look downright devilish in a tux.”

Henry inserted a third finger causing Y/N to hyperventilate. His thumb grazed her plump clit unwilling to slow his ministrations.

“Says the most beautiful girl in this place. Cavill, they’re ready for us in 10.”

Smiling that charming smile of his, Henry nodded acknowledging Chris.

Furiously blushing, Y/N knew she was about to cum if Henry didn’t let up.

“Ttthanks, Evans. We, uh—ah! Appreciate the hea-heads up.”

Eying the couple suspiciously, Chris darted back and forth between Y/N and Henry unable to pinpoint what exactly felt off but walked away regardless. Y/N’s nails clawed into his forearm as her orgasm erupted in her belly.

“I’m cum--cumming!”

Her walls tightened clutching around him showing no sign of letting up. She spasmed aching for his now erect cock zipped away in the confines of his pants. Shockwaves jolted through every neuron in her body. She bit her bottom lip in hopes of concealing her guttural moans. There, in the middle of a ballroom, Y/N shattered to absolute pieces at the mere touch of her boyfriend.

“Good girl.”

Henry placed a loving kiss against her forehead glimpsing around the overly crowded room stroking her pussy to no end. She sighed when he left her warmth but not before bringing his fingers to his lips suckling like a hungry animal.

“Mmm, sweet as sin. My personal favorite.”

Y/N’s irises alit in passionate flames; “How much longer must we stay, Hen?”

“This was only the beginning, my love. The night is still young. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Y/N tilted her head his direction slyly maneuvering her hand over his hard cock. She squeezed reassuringly coaxing him into fleeting submission.

“Alright, tough guy. I’ll sit here like a horny teenager and play the dutiful girlfriend. On one condition.”

“Name it, love.”

“You. Me. Car sex on the way home. Kal can wait a tad longer.”

“Done. Absolutely done.”

“Now to distract myself until then. Kegels it is.”

“Ha! You are a vixen, my dear.”

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch as Y/N gazed up at Henry. Thanking her lucky stars simply didn’t seem like enough when it came to their love, that she knew for sure. And so, for the remainder of the awards ceremony, Y/N twittered in her chair craving for a hint of meager satisfaction. Henry laughed wishing he could bend her over the table and fuck her.

God, he would give just about anything to feel her walls shutter around his dick. He pictured the sensation of her skin slapping against him. Pre-cum oozed from his tip moistening the material on his gray boxer briefs.

He tried to curve his lustful thoughts watching her squirm delightfully without any relief. Unexpectedly, the lights brightened signaling a commercial break. Just his luck.

“Damnit, woman. I must be inside you. Bathroom. Now.”

He gritted his teeth making his words sound short and assertive. Y/N smiled smugly, like a whore in church before speaking the two final words that would bring him to his knees; “Yes, sir.”

Y/N winked reaching for his hand to follow in pursuit. Oh, how the night is young indeed.

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xseaxwitchxkpop · 3 years

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Have Your Cake and Eat It, Too (3)

Kinda sad I can’t make a pun with this title, but oh well. This is the third part and perhaps the final (unless someone wants like a funny/crack part four with the members pressing Yunho and San about why they spent the night). I hope y’all enjoy, ya filthy animals.

Part One // Part Two

Disclaimers/CW: mommy kink, fem!reader, dom!reader, dom!Yunho, sub!San, tall!reader, plussize!reader, daddy kink, anal, pussy eating, masturbation, nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), riding, ass eating, hair pulling, choking, fingering, communication is important (everything discussed beforehand), consent is sexy

Requested: NO

Group: ATEEZ -- San, Yunho

Word Count: 3,110

You cracked your eyes open, awoken by gentle ministrations on your clit. You sighed, not gaining any sexual pleasure from it, but it was certainly relaxing. You craned your neck to the right, locking eyes with Yunho who was responsible for the hand on your pussy.

“Good morning, sleepy head, how you doin’?” he asked, ending the question with a sleepy smile full of mischief. You lifted your hand from San’s shoulder, who was still sound asleep, and gently smacked Yunho, who dipped a couple of fingers into your pussy as a response.

A soft moan left your lips, and he curled his fingers, not quite hitting your g-spot, but it still felt good nonetheless.

You felt more than heard San mumble against your chest, head buried in your chest. “What’d you say, Sannie?” you whispered.

He lifted his head and looked at you, then sort of turned his head towards Yunho, squinting his eyes in the gentle yellow light of the sun. “I said,” he began, yawning a little before continuing, “why are you playing without me? It’s my birthday, not yours.”

Yunho chuckled softly and removed his fingers from your pussy and moved them to message San’s asshole. San mewled, opening his eyes further and sucking in a breath. You scooted out of the bed as Yunho rolled San onto his stomach, sticking a finger in and San moaning into the sheets.

As Yunho worked San’s hole open, you took off your dress, feeling awkward that you were the only one with clothes on; you felt a wet spot on the front where San presumably drooled in his sleep.

You made your way to the nightstand and opened the drawer where you always had condoms stored and fished one out, checking the date to make sure it was still good. You also grabbed the lube and tapped Yunho on the shoulder, handing both to him.

When Yunho took his hands away from San’s ass, San turned around, leaning on his arm and watched Yunho roll the condom down on his cock that was standing upright and slightly red at the top. San’s mouth started to water thinking about Yunho pounding him into the mattress as he’s done before, but this time you were watching, and the thought sent a pleasant shiver up his spine and let out a low whine.

“Aw, is our cumslut so impatient for his hole to be filled?” you drawl sweetly, seated on the chair he occupied just last night and spread your legs, showing him your pussy that gleamed slightly, wet thanks to Yunho’s morning fingers.

Yunho took San by the shoulders and pulled him to his knees, San facing you and Yunho at his back. Slowly, Yunho slipped a couple of lubed fingers into San’s asshole, earning a small “fuck” from the male in question and grabbed his hair to force his eyes on you.

“Look at how pretty mommy’s pussy is. Looks delicious, right?” Yunho taunted San, biting his ear in the process. You were slowly circling your clit and playing with one of your nipples, making intense eye contact with San as if to say you will listen to me, you’re at my mercy, not his.

“Ngghh Sannie, baby, I need your mouth,” you moan out, continuing to play with yourself. San leaned forward but Yunho’s hand in his hair yanked him back, a moan falling from San’s mouth.

“Daddyyyyyyyy, I want mommy’s cunt, look at it,” San whined, desperately trying to get to you, cock an angry red that indicates you and Yunho are getting to him.

You dip two of your fingers in your cunt, exaggerating a moan to get a rise out of San, which worked. “The only way you get this,” you started, dragging your fingers out of you and licking them, making a show for San, “is if you take Yunho’s cock like a good whore, letting him use you as he pleases.”

San gasped as Yunho pushed his cock into San’s hole, both boys moaning as Yunho’s entire dick was swallowed by San. You watched intently, leaning on your knees and resisting to touch yourself, wanting to drink in San in all his glory from a new point of view.

Yunho slowly dragged himself out and then quickly thrusted back in, hand moving from San’s hair to his throat, squeezing lightly and the other hand splayed across San’s midsection, dragging out a long “daddy.”

Yunho repeated this rhythm a few more times, San’s cock leaking profusely and getting some precum on the bed sheets. “Please just fuck me, master, please, I can’t take it,” San whined out when the pressure on his throat lessened.

“Daddy” was Yunho’s preferred title most of the time, but every once in a blue moon, San would let the title “master” slip in fits of desperation which snapped something in Yunho every time and made him borderline feral.

Yunho looked at you for permission and you nodded your head. Yunho took his head from San’s throat and grabbed his hair, shoving his face into the bed and picking up speed as he grabbed San’s other arm and pulled it back, half of San’s face visible and half on the bed.

“Is this what my prince wanted, hmm? Face down, ass up, completely at my mercy?” Yunho grunted out. You cleared your throat at the last part of his question, shooting daggers at him.

“I’m the one in charge, not you, jackass, keep that in mind,” you spat, leaving no room for being challenged. San let out a moan that reverberated through the room at the tension between you and Yunho, fueling his submissiveness and the feeling going straight to his cock.

Yunho picked up on your tone, but instead of heading it as a warning, he decided to challenge you back. He slowed down his thrusts to an agonizing speed that had San trying to back up, getting any sense of the previous fast friction.

“You better fuck him like the doll he is, master, or I’ll get out my cock and do it myself,” you warned, tensions between you and Yunho doing wonders to the sexual atmosphere, injecting it with a sense of danger and apprehension. The strap-on you had in mind to bring out was bigger than Yunho, so that would double the humiliation.

“Fine, mistress, he’ll be screaming in no time.”

Yunho took the bottle of lube from the bed, squirted some more onto San’s asshole, squirted some more on his own dick when he took himself out of San, then threw it back into the sheets. He reentered San, gave a couple of experimental thrusts, placed his hands on San’s hips, then set a brutal pace, locking eyes with you as San could do nothing but grip the sheets in front of him and whine and pant, closing his eyes at the sensation.

Your pussy was throbbing and you reached down to feel how wet you were; a string of wetness connected your pussy to your fingers and, keeping eye contact with Yunho, once again licked your fingers clean and it was Yunho’s turn to moan loudly.

Your attention was turned back to San, taking in the beauty of his scrunched up nose, furrowed eyebrows, mouth making a beautifully imperfect “o” shape, and light hitting one of his hands, showing off his tanned skin and catching his veins nicely.You could see the sheen of sweat on his arm muscles and beads of sweat running down his brow; you could’ve sworn some sweat made its way into his mouth but he didn’t seem to care at all, lost in the pleasure of being pounded by Yunho and the knowledge that you were watching.

“Pl-please, nghgh, fuck, dad--mommy, I’m----” he cut himself off with a load moan, cum leaking from his cock to the bed, body twitching in response to the intensity of the orgasm and Yunho’s brutal pace not letting up, fucking him into overstimulation and all San could do was pant and whine.

You got up and made your way over to the boys, cupping San’s face in your hands. “Slow down, Yunho, I want you to come in me, not him,” you demanded, looking up at the male in question. Yunho slowed down then eventually pulled out, drawing a shiver from San as he did so.

Yunho got off the bed, taking the condom off and making his way to the bathroom to throw it in the trash. You took the opportunity to push San onto his back, straddling him and rubbing your clit across his spent dick, making the male under you mewl in sensitivity.

Your hands were on his shoulders to steady yourself as you did so. “What do you want, whore? This pussy? Do you deserve it? Does your mouth belong on my cunt, suffocating you with my juices?” you ask, teasing him further.

San gave a small moan of indignation, trying to gain his focus back after the brutal beating his asshole just took. He looked up at you with post-orgasm haziness, nodding slowly as he absentmindedly stroked your thighs and running his hands across your chubby stomach as he always liked doing to help him ground himself.

“I didn’t hear you, slut,” you tut, forcing yourself to not give in immediately. Yunho took your place in the chair, watching the scene as you did previously.

“Yes, mommy, I’ve been good. I wanna eat you out, please,” San begged, finally gaining back most of his focus, looking up at you with hope.

You held back the urge to chastise him because your aching cunt won out. You get up and slowly guide yourself to hover over his mouth, teasing him. You couldn’t take your own teasing and sat yourself on his face. He moaned into your cunt and gripped your thighs, fingers feeling the thick flesh that made it so fun to sit on his face and squish his head.

He set to work, doing everything in his arsenal to make you feel the best, eating like a man starved. “Just like that, baby, fuck, it feels so good,” you praise, rocking back and forth for more pleasure.

Yunho was leaned back in the chair, cock now an angry red and leaking precum as he had a difficult time not to come in San’s ass and now struggling to not touch himself, saving that for when you gets a chance at felling your cunt around him, remembering how you took his entire length and girth with no problem, something he had trouble with with other female hookups.

One of your hands made work of one of your nipples while the other one gripped San’s hair, losing yourself in the pleasure that San gave you. Soon enough, he had you cumming on his face, lapping up everything he could before you pulled yourself away.

You leaned down to smother San’s mouth, the taste of you overpowering the taste of morning breath for both parties. You felt Yunho kissing your shoulder, something you interpreted to mean that he had a question.

He made his way to your ear when you pulled away from San and asked, “You think you can ride me? I’ve been thinking about it non-stop since last night.”

You take a moment, pretending to ponder his question. “You think your dick is up for the job?” you jab as your hand reaches down to brush the organ in question. Yunho hissed at the contact, his dick twitching in your hand.

“Try me,” he responded.

You crawled off San and pulled him up off the bed as Yunho got in and settled down, smile playing on his lips and hands linked behind his head, his cock sitting perfectly against his abdomen, waiting to be used.

Before you sent San off to the chair, Yunho spoke up. “C’mere, our sweet birthday boy, I know you have another orgasm in you.” He used his fingers to motion for San to come to him; the boy in question looked at Yunho in interest, wondering what Yunho would suggest. “Let me eat your ass, baby.”

San quickly got into position and Yunho forced him down on his face by his hips. You took the opportunity to straddle Yunho and slowly plunged on his dick, relishing in the feeling of being stretched out perfectly, the tip of his dick brushing your cervix, a mix of slight pain and immense pleasure, bottoming out completely. Yunho couldn’t help but moan at the contact, San feeling the vibrations and whimpering and the sensation.

As you bounced, rocked, and moved on Yunho’s cock, you pulled San’s head towards yours as he was facing you, making out with him and him enthusiastically reciprocating. Muffled moans filled the air as your other hand went to pump San’s dick and the hand not steadying himself went to your clit, circling it in time with Yunho’s ass eating and your dick bouncing.

It wasn’t long before Yunho busted inside of you, dick twitching and his moans muffled by San, who felt every small noise coming from Yunho’s lips. You felt Yunho’s hips stutter in an attempt to give up, but he pushed through, fucking his cum further into you as you followed after him, the sensation of his cock and the nerves of your clit being stimulated almost too much. San himself held out a little longer and it took you death-gripping his hair and kissing his neck to make him finally cum a second time.

You and San fell into each other after Yunho moved San’s ass away to catch his breath. The three of you stayed that way for a few minutes, catching your breath and basking in the fun that each of you had.

You were the first to move, gently lifting San away from you and slowly slipping Yunho’s dick out from your pussy, letting out a satisfied sigh in the process. You gently guided San to sit beside Yunho, who took San in his arms with no hesitation and cuddled him, kissing the top of his head.

“How about a bath, hmm? Does that sound nice, sweetheart?” you asked San gently, getting a small nod in response. You put on your bathrobe and start running the water and filling the tub with San’s favorite scent.

Meanwhile, Yunho was petting San’s hair, telling him how well he did, San just giggling in response. “How late is it?” San wondered, turning around in Yunho’s arms and looking at the phone on the nightstand.

“It’s only 11am. I thought it would be later,” San mused.

“Well, we did go to bed fairly early last night, so I guess we got up fairly early, too,” Yunho answered. He sat up, stretching and yawning, deciding that he’d take the responsibility of changing the sheets and general clean up as you were running the bath.

You came out of the bathroom, taking San by the arm. “Yah, Yunho, are you going to join us in the bathroom?” you said, taking in the sight of Yunho putting his underwear on and a pair of your sweatpants after cleaning San’s cum off his stomach.

“In a little bit! I’m gonna clean San’s cum off this blanket then change the sheets,” he responded, not wanting anything to crust over. You shrugged your shoulders, about to drag San into the bathroom until he stopped you.

“Y/N, can we eat some snacks in the bath? I’m starving,” he told you with his puppy-dog eyes. You didn’t see way not as this was his aftercare and there would be no further shenanigans in the tub. You nodded your head with a smile on your face and he burst into a big smile, grabbing one of the bags and dragging you to the bathroom, the smell of his favorite bubble bath already making him feel better and loved.

You got into the tub first and then San followed, leaning against your chest and then tearing open a bag of mini rice cakes outside the tub, shoving a couple in his mouth before offering one to you. You open your mouth and he puts it in, sitting in front of you so you could wash his back.

“I need to wash your hair sweetie, it’s dirty with sweat,” you said, letting him know before you dump water on his head that could accidentally get his snacks wet, which would be fun for no one.

Yunho took care of first cleaning the blanket off with a baby wipe then throwing it in your hamper. Afterward, he took off the sheets and made his way to the cabinet where you kept your bed sheets in the living room and stepped on something hard and slightly sticky. He looked down and saw the minute leftovers of the lollipop San had in his mouth that he must’ve dropped when you took him by surprise last night.

He took a pair of scissors off the counter and cut it from the carpet, throwing it away and proceeding with the bed sheets. When he was done and went to the bathroom, you and San were talking about an anime that you too were watching as he, at his stubborn insistence, fed you food as he fed himself, leaning against your chest and tummy. Yunho decided that at you took care of that, he’d set about putting out changes of clothes for you and San and went to the fridge to see what food you had to cook up a late breakfast, though he wasn’t sure if you and San would be hungry enough after the snacks.

After the bath, you and San got dressed and made way to the living room/kitchen hybrid area where Yunho was, looking at your fridge. “Why do you have so little food in here, Y/N? I see you eating all the time! You need to learn how to cook instead of spending money on take out.”

“Well,” you said, “take out tastes better.” Yunho closed the fridge and cocked an eyebrow at you, sighing in defeat.

“Can we go back to the cafe for brunch?” San asked, making his way to Yunho and hanging off his arm.

“It would have to be light because of dinner at 3 with the others,” Yunho pointed out. San hummed in response, kissing Yunho on the cheek and then making his way back to you.

“Join us for that, at least, please,” he asked you, leaning on you and sticking his chin on your shoulder.

“Alright, I can do that,” you answered, loving the way San’s face lit up and your agreement.

#ateez #lemon hours #fem!reader #plussize!reader #tall!reader #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!ateez #sub!san #dom!yunho

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buttplug + gray?👀👀👀

wakeheart was quickly becoming one of the fastest and upcoming brands on the scene. it’s powerful message touched the thousands of people who had purchased their products, and therefore it was no surprise that drop after drop, the brand continued to grow and become more successful day by day, with saws only increases and the team continuously growing.

not only were the dolan twins the name, face and money behind the brand, they were always the geniuses behind each launch. throwing a massive celebration in gratitude to all their hard working and dedicating team members, rewarding them for all their efforts and commitment to wakeheart.

tonight was a night like no other. after a record sell out of christmas candle bundles and a new secret product development, the wakeheart team celebrations were in full swing. a fancy three course dinner, finished with a night of dancing and everyone letting loose. ceo grayson dolan- was looser than most.

he sat head of the table, ethan one side, you the other. dressed in a dapper three piece suit,a snugg enough fit to display his build physique whilst always maintaining comfort and mobility. you couldn’t take your eyes of him. he looked so incredibly sexy, handsome, breathtakingly beautiful & the way his cheeks blushed red, one leg bouncing uncontrollably under the table, you were finding it hard to keep your juice from flowing straight out of you.

the entire meal he was squirming around in his seat, consuming ridiculous amounts of water as he felt himself starting to sweat under his restrictive clothing, his mouth going dry, palms clammy. his fingers curling deep into the open skin on your thigh, pushing side the slit in your red, backless ballgown dress as he needed some sort of relief. the whole world going by completely oblivious to the small vibrating contraction shoved up deep inside grayson dolan’s tight little hole.

it took some efforts to get it in. due to the failure of getting him to relax- this was grayson, the man was a walking talking energiser bunny- mixed with the tightness and resircition of his hole, it was a miracle he was able to operate as well as he was. never having anything penetrating his arsehole so deeply, he was unsure if he was feeling more pain than pleasure.

however when you reached into your purse discreetly, fingers finding exactly what they were looking for and fiddling around with the nibble remote, you take control of his actions. pressing the button that would make or break grayson, you tease the level of vibration. turning the dial up ever so slightly in order for grayson to feel a small change in pressure.

“y/n-“ he growls, his voice low so only you can hear. a warning tone that said not to push him any further, yet you always did love to break the rules.

“yes, daddy?” your voice barely above a whisper. fluttering your eyelashes innocently at him, making him regret ever bringing you along tonight. he could never control himself around you and was fighting the urge to bend you over the table and destroy your delicious pussy in front of everyone.

the ach between his cheeks makes him warm, flustered and extremely desperate for some sort of release as he sends side eye daggers at you from his seat. trying to minimise any suspicious as his hole clenches when he feels you give in and turn the toy up to a higher setting. smirking to yourself as you tuck into you dessert like you weren’t controlling a buttplug snug in your boyfriends arse. you played deeper into the innocence act, teasing grayson that little bit more by the way you lick seductively on the spoon, splurging and sucking on the ice cream-vegan- as if it was his own cum.

grayson chokes out a moan, slamming his fist on the table in reflect as he startles a clueless ethan. “you good, bro?” ethan turns to his twin, patting a hand on his back to try and ease whatever grayson was experiencing. if only he knew.

“m’fine, went down the wrong hole.” graysons voice is raspy, still coughing up straggled air as he once again reaches for his water to try and clear his throat.

“i know you’re dyslexic, bro, but how do you choke on ice cream.”

“fuck off, e,”

their little spat was cut short, both by the interruption from adele to inform them its time for their speech, and by you giggling to yourself as you brush a hand over his throbbing crotch under the table. please with his reaction when he thrusts into your touch and let’s out a whimper.

grayson is quick to jump to his feet, your hand falling off his lap and he adjusts the band of his pants. clearing his throat once more and avoiding all eye contact as he trails closely behind ethan to the small stage they had set up on the dance floor. every step he took on stage to give his big highly anticipated speech, he was reminded of the sliver coloured, medium sized buttplug nestled into his arse.

standing in a room where all eyes are on him, your evil, lustfilled ones are the only set he notices. he quickly became overcome with a feeling like no other. legs tremble, his arse hole quaking as he has to grip onto ethans shoulder for support. to others, it’s look as if it’s an encouraging embrace before a public speech, but to you- it was sign grayson was ready to spill his load at any moment.

but he soon as no time to think, to collecting him, to cum, as ethan hands him the mic and makes him do the honours of addressing the room. he gulps, running a hand across his forehead to rub away the sweat, his finger have a right grip on the mic as you reach onto your purse once more and time the vibrations up to the highest setting.

“thank you all for coming. id like to give a huge thanks to- fuck.”

“i erm, thanks to our whole team, you guys are- ahhh fuck,” his nails dig deep into the skin on his thigh as you sit smirking at his discomfort. your fingers teasing the remote as you have him right where you wanted. trembling and coming down in a room full of hundreds. professional business people at that.

his pants get tighter, an obvious bulge sticking out like a sore thumb. am evidently flushed and weak grayson biting down harshly on the skin of his cheek as he muffled his moans.

ethan has to takes over, signing on the speech on behalf of himself and his trembling twin. grayson can all but stand there, body shifted off the side behind ethan as under his suit, his body is littered with gooseneck, dripping with set as the euphoric feeling between his cheeks never lets up.

he’s booking it off the stage, reaching for your arm from your seat front row. not even allowing you time to put your drink down as he’s dragging you to the bathroom. pushing past people trying to congratulate him or get a glimpse at the ceo. his mind preoccupied with the pre cum leaking down his inner thigh and the slickness of your cunt he can’t wait to destroy the minute you’re alone.

graysons hands are around your neck. lips barely brushing over yours as he pushes you roughly up again the toilet door. making sure to look it first before he can treat you like his little slut as payback. no mercy in sight as he feels the tightness of his wall continue to be stretched out but your little friend.

“you’re so in for it tonight, whore. s’think you’re funny huh? playing around with the little toy in daddies arsehole, let’s see how you like it when i put you on your knees, eating out my tight, wet hole from the mess you made.”

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adzrielfaie · 2 years

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I got to watch The Wheel of Time alone tonight, so I took notes about the episode because I love reading those and seeing what catched people's attention. It was, again, so good! There's a lot I didn't notice the first time 🤣 I looked for Fain when I heard the whistle, but couldn't find him. The portal stones, the tiny guitar on Asmodean. Second time around with my bf, I only spotted Fain once 😮‍💨 felt a lot like where's Waldo!

Here goes :

Oof, Stepin has such a haunted look, it makes the scene very emotional even if I didn't care much about Kerene.

Nynaeve holding on to her braid 🥺

That round funeral shot looks so good.

I'm really liking the intro, now. I wasn't a fan at first, but it's grown on me.

Oh wow, huge time jump!

Moiraine and Lan are so precious!!

Oh, they exchanged their horses for cloaks and some money? Dagger Mat is intense. Rand thinking he's seen that mountain before 😭

Oooooh the bridges are pretty!! So is Tar Valon! Blood and ashes indeed, Rand!

Basel Gill or another old friend of Thom? 🤔 He's supposed to be in Caemlyn, but I think he was cast for season 1? I'm confused and it doesn't matter.

Ouch my heart. "Tell me again... The little girl on the farm...". Ouch, don't hurt me like that! Poor baby.

Nynaeve ♥️ lol Moiraine sees right through her tough act "it's alright to be afraid" yeah no, not to Nynaeve 🥺

Tuatha'an are brave, but like, don't stand in the way of Valda, please, he'll hurt you 🥺 yup, he did.

Nerdy Rand ♥️♥️♥️ Loial!!! "I'm not an Aielman!" Oh baby. Jain Farstrider! Yeah sure, it reminded Rand of Egwene... and he didn't mention that he loves those stories, too, right. Like, to the point of naming his horse after Jain's, somehow... 🧐 I love that his first move to help Mat is : books! (Also, no tower, and comfort, and love, but still... Prophecy book!)

Oh Mat won't remember that promise when he's healed, won't he?

Liandrin hit by a radish and we didn't get to see?! Rude.

Stupid young boy with a death wish being bonded by an Aes Sedai is quite a common trope in this universe...

Yup, Lan and Moiraine are so precious.

Wo! Hands off Egwene!!! Wtf. Wtf. Gosh do I love Egwene 🥰 aaaaah hands off Perrin, too!! Ohhhh Perrin Goldeneyes!! Wtf is Valda doing? (Much emotions, here)

I'm surprised Nynaeve stayed where Moiraine told her to... Poor baby must be so scared. Stepin breaking my heart just there.

Nynaeve and Rand, my precious babies reunited by Loial 🥰 Bonding over their distrust of Aes Sedai, of course. Love them. Oh, I love that they kept Nynaeve healing Egwene and their link. She's unbreakable. Yup. 🥺🥺

Perrin 😭 sweet baby. Gosh Marcus is so good in this scene. The wolves sure are taking their sweet time, uh.

Pfff, fuck off Liandrin, you know very well where Moiraine hid Nynaeve. Stop trying to be sexy, I don't want to like you!

Wait, the forsaken!?! Forsaken statuettes? 🤣 Ishamael, thanks for pointing to him, I wouldn't have known. Graendal is the only easy one to spot. Is that Lanfear (not sure, no moon to help me), the long neck one gives me Semirrhage vibes, I don't know why. Gosh I'm so bad at identifying the male forsaken, I can't figure out any of them 🤣 I'm pretty bad at visualizing stuff from books in my head (vibes I get, looks? Not so much), so that was hard.

At first I thought Alanna was eating a peach and got so confused.

Damn Lan's speech to Nynaeve is going to be so good. Oh no. Stepin used Nynaeve's herbs on Lan! Of course. Like, I guessed it from the teaser, but still, argh, I got caught in the moment and forgot he had to go kill himself. 😭

Hmm ok, Lan's yell makes sense. I figured it would, but it's so weird for Lan to express that much emotions.

#wheel of time spoilers #wot on prime spoilers

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monaownsmyass · 3 years

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Convince Her

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Queen B

Pairing: Veronica Lombardi x MC (Bea Hughes)

Genre: Fluff but like, a little smutty and angsty?

Rating: Uh... NSFW 🤭 Sexual scenes, strong language

Word Count: 6,793 (explains why I took so long doesn’t it)

A/N: Things seem to be going great with Veronica and MC but when V is forced to choose between MC and her online presence, things get a little bumpy. This is a continuation of Influence Her. This took me so long and so much energy and effort I wanna die 😭 I’ve been writing the whole day so if some parts are off, I’m sorry, I’m a little loopy rn. Anyway, V stans, come get y’all’s feast!

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle @djtjsmith14 @jjlover01 @soft-for-drake @dopeyouth @alexroyard @satrinadia @toalltheboysididntlove @mypegasifly @samanthadalton @playallthechoices @queensayeed @fundamentalromantic (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics and if you only want to be tagged for certain pairings.)

2nd 'Date'

"Where are you going?" Zoey asked curiously, eyeing me up and down as I approached the living room.

"Uh, the library, why?" I said, fidgeting uncomfortably.

I definitely was not going to the library but she didn't need to know that.

"The library, huh, babe?" she said skeptically and stood up from the sofa, walking towards me. "Right, to the library... wearing your push-up bra and that sexy perfume of yours."

"Um, yeah?"

"You're definitely not sneaking off to meet a certain someone, hm?" she hummed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I played dumb, pretending to busy myself by checking my bag. "I'm just going to... read..."

My roommate started circling me, gazing at my outfit that was the farthest thing from anything anyone would wear to stare at words on some pages.

Why did I say the library? I groaned and cussed inwardly at myself.

"So you're not gonna meet this special someone who so happens to be the queen of social media and is ranked top three in Belvoire and is one of the hottest persons here and also has the hots for you and grew on you only after the first date and made out with you outside our suite, which, I heard everything, by the way, and made you day dream about her for the past few weeks and-"

"I did not daydream about her!" I said defensively then immediately, my eyes widened.

"Oh? So you do know who I'm talking about."

I stayed silent, contemplating my next words as she stared at me.

"I'm talking about one Veronica Lombardi."

"I know who you're talking about," I snapped.

Zoey giggled and gave me a pat on the cheek. "Aww, look at you, scoring a second date with Vivi."

"It's not a date! We're just hanging out."

"Ah, so you are going out with her!"

I bit my lip and sighed. "So what if I am?"

"Eek! I'm so happy for my bestie!"

She crushed me in a hug and which took me aback and left me gasping for air.

"Thanks... Zo...!" I struggled to get out.

"Okay, okay," she pulled back and smooth out my clothes, pushing me towards the door. "Go get your girl!"

"She's not my-"

"Yeah, yeah, we've been through this before, now go!"

I smiled, shaking my head at Zoey before stepping out.

"Oh, and Bea?"

"Yeah?" I turned to look at her.

"If you're gonna shove your tongue down her throat against the door, try not to be so loud this time, okay?"

I grabbed a pen from the side table by the door and chucked it at her. "Zo!"

She clutched her stomach laughing as the pen bounced off her shoulder harmlessly.

"Bye, babe! Have fun," she blew me a kiss as I finally walked out.

~*~*~

5th Date

"Oh! Veronica!"

"I love it when you moan my name," she groaned against my neck where she was left aggressive nips and kisses, no doubt leaving her mark on me. I felt her smirk against my skin. "You sound so hot."

We found ourselves in her car after our date at the park. And yeah, yeah, I admit, it was a date. What was meant to be a sweet, innocent kiss turned into a heated make out session with me on her lap and her hands on my ass, guiding me to move against her.

I ground myself harder into her, her words making me whimper and encouraging me even further. Her lips travelled further down to the exposed skin of my chest that was left uncovered by my buttoned shirt, leaving kisses.

"Mm, V! I need to feel your lips on mine."

My hands that were wrapped around her neck brought her face up to mine and I smashed my lips against hers in a fiery passion. She moaned against my lips and I felt a shot of heat rush through my body at the gorgeous sound, making me groan in return.

I felt a hand slip down to my thigh, giving it a squeeze while the other moved around my waist and pulled me closer into her. She bit my lower lip, making me shiver in her arms.

"Oh, you like that, huh, beautiful?" she teased with a smile.

The hand that was on my thigh quickly moved around to give me a sharp slap on the backside. I collapsed onto her, gasping as I felt myself getting soaked, still grinding against her.

"You liked that too, hm?" she said cockily. "Such a naughty girl."

"God, you're so annoying," I grumbled between breaths and straightened up. "You talk to much!"

I forced her head into my cleavage where she hummed and immediately began nipping at the skin that wasn't covered by my bra. "Thank fuck I found a way to shut you up."

I felt her chuckle against my chest as her hand on my thigh crept up under my skirt, massaging as she went. It approached dangerously close to where I wanted her the most and I was sure she could feel the heat radiating from between my legs. I squeezed them together, wanting to some sort of pressure against my center.

"Please, V," I whined. "I need you to touch me. I need to feel you."

She lifted her face from my breast. "Touch you? Where?" she responded playfully, smiling. Her hand grabbed onto my thigh. "Here?" Then moved up to cup my chest. "Or here?" And then further up to my next to clutch at my throat. "Or did you mean here?"

"Fuck you," I cussed at her but with a grin, grasping her hand and brought it down between my thighs, gasping when her hand made contact with my damp panties under my skirt. "Here."

She kissed along my jaw and made her way up to my ear where she bit my earlobe and whispered huskily into my ear, "You're so wet for me, beautiful."

I let out a loud moan when I felt her hand slip into my underwear, working her hand back and forth. "I've wanted this since we first hung out together."

"Not since you first saw me?" Veronica spoke teasingly into my ear. Her fingers moved faster and I threw my head back with my eyes closed, panting hard.

"No comment," I managed to get out even though my thoughts were clouded in desire and pleasure wrecked my body.

"Looks like you're gonna have to wait a little longer," she smirked and took her hand away. I whimpered from the lost of contact and glared daggers at her.

"What?!"

"What?" she asked back laughing, casually taking her fingers in her mouth.

"You're such a jerk!" I slapped her shoulders in disbelief. "Why can't you just finish me off?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

"God, you're insufferable!" I huffed and got off of her, plopping myself back onto the passenger's seat.

"Aww, you're adorable when you're mad," she cooed and pinched my cheek. "I promise to make it up to you."

I swatted her hand away but felt myself start smiling. "You better watch out, Lombardi. Next time is gonna be hell for you."

She looked at me in the eyes and the intensity in them did nothing to calm my libido.

"Why are you threatening me with a good time, darling?"

I rolled my eyes at her even though I could feel the heat creep up to my cheeks. "I'm gonna tease you till you're begging me to stop."

"And what if I do the same?" She moved in closer to me.

"Then I'd say," I whispered, our lips skimming each other's, not quite touching. "Game on."

~*~*~

8th DATE

"I still can't believe you brought me to an arcade! I haven't been to one since I was a kid."

"You and me both," Veronica laughed as she grabbed my hand, making my heart leap. "I haven't been here in years!"

We played a bunch of games, trying to outdo the other by seeing how many tickets we could get from the same machine. I clutched the heap we won so far in one arm as I giggled along with her, letting her lead me to the next arcade machine. "I definitely won that last one."

"No way! I swear you were cheating."

"How would I cheat at skeeball?" I laughed.

"Maybe you leaned in closer when I wasn't looking!"

"That wouldn't help at all. Plus, I saw you staring at me the entire time." I looked at her pointedly with a brow raised.

"You have no proof."

We laughed and I moved my arm to wrap around her bicep. "What do you think we can get with all these tickets?"

"Plenty of stuff, but we aren't done yet," she glanced back at me with that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes.

"V... What else do you have planned?" I asked cautiously.

"You'll see."

"Are you gonna get us into trouble?"

She gave me a lazy grin. "Maybe."

She brought me to a machine at the corner of the arcade. It was decorated with rockets and stars and anything else to do with space. There was barely anyone around since it was a weekday but this side of the place was completely deserted.

"No one comes to this part 'cuz it's supposedly the hardest games to win tickets," she laughed, shaking her head. "I honestly can't believe it's still here after all this time."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll explain later, right now, I'm gonna tell you what you have to do."

She lead me a few paces away from the machine. "Okay, so I'm gonna do a little tinkering and I'm gonna walk away. After a while, it's just gonna start spurting out a bunch of tickets, so you just gotta take 'em and leave."

"Wait, what-"

But she already started walking towards the machine. She shot me a wink over her shoulder and placed a finger over her lips.

She nonchalantly looked at the machine, inspecting it from different angles. She bent down and reached behind it then under, fumbling around until she finally stood up. She gave it a hard jerk and the machine gave out a loud whirr.

"Hey, you! Stop!"

We both whirled around to see a worker pointing at Veronica and rushing towards her.

She ran past me, smiling. "Well, that looks like my cue to leave!"

"Oi! Get back here!" the worker shouted and started racing after her around the arcade while she laughed joyfully.

I had to stifle my giggles behind a fist as I watched the scene unfold.

God, this was amusing.

Veronica sprinted out of the building and apparently the worker had enough of chasing her. He returned to the machine and gave it a brief check before walking away.

Soon enough, it started shooting out a long stream of tickets that seemed never-ending. I quickly started gathering them in my arms that were already full of the tickets we won.

'V!' I sent her a quick text. 'Get your ass back here!'

She sent me the laughing emoji and I rolled my eyes at the screen but I couldn't help but let out a small smile.

'Alright, alright, I'm gonna try and sneak back in.'

A few minutes later, Veronica was back by my side and helping me stuff all the tickets into a bag which I had no idea where it came from.

"Where did you even get this?"

"I came prepared," was all she said.

I just shook my head at her as the machine continued to spit out the tickets.

After what seemed like forever, it finally stopped and we walked away, giggling and pretending like nothing happened.

"Where did you learn how to do that?

"My brother and I used to do this when we were younger," she explain and reached to hold my free hand. My stomach filed with butterflies as she intertwined our fingers together and I smiled. "We used to come to this very arcade. He taught me how to rig the machine and soon enough, we started doing this every other week. It was our version of bonding time." Veronica smiled at the memory and looked at me.

"I didn't know I've been going out with a felon," I teased.

"Nah, think of it like a Robin Hood situation."

"You gave the tickets to other kids?"

"When we were feeling generous."

"And how often was that?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

I laughed at her, giving her an amused look as we made our way to the redemption prize centre and looked at the wide range of selection for us to choose from.

"What would you like?" V turned to me and asked.

"Hmm, why don't you pick out something for me?"

She snaked an arm around my waist and bring me into her, making me lose my train of thought for a moment. "You sure about that?" She kissed my cheek.

"Mm, I'm regretting it now."

"Too late," she spoke. She spun me around and instructed me to close my eyes and ears.

"But why?"

"'Cuz I want to surprise you."

I groaned but complied. "This is dumb," I muttered.

"You're just no fun."

"What's that?" I shouted, pretending I didn't hear her. "Did you say something? Sorry, my ears are covered."

She laughed and stepped in front of me, holding the prize behind her back.

"What is it?"

She pulled it out and held it up to my face, grinning proudly at me.

"A board game?"

"For our next date," she explained.

My heart burst with joy at her words. While I was sure it was already a given that we'd have more dates in the future, it was so sweet to see her already thinking about our next one already.

"You're just begging to get your ass kicked again, huh? Today wasn't enough?"

She waved a hand at me. "Pft, as if. I let you win today. Next time, no mercy."

"Is that so?" I moved in closer to her.

"Mhm," she hummed. "Why don't we make things more interesting."

"I'm listening," I whispered and took her hips in my hands, bringing her closer into me.

"The winner has to punish the loser, however they see fit," she smirked.

"I like that idea. You better get ready to lose, Lombardi."

Her face moved closer to mine. "In your dreams, Hughes."

Right before our lips met, we heard a shout that made us jump back.

"You!" It was the worker from earlier.

"Time to get out of here," V tapped me on the shoulder and held onto my wrist.

We both ran out of the arcade, hand-in-hand, giggling as the man shouted after us. I looked at Veronica and saw a child-like gleam in her eyes which was absolutely adorable. It was obviously she used to get up to trouble when she was a kid. Thrill ran through my body as we ran along the sidewalk under the night sky and I could feel the adrenaline pumping in me.

Eventually, we stopped running and looked back. We stared at each other, breathing hard and then doubled over laughing.

I glanced over at her to find her smiling back at me with that heart-stopping smile of hers.

And in that moment I realised, I really liked Veronica Lombardi.

~*~*~

12th DATE!

"Come here."

I grabbed the collar of her shirt and tugged her into me then pushing her up against the wall.

"Yes ma'am," she teased and pressed our lips together. One of my hands tangled in her hair while the other fumbled around, searching for the door knob of my dorm.

"Zoey isn't in?" she asked against my lips.

"Don't know, don't care."

I pushed myself further into her and ran my hand up under her shirt and over her chest, making her groan.

"Why didn't we go to my room then?"

"Mine's closer," I whispered hurriedly as the door clicked open. "And I need you now."

I pushed Veronica past the door, never breaking off the kiss.

"Hey, ba- Oh!" Zoey stopped herself in surprise.

I walked Veronica back to the direction of my room, hands never leaving each other's bodies and lips never parting.

"I'm guessing you guys had a good date, then," Zoey added.

We crashed into the kitchen counter on the way to my room. Veronica's hand were all over me as she kissed her way down my neck.

"Mm!"

"Good to know, babe," Zoey replied.

I ignored her and finally pushed V towards my room, finally making our way past the door.

"Have fun you two," my roommate said jokingly as I shut the door behind us and shoved Veronica on the bed, straddling her.

We sure would.

~*~*~

"There she is!" Zoey cheered as I walked into our suite after class the next day.

"Uh, hey?"

"The sex was that good, huh?"

"Zo!"

"What?" she asked, laughing. "You're the one that barged in here groping and sucking the soul out of your girl as if I wasn't sitting on the couch or anything."

"I'm sorry!"

I was going to continue but she waved me off.

"I don't need to hear some lame excuse about how horny you were, I heard it all. Till an ungodly hour in the morning too like damn, you both really went at it, huh?"

"Zoey, please!" I groaned and hid my face behind my hands, heat making its way to my cheeks.

I walked towards the fridge and Zoey followed me.

"You're even walking a little funny," she giggled.

"Stoppppp!" I playfully shoved her even though I knew it was true 'cuz I still felt a little sore.

"Aw, no need to be shy! You definitely weren't last night," she smirked at me cheekily. "'Oh, V! Yes! Don't stop, please, god!'"

"That's it!" I walked off towards the direction of my bedroom. "Conversation is over."

"And then she went, 'Mmm! Bea, right there! Fuck!'" Zoey mimicked teasingly.

"Bye, Zo!" I said as I shut my room with her laughing her ass off.

~*~*~

Nth DATE!!!

I woke up to find myself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms. The familiar warmth and comfort of the embrace made me smile.

I felt the arms hug me tighter and a soft kiss was placed on my neck. I sighed in contentment and melted further into her clutch.

"G'morning, beautiful," I heard Veronica's sleepy voice whisper into my ear and my heart swelled.

"Morning, V," I yawned and turned in her arms to face her. She looked at me and smiled.

"What?" I giggled.

"Nothing, you just look really cute."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "God, V, it's too early in the morning for all your cheesiness."

"Cheesiness?" she laughed. "I'm not cheesy."

"You're like the cheesiet person I know."

"Well, even if I were, you're in my bed so it worked, didn't it?" She gave me a crooked grin.

My face was burning at this point. "You're unbelievable," I groaned but the smile on my face gave away my true emotion.

She smirked. "I know, you told me last night, remember?"

Flashbacks to the night before played in my mind and I felt my entire body get hot.

"Veronica!" I grabbed the pillow beside me and gave her a whack on the head with it as she laughed. I looked at the time on my phone and sighed. "I gotta go."

"Aw, c'mon," she said as I moved to sit up and stretched. I glanced back to find her eyes running up me down my bare back. "Can't I hold you a little longer?"

She crawled towards me and wrapped her arms around me from the back, resting her chin on my shoulder. I felt her whole body pressed up against back back as she held me tight.

"You know I wouldn't leave if I had the choice," I moved my head back to kiss her cheek.

"You going soft on me, Hughes?" she teased as I rolled my eyes.

"I could say the same about you, Lombardi."

Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss but not longer after, I pulled back which made her groan.

"I know, I know," I said as I stood up. "But I have class soon."

Before I could take a step, Veronica pounced on me and wrapped me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Ahh! V!"

"You can't escape now!" she giggled and attacked me with kisses.

"V! Stop!" I laughed along with her.

"No!"

"Please!" I wheezed out. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise!"

"Promise?"

"Yes!"

"Fine," she said sadly as she reluctantly let go off me and as much as I was protesting, I was already regretting it and thinking twice about going to class.

"I'll see you later, okay?" I told her as I reached for my clothes, putting on my bra and underwear before reaching for my pants while she did the same.

"Mhm," she hummed.

"V? Where's my shirt?" I asked, looking around.

"I don't know...," she spoke in a low, mischievous tone that caused me to whip my head to look at her.

There she was, one hand on her hip and holding my shirt in the other. She looked at me with a cheeky glint in her eyes and a small smirk on her lips. "Wherever could it have gone?"

"V, give it back," I stepped in her direction and reached for it but she held it out of my reach.

"Give what back? I don't know what you're about." She jogged past me to the other side of her room and grinned at me.

"Oh, that's what we're doing, huh?" I quickly moved towards her but she evaded me and jumped onto the bed instead.

"You're gonna try harder than that," she laughed and jumped off the bed as I lunged after her.

I started chasing after her around the room, the both of us giggling like children playing a game of catch.

"Veronica! Come back here!"

"You wish, Hughes!"

Eventually, I managed to corner her against the wall.

"Got you now," I grinned at her, both hands pressed against the wall to trap her. "Give it back."

Veronica was holding my shirt up, still out of my reach. She gave me an entertained look and shook her head. "No."

I was about to retort when an idea popped into my mind.

"Fine," I said and moved away from her. She looked at me curiously as I walked to her closet and started rifling through her clothes.

"Are you gonna steal one of my shirts?" she asked in amusement.

"Yes, I am."

One particular sweater caught my attention. She always wore it whenever she invited me over to her room. I removed it from the hanger as Veronica crept up behind me to see what I had chosen.

"Seriously? My favourite sweater?"

"Yup!" I tossed it over my head and felt the comfy fabric envelope my body. It smelt just like her which made me smile. "I think it's only fair. Since you're not planning on giving back my shirt, I'm gonna take your sweater then."

"Y'know what, darling?" she asked and pulled me into her, hand still holding onto my shirt. "I think it's a pretty fair trade."

"You do, hm?" I said teasingly. "Why don't we seal the deal with a kiss?"

Her arms wrapped around my neck as I brought her closer to me by the waist. She gave me a brash smile. "Just say you want to kiss me."

"Shut up."

Our lips met in a slow, tender kiss and suddenly, I didn't care that I was running late for class.

~*~*~

Aftermath...

"Veronica!" I heard a shrill voice shout from outside my room a while after Bea left.

I sighed and shouted back, "What do you want, Poppy?"

"Let me in!"

I groaned and got off my bed to open the door for her, knowing she would just scream until I let her in anyway.

"Yes?" I questioned, clearly annoyed.

She brushed past me and entered my room. An angel walked out only for the devil to come in. She turned to face me and crossed her arms. "We need to talk."

"About?"

She rolled her eyes. "Farmsville, duh!"

"Bea, you mean."

"Aw how cute," she mocked with a jeer. "Protecting your little girlfriend."

"Cut the crap, Pops. What is it?"

"Break off whatever fling you have going on with Bea," she said her name with distaste on her lips, cutting right to the chase.

I scoffed. "Why would I do that?"

"When was the last time you vlogged? Or live-streamed?" Poppy asked, ignoring my question.

I paused for a while. "Almost a week ago."

"A week, V. A week," she tsked and pretended to busy herself with the makeup on my dresser. "You used to do it all the time. Speaking of, why haven't you been vlogging or live-streaming your stupid dates? Embarrassed the Veronicats would find out their precious Vivi Lombardi is dating some farmgirl?"

"Oh, but you know Bea isn't just some farmgirl, don't you, Pops?" I smirked, challenging her. "You know Bea is coming for your crown, and fast. You're threatened by her."

I saw her shoulders tense in anger, as if she was gonna blow her lid as she scoffed defensively, "I am not!" She cleared her throat and spoke calmly, "Anyway, you're avoiding my question, V. Afraid to tell the truth?"

"For privacy," I said deadpanned but that wasn't true. If I had it my way, I would've told the Veronicats all about Bea since our first date but I promised her I wouldn't vlog and although it's been months since then, I didn't want to go back on my word even though I was sure Bea would definitely be okay with it.

"You among all people should know there's no such thing as privacy for social media stars," Poppy mocked.

"What's your point?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"My point," she whipped her head around to look at me. "Is that she's a distraction. No wonder you've barely had the attention you used to from your followers. Poor them, too."

I squinted at her. "You don't care about my followers. You never did, you only cared that so many people would listen to me. And in return listened to you. I know why you became friends with me, if we can even call it that, so don't pretend for a second you give a fuck about me or them."

"Oh, so you aren't as mindless as you seem," she raised a brow at me.

"I'm not stupid, Poppy."

"Well, you definitely seem to play that role well."

My jaw clenched in annoyance but I was determined to not give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

"But this benefits you, too, V," she continued in a condescending tone. "If she's gone, you can focus on your," she waved her hand, looking for the right word. "Career."

"You must have gone insane if you think I'm buying your bullshit for even a second."

"Oh, but you will."

"What is that suppose to mean?" I raised a brow at her, tired of games.

"You'll cut things off with Farmsville because if you don't," she paused, giving me a malicious smile. "I'll expose Veronica Lombardi for the fraud she is."

And suddenly, my entire body went cold.

~*~*~

"Veronica!" I heard that familiar voice I've been longing to hear for the past week call out to me and my heart wrenched.

It had only been a week but I missed Bea like nothing I've ever felt before. On top of that, there was also the guilt and shame of ignoring her instead of talking to her like what I should have done.

I wanted to run away on instinct but I forced myself to stay put. I've never felt so unsure in my life which was such a strange feeling since I always knew what I wanted. But this time, what I wanted was a little bit more complicated.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, bracing myself to face her.

"Hey, Bea," I said awkwardly as I turned to look at her which made me even shudder. God, this so wasn't like me.

She looked at me weirdly for a second before concern took over her face which only me feel worse.

"Is everything okay?" Her brows creased as she spoke, her tone laced with worry. "You haven't been replying any of my calls or texts."

"I... I'm so sorry," my voice cracked and I gulped.

"V, what happened?"

The guilt was eating away at me and I couldn't hold it in any longer especially with the way she was looking at me. I looked around and remembered we were still outside the lecture hall.

"Can we talk somewhere private?"

She took me to her room and sat me down on her bed.

"Okay, what is it, Veronica?"

I steeled myself and looked her in the eyes. Then, I spilled everything Poppy said to me. By the time I was done, I expected to scream at me. To shout and cuss at me, to tell me to go to hell and that she never wanted to see my face again. To accuse me of leading her on and using her.

But instead, she was quiet.

I searched her face, looking for a reaction, any reaction, and where I expected to find anger and rage, I found something much worse.

Hurt and disappointment.

"Bea..."

"Veronica, no," she said firmly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to," I said lamely. 'Cuz honestly, how was I suppose to tell the girl you liked and have been seeing for months that you were torn between choosing her and your follower count? Even thinking about it made me cringe but that's what it was.

"God, V," she spoke sadly. "I don't even care that you're having trouble choosing between me and your followers. I know how hard you've worked for them just to throw it all away." She looked away. "I'm upset that you didn't even think to come to me to tell me about what was happening."

And I felt a million times worse than I already did.

"Bea..."

"I could've helped you. Don't you trust me?" her voice cracked. She stood up, not looking at me but I stood with her. "'Cuz I trusted you. And if Poppy pulled some shit like this on me I would've told you. I wouldn't even think twice about it."

I didn't respond. I didn't know how to. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, I just didn't know how to face her.

"Of course I trust you! I was just worried!"

"Worried about what?"

I bit my lip, wondering how I should phrase it. "That you wouldn't understand."

She scoffed and turned to face me. "Yeah, so much for trusting me, right? You didn't even give me a chance."

I knew she was right. "I'm sorry," was all I could say.

"That's all you have to say?" she asked, disappointed. She crossed her arms and shook her head, groaning. "God, I should've known better."

"What? What are you saying?" I asked warily.

"Of course you were too good to be true. I should've seen it. I knew there had to be a reason I didn't like you when I first saw you." She stepped towards me, tears streaming down her face. "And this was probably why. You run away as soon as things get bumpy and ignore it. So goodbye, Veronica."

Her words were like a knife slicing through me. Piercing and jabbing at my soul but I deserved it. She pointed towards her door, not even wanting to look at me and I felt my heart start to shatter.

"Bea, please, let me explain."

"Explain what? About how I was I fool to think I meant more to you? About how I would've told you everything but you didn't even tell me about this? Save it!" she spat. "I don't want to hear it."

"Please, let me make it up to you," I begged. "Please, Bea."

She sighed. "How?"

"This past week was hell for me. I felt like absolute crap. And I know how that must have felt for you too and I'm sorry. I know it must have been frustrating being left in the dark."

"I was just so worried for you," she admitted in a small voice that made me want to kick myself.

"And I can't apologise enough for it," I continued and stepped closer to her. "And I'm not just saying that, I really do mean it. It killed me, not talking to you for the past week and I know I'm the only one to blame for that. But I felt guilty and ashamed but mostly, I felt so lost. Ever since I started spending time with you, you were like a light guiding me even if you didn't realise it. I opened up more to you than I ever had with anyone and I was becoming more comfortable showing the real me to others. And if there's anything I learnt in the past week, I'm ready, Bea. I'm ready to show my followers who I am."

I cautiously raised my hand to cup her cheek, afraid she would slap my hand away or pull back but she didn't. My palm met her face in a soft caress and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wiped away her tears with my thumb as I spoke. "And I also learnt that I really like you Bea. Much more than I expected to. And I would give it all up for you. Of course I'm proud of what I've worked for but what's the point if I lose my happiness because of it? And you, Bea Hughes, are my happiness."

She looked at me, her piercing brown eyes bore into mine and I tried pleading with them to her, to show her how honest my words were, how I meant it all.

After what seemed like eternity, she rolled her eyes and breath out, "And you say you aren't cheesy."

Relief washed over my entire body and I let out a huge sigh.

"I gotta do what I gotta do to get you back don't I?"

"God, don't you ever stop?"

I gave her a small smile, feeling incredibly thankful. "Not if I can help it."

She pulled me into her and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder. I felt chills run through my body as I rubbed her back.

"And for the record," she whispered quietly. "I like you a lot too, V."

My heart leapt in my chest at her declaration and I was so happy, I could cry. "Thank you, beautiful."

"So what are you planning to do now."

I closed my eyes and rested my head against hers.

"Expose myself before that bitch does it first."

~*~*~

"Are you ready?" she asked me as we stepped onto the courtyard. She looked at me to be certain. "Are you sure you want to this?"

I smiled at het softly and took her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. I couldn't express how grateful I was that she still by my side. "More than anything if it means I get to be with you."

We walked side-by-side to the middle of campus where a screaming Poppy was scolding a poor freshman for something stupid, no doubt.

"Hey, Glorified Barbie, over here!" I shouted at her.

She shot me a glare. "What the hell did you say to me?"

"Oh, so you do know I'm talking about you then," I laughed.

A crowd started to gather around us and my heart started racing but there was no backing down now. I had to do this. I looked at Chloe who was among the crowd. She held up my phone, live-streaming to my followers the shit storm that was about to happen.

Poppy turned red in the face and noticed Bea standing beside me. "For fuck sakes, V! Are you really gonna throw away all your years of pretending online just for that?" She pointed at Bea with a disgusted scowl on her face. "You must be dumber than I thought."

I was about to shoot back a snide remark in Bea's defense but I felt her hand lightly touch my arm. She knew what I was thinking and shook her head, reminding me not to get distracted from the actual reason we were here.

"If anything, Pops, you're the dumb one here." I stepped closer to her. "I have to admit, you got me there for a second. You really made me believe you had power over me. But you underestimate how loyal and understanding my followers are." I looked into the camera of my phone. "And if they aren't, then I don't think I want them."

"Veronica, you stupid cow! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, am I making you mad Poppy? That you you have nothing to hold over me anymore?" I taunted her with a smirk, no doubt infuriating her more. "That you can't control my followers anymore either?"

"This is ridiculous!"

"You heard it here first, Veronicats!" I grinned into the camera, finally feeling free. " Veronica Lombardi isn't who you think she is." I turned to Bea and my face soften looking at how proud she was of me. "Consider this my first step of rebranding."

I held out my hand to Bea and she gladly accepted it with a smile on her face.

"And one more thing," I said and held eye contact with the fuming bitch across the lawn. "Fuck you, Poppy!" I flipped her off and the crowd surrounding us gasped as I tugged Bea into a passionate kiss. One of my arms wrapped around her neck while the other cupped her face, my thumb gently stroking her cheek while hers was pulling me into her by the waist.

Among the sea of people, I heard Zoey whooping and cheering for us. "Hell yeah, babe! Get it!" And just like that, everyone started clapping and cheering along.

I felt Bea start laughing against my lips and I smiled into the kiss. I pulled back to grin rakishly at Poppy who was about to blow her lid off. Her face was red and she stomped her feet in anger. "Veronica! Stop this nonsense right now!"

"Or what? You'll expose me? Oh, wait!"

Bea and I giggled as Poppy shouted, "You better watch your fucking back! Both you and Farmsville! This isn't over!"

"Oh but it is, Pops!" I called out after her. "You have nothing over me now, so go find someone else to blackmail and manipulate!"

She lets out a shriek as she stormed off, leaving us in laughing in each other's arms with a crowd of supporters behind us. I walked towards Chloe and thanked her before taking back my phone to address my online audience.

"Well, Veronicats, there you have it," I gave them a winning smile, trying my best not to look at the comment I was currently being bombarded with. "I know you have a lot of questions right now, so leave 'em and I'll answer them in a Q&A later." I signed off in a much calm and collected manner than the usual high-energy outros I would give them. It was a small step but for the first time in years, I felt like I could finally breathe again.

I made my way back to Bea's side where the crowd started to dissipate.

"Well, you did it!" she cheered with a huge grin as she encircled me in her arms. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thank you, beautiful." I placed a kiss on her forehead and brought her closer into me to hug her tight, resting my cheek against hers.

"Are you scared?"

"Oh, I'm terrified," I laughed and she giggled along. "But having you by my side definitely helps."

I heard her scoff but her felt her cheek become warm against my own. "Cheesy Veronica is back at it again I see."

"But seriously," I whispered into her ear. "Thank you so much. For everything."

I felt her squeeze me. "Thank you for choosing me."

"You're worth it," I sighed. I thought about all the backlash I would get, from my manager, my followers, the haters, the general public, everyone. I think about all the followers and subscribers and support I'd lose and yet, nothing would be as bad as losing Bea.

So despite my worries and fears, my greatest comfort was in my arms and no matter what happened next, I knew I could face it with her.

"You'll always be worth it."

(More fics!)

#I went from veronica stan to veronica simp writing this #Veronica lombardi #Veronica x mc #Veronica qb #qb #queen b #qb choices #choices #choices: stories you play #pb #pixelberry #playchoices #choices fanfiction #qb fanfiction #also Poppy is a bitch but she’s so fucking fun to write I love it #thanks for reading!

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He’s Mine! ~ Blaze X Crusher, One-sided Speedrick X Crusher

“Blaze, you can’t SERIOUSLY taking that douche as your friend,“ Darington said, glaring at the monster machine-turned race car behind them.

“Yeah, Blaze, I’m with Darry on this,“ Stripes agreed with a frown. “My tiger senses aren’t doing well with him around,“

“You guys, he’s not THAT bad,“ Blaze tried to reason out. “Sure, he can be pretty arrogant, unbearable, annoying and braggy, but it’s only because he’s never had friends before!”

“Uh, Blaze...“ Pickle tried to get the red truck’s attention, but apparently, the other wasn’t finished.

“Not to mention that this is his first time in a new city,“ Blaze went on. “All of the race cars were welcoming on my first day in Velocity Ville,”

“Blaze...“

“Everyone but Speedrick,“ Watts pointed out.

“Guys...“

“Okay, okay, you’ve got a point,“ Blaze repented with a sigh. “but he apologized for it all, so I gave him a chance. Everyone deserves a second chance---“

“HELLO!“ Pickle finally yelled, causing everyone to flinch and turn to him.

“Oh, hey, Pickle,“ Blaze waved at him. “What’s up?“

“Um, Speedrick’s flirting with someone...“ Pickle pointed behind him, and they all looked up to see the said monster machine-turned race car cornering a certain dark blue truck to an alley way.

Blaze stared at the scene, one eye twitching in suppressed irritation. His friends behind him snorted.

“What do you say about THAT, Blaze?” Starla teased.

“I...“ Blaze took a deep breath before smiling and driving over. “I’m gonna have a word with him,“

AJ shook his head and gently elbowed Gabby, who was trying to keep herself from falling over while laughing as they all watched the red truck make his way to Speedrick and Crusher.

“Hey, guys!“

“Oh, hey, Blaze,“ Speedrick turned to his friend before sneaking a flirty smirk to the dark blue truck. “Check out this lightning boy~“

Crusher groaned and rolled his eyes. Blaze gritted his teeth to keep himself from snapping as he forced a smile.

“Oh, Speedrick, my dear friend,“ he began. “I don’t think you should be flirting with... some of the locals here,“

“Eh, I don’t mind,“ Speedrick snaked a tire around the dark blue truck, causing him to flinch uncomfortably. “This one’s pretty cute~“

Crusher glared daggers at the monster machine-turned race car. Blaze wanted to hiss, but he needed to play nice, so he sighed.

“Speedrick, I don’t think you understand,“ he tried again with another forced smile. “You don’t even know if he’s single or not,”

“Even if he’s taken, I can make him mine~“ Speedrick nuzzled the dark blue truck’s neck, even as Crusher tried to pull away from his grip. “Such a sexy guy deserves an equally sexy punk, don’t you think?~“

“You deserve more of a slap on the face.“ Crusher growled.

“Would you like one on your bumper, baby, while I have fun on your lower exhaust pipe?~“ Speedrick chuckled, pulling the other closer. “I like playing hard to get, you know~“

Blaze felt himself snap. Okay, that sentence was a word too far, and he was NOT gonna let his so-called friend get away with it.

Before he even knew it, his tire had met Speedrick’s face, and the monster machine-turned race car was punched to the side. Crusher was taken back, turning to the red truck, who looked redder than his usual self.

“Listen here, Speedrick.“ he snarled, driving towards the other and towering over him dangerously. “You can brag all you want, be your annoying, arrogant self and do all your bullshit, but if you ever, and I mean EVER touch MY boyfriend and try to do ANYTHING on him like that, I will make sure that NO ONE finds your body. Do you understand?!“

“W-Wait, h-he’s YOUR boyfriend?“ Speedrick gulped, picking himself up as he shakingly stared at his angry friend.

“That’s right.“ Blaze nodded and pulled the dark blue truck close to him protectively. “He’s MINE! Mine and mine alone, so go fuck yourself, or else!“

“Okay, okay, Blaze,“ AJ went between them. “I’ll take it from here. Why don’t you two take a walk to the park, and I’ll escort Speedrick back to Velocity Ville?“

“HEY! I JUST GOT HERE!“ Speedrick argued.

“AND YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST COME HERE AND HARASS MY BEST FRIEND?!“ Pickle roared out, taking out his wand. “YOU THOUGHT WRONG, BITCH!“

Blaze shook his head and turned to drive away, dragging Crusher with him. The dark blue truck didn’t argue and let the other drag him as he watched his best friend beat up the monster machine-turned race car.

“Woah, I’ve never seen Pickle’s so mad,“ he stated once they were far away already. “Nor have I see you,“

“Sorry for taking so long,“ Blaze sighed, cuddling the other. “You okay?“

“Better now,“ Crusher snuggled up against the other. “At least you stopped him on time,“

“He better think twice before trying to touch you again.“ Blaze growled, hugging him tighter.

“I think he might,“ Crusher chuckled before silencing himself as they sat under a tree for a peaceful afternoon.

#blaze and the monster machines #batmm #crusher x blaze #one-sided speedrick x crusher #fanfic

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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beefy Bucky where reader is suuupppeeerrrr drunk and starts crying but won’t tell bucky why but tells nat that she’s jealous of buckys ass😂 the next morning buckys being an amazing boyfriend taking care of her but also being a little shit with the rest of the team cuz of her drunk confession😂😂😂😂

Pain in the Ass

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,258

Summary: Bucky’s ass is perfect, just like the rest of him.

Author’s Note: Sorry this took me a bit, thank you for being patient! This was way too much fun to write and let’s be honest, every part of Beefy Bucky is perfection, especially that ass!

Warnings: Fluff and fun, implied sexy times, lots of joking and mention of Bucky and his beefy perfection (he should always come with warnings!)

You probably shouldn’t have had that last shot of whiskey. Maybe you shouldn’t have had the last 4, but who is really counting anymore? You’re surrounded by your friends and holding yourself up on the very large bicep of your boyfriend, Bucky. Everything about him is large, in just the right way, especially his fucking perfect ass.

You realize, not for the first time of course, that his ass is literally incredible and as you’re standing there next to him you let out a small drunken sob. “Doll, what’s wrong?” he turns to you quickly, taking your chin and lifting your eyes to meet his, your lashes already wet with tears that are about to spill over. Bucky’s eyes fill with concern and he opens his mouth to question you again but before he gets a word out you bolt toward the bathroom.

A gentle knock on the door breaks you out of your pity party, “who is it?” you ask, knowing it was Nat from the shadow below the door. “You know who it is, y/n, let me in or I’ll just open this door myself because I can,” she states, and you know she is wearing her black widow smirk.

You open the door and she slips through, gently grabbing your hand, “babe, I know you’re pretty drunk, but what is going on?” she asks you, face clear of judgement. “I…I, I’M JEALOUS OF BUCKY’S PERFECT ASS!!! Have you seen it?” you’re yelling in your drunken state, hysterical really, but that doesn’t stop you, “everything on him is perfect, but his ass is better than mine and what the fuck is that about?” You slump down on the toilet seat and look up at Nat with wide eyes, tears once again running down your face.

She wets a towel to wipe your face and hands you a tissue, “listen, y/n, his ass is fine, but yours is amazing and if you want to make it look more amazing I can help you with some specific exercises, so don’t worry ok? Now let’s get back out there so you can have more fun and ogle your boyfriend’s perfect ass!” she says, smiling down at you.

You give a nod and one last blow of your nose and head back out to the common room where Bucky immediately rushes over, “baby girl, what happened, I took off after you but Nat said she would be better off handling it, was it something I did?” he asks you, his brow furrowed in worry. “No, no, not at all Buck, I just got emotional, I blame the shots, too many I think,” you reply, giving him a weak smile.

He stares at you for a beat then crushes you into his chest and squeezes you tight, deciding to wait to tell you that he heard you yelling in the bathroom, super soldier hearing and all. The rest of the night goes by without incident and you and Bucky head back to your room, making fun of Sam for his terrible Karaoke, your laughter ringing down the hallway.

It’s not until you come out of the bathroom, pajamas on and washed up for bed, that you notice Bucky walking around with a shit eating grin, “mind telling me what that look is all about, babe?” you ask, eyebrow raised. He bursts into a fit of laughter, nose scrunched and eyes crinkling and you can’t help but smile, until it dawns on you, your drunken haze now clear, “you fucking heard me in the bathroom didn’t you, you jerk!” you yell, face now void of any mirth.

“Aw, come on, babe, it’s funny! I mean, first of all, your ass is literally perfect so I don’t know what you’re worried about but I do think it’s really cute that you think mine is better,” he says, winking at you as he saunters over. “Don’t you waltz over here like you’re the shit, Mr. Barnes, you just wait, I’ll work on my ass and then it will be better than yours, then I’ll be the badass with the best ass,” you screech, stomping back into the bathroom.

You finally emerge from the bathroom and find Bucky in bed with his book. You crawl in next to him, silence hanging heavily in the room and grab your own book to read. He slowly creeps closer to you, shoulder brushing yours and when you don’t pull away he lifts his arm so you can nestle into his chest, “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t realize you felt so strongly about this. I really promise that your ass is amazing, all joking aside, it’s my favorite,” he states, eyes holding truth.

You place a soft kiss to his lips and snuggle closer to his chest, running your hands along the defined planes that you can easily feel even over his Henley. “I’m sorry I got so crazy over it, I do blame the alcohol mostly, but you really are a fine specimen and you can still eat all that PIZZA!” you say, grinning up at him. “Did you just call me a fine specimen?” he asks, eyes narrowed in mock anger, “well, you are REALLY OLD, Buck, I mean, you’re practically a fossil!” you joke, erupting into giggles.

You find yourself suddenly pinned beneath his very large and beefy body, momentarily silenced by the feel of the hardness in his pants and the dark look in his eyes. “Oh, I see how it is, baby. Well, let me show you a thing or two this fossil can do, hmmm, what do you say?” he whispers, lips lightly brushing your neck and sending shivers down your body. Before you can think of a witty reply, he covers your mouth with his, effectively putting your fossil joke to rest.

The next morning you wake up, sheets twisted, and your naked body entwined with Bucky’s. You carefully untangle yourself and head to the bathroom to wash up and then quietly make your way to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. A few minutes later you hear the soft patter of feet and turn to find Bucky walking toward you in nothing but his tight boxer briefs.

He doesn’t say anything as he walks passed you to get to the refrigerator, bending down to look for something….”morning guys!” you hear Sam say cheerfully, “oh hey look, it’s Mr. Perfect ass, and he wore something to highlight his best feature!” Bucky looks up from the fridge and mumbles, “morning, Sam,” between mouthfuls of fruit and you glare daggers at them both, “YOU TOLD THEM BUCK” you scream, face red and ready to throw your hot coffee in his direction. Bucky just smirks at Sam and says, “I may have sent everyone a text last night about some new workout routines I want to show them so they too can have an ass almost as perfect as mine.”

Sam let’s out a peel of laughter and it pushes you over the edge as you grab the eggs from the carton next to you and launch them at the boys, hitting your targets with ease. The attack temporarily silences them and when you all take in the scene before you the smiles creep onto your faces and you can’t help the hysterical laughter that bubbles up and out of your mouths. Sam gains his composure first and loudly states, “aw, come on guys, don’t fight over this, we all know I have the best ass around,” and then takes off down the hall.

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skelanonymous · 3 years

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DustCherry ?

Odd idea I’ll never fully flesh out. Have a cohesive scene. Only set up, we’re in an AU where Red is both the eldest prince of Fellsword kingdom under Gaster and Forge, the blacksmith who runs a criminal bar and supplies weapons for the rebellion. Dust is Dust kinda.

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“Heya Forgey.” Dust winked from behind the helmet. Red rolled his eyes and finished cleaning the glasses from the bar.

“Whatcha need Dust? You ran out of pieces to request. Already made all the armor you could need, all three of your weapons. “Red slid the glasses into the cabinet. “I doubt you’d greet me before killing me.”

“I’d totally greet you before killing you. I consider us friends.” Dust’s pointy grin, teasingly flipping a dagger in one hand. “But no, I don’t want to kill you. Quite the opposite really.” He snaked out a purple tongue to lick along the dagger’s edge. Red’s soul pounded in his chest, Dust’s eyes going half lidded, all sultry and wanton.

“Are you propositioning me?” Red face flushed. Dust only chuckled at his incomprehension.

“That was the idea.” His eyes shifted from the purple to the more familiar dualtone. “I wanted to have a little fun and you’re the only handsome friend I have.” Red lifted an eyebrow.

“I didn’t think you had many friends.” Red kept cleaning off the bar counter. “Thought assassins didn’t need ‘em.” Dust shrugged.

“Honestly, you’re the only I have as Dust. The rest are from my day job, and those don’t intermingle.” Dust leaned back, casually draping himself over a chair. “It does make you the most handsome by default.” He stuck out his tongue.

“How the fuck do you have a day job? I can’t imagine what you’d be like outside of this.” Dust seemed so well suited for assassin work. Picturing him baling hay, running a shop, baking? Dust laughed.

“I’m capable of behaving. Let me show you.” Suddenly leaned over the counter into Red’s space, Dust trailed a finger under Red’s jaw. Red grabbed his arm, but didn’t wrench it away.

“I’m guessing this comes with conditions. Nothing with you is ever that easy.” Dust licked his teeth at Red’s iron grasp.

“Either I keep the helmet on, or you agree to a temporary blindness spell. Can’t have you seeing my face.” He climbed over the counter, never pulling his arm free. He made a delightful little sigh when Red wrapped the other arm around his back. “I don’t mind you being in charge. I’m flexible.”

“Uh-huh. You just get to see mine then.” Red glared at the horny assassin through the face guard.

“Forgey, I’ve known who you were since Day 1.” He hooked a leg around Red’s waist. “Prince Red Fellsword helping rebels and causing chaos against his father. It doesn’t matter to me. I only care how good you are with your hands.” His free hand flipped up the face shield.

“Dust! Pe-”

“Relax, there’s no one for a mile in any direction. Don’t forget who I am.” He dragged a sharp finger down his throat. “It wouldn’t be wise.”

Red huffed before releasing Dust completely. The assassin waited patiently in his space, still hooked tightly to his pelvis. He weighed his options carefully. This wasn’t a smart thing to do, not by a longshot, not with the most vicious murderer in all the kingdoms. But his soul pulsed at the thought of fucking someone that powerful.

“You get how fucking insane this is, right?” Red glared at the shorter assassin. His smile only got wider, toothier.

“Completely.” Red pinched his nasal ridge, then pulled Dust’s other leg up to fully seat their pelvises together. He snapped his fingers and they landed on Red’s bed down the hall.

“Fuck it, I guess I’m insane.” He removed the armor covering Dust with ease. The belts slipped off, plates clanging to the ground. Dust’s eyes got wider and hungrier. “Blind me whenever.”

“Once I’m down to the helmet.” Dust pulled at Red’s shirt, yanking it over his head and scraping his fingers down the ribs. Red pushed Dust’s tank up to his neck, hands wandering over his chest.

“Didn’t know you were a skeleton like me.” He tended to the bones with practiced ease. He knew how to make Dust scream if he had bones like his. He hadn’t worked the pants fully off, but did squeeze right at the base of Dust’s tailbone. Then after a cursory lick across the collarbone, he bit down. Hard.

“Oh fuuuuuuck! Mark me up Forge.” Dust’s tongue lolled out of his helmet. He raised a hand and snapped. Red’s eyesight blinked out.

There was the sound of metal ringing, and then a tongue in his mouth.

Dust devoured his mouth hungrily. The scent and taste of blood had him frenzied, clinging to Red’s body. When he broke away, Dust was suddenly by his ear.

“Can I taste your blood?” Dust’s body rumbled with a groan. “Your mouth tasted so good with mine in it.” Red felt for and then bit down on Dust’s opposite shoulder. Red made sure to really get a mouthful, licking up the excess before trailing his hand to the back of Dust’s skull to kiss him again. Dust’s entire body shook with desire.

“One bite Dust. Make it count.” Red felt Dust’s hands scrambling to remove both of their pants. He tried to help, but couldn’t do much about Dust’s clothes while blind. Then the shock of a wet tongue right on his pelvis. Dust licked upwards, attempting to force the shape.

“Give me something to suck on.” Red’s body summoned the cock on reflex. Dust lavished attention onto him before pulling the entire cock into his mouth, taking the entire thing deep into his throat in three short bobs.

“I-ahhhhh- I’m not gunna last if you keep going at it like that.” Red didn’t hear a reply, per se, but he did hear some very enthusiastic hums around his cock. Dust’s tongue wrapped around him, stroking and tightening around the base as the head dipped further and further back into his throat. Red couldn’t see but he did feel the drool dripping out of Dust’s mouth onto his pelvis, could feel him holding onto his hips softly, coaxing him on with light circles, heard the moans increasing in pitch the faster he went. And if he listened in real closely, some very wet fingers playing with an equally wet pussy…

Red came right into Dust’s throat. And judging on the choking sounds and jolting around, he came right on his fingers.

When Dust let the cock out of his mouth, Red smelled something sweet by his face.

“Just getting nice and wet for you. Wan-oooooh…”Red had already stuck his tongue out for a taste. He guided the fingers into his mouth with one hand, and slipped the other right into Dust. He got in three fingers on the first try.

“I’m still sensitive, haaaaaaaaaaah, so cruel of you.” Red could feel Dust writhe against him, around his fingers. His skull laid against his shoulder, mouth open with whining pants, before it turned and bit down with those sharp canines. Red only tensed; he remained silent. Dust suckled at the bite, tightening with each draw of blood. He let go before Red got woozy.

“Reeeeeeeeed.” Dust’s voice took on his bloodlust form. Part of Red was worried. He flexed his fingers still buried deep in his cunt. “AHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Red pulled out his fingers, and gently flipped them over. It took a little feeling around, but he definitely got settled between Dust’s legs. He felt up those long bones, nipping along them, cleaning off his fingers before switching to the other femur. Dust sighed softly when Red finally lined them up.

“I’d kill to see the faces you’ve been making, but I guess I’ll live with just having you.” Red chuckled, pulling the legs up over his shoulders, kissing his shins. He pushed in with a guiding hand. “Oh fuck, you’re still tight?” Red groaned.

“You’re -Mmmmmmm- the only one-,” Dust moaned at the first thrust, still coming down from the blood high, “-whose fucked me.”

“Well you’re not a virgin either.” Red fucked Dust steadily. His pussy was still tight around him, not nearly loose enough to really let go and pound the hell out of Dust without making it uncomfortable. Dust panted and laughed.

“I’m. Usually. The one. Doing the fucking!” Dust whined as Red finally started to speed up, his body relaxing into the hard thrusts, begging for more. Red hadn’t planned the pace, he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

Dust fucked people, he did not let people fuck him. But here he was, letting Red take him. He offered himself without a thought, Red hadn’t even needed to negotiate.

“Then I’ll make you scream.” Red slightly changed angles until Dust’s voice escalated to pitchy moans of pure bliss. He relentlessly pushed them both further and further along, getting to really savor the moment after that first fast orgasm. Dust clawed up towards up, pulling himself off the bed to hit even deeper.

“AHHHHH!” Dust wailed, spasming around Red’s cock until he spilled into him.

They rode out their peaks in peace, finally separating when the sensations of touching overwhelmed them. Red laid back in his bed, fully expecting the absence of another body beside him.

“Don’t think this gets you a discount.” Red joked. He didn’t want to let this into his soul; loving Dust would lead to nothing but heartache.

“Of course not.” Dust chuckled, the subtle ringing of metal as Dust got dressed to go vibrating around the room. “Don’t think this grants you immunity.”

“Never.” Red stretched out his limbs, getting ready to relax. “As long as we understand each other, repeat performance is on the table if you want it.” He heard Dust’s shadow magic swallow his presence, already slinking off to the next target. But not before a whisper by his ear.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” He could hear the smirk in it, and with a snap, his eyelights came back to an empty room. He grinned before turning in.

Deep in the shadows, Dust shivered. Red’s magic was still leaking down his thighs, knees shaking. Keep it in mind? More like restrain the impulse to come here every night. He wanted the blacksmith bad before, and the fire in his soul was stoked by the night they shared.

Forge would be his, one way or another.

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Currently working on a longer non-sexy Errorberry, but hey, making progress.

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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 3 years

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Following a prompt by @frances-the-red here, who said she required “whump, a sexy bath scene and a sword fight”. All in one, you say? Why, yes.

Have “And the scars don’t write a song for me at all” (not a line from a Blind Guardian song, surprise!). It was quite easy because I already had an unused bath scene from an abandoned fic, that I just polished a bit and removed the smut. The rest is just the usual nonsense.

4300 words, mild Violence warning. Read it under the cut or on AO3.

Geralt awoke to find the bed was empty next to him. The room was dark, curtains still drawn. It was not unusual for Emhyr to rise with the sun's first rays, the early birdsong being his wake-up call. It was certainly very early; still, Geralt sensed it was not dawn yet. He got up, wrapping the blanket around his body. He'd made it a habit of sleeping naked in the palace – where not only the fireplace but also his husband regularly warmed him. Yet it was still winter, and the mornings were chilly. A quick tug on the curtains confirmed that there was time yet before dawn. The blackness of the night only slowly faded into a softer gray, illuminated at this hour only by a few lights from the city below.

Slowly he crossed the room, the coolness of the stone floor a sharp contrast to his body, still warm from sleep. The adjoining chamber door was open, and there he found Emhyr's silk robe hanging over a paravent. Behind it, unusually for the early hour, a bathtub was steaming with hot water. Emhyr's eyes were closed, but he seemed anything but relaxed: his arms were leaning on the edges of the tub, the fingers of his right hand playing an impatient little concert on the wood.

"You overdo it with cleanliness," Geralt remarked.

Emhyr opened his eyes, and Geralt was greeted by an amber glow so similar to his own. There were moments when Emyhr's eyes took on the color of ripe hazelnuts, but not now, not at this hour.

"I didn't want to wake you," he returned. "It helps me think."

"Contemplating before the sun rises? What's bothering you so much?"

"Come here," Emhyr said instead of an answer, and his hand underlined his words with a restless gesture.

That was a demand quickly obeyed. Geralt soon found himself pulled down, a firm hand on his neck and persuading lips on his own. After this passionate morning greeting, Geralt's voice sounded a bit rough.

"I'm not going to complain, but..."

"You know what I'm thinking about."

Geralt actually knew. The latest intelligence reports had led Emhyr to tighten security around Vizima. They seemed to be mere rumors for the time being, but their prolonged absence for the wedding in Nilfgaard seemed to make some local factions believe the emperor had developed a weakness. Not merely a weakness for a certain witcher, but perhaps a waning interest in strategy and political calculation, at least in the short term. In this, they were wrong, and Emhyr by no means took the flashing little skirmishes here and there lightly.

"Join me," Emhyr said, holding out his hand. "Make sure I don't think about it, if that's what you want."

The invitation sounded almost like an order, not to the witcher, but the husband. If it was, it was easy to follow, and Geralt stripped off the blanket. He bent over Emhyr in search of another kiss, and the firm grip on his neck resumed. Lips as hot as the rising steam met his, and for a while, the world shut down.

The steam seemed to cloud Geralt's senses – their lips parted, but Emhyr's face appeared to him as if he would look through a fog. He still felt his hand on his neck, and the grip seemed to get stronger. Then, he did not understand how it happened, the pressure became even harder, pushing his head under water. It was much less warm than expected, and the sudden immersion was a shock. Only reflexes and an immediate instinct prevented him from swallowing water. It was impenetrable to his eyes, far too dark, far too unreal. Some part of him refused to comprehend what was happening. His arm shot up, his hand searching for a hold but finding none.

It's a dream, he thought, a dream, a nightmare, and I will wake up soon.

But if this was a dream, why did he feel the air escaping from his lungs? Suddenly, the water dissolved into murky darkness. Now, he wasn't sure of anything anymore. Was he floating or lying on the ground? Part of this felt like a memory that was slightly off. Slowly the darkness gave way to an unreal gray, and Geralt realized that his eyes were still (or again?) open. Sounds kicked in as if all of his senses suddenly remembered how to work. There were unfamiliar voices, smells, and feelings. No, not all of this was unfamiliar. There was something his mind needed a moment to recognize... a sensation, sharp and hot and throbbing.

Pain. A feeling he knew – and an excellent instrument to come back to reality. Then, light. Now his eyes were able to focus: there was a wooden ceiling above him, small golden reflections of sunlight dancing on it. A house, a hut, maybe. He focused on the pain. The cause was not hard to find: an arrow sticking out of his right thigh. Moreover, his gaze fell on shackles on his wrists. Handcuffs, not a simple rope. Someone wanted to make absolutely sure that he would not free himself so quickly. In two ways, because his quick inventory told him something else: the arrowhead had been soaked in poison, and that was still inside him. Poisoning a witcher wasn't easy, but apparently, whoever had done it knew what to do.

His accelerated heartbeat and temporarily decreased breathing – a feeling that had manifested itself in a dream or hallucination – were clear evidence. The memory had been buried under the poisoning effects, but now he remembered this morning clearly. The actual events had been much more pleasant. They had made love impetuously on the damp floor next to that tub. Later, the breakfast had been interrupted by a messenger, asking for the witcher's urgent help. Should that have made him suspicious? The forests around Vizima were usually spared from any monsters. According to the vague description, it could have been anything from wraiths to a lost troll. He had not become wary, had followed his damned sense of duty, and walked right into a trap.

That part was still a bit blurry, but a surprising noise, a handful of guys looking like vagabonds, and a sudden arrow in his thigh definitely had something to do with it. Here he was, once again, a tied-up package somewhere in the wilderness, a victim to his own good-naturedness. Or dumbness, he thought, observing the handcuffs closely. At that moment, a crooked door opened, letting in more light than was comfortable for Geralt's eyes.

"Oh well, look at that, our princess is no longer slumbering."

A sleazy guy entered, a whole head shorter than Geralt, from head to toe the type of obnoxious order-taker that Geralt was pretty sure lacked the intelligence to come up with such a bold plan. He was right. Pushing past the guy was a taller man, beefy and bald, with a rather ugly scar from his right ear to his shoulder. Did someone ever try to chop your head off? thought Geralt incoherently. Dark eyes under bushy eyebrows regarded the witcher with due suspicion. Far more conspicuous, however, was the sword scabbard at the man's hip. For Geralt would have recognized the weapon's handle in it anywhere - it was his own, the silver sword. Of the two they had taken from him, it was by far the more valuable, and Baldy must have decided to keep it.

"Faster than I thought," he said.

His companion appeared slightly nervous.

"We still have a bit of that stuff, shall we..."

"We don't want to kill him," the other cut him off. "I already thought he'd suffocate; that's too risky on me."

"If it somehow matters that I survive, it would be quite useful to remove this poisoned arrow," Geralt replied nonchalantly, if a bit hoarsely.

He noticed a sour taste in his mouth. Somewhere, sometime, he must have vomited up some of the poison, but it had not helped much. Apparently, they had made sure that he did not choke on it, which also indicated that they wanted him alive, at least for the moment. From then on, it was easy to put two and two together. Ridiculous that he had fallen for it, but not the first attempt of this kind.

"Let that linger as long as possible," Baldy said, deadpan. "If you ever get back to your pretty palace, someone can cut that thing out for you."

The "if" was striking.

"You've already calculated that there might be no ransom, but you still came up with the insane idea of kidnapping a witcher," Geralt said calmly. It wasn't even a question.

"But one that seems to mean quite a bit to our new ruler," the bald one returned. "And look, all it took was a well-aimed arrow and some poison."

In other words, an element of surprise that didn't come to many. Geralt knew how amazed people like this were when they found out that witchers also ended up bleeding like ordinary people. Maybe not as long and not as persistent, but the bastard was right: an arrow and a bit of poison had been enough. Of course, it wasn't always quite that simple, but chance and luck had played into these guys' hands.

"Well, we'll see if we can capitalize on our catch, won't we? The swords, the dagger, and what we found in your pockets are probably compensation enough, should that not be the case. And if I don't need you in the end, I'll pull that pretty ring off your finger and have it melted down in Mahakam."

With these words, Baldy turned back to the door, pushed his accomplice out, and both disappeared. Gotta give him credit for having guts, Geralt thought. A bit of a megalomaniac, perhaps, but what did he have to lose? For scum like him, peacetime had little to offer. So why not stack up a little? Quite possible that they weren't even looking for a ransom now that they had valuable witcher weapons, which would fetch quite a bit in shady auction houses. Perhaps they had also concluded that the matter was too big in the end. They certainly didn't want to risk the army getting on their trail. Even Baldy could not be so shrewd as to believe that he was slipping through the fingers of the emperor's expected wrath. Whatever they were up to, they made a typical mistake: underestimating a witcher was never a good idea. And firing an arrow in his leg and tying his hands was not nearly enough. Neither was Geralt the princess they took him for, nor did he need rescuing.

Trying to sit up, he felt a bit dizzy. There was still poison inside his system; there would be until the arrow was removed. It was tempting to do it right now, and he could have done it even with cuffed hands. But without any knife, it was a gruesome business, and a painful one. As he could get a closer look now, he noticed the tip stuck quite deep in his thigh. He would do too much damage if he just ripped it out, so he focused on the shackles first. Solid steel with a short chain. No big deal, Geralt had learned such things as a boy. Lambert, Eskel, and he had always tried to outdo each other in their numerous attempts to escape from handcuffs. Vesemir had had to rescue one of them time and again, chained to all sorts of objects. Lambert once almost strangled himself when he was desperate to prove that he could free himself by hanging one-handed from the stair railing in Kaer Morhen.

Geralt shook his head. Not the right moment for merry (or rather not) reminiscences. If they had tied his arms behind his back, things wouldn't have been quite so simple, but they hadn't bothered. So Geralt only had to patiently twist the chain's individual links into each other until they locked. When that happened, he braced himself against the inevitable pain and pulled his hands apart with all his might. As expected, the metal broke after a few seconds, and his hands were free. He had no way to remove the remains from his wrists, and Geralt could already vividly imagine Emhyr's comments on this. This only spurred him on, so he looked for a hold on the wall behind him to carefully prop himself up.

Finally, he stood, painful as it was, but now he was able to assess the little window. He peered out cautiously from the side. Outside, he saw a handful of horses, their reins thrown loosely over the rickety remains of a fence. Roach was not among them. Smart girl, he thought. Didn't let yourself get caught. The guys outside had no idea that the soldiers were probably already closer to them than they thought – Roach knew her way back, as any horse in danger would seek refuge in its home stable. Slowly, Geralt limped to the door and listened, letting his senses wander. Most likely, one of them was standing right next to the door. One last time, he glanced at the arrow in his leg. The wound was bleeding again, but there was nothing he could do about it now. All he could do was take advantage of the element of surprise, as they had done with him. Oh, they would be in for a surprise.

With a jerk, he wrenched open the door, gaining a split-second overview. There were only five. Four sleazebags with Baldy as their leader. To the right of the door stood the little guy who had come in first – apparently Baldy's right-hand man. He was carelessly playing around with a sword, weighing it in his hands, observing it. It was part of the loot, Geralt's steel sword. In an instant, it was back in his possession: he rammed his elbow into the guy's face, whereupon the jaw cracked. Completely surprised, the man was not even capable of a scream, and in one fluid motion, Geralt grabbed the sword before it went to the ground like the bandit.

A little commotion broke out among the remaining members of the small band of robbers, and already the bravest among them pounced on Geralt. He attacked with a dagger. Geralt felt a series of small nerve jolts, a tingling sensation that rose up inside him, hardening his muscles. It was anger, he realized. For this was his dagger, not just any weapon; a particularly beautiful piece, pure silver, decorated with a wolf's head on the handle. It was a gift from Emhyr, and the thought that this was the second time somebody tried to steal it from him only fueled his rage. To take this away from him, like they wanted to do with the ring, his fucking wedding ring... It made him forget how tedious and painful it was to move with the arrow still stuck in him. He dodged the attack with a single side step, and the sword drove through the flesh of the assailant as if he were flaying a rabbit.

The bald one still held back, staying in the background, Geralt's sword loosely in his hand. He would not make it easy for him, but he let his comrades run to their doom without hesitation. In the end, they were all the same. Their idea of witchers was vague, almost mystical, but they were all eager to find out if there were any human traits beneath the legends. But then, when they lay in their blood, they whimpered for their pitiful lives, as if to conjure up any humanity they had denied the witcher.

If they wanted animal instincts, they could have just that. As far as some things were concerned, Geralt had all too human traits, and he didn't hesitate to take his anger out on them, even if it was basically ridiculous, almost childish. He could nearly hear Emhyr's voice in his head, "Those are just objects," he would say. But they weren't, not for him. And he didn't kill the men, he wasn't vengeful and not half the monster they probably took him for.

Number three had his own (well, probably stolen) short sword, but Geralt made short work of him. Soon after, the fourth one also lay in the dust with his eyes wide open, clutching his shoulder with one hand, as if he still couldn't believe where the guy with the arrow in his thigh had gotten the speed and agility from. Geralt was running on pure adrenaline now, and while it would have been a waste to use any potions on these blokes – if he still had them – it wouldn't have hurt to have some now, as his movements seemed to ram the arrow only deeper into his flesh. The remnants of the poison still made him a bit dizzy, and every step was a sharp knife into his leg.

But now only Baldy was left, and he would soon realize, just like the others, what it meant to mess with a witcher. The guy was either stupid or pretty confident of himself because his nasty face showed no fear. He swung the sword loosely in his hand, a boastful swagger; however, it did not catch. Geralt just stood there, perfectly still, his body balanced so that he put as little weight as possible on his right leg, but ready to do so should it be necessary. They always underestimated one thing: that he was willing to fight through anything, even pain.

"It would be better just to leave now. There's still time," he said against his better judgment. "There's nothing more to gain here."

"But I don't have anything left to lose either, do I?"

A swift, deft advance followed the words. But Baldy tried a blow from above – powerful but predictable, even more so for an experienced swordsman. Geralt ignored the stinging pain in his leg as he took a small step to the right, parrying the blow with his sword held to the side. His quick counterattack was textbook, but in that case, Baldy was trained from it as well – he rolled off the inevitable blow and was back on his feet in no time.

The arrow still secreted a little poison; Geralt felt his body reacting to it. He was slower than usual, his reactions stiffer than necessary, but he doubted his opponent suspected that. He still seemed to think that his injury should stop the witcher. That he would have an easy time of it. But he was wrong. Lunge, feint, and thrust came in quick succession, forcing his opponent to dodge. Despite his rather massive stature, the man was not unskilled, and at some point in his miserable life, he must have learned not only how to hold a sword correctly but how to use it. He did not make the mistake of permanently hitting Geralt's sword, as many untrained fighters did. That only cost strength and brought a somewhat acceptable result only with equal opponents anyway.

Baldy searched for gaps in Geralt's defense (he found none), and when that proved fruitless, he began to try to disrupt his balance with powerful blows. Aiming for the legs seemed to be a reasonable tactic since it was clear that Geralt was dragging his leg. So he aimed at the left one to force him to put more weight on the injured right. It would have worked for anyone else, but not with a witcher. Instead, Geralt turned the tables and permanently shortened the distance between them. He parried the attacks with quick counterattacks, pushing Baldy back, coming closer and closer to him. And the latter reacted precisely like a stressed student who had mouthed off and dared to challenge the master.

The only thing left for him to do was to back away, yet all around the shabby old hut was nothing but forest. So if he didn't want to trip or run backwards into a tree, Baldy was forced to turn an attack into a counterattack. But he lacked the time and skill to do so, and that was his downfall. For a second, he frantically looked behind him to scan the surroundings. That was enough for Geralt to advance. Once again, a tremendous pain shot through his leg as he, both hands on the handle, performed an arcing motion. Once again, he ignored it, and what his attack lacked in apparent elegance, experience and instinct made up for. Strength alone was not the key. Baldy learned that like hundreds before him. Geralt's sword struck him just below the right shoulder, piercing the leather jerkin, causing the overzealous bandit to stumble. Even as he pulled out the blade, Geralt kicked him hard in the stomach. With a surprised gasp, the wannabe abductor went down.

Geralt grabbed the sword in Baldy's hand – his sword – and wrestled it out of his wrist after a brief struggle. He resisted the impulse to give the guy another kick and turned, shifting his weight back onto his left leg. The desire to get rid of the damned arrow became overwhelming. He looked at the horses - decent animals; he could just take one of them. Somehow he would get through the ride back. It occurred to him that he had no idea where he was. He glanced up to at least approximate the direction. The sky was clear, but thunder could be heard in the distance. Geralt blinked, almost disoriented for a moment. The adrenaline in his body stopped working. The last remnants of the poison had not yet disappeared, dizziness set in, and his leg almost gave way.

It was not thunder. Something, still far away, but on a direct course in their direction, was approaching. For a moment, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Baldy – amazingly still conscious, though losing copious amounts of blood – grabbed his ankle. Pure instinct ensured that he did not instantly go down and that he noticed the slender knife in the other's hand in time. A quick movement of his sword, which was still in his hand, was enough, and Baldy's pathetic little attack went into the dust with his knife.

He cursed, rage in his hate-filled eyes, and Geralt finally had enough. He turned his sword, the hilt pointing down, and took a short swing. But Baldy's hand was still on his ankle, and in a last desperate moment, he pulled hard. Weakened by everything that lay behind him, Geralt now actually began to falter. Bad luck for Baldy, because as he fell, his sword hilt hit the latter right at the wound Geralt had caused him, and he howled and rolled his eyes.

Then Geralt went down on his knees, and that in turn was his bad luck. The pain was so overwhelming that he nearly fainted on the spot. No longer able to keep his balance, he fell forward. Although he reflexively stretched out a hand, he could not prevent the new impact. The arrow bored deeper into his thigh than before. There wasn't even enough breath for a scream. The world turned into fire. But the red flames before his eyes changed to black almost instantly, and he went limp.

This time, he didn't open his eyes right away when the world returned – or rather, when he returned into it. His senses kicked in one by one, gently, as if he had been asleep for just a moment. He heard the soft crackling of a fireplace from somewhere, and beneath him, he perceived the familiar feeling of smooth sheets. The gentle smell that hit his nose – tart, a little juniper, a little oakwood – made it finally clear where he was. Still, his eyes remained closed just a little longer. There were cool fingers on his much too warm forehead. Something moist stroked over his brow and cheeks, and that felt nice.

"You drowned me in the bathtub, you know," he said, and he felt as if he could almost hear Emhyr's frown.

Now he opened his eyes, but if he had thought the dark eyes above him would look puzzled, he was disappointed.

"You're feverish, Geralt. Be still."

Now that was typical of Emhyr, to tell him off like that although he had almost killed him. Geralt frowned and tried to focus.

"No, that was before. This morning or whatever. You drowned me in the bathtub. Why would you do that?"

Emhyr looked worried for a moment, not sure how to respond. It was not too serious an injury, and the court sorceress had assured him that there was no residue left of the poison. Emhyr had experience with an injured, unconscious, and disoriented Geralt, but little with one who accused him of attempted murder in a fever. He set aside the cloth he had been using to cool Geralt's forehead, brushed a sweaty strand from his face, and gently replied, "I assure you, I have not and will never drown you."

Geralt grinned broadly.

"I thought you were going to say, at most, you'll drown me in your..."

"Don't you dare."

"... love?"

If that was possible, his grin only widened. Emhyr shook his head, let out a small sigh, and maybe the corners of his mouth turned up a very tiny bit.

"You won't remember it in a few hours anyway, but fine, on my account, I'll drown you in love. You're an idiot, you know."

"Yours?"

Emhyr sighed once again. Then he leaned forward, breathed a kiss on Geralt's hot forehead, and replied firmly, "Mine."

And that, Geralt thought before a much more restful sleep overcame him, is probably the most pleasant way to drown.

#writing #fanfiction #witcher 3 #emhyr x geralt #geralt x emhyr #Emralt #Emhyralt #Emhyr/Geralt #whump #bath scene #and a sword fight :)

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jenmyeons · 5 years

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Fine Dining | M

Pairing: chanyeol x fem reader Summary: Chanyeol shows you his own version of Fine Dining Warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex, slightly inappropriate touching in a public setting, mild choking, dirty talk, swearing, park chanyeol himself

Word count: 3,4k

Author’s note: can be read as a sequel to tender love but is perfectly fine reading as a stand-alone fic

Also tagging @chogi-wae

The buzz of conversation vibrating through the restaurant feels soothing as you sip on the glass of red held firmly in your hand. Over the rim of the glass you notice your boyfriend trying to take a not-so-sneaky picture of you from his side of the table. Thankful for the more secluded spot in the restaurant granted by the waiter graceful enough to understand your need for at least a little bit of privacy, you indulge him. Giving him a few smiles and not so modelesque poses.You imagine there are more than a few glances cast your way but don’t bother confirming your suspicion. Curious glances and whispers comes with the territory of dating an idol. Plus, your relationship has been public for long enough that you’ve grown somewhat accustomed to the attention. They aren’t necessarily looking at you anyways but rather observing the man in front of you living out all of his Instagram husband dreams.

”If you wanted to take a photo of me you could just ask, you know?”

Chanyeol looks up at you with a wide eyed gaze, flustered by being caught. Not that he was subtle in the first place. ”I was trying to get a good candid,” he shrugs. ”Besides, I wanted to document you actually wearing that ridiculously expensive dress for once.”

The smug smile he shoots your way, accompanied by a greasy wink, is not appreciated and you give him a light kick under the table.

”You were the one who picked it out dumbass, now give me the phone I wanna see the pictures,” you tell him and stretch your arm across the table, impatiently wiggling your fingers until he lends you the device. ”Maybe I’ll post one or two when we get home.”

You spend a minute or two flipping through the surprisingly many pictures he’d managed to sneak of you to decide which ones are good enough for keeping and another few seconds go to sending them to yourself just before your dinner arrive. Sliding the phone across the table back to its owner while the plates are placed in front of you, you vaguely hear the waiter reciting all the ingredients of your respective meals. Something you will never understand about the luxury restaurant culture. Not intending to be rude, you make sure to give her a hopefully encouraging smile and thank her before she struts away to tend to the other guests.

As it turns out, Kyungsoo’s recommendation was a good one. Although, over the years of knowing him, you’ve learned not to question the impeccable taste of the culinary enthusiast turned military chef. The food tastes heavenly but you’re not sure you want to look at the price point of the most certainly expensive steak kissing your tastebuds with the way it seemingly melts in your mouth. Not exchanging this heavenly meal for a quickie then ramen and some more sexy time was definitely a good call, however turned on you had been in the car ride over to the restaurant. Your handsy boyfriend keeping a steady hand on your thigh had not been helpful either.

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence by the mix of alcohol in combination with the not very innocent recollection of what had played out no more than an hour earlier, you slowly move your right foot forward and nudge Chanyeol’s left foot slightly. His questioning look turning into a playful smile as you knock your black pump off and slide said foot up over his ankle then move further upwards to stroke his calf. There’s an audible gasp heard from Chanyeol’s side of the table and he fixes you with a hard glare as he reaches for the water carafe to refill his water glass. Desperate to quench his sudden thirst. Thankful for the thick white cloth covering the table, he feels the smallest sense of comfort in knowing that at least other guests won’t be able to see his lover’s attempt at seduction. At the back of his mind, he knows that he brought this upon himself when he couldn’t keep his hands to himself during the car ride here. He lets you continue, however flustered by the whole ordeal, knowing that working him up is exactly what you have in mind. You continue your ministrations while receiving the occasional nudge of his own foot against yours. A silent invite for you to keep playing. Conversation flows rather effortlessly between the two of you despite what is going on beneath the table.

You can imagine the headlines if people were to find out that a member of EXO was caught playing footsies at one of Seoul’s most critically acclaimed restaurants.

At one point during dinner you find yourself placing your foot on top of Chanyeol’s thigh and him, having eaten up, reaches down and starts caressing your ankle. He gives a firm squeeze and the message is clear; this game of yours is not funny or cute anymore. You try moving the foot closer towards his crotch but Chanyeol makes it very clear that he is done with your games when he shoves your foot off his leg. Having learned quite early on in your relationship when not to push boundaries. However, you can’t help but put one last nail in the coffin of his patience and send him a wink while nicely retreating your foot and slipping your heel back on. Much like the last grains of sand in an hourglass, you can see the exact moment his restraint wears thin and you know that he is no longer playing by your rules.

”That’s enough baby, I’m taking you home,” he tells you, the tick in his jaw signaling that there is no room for negotiation. Not that you feel any need to object.

After waving the waiter over and asking her for the tab while rushing to decline her offer of dessert, you watch in amusement as Chanyeol all but rips his wallet apart while attempting to retrieve his credit card. You pipe up to let him know that sharing the tab is more than okay but the unamused daggers more or less shooting from his eyes stop you mid sentence and you let him continue in peace. The poor waiter watches in amused confusion at the scene playing out in front of you and you let out a laugh as well. Your boyfriend is certainly a man full of passion.

The car ride home is a mess of grabby hands and making out in the back of the taxi, making the excitement and anticipation of what’s to come that much higher. You’re surprised you even manage to punch in the familiar code of your apartment correctly at the first try what with your needy boyfriend planting kisses along your neck from his position behind you. The house slippers go long forgotten as the pair of you make quick work at kicking off your shoes before making a beeline for the bedroom. In the morning, you will come to laugh fondly at the mess made up of his suit jacket carelessly thrown over the chair in the hallway and your purse on the floor outside your bedroom door accompanied by Chanyeol’s suit vest.

You’re unable to stop the shiver running down your spine as Chanyeol carefully unzips your dress. Gentle hands leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. The dress straps are soon enough pushed off your shoulders, accompanied by kisses going down your neck and you make quick work of stepping out of the piece of clothing as it pools around your feet. Leaving you in only your underwear. Turning you around, he admires you for a few long seconds that drag on for an eternity before finally pulling you close and letting you get to work on unbuttoning his slacks. With both your hands busy, Chanyeol starts loosening his tie then moves on to his shirt buttons where you meet him halfway then haphazardly rid him of the material, desperate to get your hands on his warm skin. If you thought Chanyeol had been handsy earlier, it was nothing compared to the way your hands are touching him everywhere at the same time when given free rein over the muscular planes of his upper body. He nudges you in the direction of your shared bed with a soft push and gently tells you to lay down. The low burn in your stomach turns into a small fire as he hooks his long fingers around the waistband of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs. His features get taken over by a sly smirk when he then rids himself of his boxers, the only piece of clothing left on his body. The smirk grows wider as a small gasp leaves your lips and you take him all in.

You watch as he climbs onto the bed and settle yourself up on your elbows but you are quickly pushed into the mattress once again by a steady hand on your right shoulder making you lose balance. Said hand then takes one of your breasts in and squeezes lightly. He releases his grip and instead opts for leaning in to take your nipple into his mouth and sucks, once again making you hiss loudly under your breath. Another gasp leaves you when one of his hands finds its way down between your legs, pushing them apart in order to have access to your most private area. Chanyeol takes his sweet time. Relishing in the sound of your breathing picking up slightly as he caresses your inner thigh then lets his fingers barely touch your sensitive pussy.

”Please baby, more. It feels so good,” you beg him and his own neediness and arousal fogging his eyes makes it easy to give in and finally make proper contact with your clit. Starting at an agonizingly slow pace.

”You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, his voice filled with adoration. ”I can’t believe you’re all mine. Want to keep you in my arms forever, if you’ll let me.” Hearing these words, you snake your arms around his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Telling him that you’re his for as long as he’ll have you. His tongue pushes ever so gently against the seam of your lips, asking for permission to be let in and you of course relent. Then a finger is pushing against your entrance and he breaks away from your kiss. ”This wet already baby?” You nod at his question. As a matter of fact, you had been steadily soaking your panties ever since he let you know how he wished you unravel you tonight while watching you get ready. Your moaning mixed with the obscene squelching of his finger moving in and out of you makes for a sinful melody which fills the room.

The one finger is then accompanied by a second and you can feel your climax approaching but Chanyeol has other plans and pulls away completely, leaving you a whiny mess. You reach down in order to soothe the tingling feeling left by his abrupt stop but soon enough, you understand the reason for breaking the contact was in order to move down the bed and settle in-between your legs.

This is going to be a long night, you decide, when wet lips come in contact with your inner thigh and start a trail to where you want him the most.

”Oh fuck,” you sigh as your boyfriend’s mouth finally connects with your wetness, setting a deliciously unpredictable pace. Tongue flicking your clit. He stops for a second and looks up at you underneath thick eyelashes.

”We’ll get there baby,” he cheekily lets you know with that smug smile of his. You don’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his confidence and tell him to get back to work. He answers you with a ’yes ma’am!’ and you huff out a breathy laugh which molds into a whine as he continues his ministrations. Letting his fingers join and curl inside you, your hips involuntarily buck against him with fingers bunching the bedsheets between them. You can feel the orgasm once again start to build the moment his fingers pick up their pace, your walls flutter and the feeling of a rubber band pulled taut snapping together is the last push you need to fall over the edge. Chanyeol slows his pace to ease you down from your high before withdrawing completely. He sits back up and rests against his heels so you have a moment to catch your breath for a moment. Although the sight of you lazily touching your breasts only serves to feed the need to devour you again right away.

Chest heaving and cheeks flushed from arousal is a wonderful look on you. Chanyeol thinks he might not even have vocabulary enough to properly do you justice. Fuck, you might be the most beautiful being he’s ever laid eyes on and trying to water that down into simple compliment would be shameful. But this doesn’t mean he won’t spend his life reminding you of how utterly breathtaking you are. He notices that you have once again pushed yourself up by the elbows and gently places his hand on your cheek. The one with his Loey tattoo. The one that just moments ago had worked you into your first climax of the evening. His thumb brushes against your reddened cheek. A motion that makes your eyes flutter close.

”You’re doing good baby. So, so good.” His praise alone has you feeling like a goddess in your own right and you feel yourself craving more. If only you could feel like this every day. But the world is cruel at times and the beauty standards you try to be on par with often do more harm than good. There is no telling who you would be without the man looking at you like you personally hung each and every star in the sky. You aren’t sure how you got lucky enough to stumble upon such a brilliant person such as Chanyeol. All you know is that you never want to let him go. That you want to make sure he knows exactly how much you love and adore him for being so unapologetically himself at all times. How thankful you are to be lucky enough to be on the receiving end of his love.

You fall back and place your hand over the one he has still covering your cheek. Chanyeol leans in and kisses you. First on your lips, moving on to the corner of your mouth, then removes your now intertwined hands to gain access to your cheek. Last but not least, you feel his hot breath against your ear and he lowers his voice to a whisper.

”Ready to keep going?” You nod frantically in affirmation. Yes. A million times yes. ”You better hold on tight then babygirl.”

The sound of his deep voice in your ear makes your insides melt. ”Take me,” you challenge him.

He positions himself against your entrance, the blunt tip of his head bumps against your clit due to the wetness caused by his earlier preparations and both of you hiss at the stimulation. How he had managed to put his own needs to the side this long is beyond you, but then again, he had always been the giving type. Someone who revels in making you come undone over and over under his hands. When he finally pushes inside, you swear all you see is stars. His name leaves your lips in a drawn out moan and something dark and alluring takes over his gaze. He lets you adjust for a few seconds until you signal for him to start moving.

The pace Chanyeol sets starts out slow at first with his chest pressing against yours and your legs drape around him in order to bring him in even closer. Desperate lips meet in the most unsophisticated manner that is all gasps and teeth occasionally bumping together, your noses pressed against each other.

However giving a lover Chanyeol is, he is also a very impatient one and soon picks up the pace of his hips. The feeling of your nails scraping down his back only serves as fuel to his passion and he makes you into a writhing mess beneath him.

”More Chanyeol. Need more.” You’re a babbling mess but Chanyeol seems to understand what you’re after and shifts himself off of you slightly to give your hand enough room to touch your aching clit. The stimulation heavenly against your neglected bundle of nerves.

”Fucking hell baby I can’t even begin to explain how pretty you look taking me right now. Would look even prettier with my hand around your throat though,” he tells you with a devilish tone. It gives you exactly the approval he knows you get off on so much. Knows that you love this more dominant side of him. ”You want that baby?” He continues, ”you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

”Yes Yeol, please. Need it.” The whiny tone to your voice makes him throw his head back. His neck looks absolutely appetizing from your position. Not a second later, the feeling of his large hand closing around your neck is all you can think about. Gentle pressure on the side your neck has your second orgasm for the evening approaching fast, fueled by your restricted airflow.

”Good?” Chanyeol questions while slowing down for a few seconds until he gets your consent.

You nod your head firmly but Chanyeol is not having it. ”Use your words baby.”

”Yes.” The word comes out forced due to the shortage of air but clear enough for your lover to continue and pick up the speed of his hips once more.

Lightheaded by the lack of oxygen, you feel yourself start to tear up. Just as a single tear falls, you feel him release his grip while telling you how pretty you are. His hand abandons its place on your neck and making you gasp for fresh air. You’re teetering dangerously close to the edge and tell your lover this. Chanyeol in turn, leans down once again and captures your lips while making sure to increase his pace.

Your hands are everywhere yet somehow nowhere while trying to desperately find something to anchor you as he fucks into you with a newfound vigor. Finally settling on wrapping your arms around Chanyeol’s, you deepen the kiss, whimpering into your lip lock.

”Close,” you pant hastily into his mouth as he lets go for a second to breathe.

”Mm, me too.” He lets you know without letting up on his frantic movements. ”Come on baby, let go. I wanna feel you.”

His dirty words is exactly what you need to come undone in his arms. While coming down from yet another high you can tell that he’s almost there by the loss of rhythm.

”Where do you want me to come?”

Quickly coming to your senses your tell him exactly where you want it. ”Inside, want you to come inside please.” Chanyeol groans and with a few more thrusts and you clenching down around him, he comes with an even louder moan of your name before collapsing on top of you with an exhausted sigh.

Opting to instead lean over you on his forearms, Chanyeol presses one featherlight kiss on your nose and another one against your lips.

”I love you. You know that, right?”

You laugh warmheartedly. ”Mhm, how could I ever forget? You make sure to let me know several times a day, Yeol.”

”Just making sure,” he grins in return.

”And Yeol?” there’s a hum in response as he strokes your hair, eyes locked with yours.

”For the record, I love you too.” It’s cheesy but perfect for the moment nonetheless and Chanyeol retreats from inside of you. The stickiness between your legs pulls a grimace onto your face. You let your eyes fall shut as he lays down beside you, not having enough energy to clean up just yet.

”Feeling alright?” He asks from beside you and reaches out to take your hand in his and gives it a squeeze.

You roll onto your stomach and force your tired eyes open. ”Perfect,” you let him know while trying to get into a comfortable position with your naked chest pressed against his. Your warm skin sticks to his from the remaining sweat coating your bodies. It’s a nice feeling, you think, staying in the post orgasmic haze without needing to say much.

Smiling, you look at him for a long moment, wanting memorize his features as you brush his damp hair away from his eyes and steal a kiss. ”Absolutely perfect.”

#chanyeol #exo #chanyeol fanfiction #chanyeol fluff #chanyeol smut #exo smut #exo fluff #chanyeol x reader #park chanyeol #exo x reader #exo fanfic #why did i put myself through this #please be kind #this was not supposed to escalate like this #but here we are #i clearly need to rethink some life choices over here

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Resubmitting my ask - nsfw scenario with a jealous Marco and his Fem! crush- Marco and company are at a shady bar on an island, crush has been flirting heavily w/ another man... as they get up to leave, clearly to take things somewhere more private Marco has had enough and intervenes, playing it off as he’s being protective and she shouldn’t be wandering off with strangers. (Part 1/2)

(Part 2/2) They argue a bit, and when she won’t give in to his demand, he just picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, marching her back to the ship where he promptly dumps her on deck. She then gives him the what-for “you’re not my dad and you’re not my man. You don’t get a say in who I decide to fuck, and if you’re so worked up about it, maybe you should have found your balls and fucked me yourself!” Before she can storm off, of course Marco grabs her, kisses her, and then nsfw 😉

Whew this was actually really fun to write! I don’t write a whole lot for Marco I feel like, and he might be a little ooc in this but oh well 😂😂 I tried my hardest at sexy Marco! I really hope you enjoy it, Alice! 💖

warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dom!Marco, jealous!Marco, foreplay, potentially ooc Marco content, sinful Marco content

Man Up (Marco)

Word Count: 3228

The bar was lively, perhaps a little too lively for Marco’s taste. He sipped lightly on his drink, visibly flinching at each exaggerated chuckle of (Name)’s that echoed throughout the entire bar. Normally, her laughter would make his heart flutter, a happiness filling his tummy as he swore he only wanted to hear her laughter forever. But here, under these circumstances, her sweet giggles were like nails on a chalkboard.

He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was watching her intensely. Eyeing every tuck of her hair, her every playful push on the strange man’s shoulder, the way he whispered in her ear causing her to smile brightly and laugh against his neck. It was sickening.

Marco could feel the tension in his fingers from grasping onto his glass so tightly; he had to continuously stop himself from shattering it to pieces. How could she be so shameless? Mindlessly flirting with an utter stranger? The guy was a total ass, holding her in his lap, arms secured around her waists with hands on her thighs, right where Marco’s should be.

He desperately wanted to steal her from the loser’s embrace, but Marco respected her above all else. He also knew better than to make a scene. She was a grown woman after all, and she surely wasn’t his woman. No matter how many times he’s imagined her to be. What right did he have to be so protective over her?

All sensible thoughts left his brain, however, as he noticed movement. The pair arose from their seats with the man placing his hand at the small of her back as he led her towards the door. Flashes of red seemed to cloud Marco’s mind as he hardly felt or realized how quickly he left his own seat to trail right behind them.

“50 beri says Marco makes a fool of himself and (Name) ends up hating his guts.” Haruta smiled devilishly at his friends.

“Oh yeah? 100 beri says Marco kicks the guy’s ass.” Vista waved the bill in his hand with a challenging and confident stare, “But you’re probably right. I don’t see (Name) liking him much afterwards either way it goes.”

“Not a chance.” Whitey Bay interjected, swigging her drink with a playful smirk, “You men don’t know anything. (Name) definitely has the hots for Marco and they’re totally about to smash. Right after Marco kicks the douche’s ass.”

Marco heard none of it as he could feel the steam pouring out of his ears as he sped walked towards the handsy couple. Without thinking, Marco reached out and snatched her hand, pulling her back into the bar by her wrist.

“Ouch, what the hell, Marco?!” (Name) stared up at him, face contorted with annoyance and confusion.

“Where do you think you’re going-yoi? You can’t just go off with strangers like this!”

“You can’t tell me what to do? You’re not my captain!” She was shooting daggers at him now, never ceasing in pulling away from him.

“I’m your commander and I think it’s best if you come back to our table where you’re safe, (Name)-yoi.” Marco tugged her back.

“Marco, seriously! Let go of me right now!”

“Hey man, just let the girl go! She doesn’t want to be with you obviously!” The man intervened as he stood before Marco. Though he wasn’t taller than Marco, his build was much thicker in contrast towards Marco’s slimmer frame.

“Oh, and you think she wants to be with you?”

“Considering she hasn’t kept her hands off of me all night and hasn’t paid a single bit of attention to you, I’d say there’s really no contest now is there?” A cocky smirk graced his lips as he placed a hand on Marco’s forearm, “Let the girl have some fun, old man. She needs to see what a real man can do to a woman like her.”

Marco was at a loss for words. Usually he’d have a quick quip ready for response, or simply ignore the asshole’s comment all together. But rage fueled his veins at hearing that boor talk so crudely about (Name). He didn’t even flinch in the slightest when his fist connected with the guy’s jaw.

As the man was attempting to recover, (Name) gasped and began screaming at Marco. He would hear none of it as he wasted no time in grabbing her, lifting her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carrying her out of the bar. Her previous partner tried to reach for Marco, but Jozu and Vista quickly appeared and blocked the man’s attack.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, guy. Go find yourself another lady, that one’s taken.”

* * *

The walk to the ship was hazy. Marco had mixed feelings about everything as (Name) never ceased in her complaining, accentuating her defiance towards Marco’s suddenly brash actions with some light kicks and balled fists against his back.

What was he doing? Why was he even taking her to the ship? What was his plan?

He couldn’t answer any of these questions, and neither (Name) had any clue, even when Marco dropped her off in her cabin, slamming the door behind him with a swift kick.

“What the hell is wrong with you tonight!” She demanded answers as she wasn’t shy to get in his face.

“You can’t just go off with other men, (Name)-yoi! It’s not safe and we’re not here for you to sleep around with all the men in town!” His accusations were brutal and highly exaggerated, but the images of her all over another guy clouding his mind could hardly help in producing practical thoughts and responses.

“All the men in town? Are you even listening to yourself? It was one guy and he was actually very nice to me!” (Name) was very hurt to think her trusted friend would accuse her of such a thing. This was so unlike Marco, she had never seen him like this. He never acted this brash when Thatch would bring women to the ship.

“He was a total imbecile and you know it-yoi! You were just letting your lust get the best of you!”

“So what if I was? I’m a grown woman Marco!” (Name) shoved past him to reach for her doorknob, wanting to leave this annoying situation, but not before she had her last say so, “And last I checked, you’re not my dad and you’re not my man! You don’t get a say in who I decide to fuck, and if you’re so worked up about it, maybe you should have found your balls and fucked me yourself!”

Just as she tried to open the door, Marco slammed it shut again, this time with her body pinned against it. Her words were permissive enough for him to plaster his lips onto hers, dizzying both their minds as they couldn’t even attempt to make sense of the situation.

(Name) couldn’t even kiss back at first, though Marco tried desperately to elicit some kind of reaction out of her. Her eyes were wide open as all of her senses came alive and every bit of anger she was feeling only moments ago slowly dissipated. She could feel one of his hands roaming her body, gripping roughly at her waist while the other hand pinned both her wrists above her. His toned chest was flush against hers and having her commander randomly lusting after her was exciting to say the least, even if she was previously pissed at him. She was probably still pissed at him.

Either way, she couldn’t stop herself from melting under his touch. She knew Marco, though laid back as he usually was, had a bit of dominance in him that would show itself from time to time; particularly when giving orders and when he entertained his commander role. She just hadn’t expected him to use it on her in such intimate ways.

“Fuck you myself, huh? Is that really what you want, (Name)-yoi?” he whispered, looking down at her, searching for any kind of confirmation.

“I-I meant…”

“No, no, don’t act all shy now. You said it yourself and if you really want me to fuck you then that’s what I’m gonna do.” His fingers trailed down the side of her face, running down her lips and pulling her bottom lip down with them, “Now tell me again. What exactly is it that you desire-yoi?”

Seeing Marco like this, so possessive, so demanding, was truly intoxicating. And (Name) was well aware of how drunk off his touch she already was. She had imagined Marco in this way many a times, but having him actually here, staring down at her with those seductive eyes, made her feel utterly nervous and unprepared.

“You.” was all she could muster.

“Not good enough-yoi.” He tsked, pulling her body even closer to his, causing his lips to be just mere inches from her own, “Tell your commander what you want before I change my mind.”

They both knew there was no way in hell Marco could possibly change his mind right now. He was whipped for her after all, and though he was acting all domineering now, he had full intention of giving her whatever she wanted tonight regardless of anything else.

Though flustered as she was, she gained the courage to look him right in the eyes, giving him a response he could never be prepared for, “Commander, I want you to fuck me.”

That was nearly enough to break Marco, but with a satisfied groan, he recovered by attacking her lips once again. Hands roamed each other’s bodies in desperation as they fumbled around towards the bed, removing any and all clothing in the process. It didn’t take long before they were both nude and intertwined on her bed.

The sensation of lips, tongues, and teeth against bare flesh, leaving markings that would be visible for days, fueled the desire between the two as they claimed one another in heated passions. Marco pulled away to creep two fingers towards her, trailing them around her plump, bruised lips, subtly begging for entrance. Her eyes fluttered as her mouth opened to invite them in, instantly suckling at his fingers while she watched him bite his lip.

As soon as he pulled away from her mouth, he traveled down south towards a different entrance. Curious digits circled around her throbbing cunt, toying shamelessly with her nub before plunging deep into her. Paired with her saliva, Marco’s fingers were soaked from her juices, making it all the more easy to slide in and out of her.

(Name)’s claws scratched against his scalp at the sensation. He was relentless already, pumping in and out with haste, diving in knuckle-deep each time he entered her. The way he curled his fingers with each exit had her back arching towards him, inspiring him to latch his hungry lips onto her perked nipple.

“Marco!” she cried out, instantly overwhelmed by his eagerness and the pleasure he was granting her body. Her head was spinning, body aflame as he continued fingering her and sucking at her breasts with total adoration. He only wanted to hear her like this for an eternity, so he was willing to do whatever to elicit those heavenly calls and praises from her over and over.

Marco was a selfless lover, so much so, that he didn’t stop finger fucking her until she wailed out repeatedly, body writhing as she came hard against his hand. Her body shook with indescribable pleasure and she whined at the over stimulation of his fingers sliding out of her. Marco smiled to himself, proud with his work on her, but he was far from done. Rubbing at his cock, he watched her heaving chest.

“Don’t give up on me yet-yoi. There’s still so much I wanna do to you.” Her heart flipped, near the verge of an attack at his devilish smile, “Don’t you still want your commander to fuck you?”

With a tired nod, (Name) spread her sensitive legs open for him. But Marco refused, instead flipping onto his back, “Guess you’ll have to work for it-yoi.”

(Name) pouted, “Haven’t I been good, commander?”

Marco stilled. He was cool with delivering the overly confident dirty talk, but every time she responded with that naughty intent, he had to stop himself from melting right then and there. Gaining his composure, he casually rested his arms behind his head, “We’ll see about that.”

Thrilled and slowly gaining all feeling in her body, (Name) crawled on top of Marco, straddling his left leg. She rested her sensitive pussy against his leg, coating his skin with her mess instantly. Desperate for friction, she rubbed herself against his leg.

He moaned lightly at the sensation, enjoying just how continuously needy she was for him. He bucked his hips in surprise when she grasped onto his cock with a firmness he didn’t quite expect. She began squeezing and pumping him, more than eager to give him a taste of his own medicine. A curious tongue circled his head while she continued rubbing him.

Marco’s head flew back against the headboard as she slowly started taking him into her mouth. The slick heat was mind-numbing and absolutely exhilarating. His toes curled with each swipe of her tongue, breath hitching in his throat and lower body tensing up as her mouth was already bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

As she began deepthroating him, he could no longer hold back his cries of pleasure, calling out her name in praises as his hand on the back of her head encouraged her movements. She was utterly pleased to have her commander as putty under hands, but she wasn’t fully content just yet.

Sucking hard on his head, she used both hands to twist and pump his member, the saliva and precum aiding in her jerking him off. Marco’s eyes were clenched tight as his grip on her hair tightened as well, as if he were holding on for dear life. Her hands and mouth were pure magic as they easily brought him to the edge within minutes; his seed spilling into her greedy mouth.

He was the one to breathe heavy now, eyeing her as she arose from her position on top of him. Licking her lips and gazing down at him with hungry eyes, she used the back of her wrist to wipe away the cum trickling down her chin, “Do I get my reward, commander?”

In any other instance, Marco would have to wait hours, if not the next day for another round. But the eagerness and stamina (Name) was eliciting from him was mind-boggling and inspiring. He didn’t think to question it as he swiftly swapped positions with her, slamming her down onto her back as he spread her legs open for him.

He entered her in one harsh thrust, hissing at the overstimulatoin on his sensitive cock, but tried to pay it no mind as he gritted his teeth and focused on the overwhelming pleasure that her tight cunt was offering him.

“Oh my god!” she cried out as her nails clamped down onto his body. The sensation of being filled up so fully and so quickly caused her to be a writhing mess instantly.

“This is what you wanted-yoi.” He panted, raising his torso and gripping at her ankles to spread her legs further, “So take it.”

(Name) cried out as Marco relentlessly fucked her over and over into the mattress, spreading and stretching her legs higher and further apart, sure to make them absolutely sore the next day. Her nails clawed at his tattooed chest, then eventually his back, leaving small wounds that he didn’t even flinch at as his pace never faltered.

The sloshing sound of Marco abusing her sex and the equal amounts of pleasurable moans from both lovers filled the room, instantly feeling as if they were the only people left in the world. But even the delicious tightness of (Name)’s pussy as he pounded into her wasn’t enough to make Marco forget why they were in this precarious position in the first place.

“Trying to fuck some stranger, huh? You really think that guy could make you whine with pleasure like this-yoi?” Marco whispered in her ear, pace now slow and deep. His hips slammed into her, jolting her body with each agonizingly slow thrust.

“N-no.” She whimpered as she clawed at his tattered skin, “Only you, Marco. Commander…”

She could practically feel the pleased smile on his face, “What was that-yoi? Tell me, who’s making you feel this good? Me or him?”

“You, commander! Only you can make me feel this good!” She wailed, pulling him into her body and gyrating her hips as she was desperate for release. His changes of pace and sultry voice was bringing her on the brink of ecstasy, she could feel it and she needed it, “Let me come, please!”

“Such a needy little thing. As you wish.” He grins, picking up his pace, once again drilling her into the mattress.

It didn’t take much longer until she came undone all over his cock, and he followed suit soon after, pulling out to release on her tits and stomach with a low call of her name. He collapsed beside her, nearly too tired to keep his eyes open any longer from cumming so hard twice in one night.

Yet he still arose from the bed and made his way out the door, entirely in the nude. Even in her state of exhaustion, she still had an anxious feeling in her stomach. How could he leave her just like that? And why the hell did he leave without his clothes?

All fears subsided as he returned however, a small wet rag in hand. He approached her body and began wiping away the mess he made on her, then the mess on himself before discarding it to the corner of her room. He began pulling on his shorts while (Name) watched him get dressed, not even bothering to get dressed herself. The gentle and casual Marco she was so familiar with had returned, making her feel all giddy inside.

“That was nice.” she stated, breaking the silence. Marco stilled, surprised by her statement. He didn’t look at her as he continued dressing himself.

“Yeah, it really was.” He reassured. Nice didn’t even begin to describe it for him, however. He was convinced no words ever could.

“You can stay, if you want. You don’t have to leave just yet…”

Marco turned and smiled at her, “As long as you’re okay with it-yoi.”

She smiled back, opening up her comforter as an invitation for him. Marco slid in with ease and it didn’t take long for (Name) to sling her arms around him in an embrace. He was cautious to return the affection, but decided to wrap an arm around her neck anyway. Though he was calm and confident during sex, he was a nervous mess to have her so close and intimate in this moment. Yet he’s wanted this for so long, so he decided not to waste a single moment. They could face the repercussions in the morning.

Just as sleep was about to claim him, (Name) broke the silence yet again, “Hey, Marco?”

“What is it-yoi?”

“I’m really glad you manned up.”

A low, tired chuckle reverberated in his chest as he squeezed her tighter into him, “Me too.”

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Bonus:

Whitey Bay earned hella money from the bet and Marco wishes he could never be called Commander again since the crew heard e v e r y t h i n g and constantly teases him about it lmao ( he still likes to be called commander in bed tho 🤷🏼‍♀️ )

#doctorgerth #doc writes #one shot #ns.fw #tw: jealousy #one piece x reader #marco x reader #f!reader #alice1290

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