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spencersawkward · 3 years

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omg omg i know matthews birthday isnt for a couple weeks but i would die for a bday sex one shot omg

i made you wait so long for this i'm so sorry omg. one-shots usually take me longer bc i want them to be detailed!

summary: reader has plans for Matthew’s 41st birthday, but things take their own turn.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, oral (male receiving), degradation, Soft!Dom Matthew with some fluff, too; fingering, creampie, implied age gap.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.3k

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I haul the enormous bag of flour onto the counter, grunting. it's early afternoon, and my day has been spent wrapping all of Matthew's gifts and trying to plan out the perfect birthday celebration. he's turning 41, and all I want is for him to feel as special as he feels to me. the cake is the last piece of the puzzle, and I'm hoping that my less-than-excellent culinary skills improve over the course of the next few hours.

I set out all the ingredients first, swaying to my music while I go through the recipe and decide how much I need. it shouldn't be too complicated, right? just chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. I thought I'd try to recreate the Rumple Buttercup cartoon with it, but now I'm not so sure. that might be flirting with disaster.

instead of deciding right there, I just get started on the batter. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

the air is thick with sweetness and warmth as the oven slowly pre-heats and I stir together the silky smooth chocolate batter. I pour the mix into a round baking pan, tapping it a bit to make sure it's even, before pushing it into the oven. naturally, I lick the whisk clean.

my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see that Matthew's texted me.

on my way home now!

my heart stutters in my chest as I check the time. he's definitely early; he told me this morning that he wouldn't be at home until at least seven. my eyes flicker to the cake, over the messy kitchen, and back to my screen.

early?

yep. can't wait to see you. followed by a series of heart emojis. I start to panic a little. this throws my whole schedule off; I was going to do my hair, pick up food from his favorite restaurant, set the table, litter the bed with rose petals. I wanted everything to be just right for him; it's the first time he's had a birthday with me.

and now he's going to come home to me with flour-dusted cheeks and a half-baked cake. I quickly clean the kitchen and wipe my face before running off to the bedroom, rifling through my closet for something nice. thank god I already showered this morning because there's no way I'd have time now. I find the dress I'd planned to wear, red and slinky and pretty, before dropping my clothes and changing right away.

truly, I move at the speed of light when I do my hair, scatter the rose petals, and call the restaurant to get our order started. we'll need to run out and get it, but Matthew likes going for walks, so that shouldn't be a problem.

the smell of chocolate wafts through the house while I tie an apron around my waist and get a bowl out of the cabinets. the cake needs to cool for a while, but I might as well get started on the frosting. who knows how long that'll take?

too damn long, apparently.

Matthew opens the front door while I'm halfway through my crumb coat, the soft green shade of the Rumple Buttercup colors coming along nicely. I start to panic a little when I hear his footsteps on the stairs.

"Y/N!" he calls out.

"kitchen!" I respond without moving. he probably shouldn't see the cake, but at this point it's too late. there's fluffy buttercream frosting and food coloring all over my apron. all I can do is wait patiently as he strolls into the room.

"what are you up to?" he sets his hand on my back, smiling.

"making your cake, birthday boy."

"mmm." he wraps a hand around my arm, drags it down while leaning his chin on my shoulder. "looks really nice so far."

"you like the color?" I ask.

"I do." he mumbles, starting to touch my waist. "what material is this?"

"silk."

"you know I love that." he squeezes my waist and I have to resist the blush spreading up my cheeks. he's affectionate right now, and I want to resist, but it's hard.

"what're you doing?" I question playfully in response to the drifting of his fingers down my thighs.

"I'm excited to see you."

"I'm excited to see you, too, but we have a strict schedule tonight."

Matthew groans and drops his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. his hands don't leave my hips.

"why?" he whines.

"because I want you to have the best birthday ever." I smooth off the top of the cake, sighing when he digs his fingernails into me. it feels heavenly, and the featherlight kisses he's leveling on my jaw are making me woozy.

"making me wait?" he brushes over my ass, squeezing the flesh lightly. "that's cruel."

I laugh a little and swipe my finger through the frosting.

"try this and tell me if I'm still cruel."

he grabs my hand in both of his, sliding my index into his mouth and licking it off of me. my jaw drops in surprise before he pulls away and drops it. it's unbelievably sexy.

"that is really good." he smiles, then kisses my cheek in an alarmingly innocent manner. he knows what he's doing. "don't be a tease, darling."

"you--" I stutter, trying to regain my concentration. it's futile at this point; it isn't until he moves away from my body that I'm able to keep working on the cake. he only glances with a knowing smirk, walking around the counter to sit across from me.

"how was your day?"

"my day was jam-packed with planning for a little ingrate's birthday." I joke.

"I'm not an ingrate." he protests. one look at his pout and I feel guilty for teasing. standing on tiptoes, I lean over the counter and plant a kiss on his mouth.

"you're right, I'm sorry," I sigh. "I just had a whole plan and when you came home early, I didn't have time for all of it."

"what can I do?" he offers immediately. I scowl.

"you're not gonna help me prepare your birthday celebration, silly."

"but I wanna make it easier."

"you wanna make it easier?" I ask, the corners of my lips quirking up. he nods enthusiastically and I hold his gaze. "I need to go pick up our dinner, so you can walk with me."

"ooh, yes!" he leaps up in an almost child-like manner, coming around to my side again. I nuzzle into his shoulder as I finish piping the face onto the cake. he snorts when he sees the completed project. "is that Rumple?"

"shut up, it looks so bad." I complain. my body leans into his in defeat. even though I tried, Rumple looks like he's been possessed and exorcised in one sitting: he's got crazy eyes and a lopsided face.

"no, it's beautiful," he pecks the top of my head. "he's supposed to look funny."

all I can do is turn around and hug him, giggling at the absolute monstrosity that I've created. he wraps his arms around me tightly and we start to sway a little.

"I feel like Victor Frankenstein." I laugh. he untangles our bodies to tilt my chin up and look at him.

"you're way cuter." he rubs my nose with his own. I'm smiling so big, it hurts. he makes me so unbelievably happy, I can't imagine not being by his side. Matthew is the best boyfriend in the world, and I really want everything to live up to his expectations.

our fingers thread together briefly before we get ready to go pick up our food.

...

"I am literally going to combust." I giggle, throwing my napkin onto the table. red wax drips down the sides of the candle between us, and Matthew's eyes are starry as he watches me talk.

"good?" he asks.

"amazing. how was yours?"

"could barely get it down." he gestures to the empty plate. I throw my head back and laugh more than I should. Matthew frowns. "what?"

"that's such a dad joke."

"really?" he laughs along with me until we're both just smiling brightly at each other. I don't want to step too far; we've been dating under a year, still. but I see myself with Matthew forever. we've already moved in together; I've never felt so strongly as I feel for him, and I think that he feels it, too. in our bones.

"yes, but I like dad jokes."

"come here." he holds his arms out and I get up from the table, walking over to sit on his lap. he shifts so I can be more comfortable, and I place both hands on my stomach.

"I have such a food baby right now."

"do you?" he sets one hand over the bump. I lean my head into his shoulder, curling up a little. he starts to rub my tummy gently, holding me close while we sit in a relative quiet. "I like it."

"mmm." I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck. although he could easily turn this sexual, he doesn't. we just linger, breathing and letting our food settle. I really am full; the chances of me falling asleep are higher than not.

I ask Matthew to tell me more about his day as I sit there, and the rumble of his voice in his chest is soothing. as the candle wax drips further and further down, I watch it with lethargic eyes. I've had a hard year-- Matthew's made it better. he can read me like a book, and he listens like I've got all the answers in the world. I love him. and when I head to the kitchen to slice the cake, he follows me with his arms around my waist. we move like two people who have been together a long time, like we can anticipate the next person's movement down to the flicker of their eye contact, down to their step.

"I can't believe you have room for dessert." I grab a knife from the drawer, along with some plates. Matthew kisses my head.

"I've got room for multiple desserts."

"was that a sexual allusion or are you actually hungry?" I turn briefly to gauge his behavior. if he hasn't had enough to eat, I'll feel horrible. but he leans down to my ear. it still sends a shiver down my spine.

"definitely sexual," he smirks, then retreats. "let's do this, though, first. I want a piece of Rumple's eyeball."

"just get out the candles so I can do this for you." I push him away. he heads to the cupboard and returns with the pack of candles that I begin to spear into the cake. I only put in ten because there's not room for forty-one, but he doesn't seem to mind as I light them up individually.

"go sit down! you weren't even supposed to come in here." I laugh as I lift the dish into my arms and shoo him into the other room. Matthew gives me a sidelong look, smiling for an unknown reason, before following my orders.

he pretends to look surprised when I bring the thing out to him, mouth making a pleased O shape.

"wow!" he cheers.

"make a wish, then, my love." I tell him. he inhales deeply, then blows out the candles. one or two stragglers remain, their flames flickering before he tries again and snuffs them out. I clap my hands.

"happy birthday, baby!"

he grins at me and starts to pluck the candles out of the cake. "you didn't sing to me." he says.

"trust me, that was a gift in itself." I laugh before picking up the knife. "how big a slice do you want?"

Matthew seems to think for a second on this, squinting as he examines the thing.

"big."

"alright then." I cut an enormous hunk out, making sure to get one of the maddened eyeballs on it before sliding it onto the plate and giving it to him. "enjoy."

"oh, I will." before I can move to sit across from him, he reaches out and pulls me into his lap. I let out a surprised noise, but settle in anyway on his thigh while I cut my own slice of cake. we eat together.

"it's actually pretty good." I'm impressed with myself. sure, it's not a super complicated recipe. but I still did well. Matthew wraps his arm around my waist, one hand holding his plate while the other digs the fork in.

"it's amazing." he nods through a mouthful of food.

"how's the eye?"

"how you'd expect a vitreous humor to taste." he jokes, laughing as I elbow him in the ribs. "ow!" he complains. I swipe some of the frosting off the top of his slice and tap it over his nose. he wrinkles it at the sensation.

"maybe I'll just leave." I move to get up, but he keeps me in place. his little smile, so determined in its happiness, makes my heart soften. for all of his teasing, he's weak for me, and I love it. when I lean down a little to lick the icing off, he blushes.

"when can I have you?" he asks quietly, one hand resting on the top of my bare thigh. it tightens around my skin, growing more aware of my presence in his lap. I bite my lip and mull this over, subtly draw the hem of my dress up a bit just to tease him.

"I'm thinking..." this time, he lets me get up. my fingers slide through his, dragging him with me. "now."

Matthew gets an excited grin on his face before I spin around and lead him to the bedroom. a couple candles are burning, filling the room with a deep, sensual smell that he inhales as he stops in his tracks.

"did you put rose petals on our bed?" he chuckles, staring at me with his eyebrows raised in an adoring expression. I run my palms up his chest, stopping below his shoulders. I poke my tongue between my teeth as I smile.

"yes, I did."

"very romantic."

"is it?" I lift an eyebrow. it takes everything in me not to pounce on him right then.

"consider me seduced."

"if you ever use that word again, I'm calling this off." I laugh. he silences it in a kiss, eagerly gathering my body up in his arms as he tilts his head to deepen it. a slight moan slips through me, pleased with the gentle, innocent pleasure he elicits. he's softer than velvet. when he crushes the silk of my dress in his fist, lifting it over my ass so he can touch me without barriers, he groans.

"did I pay for this?" he rolls the fabric between his fingers.

"mhmm." I hum.

"good." his breath hitches when the zipper comes down easily, the garment falling to the floor and leaving me in brand new black lingerie. his eyes move hungrily over my body, pupils dilating further as he takes in the curves of my figure.

"this is new."

I twist around a bit, showing him the back as well, his grip on my waist loosening only to allow me this movement. "you like it?"

he groans. "I love it."

I want to start undressing him, greedy for the sight of his naked body, but he reaches down and lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around him while he carries me to the floral-covered mattress. I sink into a rosy paradise, almost give into the alluring sensations he causes with his fingertips over my skin.

he's between my legs, teeth seeking out collarbone and the swell of my chest. it would be so, so easy to remain here, pinned down and allowing him to let loose on me. every deliberate shadow on my body is like a sunburst. but I can't.

I grab his shoulders and yank him down next to me. he peers at me with a smile, wondering what I've got in store. the answer is too loaded to fit into one sentence, so I watch him move up the bed until he's resting his head on the pillow, my legs moving to straddle him.

"taking control?" he questions. he knows I don't usually like to be on top. instead of replying, I reach behind me and undo the clasps of my bra, sliding it from my arms before tossing it somewhere else. his eyes widen and he goes to grab at my tits, but I'm too quick. I lean down, unbuttoning his shirt and drawing my nails over his chest as I lower myself to his pants.

Matthew is silent, open-mouthed at the red marks I leave behind on his smooth skin. it's intoxicating for me, too, and I work quickly to tug his bottoms down his legs, the boxers with them. when his dick is released, I let him struggle through a moment of no contact.

"let me touch you." he goes to stroke himself. my gaze flickers between the length he's now gripping in his hand and the needy look on his face. I want to fuck him right now. every cell in my body aches for him, for the pleasure that so violently rips through my veins when he's inside.

"not yet." I betray myself, and his hips buck into empty air when he sees my torso so close to his erection. when I drop my head and lick up the underside, he lets go of himself and allows me to tease him. I pause at the tip, then hold the base while I spit on it.

"shit!" he grunts as I start to swirl my tongue around him. his fingers run through my hair. "suck on it, baby."

all I do is moan, the vibration torturing him. I peek up through my lashes and see the veins in his neck throbbing while he resists the urge to fuck my mouth. I soften and lower my head slowly, inch by inch swallowing his cock. he hits the back of my throat. the slight gag that runs through me makes him sigh. it's then that I tap his hand as our signal to push my head down.

Matthew loses it. he starts to shove my mouth onto him, fucking it, one hand reaching behind him to grab the top of the headboard while he groans.

"choke on it... fuck." he moans. there are tears in my eyes from the pressure, but I keep looking at him the whole time. he's gorgeous, mouth dropped open in ecstasy while he goes between rolling his eyes into the back of his head and staring with an intense desire.

every time I gag, he lets out an unholy noise and gets excited all over again, his hips moving to meet my lips until he's on the edge of falling apart. his cock twitches and I moan, but he's not willing to finish.

"get over here so I can fuck you." his voice is borderline raspy as he forces himself to release my head. I sit up and wipe the spit from my mouth, crawling on top of him again to leave some of my favorite marks on his neck. he's mine. every bite stands to prove it, and his quick breaths let me know that he's not going to wait much longer.

his fingertips hook in the waistband of my panties and he pushes them down my thighs, purses his lips while he watches me shimmy out of them. it's wonderful, seeing the disarray in his face whenever he catches sight of my naked form. he never knows where to touch first, moving over my breasts to my waist and hips down to my legs. like he's trying to blend our bodies together by simply drinking me in.

I tense when he reaches out and sinks two fingers into me. I'm so wet, it takes almost no pressure.

"fucking soaked, huh?" he smirks. my hands steady themselves on his shoulders as he starts to pump in and out of me. I groan.

"get inside, please." I murmur nearly incoherently. he starts to go faster, his cock throbbing against his stomach. but he wants me to squirm and beg.

"oh, so you've got demands?" he teases. his fingers curl in my pussy, brushing over my special spot, and I almost gasp at the pleasure. "after making me wait?"

"I just--" I start to defend myself, but it's fruitless. he guides my face down to his, whispering in my ear.

"let me guess: you just wanted me to have a good birthday?"

"yes." a choked, desperate reply.

"let me show you what kind of present I want, then." he removes his fingers and lines himself up at my entrance, pushing me all the way down before sliding the pads of his digits into my mouth. I lick them clean while I moan. his cock is so deep inside me, I can barely breathe.

the combined pressures between my hips and on my tongue, make me give up on drawing this out. it feels so good, I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. I rise up a bit and sink onto him again, his jaw clenched at the sensation. he lets me do this a couple times and then pauses my actions.

"get on your hands and knees." he orders. I lift myself obediently, whining slightly at the loss of contact, before he sits up and switches positions so that he's kneeling behind. I wait patiently for him to do what he wants with me. he doesn't disappoint.

softly, he pushes my head down so that my cheek rests against the pillow while he slides in from the back. it's a completely different angle and I can barely handle the way he works through the tightness, his moans louder this time.

"thought you could sit on it and I would just let you?" he chuckles darkly, pulling out and moving in. my breath rattles in my chest at the repeated, delicious intrusions. my eyelids flutter shut while he keeps talking to me in that commanding, low tone. "you're my little slut."

the moan that comes from my lips is pathetic, like a mewl. he plows into me and my face presses into the mattress.

"such a perfect little pussy," his hands lure my hips to him while he groans at the new depths he keeps finding. "so responsive for me."

"faster, Matthew." I whine. although he's not going slow, I need more. the slam of his body against mine, from this angle, creates just short of enough friction for my clit. he follows my request, however, and fucks me at an insatiable pace.

"you like that?" he grunts. I literally don't have the mobility to nod, so I shove my ass back instead to take more. he bucks. "you feel so fucking good."

I whimper and he starts to stimulate my clit by reaching around, lowering himself a bit to do so. he keeps his arm pressed to my stomach so he can feel the bulge of his cock sliding in and out of me. "good girl. take it."

my fingertips fist the sheets and I whine as my orgasm approaches. he switches the pattern of pressure, finding what makes me fall apart fastest. I'm on the edge, my mouth dropping open in a silent cry. my hips start to move on their own, working against his cock as I moan his name and tumble into the abyss.

"Matthew, right there-- fuck me, fuck me--" I moan. he rams his hips so hard, the headboard slams the wall and he groans.

"you're gonna make me break you, baby." he warns. I bite my lip so hard that I almost puncture the skin, feeling like a planetary collision is occurring within my lower stomach. I'm coming up on a second climax.

"break me, then." I dare.

Matthew wraps his arm around my chest and brings me up so that I'm leaning against his chest while he whispers in my ear. "defiant little whores don't get my cum."

"but--" I complain, hips wriggling for more while he thrusts into me.

"apologize or I'll stop fucking you right now." he slows just to demonstrate the torture of not being inside me. I grasp at his hips to coax him, but he's determined. I take a shaky breath at the smooth, slow movements.

"I'm sorry." I beg. he reaches down and starts to play with my bundle of nerves again. as much as he wants to make me crash, he loves the way this feels, too.

"mmm," he hums while laying sloppy kisses along my neck. "good thing I wanna fill you up for being so sweet today."

his thrusts are uncontrolled and needy, rapid pushes between my legs that cause me to start shaking all over again. he rubs my clit and moans in my ear, spilling.

"I love you so much." he mumbles. the hand holding me to him squeezes one of my tits while I arch my spine and enjoy the slowing pace of our bodies. I moan his name.

"I love you, too." I'm in awe of how he changes for me, his attitude shifts whenever we're in bed. it's cosmic, how we fit together. and his withdrawal from my body causes both of us to collapse onto the bed with exhaustion.

I can only suck in air for a while. my limbs are like lead, in the best way.

"that was hot." he mutters. I turn to him, admiring his beautiful features, and nod lazily.

"a successful birthday, then?"

"after that cake? yeah." he scoffs jokingly and I giggle before curling into him. he traces his fingertips down my skin. "do you wanna take a shower?"

"I'm so tired." I groan. Matthew glances at me.

"I'm the one who just turned forty-one."

"shut up."

"come on, then. let's get you cleaned up."

he rises from the mattress, bringing me with him. a few stray rose petals flutter onto the ground.

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imqueenloki · 3 years

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pairing: angry dominant peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 1882

warning: chocking and swearing

authors note: i'm really proud of this :)

my pov:its been 6 months since dad moved the avengers up-state, its been fun for the most part although since peter moved in a couple weeks back its been a nightmare

my pov:

its been 6 months since dad moved the avengers up-state, its been fun for the most part although since peter moved in a couple weeks back its been a nightmare. me and peter never really have rlly gotten along, he's just so... ugh. he's always making a racket, never cleaning up after himself and dont even get me started on the time i found his web juice, whatever the fuck it is on my towel. the only reason i put up with him is bc dad makes me bc he happens to see potential in the kid. although i can say one good thing about him, he is extremly good looking but god i will never ever tell anyone that.

peters pov:

moving in with mr. stark and the avengers has been a dream come true. i finally feel like i am one of them! recently, i met mr. starks daughter, y/n, i think her name was. we dont really speak much, she isnt the nicest person in the house, shes always moaning at me and calling me a slob, and gosh you dont even want to hear the mouthful i got off her when i was testing my new web shooters, never again is all i can say.

storyline:

the house was silent, it was around 9:00pm and not a single word, so quiet you could hear a penny drop. everyone was sat downstairs playing a not so friendly game of monopoly, although peter was no where to be found.

tony: where the darn hell is parker?

y/n: *shrugs* god knows... *sighs* oh well, whos turn was it?

tony simply shook his head and sat down, pulling his phone out. he decided to message peter as he was growing concern. y/n looks over at her dad and can see the worry on his face and put her hand on his shoulder.

*CRASH*

tony: what the hell was that?!

everyone rushed into the kitchen when we hear the sound. too nobodys suprise it was peter crashing through the window. there was glass everywhere and he even had some shards in his face. peters suit was completly messed up.

y/n: what the fuck parker!

tony: where have you been! actually let me reword that, what the hell happened!

peter: im sorry mr. stark, i was just trying to do some training with my new web modes and well... one of the modes didnt go where i shot it and well.. here i am.

tony: *sighs* cap, get someone to clean this up will you, and y/n help parker clean up?

y/n: why? this wasnt my doing!

tony: do you want that new suit or not!?

my pov:

since i turned 18 last year, my dad has been working on a new suit for me. when i was little he never really gave me a choice to join the avengers or not, let alone barely even mentioning it. i dont have a problem with joining its just i find it a little soon, you know? and yes im completly aware that parker is 18 and an avenger but thats exacly why he is in this situation, he just isnt ready in my opinion. the more i have put thought into becoming the newest avenger i grow more and more excited, although my opinion on it hasnt changed. my dad is aware of this which is why he uses my new suit as a black mail card.

*back to storyline*

y/n lets out an angry sigh while running her tounge along her teeth, she simply looks peter up and down and shrugs her head to one side signaling him to follow. you take him to your bathroom and grab a damp towel, while parker sits on the counter. you begin to wipe blood off of his cheek.

peter: *hisses in pain*

y/n: oh dont be a wimp i though you had super strength?

peter: still hurts!

yn: shush *grabs her tweezers and removes the shards of glass from his face*

peter: *rolls his eyes and pushes you away* i dont need ur help, im fine.

you become shocked by the small bit of dominance that he showed, and little did he know you liked it. you had never seen the angry side of parker before, it kinda turned you on alittle bit.

y/n: sit the fuck down, my dad told me to help you so thats what the fuck i intend to do.

peter: *goes to grab the towel from your hand but grabs your wrists instead and brings you closer*

you interlocked eyes. the sound of him panting in pain but anger filled the room. you got lost in his eyes as a puddle began to form inbetween your legs, you knew what was happening but little to your surprise you liked it, and by the fact he hasnt let go or stopped looking at you, you can tell he does too.

my pov:

parker still hadnt taken his eyes off of me.

y/n: you gonna let go orrrr?

although i was enjoying the tense moment, i couldnt let him know that, therefore i had to say something. he finally let go of my wrist and jumped off the counter. you could see the anger in his face, but why?

y/n: whats up with ur face?

peter: really? whats up with my face? im sick and tired of being treated like a kid!

y/n: you just crashed through a window, you really expect my dad to trust you fully right about now? *sighs* you should take a shower, you smell like shit.

peter nods and begins to take off his shirt. 'wow not in he.. *mumbles* damn' i say as he throws his shirt down, you did not expect him to have a body like that. you can tell he was agressive. he had slashes down his chest, they looked really painful. i decided to walk up to him and run my hand just under one of the cuts as he looks down at me still heavily breathing. he hissed at me in pain. he lifted my head up by my chin and kissed me. i pulled back and just looked at him. i craved more, so more is what i got.

he picked me up and as i wrapped my legs around his waist he started to kiss me even harder. he sat me on top of the counter and started to remove my shirt. he kissed my neck leaving kickeys all the way around it, minor moans into his ears drove him crazy. he unbuckled my bra and threw it onto the ground along with his belt. i reached into his boxers and began rubbing his member. he was massive, 10 inches, maybe even 11. groans of pleasure filled the room which made me go even faster. 'fuck y/n' he said.

he wrapped his hand aroud my throat and began kissing me once again. the puddle in my pants had become the ocean. i dont know what it was in that moment that made me gag for him. i wanted him, i needed him and then... i had him.

i jumped down off of the counter and got onto my knees exposing his member. it was just as big as it felt. i licked the tip, teasing him as i looked up to see him looking down on me, with his hand all wrapped in my hair. i took all that i could into my mouth still pumping where i couldnt reach. his groans go even louder as he tilted his head back in pleasure. i could feel his member throbing in my mouth. he pushed my head all the way down, deep throating him, my eyes filled with tears and mascara running down my face. he kept me there for a few seconds and released his load into my throat then releasing my head. 'swallow it' he said. i nodded and did as i was told.

he demanded for me to stand up, as i did so he pushed me into the shower and turned it on. he had no remorse for anything he was doing but i was completely into it. he bent me over, with my hand on the wall and smacked my ass. i let out a little wimper from the impact of the smack. 'i wanna hear your moans, you hear me?!' he said in a demanding tone 'yes parker' i replied. i had clearly replied in the wrong was since he smacked my ass even haarder than the first time and slammed his member into me without warning 'thats not my name you slut' he groaned. he slammed his dick in and out of me making me scream out in pleasure. cuss words, moans and the word daddy filled the room as peter fucked me senselessly. 'im g-gonna c-cum' i said between moans. peter pushed my head down and demaned me to hold it.

he pulled out of me, and lifted me onto his shoulders face forward with my pussy in his face. he began eating me out... oh my god what that mouth could do. he layed me down on the shower floor and flipped me over into the doggy position and slammed into me yet again. 'fuck your so tight baby' he groaned pumping in and out of me. he made me feel so good it was diificult not to let out a moan or two. he pushed my head down once again and restrained my arms behind me using them to help him go deeper. i wasnt used to such dominance but i was into it, especially not from peter. 'im g-gonna cum' i said yet again and he agreed. the knot in my sotmach became unbearable, i came all over his member and a few moments later he let out his load inside of me which i didnt mind as i had the contraceptive implant. i attempted to stand up but instantly fell back to the floor. peter was the first person to make me cum let alone make me unable to walk after sex. he picked me up and put me on the counter. 'im sorry for the dominance, it kind of just takes over' he said as his face grew into a frown. i lifted his head back up and simply told him i loved it and that he was the first to make me cum and temporaily paralytic which made his face glow.

tony: y/n! have you cleaned him up yet?!

y/n: omg my dad! i completely forgot!

we quickly put out clothes back on and thankfully we did it in the shower meaning he was now clean.

y/n: yes dad!

peter: yes mr. stark!

me and peter let out a giggle as we had gotten away with nobody hearing a thing. peter pecked my lips and unlocked the door. my feelings towards peter had changed ever since.

#avengers #writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #spider man #short story #reading #peter parker #spiderman smut #tony stark #marvel

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fluffytoast101 · 6 years

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!"kids please! i need everyone to calm down and ask your questions one at a time!" David stopped the kids from talking all at the same time. “I thought the fund raiser was a success! If we need money why dont the quartermaster just beat you guys up again!” Harrison stated while Malva was nodding “It actaully isnt a bad idea!”

-small time skip bcs i dont want to rewrite every line of dialog-

“does that mean.. we all have to split up?” Nikki asked with sadness in her voice. Everyone looked around at eachother with sad expressions.

“Hi Max. Its been a few days.. Have you made your descsion yet? Wich camp do you wanna go to? Vera is still.. Mad about the uhm.. events if you were wondering..” David asked the sad boy who was carrying a bunch of regret. “Im still thinking.” He answerd quickly turning the other way. “Come on Max.. i know its been hard especially since Neil, Nikki-” Max remeberd their faces filled with rage and sadness. He even brought Malva to tears. “God damn! Dont you have counsler counsling to prep for or something?! Just leave me alone!” He cut David off and walked away.

“I cant belive im saying this but.. I dont know if i wanna go to science camp!” Neil said looking at his friends, looking a little longer at Malva. “Yeah! What fun is adventuring without you guys!” Nikki joined in. “I just want things to be back to normal!” Vera continued. “I just want to be able to enjoy my summer. dosnt really help that my uh... lady problems...? are hittting in strong!” Malva ended it. “Max what do we do?!” Neil desperatly asked max his eyes getting glossy. Max was doing something on davids phone and didnt pay attention to the others. “Max?” Nikki asked once again also tearing up. “Huh? Are you guys still fraking out about this? Whats your problem?” Max rudely said turning away from the phone. “Our problem?” Neil questioned Max’s rude comment. “damnit..” Malva mumbled under her breath on the verge of tears. “i dont wanna say goodbye yet! You guys are my friends!” Nikki frowned. “Yea Max. Wtf” Vera questioned Max aswell seeing him brining Malva on the verge of tears.”were like a wolf pack!” Nikki said with a slight smile. Neil chimed in “Or a team of scientists (somthing) doing a new study!” “Or a wolf pack!” Nikki obviously liked her idea better. “Jesus guys. Grow up! Did you think summer was gonna last forever? It was always gonna end this way! Camp campbell comes to a close, you get sent home, you move on with your lives.” Max said doing something on the phone once again, looking up from it at the end. “Look, we had a good run! But we were temporally friends at best!” Max ended it. The small group of friends looked at him in schock turning into rage or sadness. “oh...” Nikki said looking down. Malva silently started crying trying to make it stop while hugging herself. Vera looked angry with a mix of sadness and confusion. Neil started speaking. “Really?! THATS all we are to YOU?” He said in pure frustration. “Fucking hell Max! I know your meant to be rude or something but thats just messed up!” Vera said slightly motioning to malva who was still silently crying looking down. Max felt the regret hit his body. “I mean.. Look Neil-” He started scratching the back of his neck.”Nonono you’re right! Why would someone like you need a friend?! You were fine on your own before we showed up!” Neil looked down then turning his gaze to malva and back up again. “You’ll be fine once were gone.” Neil walked off into the bus. “Nikki come on! You get it, right?” Max asked Nikki. Nikkis face turned into anger. “Bye Max” She said walking into the bus aswell. “Malva?” Max looked at the girl who looked up from the ground showing red puffy eyes. She quickly hugged Vera before walking into the bus the doors closing behind her. Max looked at Vera with regeret but she just flipped him off and walked back into camp.

- time skip,, again.. bcs... yeah...-

“Happy reunion?”

-Ok time skip again. brining thr camp back togheter burning camps 3 more left to pick up-

“thats... Almost everyone!” Max looked up from the clip bord in his hands with a smile. “Phew... this has been a eventful day!” Vera smiled at Max. “Just 3 names left!” David happily said. Max felt the regret come back again. “Yeah. i wonder how they are doing..” Vera said thinking about what Malva had told her in the past about her fear and how it keeps her up at night crying. She slightly frowned. “You know my favorite part is the look on the counslers faces when you mention the test Davey! Their all like ‘whoa what!?’“

- yet another time skip -

“Yeah thats the other thing... they are actually.. here” Gwen said looking over to the room where the three kids sat looking upset or jus scared. “Here at camp core we dislike using the phrase ‘trouble makers’ and uh..” The old man looked at Malva. “I dont know what to call your situation... uhm. well get back to that later. Anyways as i said we dont like to use the term ‘trouble makers’” “We prefer children in need of love. And young lady you need to get sleep.” The old lady said looking at Malva. She looked up from her knees (she was hugging her legs in her chair ya’know?) with dark cicles under her eyes that were also red and puffy. “I know that youve been.. up from the past 5 nights crying.” Neil and Nikki looked at Malva with sorrow and Neil reached out for her hand giving it a tight squeeze. He returned to his angry expression while still holding her hand. Nikki returned to her angry expression aswell. “Based on your recent behavior blah blah”

-time skip til’ gwen comes in-

“Thank godness for that duel major in sike! Am i right? Why dont you two get out of here while i chat with these little rascals!” Gwen bursted into the room while the owners left. She quickly closed the door and looked at the kids infront of her. “Lets get the fuck out of here.” She said dramatically.

“And then Nancy was like ‘whos an idiot?’ and i told her to mind her own fUCKING BUISNESS!” Gwen said while staning in the elavator with the 3 kids, Malva and Neil still holding hands. “Personally. Thats when i would have started with the biting.” Nikki proudly said. “Waitwaitwait! Can you go back for a second? Were getting the camp back?!” Neil looked suprised. Gwen looked at him with a smile and calm expression. “Oh. Yeah. And everybody is here.” Gwen simply said. Neil, Nikki and Malva looked at eachother with unease. “Everybody?” Neil and Nikki said in unsion while Malva continued to be quiet.

“Heeeey! Long time no see!” Max said while holding up his hand for a high five. Neil and Nikki looked unipressed while Malva still looked sad. Vera quickly ran up to her brining her into a hug. “Heard you all started a bit of mayhem at your camps? Guess im rubbing off on you.” He nudged Nikki. “If you use mayehem to describe putting someone in an emotional state making them stay up for 5 nights crying!” Neil said grabbing Malvas hand again.. just bcs it felt right. Vera let go of Malva and looked at her with sympathy. “Oh look its the temporally friend of ours!” Neil continued. “Yes, the friend that isnt permanent.” Nikki joined in. “Come on guys! Things are gonna go back to the way they were. I promise! Ive got a plan!” Max tried to convince them. “Interesting. I figured you would have moved on with your life right now.” Neil sarcastically said. “I will aslo add a sarcastic remark as soon as i can think of one.” Nikki said. “Oh my! David and Gwen blah bLAHBALH FUCKING BLAH BCS MORE -TIME SKIP BITCH DEAL WITH IT.-

“Im. Im sorry. I didnt go thru all this trouble for camp campbell.. I did it.. for you guys.” Max said. Malva softend up a bit. “You guys are my friends.. And i just didnt want to admit it. Just once the time actually got to say goodbye.. i had something to lose! Well you know... trying to go thru life alone seems pretty fucking stupid know.” They all turned and looked at cameron campbell. “Oh what?! Am i supposed to be the big bad example here?!” He said. “We did everything we said out to do by doing it togheter. and had a little fun while doing so! But everything fell apart when you pushed it away..” David confronted Campbell. “Well yea! But i won!” He defended himself. “Won what exactly?” Gwen said unimpressed. “I got my life back!I can leave this country behind and leave everything behind! just not thailand... or russia.. burned all the bridges with north korea..” He scratched his chin. “With all that money you can just buy some new friends who will eventually hate your guts too” Max stated. “Well i- uh-” Cmeron was lost of words.

“Well *sigh* i guess this is goodbye.” Max said turning to his friends. “I just wanted you to know... Ill miss you!” Nikki smiled and Neil looked suprised. Malva gave a small smile and looked at him. Vera looked proud that he actually said something nice for once. “And im sorry we couldnt be friend for longer..” Max continued rubbing his shoulder. “Dont be such a dummy Max!” Nikki started. “Yeah! We might never see eachother again, but we’ll always be friends.” Neil continued. “Oh and i snuck my phone with me *cough* so ican just give you all my number and just msg me so can we have a group chat!” Malva said with a raspy smile and a toothy grin. “Hell yeah! See we sont lose contact!” Vera slightly nudged Malvas shoulder as she wrote donw her number 3 times on a piece of paper. “Awwwwwww.” The older ones said. “Group hug!” Dolph said and David ran and hugged Gwen, Max, Vera, Malva, Neil and Nikki. Until they heard a bus driving off. “Campbells gone.” QM said and pointed outside. They all watched him drive off. “Wow that typical.” Ered said. Davids phone started ringing that Max had in his pocket. “Uhm David. Your phone.” Max said and handed the phone to David.

-Blah Campbell has a speech or whatever hh-

-They have an adorable ass water gun fight and everyones happy running around-

- Campbell comes.-

“You will now be taking orders from him” Mr. Miller pointed at David. Evryone turned to David. “Now its perfect!” David said acomplished. “Welcome to camp, asshole!” Max said crossing his arms. “OUR camp, asshole!” Vera joined in and put her hand on Max’s shoulder in a sassy kin of way. Max looked at her with a tint of blush but she just winked >;3c

They all turned and did their own thing until only the group of 5 was left in front of the mess hall. Malva gave Neil a quick peck on the cheek before running off to god nows where neils face turning red. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH SHIT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!” Vera fangirled and they laughed at Neils blushing madness. Okay bye

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 9

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 2k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

Youngjae brought a clean thermos and a confused heart to school next day.

He wanted to return it to its rightful owner, and as much as he wanted to leave it for his anonymous food giver, the label on the thermos told him otherwise.

It couldn't be Park Jinyoung, could it?

He hoped it wasn't.

He walked around throughout the halls, searching for the person with big ears and a constant judgmental look on his face.

And there he was, talking about something to a girl.

Youngjae rushed up to him and held the bag like a bunny, nervously blinking. He stopped his conversation with his hands mid-air, staring at the younger.

"Um... I think this is yours," he said quietly, handing over the bag. Jinyoung blinked.

"That's the bag Jaebum asked me to give you, though," he said with a growing frown, taking the bag and looking at its contents. He ignored the expression on Youngjae that was becoming a mixture of confused and terrified. Taking out the thermos, he scowled. "The hell? This is my thermos."

Jinyoung then glared back Youngjae, who was cowering with every passing second that he was being stared down at. "You ate out of this?" He scoffed and took only the thermos, shoving the rest back into the bag.

"Gross."

He walked away from him, the girl clinging next to him.

🍽

The lunch bell rang.

Jaebum strolled down the hall to reach the cafeteria after rejecting a few girls' offers to eat together. As he was passing by the empty algebra classroom, a hand reached out and pulled him through the open doorway.

It was Youngjae who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Y... you okay-"

"Are you trying to mess with me?!" Youngjae almost screamed out. Luckily, the hallway was empty so no one heard him. "Are you doing this just for your own entertainment?!"

Jaebum was absolutely confused until Youngjae showed him the bag that was missing a thermos. He cursed under his breath and raised his hands, trying to calm the other down. "hey, listen-"

"You enjoy making a joke out of people's happiness and then crushing it, don't you, Im Jaebum?" Youngjae's voice grew quieter, but the rage was still there. His voice cracked near the end of his words, evidence that he was just about to cry.

The room was dark without the lights on, but Jaebum could still see the sadness painted on Youngjae's face. The younger sniffled and stared at the floor.

"I don't want your pity. I don't want you to even acknowledge me because you make me uselessly happy about things that turned out weren't even real," Youngjae said shakily, his arms and shoulders trembling. The amount of sniffling coming from him grew. "I know... that you think I'm disgusting. Just like your friend Park Jinyoung."

In Jaebum's eyes was a sudden sparkle.

Youngjae threw the bag at Jaebum and wiped his eyes with his sweater's sleeves. "Leave me alone and don't ever talk to me again.

...I hate you."

Youngjae rushed out the room, stumbling into the doorway as he did so.

Sliding down against the wall, Jaebum held his face with a long, exhausted sigh.

🍽

"What have you done to our Jaejae?!"

"Yeah! You better tell us or else we'll beat you up!!"

Kim Yugyeom and Kunpimook Bhuwakul assumed wide stances in front of Jaebum's gang, holding chopsticks as weapons.

Jackson Wang coughed.

Jinyoung stood from his seat and pulled the depressed-looking Jaebum up with him.

"Come here. We're gonna talk."

Mark and Jackson watched as their friend was pulled away in silence. They turned back to the two sophomores, who were still in the ready-to-fight stance.

"We know martial arts," Mark said with an arm around Jackson's shoulders.

"Never mind," BamBam quickly said as they both turned around and returned to their table where the unresponsive Youngjae sat. "Hyung, we'll make sure those jerks never hurt you again, okay?"

"Yeah!" Yugyeom agreed, rubbing Youngjae's back. "They can't do whatever they want to just because they're seniors!"

"Be quiet," Youngjae muttered, voice muffled since his face was on the table and covered by his arms.

🍽

"Jinyoung," Jaebum glared at his friend sternly once the two were in an empty area. "What the fuck did you say to Youngjae?"

"Listen, Bum," Jinyoung replied while rolling his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, "you never told me that you'd be using my thermos for that."

"He told me that you said he was disgusting!" Jaebum eventually yelled, his patience running out. "Why are you being rude to him, anyway?"

"'Rude'? I was the one who told you he was being cornered by those girls. I was the one who found him after getting kicked and told you to come. I was the one who gave him that bag. It's always been me caught in your stupid little love chase after him," Jinyoung said with a sneer, narrowing his eyes at the other. "Don't you even understand how I feel? Did you ever consider what this is all doing to me?"

Veins in Jaebum's neck popped up as his anger grew. "This isn't about you! You just happened to—"

"I've liked you since sixth grade."

Jinyoung stuffed his hands into his pockets as he watched Jaebum fall silent. there were glimpses of disappointment in his eyes, along with sadness.

"Yeah. Exactly. You never knew that, did you?" Jinyoung quietly asked, stepping away from the person he wasn't sure he could consider his friend anymore.

Jaebum paused before slamming his foot into a nearby door.

He screamed out of fury at himself.

i just wanted you to know that my feelings for you are genuine. nothing that i have done, or said on these notecards are lies. Crumbling up the piece of paper in one hand, Youngjae raised his other arm. "May I go to the infirmary?" "Sure." He grabbed his belongings and headed out the classroom, eyeing the empty desk of Im Jaebum. With a sigh, he took out his phone and started texting someone. ???-hyung

[c.youngjae]: hey [c.youngjae]: hyung [c.youngjae]: are you busy? [c.youngjae]: i want to talk for a bit [c.youngjae]: i'm, [c.youngjae]: there're a lot of things on my mind

Youngjae headed down the stairs, searching for the large room known as the auditorium. He knew it was rarely used unless the band or orchestra was planning to have a concert in the near future, anyway. Avoiding the gazes of any teachers that were walking by, he led himself down the path that would take him to the outside of the auditorium. On some of the soft, freshly mown grass, he sat down and shakily exhaled.

His phone buzzed.

1 new message from: ???-hyung

[???]: i'm here

Youngjae sat with his knees up close to his chest, typing away with his thumbs.

???-hyung

[c.youngjae]: i think my biggest fear ever just came true

[c.youngjae]: the guy that was giving me food

[c.youngjae]: it turned out to be im jaebum. the popular guy.

[c.youngjae]: i was just...

[c.youngjae]: so incredibly mad

[c.youngjae]: bc his friend, someone called park jinyoung personally called me ‘gross’

[c.youngjae]: i couldnt help but think about how hes been doing all this for his own entertainment...

[c.youngjae]: so i yelled at him

[c.youngjae]: and even though i know im angry at him for being a total jerk, smth about him makes me want to forgive him

[c.youngjae]: because despite all that,

[c.youngjae]: he's been a sweetheart to me

[c.youngjae]: ...and i kinda didnt listen to what he had to say

Youngjae shut off his phone with a sigh, tilting his head up to glance at the sky. the clouds that swirled around and restricted any blue from showing were dark. His phone vibrated in his hand so he unlocked it, checking the new messages he received.

???-hyung

[???]: you didnt hear him out, huh?

[???]: i think you should.

[???]: you never know what mightve been going on in his mind.

[???]: are you skipping class?

[c.youngjae]: yeah

[c.youngjae]: i'm sitting outside our school's auditorium

[???]: outside?

[???]: i hope it isnt cold.

[???]: its supposed to rain soon

[???]: do you have an umbrella?

[c.youngjae]: no

[c.youngjae]: i'll be fine

[???]: ...if you say so

Youngjae sighed once again and rubbed his eyes. He felt exhausted and didn't want to see anyone for the rest of the day. his teachers, classmates, even friends...

But the face of mysterious, sunglasses wearing 'Def Soul' would appear in his thoughts.

That was always something strange. Whenever he was down, he realized, he would either think about that person or directly text him. Before his two best friends, BamBam and Yugyeom, would come Def Soul.

What was wrong with him?

The clouds dropped bits of rain as his eyes dropped some tears down his face. Youngjae felt sad, but his body was too numb to be expressing any of those emotions. His phone slipped from his hand and fell onto the grass while his head leaned back. He opened his mouth and ate a few droplets of rain, hugging his knees closer to himself.

He wanted to stay like that until it was night, when no one could see him.

Footsteps along the pavement were getting closer to Youngjae.

"I'm sorry," a voice from behind him said sullenly, the footsteps stopping once close enough to Youngjae. He didn't bother looking at who it was because he just knew by that voice.

"'Sorry' is just a word," Youngjae replied, a tone of ruefulness in his quiet words. The sound of some wires and cloth shifted around behind him, and suddenly the rain stopped falling on his head. He tilted his chin up slowly to be met with the sight of Jaebum holding an umbrella over him.

"I never meant to hurt you," Jaebum practically whispered, crouching down to his knees while still holding the umbrella for the other. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Youngjae could see the genuinely apologetic expression the elder had on his typically flirtatious face.

Shaking his head slightly, Youngjae glanced straight ahead as he hugged his knees even closer. The wind became a bit stronger and he found it to be rather chilly.

Youngjae choked on a few of his tears as he replied, "I know."

Reaching his arm out, Jaebum used his hand to hold onto Youngjae's chin and pull his head to his direction so the two would face each other. The younger seemed so drunk in his thoughts that he didn't do anything in retaliation; he only stared at Jaebum in a way that the upperclassman found to be extra gorgeous.

"I like you, Youngjae... a lot," Jaebum murmured as he leaned closer in order to place his lips on the other's. Both shut their eyes in the process, holding the kiss in a long, gentle moment. The umbrella in Jaebum's free hand fell onto the grass as it crawled its way over to Youngjae's own hand, entwining their fingers together.

His tears tasted sweet.

Once the two slowly separated their mouths, Youngjae started to bawl. His body gave up its strength and plopped backwards into Jaebum's torso as his shoulders trembled while he sobbed.

Jaebum properly sat on the ground and wrapped his arms around Youngjae's body, holding him close.

"I'll never forgive you," Youngjae cried between his sobbing, gripping tightly on one of the elder's hands. His head was resting against Jaebum's chest and his eyes were glanced up, squinting at him, although his vision was blurry due to the tears. "I'll never forgive you for playing with my emotions like this."

"Baby..." Jaebum muttered as he stuffed his face into the other's cold neck, but to his horror, a hand met his cheek harshly in the form of a slap. He rubbed his cheek, staring at the crying mess that was Choi Youngjae.

"Don't call me that, ever." he coughed, choking on some more tears. "Forget that I even kissed you."

He threw on his backpack and sprinted away, leaving Jaebum alone and in grief once again.

Clutching his face, he screamed into his palm.

"What have I done wrong?"

And why was he losing everything he cared for?

#breakfast delivery #got7 #got7 fluff #2jae #2jae fluff #youngjae #jaebum #jaebum fluff #youngjae fluff #wakaba #jinyoung #park jinyoung #jackson wang #mark tuan #bambam #yugyeom #kim yugyeom

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