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skellymom · 2 months

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"I'M YOUR MAN"

Hunter x Jedi Fem Reader Supporting Character. SMUTTY++

Background: This one shot starts out very similar to my "Hunt and Peck" one shot. However, it's not just a Force Sensitive, but an actual Jedi. And, his Batchmates aren't in on the shenanigans. This is the VERY dirty version of "Hunt and Peck" but Hunter goes "solo".

I wanted to write a smutty fic from INSIDE Hunter's head space. We hardly ever really know what's going on in there. Well, now you do!

Word Count: 2.1K

WARNING: Male masturbation, oral sex, genital sex, spit kink, swearing kink, dirty word kink, praise kink, names of various sexual positions, bodily fluids, lots of dirty nasty sexy stuff. Lots of it. Very LEMONY content!

The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way. Y/N was a Jedi hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino. She would only be staying a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay.

Within two days Hunter was smitten. He usually kept his infatuations to himself as best he could...ESPECIALLY with female Jedi. But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore. Of course, he still engaged with her politely and respectfully. Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance.

Y/N was attractive. Not conventionally, as he wouldn’t consider himself attracted to just ANY pretty face. But she had that...thing. An essence? Something that just took him out at the knees. It was elusive...

...and she smelled SO GOOD. Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just got woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex...

Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat. His armor codpiece felt tight. Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted. He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship.

Technically Echo was to stand this shift. However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers.

Hunter could hear Crosshair breathing, Echo’s ticking mechanical heart, and smell Tech’s drool...as he slept face down with mouth open. Wreckers' snores were like a power tool, until his sleep apnea kicked in. Hunter would count the seconds unconsciously holding his own breath too...until Wrecker finally inhaled.

Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it...

...until Y/N sighed in her sleep. The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin. Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece.

Oh STARS! How did the other Clones deal with this??? Commander Bly following Aayla Secura around while she exposed all that beautiful blue skin. Or Deepa Billoba with her pretty braids and deep scarlet lips...

...then there was his first crush: Shaak Ti. A tall stunning Togruta with her long montrals and head tails.

DANK FERRICK! Y/N did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers. The thrumming of her presence on his senses. Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity. It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way. Was Y/N flirting with the Force? Hunter wasn’t exactly sure. Was that even ALLOWED?

Hunter ripped the codpiece off and tossed it onto the Marauder’s dash. His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.

These Jedi women are going to be the death of me!

Who was he kidding...WOMEN drove him crazy!!!

The last thing Hunter wanted was to cause any trouble...especially with a Jedi.

He had to take care of this situation...and put IT to “rest” ...NOW.

Walking back to the refresher wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he was supposed to be on watch.

Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for. He slid down comfortably in the pilot’s chair. Noting that Tech left one of his hand rags for mechanical maintenance hanging up in the cockpit, Hunter grabbed it for clean up later.

Looking around and listening one last time, Hunter gently rolled down his blacks and released his cock. Its meaty girthiness sprung up at attention. Uncut and big enough to satisfy, but not so large as to be painful. Poor Wrecker...Hunter thought fleetingly. So big he must hold back constantly to not injure. Gotta be stressful. People would give Hunter shit for being the smallest of the group. Heh, average ain’t bad. Especially since he exceeded at technique.

What was the saying on Kamino? Yeah...It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.

The head of his penis peeked out from the uncut foreskin. Hunter smoothed his thumb through the large drop of precum and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his cock. He shivered from the sensation but held back a gentle moan. He needed to be extra quiet. Keeping his mouth shut, Hunter also regulated his breathing.

Next, he cupped his cock in hand and gently but firmly pulled back his foreskin. Then he gave his shaft a few good pumps.

... A very feminine scent wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor. She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal. To her credit, she was extremely quiet.

The smell drove him crazy. More precum leaked from his cock.

Hunter closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to bury his face in Y/N’s pussy. He inhaled her scent and pictured himself licking and sucking her clit. How she would look from that point of view. Staring up over her mons pubis to see her writhe and sweat. Hair messed, face and chest flushed as he teased her to orgasm over and over again. Screaming his name, asking for more.

FUCK, he LOVED EATING PUSSY! LOVED watching his lovers lose themselves in ecstasy. Loved when they praised his talent for the job.

And, if they wanted to be fingered while he dined, he happily obliged. Gently of course...unless she insisted on it being rough. He followed directions very well and kept the channels of communication open. How many fingers? How’s that feel? You like how I’m fingering you? Tell me. I wanna hear you tell me. Yeah...whatever you want. I’m your man. Mmmm...You’re so FUCKING beautiful!

Pumping his cock, occasionally coming up to rub the leaking precum across his head and frenulum with his thumb. The mental image fueling his desire and the tingling of his penis.

Hunter also LOVED breasts. Big, small, he serviced them all. Lick them, kiss, twist, cup. But, he wasn’t in a hurry. No, Hunter wanted to appreciate the other parts of his lover's body and work his way there.

Nibbling Y/N’s thighs, tender kisses on her stomach. Women worry too much about their bellies. Who the fuck made them feel so insecure? Hunter wasn’t gonna get mad. He didn’t have time for that. Bring that belly here and let me worship it. The asshole that made you feel bad about that part of your body isn’t here...I AM. Look me right in the eyes. Yeah, hold that eye contact. Listen to me. I’m gonna make your body SING tonight. I wanna make you feel desirable...’cause you are. Now, grab my hair if you feel ya gotta hold on tight!

Pumped his wet cock a bit more...

AND ASSES! All sizes. Firm and jiggly...flat and flabby...

Fuck the guy who told you your ass wasn’t pretty. Probably the same dipshit who razzed you about your other body parts.

I’m here to tell ya: Your body parts make my cock wanna give you a standing ovation. I’ll happily kiss ANYTHING on your body, if it’ll get you off. Even the stuff you might be worried is too nasty and dirty. I’ll be as clean as you request or dirty as ya care to ask for.

Hunter needed to stay on track. All the blood was rushing to his lower extremities, making him a bit punch drunk. His eyes were half closed with horniness.

And he needed a bit more lubrication. Hunter leaned over his swollen member and spit on it delicately. The extra slide felt amazing.

Oh yeah...Hunter was getting ahead of himself. In his mind Y/N requested he kiss and suckle her breasts. In his mind, she moaned and raked at his back. Mmmmhmm...I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you like this. He moved up to lavish her neck with kisses, grinding his slippery member through her sex. The sound was loud and wet. Smells sooo good. Whispering in her ear, pressing his nose against her cheek You feel so good! FUCK...Hunter shivered, his cock twitching with anticipation.

Are you ready for me? Yeah? Gonna take my time, okay? I’m in no hurry...unless you WANT me to fuck you hard and put you away wet? I aim to please. So swollen and hard right now...could grab you around the legs, hoist ya up, and nail ya silly. Missionary? Doggie style? Cowgirl? Reverse Cowgirl? Vertical or Horizonal, I’m strong enough to get ya there.

No? Ok. Just give me the word. And I’ll take it nice...and easy.

Hunter slowed down the momentum on his cock. Stroking gently to prolong his arousal and not cum too soon.

What about me, you say? Heh...REALLY enjoying my time with you. I’m a man of variety. Whatever you want, I’m along for...ahem...the ride. However long it takes.

You wanna suck my cock? Well...chuckles...I won’t say NO to a good blow. Just ask you tease me a bit. He imagined the wet softness of Y/N’s mouth on his member. Swirling her tongue over his head, shaft...

...her hand firmly gripping his balls and he gripped them now...

...pumping his cock...gathering momentum.

Wanna blow my seed in your cunt, while I’m holding you. Full body skin on skin contact while I’m inside you. My uncut foreskin rubbing your pink jellybean clit while my cock caresses your G-spot. Bonus if I get to taste your mouth while you moan into mine.

Hunter lifted his pelvis off the seat, bracing his legs and abdomen...adding pressure to his core and the root of his sex. He slid his cock back and forth through his wet hand, gritting his teeth, and sweating.

I’ll do EVERYTHING in my power to take you over the edge ONE more time before I do. I got the stamina to fuck, suck, and caress you all night if it’s what you request of me. Over and over again.

I’m YOUR MAN.

As Hunter came, a very sudden and explosive scream erupted from the bunk room!

Hunter let go of his scrotum and slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back his violent moans. An intense, warm orgasm shot through his body. Hunter came SO HARD it hit the ceiling of the Marauder’s cockpit with an audible THUMP! A climax so sudden and strong, he shook and was unable to stand.

The bunk room erupted in chaos. Wrecker had fallen off the top bunk from sheer terror. Tech started awake and flung his datapad across the room...hitting Crosshair in the head. Only Echo remained unscathed as he slipped unaided by his prosthetics from the bottom bunk to the Jedi’s pallet on the floor.

He put his one intact arm around the Jedi. “Ma’am, are you ok?”

She, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily, “Oh...” stammered, “A dream.”

“Sounded like a NIGHTMARE!” Wrecker recovered from his fall.

The Jedi laughed nervously.

Tech finally found his goggles amongst the bedcovers, slapped them on, and ran to the refresher. “I’ll retrieve a glass of water for our guest.”

Crosshair rubbed the goose egg developing on his forehead. “Bring a bacta patch while you’re in there too!”

“Where the HELL is HUNTER???” Echo thundered.

On command Hunter slid into the bunk room. “What happened? Must have fallen asleep on watch!”

Echo turned to Hunter “Our Guest gave us quite a scare.” He looked puzzled as Hunter NEVER fell asleep on watch. “Due to a dream.”

Tech ran in and handed the Jedi a full canteen of water and a small towelette for her sweaty brow.

“Thank you, Tech.” She dabbed herself and sipped from the canteen...purposely keeping her eyes averted from the Sergeant.

“Bacta patch?” Crosshair growled at Tech.

“I ONLY have two hands, Crosshair!” Tech sassed his way back to the refresher.

“Looking a little FLUSHED too, Hunter. Sure you’re FEELING well? Crosshair sneered.

Hunter was just about to tell Crosshair to shut his pie hole when the Jedi interrupted. “I... think I’m ready to go back to sleep.”

“Alright.” Echo got back into his bunk. “You need ANYTHING, we’re right here.”

“I’m feeling better now.” She sighed. "Thank you Echo."

Wrecker leaned down and handed Lula to Y/N. “Lula will help you sleep the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Wrecker.”

Crosshair sneered at Hunter who turned to go back to his watch station.

Tech unpeeled the bacta patch and slapped it over Crosshair’s pie hole, then turned out the lights.

Next morning the Marauder landed at the Jedi’s destination. She thanked The Batch and descended the gangplank. Sergeant Hunter was the last to say goodbye and salute her.

“I must thank you, btw.” She blushed demurely and smiled.

Hunter looked confused and glanced to see where his Batchmates were at. They had already retreated into the ship, preparing to leave the planet.

“Uh...for what?”

“For being...MY MAN... last night.”

Hunter blushed crimson red... speechless but had SO MANY questions.

“I know what you’re thinking Sergeant. Jedi CAN have...relations. They just can’t be possessive attachments. And... technically we never physically touched...”

She winked and walked away towards her destination.

And that was how Hunter was literally mind-fucked by a Jedi.

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ellieluvr420 · 2 months

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Friends? Never. Pt.10 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

“I’m sending you and the same group you were with when you found those raiders as well as some others. We don’t know how big this group we’re looking for is so I’m going to send fifteen of you. Remember I want them brought back here alive, I want to talk to them.” Maria was pacing, a stern look on her face as you stood before her in her office. Since you had brought those raiders back Maria had interrogated them all and then sent them to be executed outside of Jackson, she had always been one to help anyone who needed it but if there was a threat to Jackson, she was ruthless.

“Okay, got it. When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow, first light. You’ve got experts in tracking and hunting in the group but I want you to lead, I know they’ll listen to you and I trust your judgement. Don’t make me regret that.”

“I won’t Maria.” You nod before turning on your heel and walking away, the whole walk home your mind was occupied with what you would tell Ellie, she knew patrols never started so early but Maria had refused your attempts at gaining her access on the mission, you couldn’t understand why she was so adamant on Ellie not coming, she knew Ellie was skilled on patrol, better than most people but she had vehemently forbid you from telling her the nature of the mission whatsoever.

You slipped out from under Ellie’s arm to begin getting ready for patrol, you feel her weight shift and hear a slight groan at your movement but she was still in a deep sleep which you were grateful for, you found it hard enough lying to her about this anyway and you knew if you were faced with her this morning you might give in entirely.

Once you’re dressed and ready to go you sneak back into Ellie’s room placing a kiss on her forehead and leaving a note on her bedside table.

Gone out for patrol but I’ll be back later.

Don’t get too bored without me XX

You slipped out her door and begun the foreboding journey to the gate. You were prepared, you were hunting, not being hunted and there was enough of you that it’s almost certain you’ll outnumber them, but you couldn’t help the anxiety knowing you were walking straight into fire.

“Hey boss, you ready?” Lacey was too enthusiastic for how early it was in the morning but her quip still brought a smile to your face as you hopped onto Greg and checked your rifle and handgun. As you jolted with the movement of Greg’s galloping, there was a constant metallic clanking from all the ammo loaded into your pockets and your backpack. You each had a pair of handcuffs and plenty of rope stuffed into your bag too, you were ready. You had to be.

Despite being surrounded by friends, you were quiet, everyone was. Dean and Susie were up front as they could track like you had never seen before. You resided at the back of the group with your head on a constant swivel. You all moved like this until Dean and Susie stopped just short of a mansion, you recognised it, the Baldwin mansion you had heard some call it.

“Think they’re in there.” Dean said to you as you rode up through the group to meet them up at the front.

“There’s tracks and can you see that window over there? That’s light. The fence wasn’t closed last time I came through here either.” Susie adds and you nod before turning your attention to the group.

“Groups of three, let’s go at it from all sides and close them in. Remember we’re bringing them back alive so let’s be quiet and try and catch them before it gets ugly. Got it?” They all nod before separating themselves into groups as you had said and heading down to their respective side of the fence. You, Dean and Susie walked round the perimeter of the building until you found an entrance to the basement, you tied up the horses and began sneaking into the mansion from below, Dean in front, Susie behind him and you watching their backs. You cleared the basement before moving up the stairs that bring out into the living space, the downstairs was mainly open floor, but the door brought you straight out to where the group was all sleeping. You thought to yourself that they were arrogant to not have anyone keeping watch, but it did you a favour no less. You counted eight of them so you signalled for two people to take one person, one to hold a gun to their head to ensure cooperation and the other to bind their wrists and tie a rope to their bound wrists behind their back, then looping it around their waist and leaving a segment for them to be tied to the horses reins. You were about to signal for them to start before you looked at the sleeping girl by your foot, you could see just from her shoulders poking out of her sleeping bag that you wouldn’t be able to take her on yourself if she put up a fight, so you signalled for Dean and Raphael to take her while you take someone else on your own. “Do as much as you can while she’s sleeping. Be ready for her to wake though.” You whispered before walking over to one of the other unaware sleepers. After taking a deep breath in and out, you nod at them all and in sync you begin incapacitating them.

The quiet room was no longer quiet, it was a symphony of hisses and insults and grunts as they tried, in vain, to escape your grasps. Once they were all tied up and secured on the horses, you started the journey back to Jackson triumphantly. Each pair of your group was riding next to each other as one person had the hostage on their horse and the other rode with a gun aimed at them just to ensure they wouldn’t get any ideas. You had made Raphael and Dean put the built woman on your horse and you rode behind the group with your gun pressed into her spine the whole way back. It was eerily quiet between the collective, no one daring to utter a word, even the girl in front of you had her head bowed in a sorrowful fashion, it shaking from time to time as if she’s having a heated debate within her mind. As you walked through the open gates you notice there were absolutely no staff milling about the stables and the armoury, only two guards stood behind Maria who was waiting for you all. She didn’t speak, simply turning on her heel and walking away from you all, beckoning you to follow. You stopped outside of the jail; it was rarely ever in use, but it had 10 cells lining the walls of the long corridor and a single room at the end. You could never understand why Maria ordered for so many cells to be put in but now you realised she was being cautious, being prepared.

You all dismounted your horses and untied the hostages before bringing them down to the ground also. You walked with Abby, still at the back of the group with your gun jammed into her back, she was shockingly complacent, as they all were but as she watched all her friends get locked into the cells only for her to be walked straight to the room at the back, you noticed the way her body tensed. You had assumed she was the girl that the raiders specifically mentioned and now you knew you were right. As you both entered the room, the guards took over and placed her in a chair that her ankles were chained too as well as her wrists that were still handcuffed behind her being tied to a metal loop that was securely fasted to the floor. They were taking no chances, and it calmed the almost painful nausea that had been twisting your stomach since you woke up this morning. As she sat, her face a picture of defeat, you took in her features. Her tired, blue eyes, the large build that caused her muscles to bulge with the slightest movement, her long blond hair that was pulled back into a neat braid, you both stared back at each other until Maria stepped in front of you as she pulled a chair with her to sit opposite the crestfallen girl. You kept waiting for the command for you to leave to come, but it never did, so you stood with your back against the wall as Maria interrogated the girl. It was painful to watch as despite the seeming acceptance of her fate she gave up essentially no information as to what they were doing here, who they were looking for, she barely said a word. But as the guards stalked over to her at Maria’s command, one landing a hard blow to her stomach that knocked the wind out of her and the other pinching her mouth and nose shut until her eyes widened at you in fear, you had to excuse yourself, unable to witness what you knew was going to happen. You raced past the cells and out of the jail without sparing a glance at any of the other hostages, you were so focused on getting away from the building you were speeding without looking up from the ground which sent you crashing into a suspicious-looking Ellie.

“Were you just coming from the jail?”

“Er yeah, Maria’s in there, she just wanted an update on patrol from me.”

“Why’s she in there?” She quirks an eyebrow at you, waiting to see what lie would leave your lips next. She had seen you bringing the hostages in, and she still had the conversation she had overheard between you and Maria at the forefront of her mind. She wasn’t angry at you for lying, you were following an order, from Maria no less and she knew how it feels to be on the backend of disobeying her, and she knew you did too, so she didn’t blame you, but she did enjoy watching you squirm under the pressure.

“I don’t know, I think her, and a couple of guys are just checking the durability of the cells, can never be too careful right?” You chuckle unconvincingly as she eyes you knowingly. You felt hot under her gaze, and you were seconds away from giving into the guilt that was consuming you more and more with every lie you threw at her, but she took pity on your anxious state and nodded as though she believed you before holding her hand out to you.

“Wanna get some lunch at the tipsy bison? Bet you’re hungry.”

“God yes, that sounds like heaven right now.” She chuckles at your immediate relief as you begin the short walk to your destination, still hand in hand. Your thoughts kept trying to drag you back to the girl in the jail but the sight of Ellie sitting opposite you giggling to herself at the awful joke she had just told you, kept you grounded.

You stand in the kitchen as you make eight sandwiches as well as cutting four apples in half and wrapping them up before slipping out the front door into the cool night air. You had tried to fall asleep, but you couldn’t, something was telling you to go back to the jail, you cursed the empathy pulling on your heart strings as you gripped the bag containing the food as the prison comes into sight. You slip round the back of the building and go through the side door to miss the two guards stood outside the front entrance before creeping into the long corridor where all the cells lined the walls. You lowered your bag to the ground before retrieving a sandwich and half an apple and feeding each set through the gaps in the bars, some of the inhabitants were awake and eyed you strangely before nodding their heads in thanks, the others slept but you left the food for them to wake up to. You knew they wouldn’t have had any food since they last ate before they were captured and judging from the awake one's reactions, it had been quite a long time. When there’s only one set of food left, you make your way back to the room where you assumed the girl still was and quietly opened the door, slipping through and shutting it behind you. As you turn, the girl's eyes are already on you, following your every movement suspiciously, she looked different to when you had left, her face was bruised and bloody, one of her eyes swelled shut, it sickened you and you were quick to grab the last sandwich and apple out of your bag. She eyed the food, and you could see the hunger in her eyes as you placed it on the ground in front of her cautiously.

“If I untie you to let you eat, you gonna do anything stupid?” She tears her eyes from the food that was calling her name and shakes her head vigorously at you. “Well, just in case you get any ideas, there’s guards posted at the only exit to the building, and we are all armed.” You add before walking behind her and untying the rope, you nimbly pick the lock of the handcuffs, a trick you had learned to get out of one of the padlocked side gates of Jackson over the years, you remembered how impressed Ellie was when she saw you do it for the first time when you were both fourteen and desperate to go sledding in the snow. As the lock clicks and the handcuffs drop off her, she lunges at the food, immediately unwrapping the sandwich and taking a large bite, humming at the taste. You watch her as you introduce yourself before sitting in front of her and pulling your gun from its holster, just to be safe.

“I’m... Abby.” She says hesitantly, it’s slightly muffled by the food in her mouth and the swell of her lip, but you can understand her just fine.

“I’m sorry for what they did to you Abby.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I saw you run out of here the second they changed tactics.”

“Oh... I need to ask you some things, I’m not going to hurt you but I’m hoping you’ll talk to me anyway.”

“Well, they already got it out of me so what difference does it make to me now.” She sounds ashamed, angry but ashamed of herself.

“Who are you looking for?”

“Joel Miller.” Joel, Ellie’s Joel, your stomach churned but you willed yourself on, desperate to understand.

“Why?”

“To kill him.”

“But why?”

“We were fireflies, he came in with a girl, an immune girl, my dad was going to operate on her to make a cure, but Joel stopped him. He massacred the entire hospital where we were stationed, including my dad.” She took a sharp breath in and looked down at the ground trying to collect herself. “He has to pay for what he did.” You can barely breathe; he killed all those people that wanted to make a cure from Ellie. Ellie, you wondered how much of this she knew but you assumed she at least knew something because Joel and Ellie’s relationship had been turbulent over the years. They had been better recently but there were years when the few occasions you saw them in public, Ellie never looked comfortable and he always looked sullen.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” She chuckle dryly at your words.

“Yeah right. You seemed super sorry when you tied us all up and dragged us back here.”

“You posed a threat to Jackson, some raiders that we captured the other week informed us about your group, I was given an order and I followed it. Are you a soldier at the...” You pause to read the patch embroidered into her jacket. “WLF?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m sure you understand, an order is an order.” She rolls her eyes but nods gently before reaching down to unwrap the half an apple now she had finished the sandwich. “Sorry it’s only half, I only had four at home.”

“Thanks.” You purse your lips as you observe the girl, taking in all she had told you. “Abby, they aren’t gonna let you leave alive, you all pose too much of a threat, if they offer for you to earn their trust and a place here at Jackson, take it. That’s the only way you’ll survive this.”

“Not gonna fucking happen.” You huff at the girl before standing as you watch her take the last bite of her apple.

“For your sake, I hope you change your mind.” You walk behind her and tap her wrist and take a deep breath, knowing what you had to do. “I’m sorry but can you put your hands behind your back.” You’re prepared for her to fight but she doesn’t, it saddens you to see it, a life reduced solely to revenge that she’d rather accept her fate than try to move on and live. You refasten the handcuffs and tie the rope to the loop in the floor and as you check that nothing looks out of place before walking to the door. You spare a glance back at the girl who was no longer looking at you and slip out the door to sneak home once again.

As you gently shut the front door behind you, Ellie’s voice causes you to jump and spin round to face her like a guilty child.

“Where you been?” You reflexively go to lie, you had been on a walk, needed some fresh air maybe but you couldn’t anymore, not when she was looking at you as if waiting for a lie. You sigh and walk to the living room, turning to make sure she was following, which she was. She joins you on the sofa, placing a gently hand over your thigh and rubbing soothing circles into your tense muscles.

“To the jail.”

“Why?”

“To speak to one of the hostages being held there.”

“What did you want to know?”

“Why they were looking for someone in Jackson.”

“Did you find out?”

“Yep.” She eyes you, waiting for you to explain and as you meet her eyes the words almost fall out of you. “They were coming to kill Joel, for what he did in the firefly hospital.”

“Oh... So, you know everything?”

“I guess, but I don’t understand why Joel took you from them if they just wanted to make a cure.”

“She didn’t tell you it would’ve killed me?”

“What? No.”

“To make the cure it would’ve killed me, that’s why Joel did what he did. He shouldn’t have but that’s why.”

“What do you mean he shouldn’t have? They were going to kill you, Ellie.”

“But it could’ve saved the world, I could’ve helped people.” She looks down at her lap as she fidgets with her fingers, even though she wasn’t looking at you, you could see the scowl on her face.

“You don’t know that. They might’ve killed you and their ideas could’ve been wrong, then there’s no cure and you’re still dead.”

“Why are you trying to justify what he did?” She snaps at you as she stands over you, her guard that had been lowered around you for so long you had forgotten what it looks like when it's up, was now back in full force. You rise slowly and walk to be stood in front of her as your hands cup her cheeks. You speak soft and quietly.

“Because if I had been given the same two options, I’d have done what he did a million times over. I know you think your life can only matter because of your immunity but you’re wrong. You’re so much more than that.” She can’t meet your eyes, she just stays staring at the floor as she shakes her head as much as your hands would let her. “Even if they could have developed a cure, how do they multiply it, distribute it, how does the world ever go back to what it once was? They were acting irrationally, and they were willing to kill a fourteen-year-old girl for it. I know you hold it against Joel, but I understand why he did what he did.”

She meets your eyes and they’re glassy and bloodshot, you press a light kiss to her lips before whispering in her ear. “It’s not your fault Ellie, you can’t martyr yourself for something like that, you’re a person and you deserve to live as much as the rest of us.” It was like your words unlocked the floodgates holding the tears in her eyes as she immediately clutched onto you as she sobbed into your shoulder. You stroke her hair and rub her back until the sobs turn into sniffles and eventually, she pulls away to kiss your forehead sweetly.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s the truth.” You held Ellie as she fell asleep that night, you knew the order you would be given tomorrow and you had made peace with it, Joel and Ellie needed more time, they needed to fix their relationship and you’d do anything to make that happen, anything.

The trip away from Jackson was a painstaking one, Maria had assigned Abby to you once she had assessed the risk, she observed how Abby was around you and decided it would be best for you to take her. You had gone back to the jail the next day at her request and while Maria explained the ultimatum to Abby, the only person Abby was looking at was you.

You walked behind her with your gun trained on her back, but it seemed pointless as she just trudged along, it was nighttime and you were on full alert, but the woods were only quiet. They were quiet until you heard the sound of a faint gunshot, you both jump a little and you hear a choked sob leave Abby’s lips and the sound is nauseating. Then another gunshot sounds, you count six before it goes completely quiet again, you wait for the seventh and it never comes which puts you on edge as you reach the destination Maria had told you to go to. “Stop here.” You mutter just loud enough for Abby to hear and without you having to say she stops and kneels on the ground, her head bowed. You close the distance between you two and raise your gun to her head. “This is your last chance Abby, I can take you back, just say the words.”

“No.”

“Please don’t make me have to do this, please just give in. There’s more to life than revenge, you can live in Jackson, it’s a good life. Why are you wasting this?” Your words come out frantic and angry, you’re angry at her stubbornness, angry at Maria for making you be the one that has to execute her, angry at her silence, angry at everything. “God please Abby.” Your voice is shaky and desperate as a few tears escape your eyes. She had been hurt, she had lost her father because of Joel, her friends are now dead, she’s lost everything and somehow you were still supposed to be able to execute her like it’s nothing. Your hand that was clutching the gun was shaking, trembling as you willed yourself to the pull the trigger. “Please Abby.” You try one last time but it’s no use, she’s accepted her fate, she’s made peace with it and that only angered you more as your gun waivered in your hand, until Ellie popped into your mind, and Joel.

They need more time.

Without giving yourself a second to think again, you raise the gun and squeeze the trigger, you don’t see her fall the ground as your eyes are clamped shut but you hear the thud which causes the few tears falling down your cheeks turn into fits of sobs as you fall down onto your knees clutching your chest. You know you need to move in case the gunshot attracted any infected your way but you can’t find the strength in your legs to get up and go. You stay kneeled for what felt like hours before you heard the ominous clicking sound you had been waiting for coming from deeper in the woods, you drag yourself up and away from the sorrowful body staining the ground red, you don’t stop moving until you’re at the gates being greeted by Maria.

“It’s done?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you, one came back, said she’s pregnant, she’s gonna work to be able to stay here, said she wants the right life for her kid.” At Maria’s words, the rage inside you grew, you had to execute Abby and someone else got to bring theirs back, you stormed away from Maria without another word and as you slammed the door of your home shut and begin stomping up the stairs you’re met with Ellie standing at your bedroom door, waiting for you. You stop and sigh, you had forgotten that Ellie would be waiting for you at home in all your blind rage.

“Hi El.” Your voice is tired and her face immediately twists into an expression of worry.

“Are you okay?”

“No, not really. I er- I think I’m gonna stay at Lacey’s for the night.” You didn’t blame Ellie or Joel but knowing they were part of what led you to have to take the life of someone you felt so much sympathy for made it hard to be around Ellie at that moment in time. You weren’t angry at her but you needed space to wrap your head around everything that had happened over the past few days.

“Oh... okay, is it because of me?” She looks hurt but not angry as you rush to her to hold her face in your hands.

“No, god no Ellie. I just- I just need some time. I understand why Joel did what he did but... That doesn’t mean I wanted to be the one to kill her, you know?”

“I get it. You’ll come back tomorrow though, right?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning, I promise.” Your thumbs caress her cheeks as she leans into your touch and grips onto your waist as if trying to keep you with her. She leans in and presses a kiss to your temple before catching your lips in a tender kiss that causes a few stray tears to cascade down your cheeks once again. She pulls away and wipes the tears from your face before stepping out of your way to let you gather your things from your room. She watches from the doorway before trailing behind you like a lost puppy as you make your way to the front door. She grabs your hand and pulls you into another kiss, even softer than the last and as you both pull away and lean your foreheads on each other’s. She gazes at your broken face and it only makes her feel worse.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise it’s not your fault.” You take a step back and take a deep breath in and turn to the door to open it.

“I love you.” You gasp and spin back to her.

“I love you more.” You offer a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes but she can see the sincerity in them as she returns the smile and without giving yourself a chance to second guess your decision you slip out the door and begin walking to Lacey’s.

psa: felt bad doing this to my bby Abby tbh but PLEASE don't hate me guys, this is supposed to be bittersweet not gut-wrenching I swear, i'm sorry okayyyyyyyyyy also sorry for ellie not being in this one as much!

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Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — Bonus Scene I (can be read as part 4)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Oliver Sykes x Reader | Words: 6.2k

Tags: polyamorous relationship, men in denial, a lot of swearing, angst, sexual content including p in v (protected), oral (m. receiving), masturbation.

Sheffield, United Kingdom

Summer 2024

I had barely wrapped the towel around my body when the sound of their escalating voices pierced through the tranquility of the house.

They were having an argument, and it wasn’t going good.

I rushed out of the bathroom and down to the living room, the urgency in my movements nearly causing me to lose my footing as I rounded the landing of Oliver’s home, my heart racing with a mix of confusion and concern.

Arriving in the living room, with my hair tied in a messy bun and my body clad only in the towel, I was met with a disconcerting sight. Oliver and Noah were standing in the middle of the living room, glaring, and shouting at each other. Both ignored me. Luna was conspicuously absent.

As I gazed between them, I noted their rigid positions and how charged their voices were. I had never seen them so heated. The smell of the heavy lunch we’d had that morning still lingered, but the atmosphere felt oppressive. The tv was murmuring in the background. Noah’s hoodie thrown casually on the armrest and Oliver’s MacBook still open on the other side of the sofa.

“Why all the shouting?” I questioned; my voice laced with concern as I surveyed the look on their faces, their expressions, and assessed how bad it could get from here.

Despite my presence, which usually incited their attention, they remained locked in the tense standoff, their focus solely fixated on each other. The air crackled with palpable agitation as accusations flew back and forth like arrows in a heated battle.

“Oliver here seems pretty convinced that I’m monopolizing your time, and that eventually I’ll keep you away from him, as if I’d ever sabotage this relationship,” Noah retorted bitterly, gesturing vehemently towards the man standing merely six feet from him. “Do you honestly believe I’d do such thing? What do you think I’m going to do to her, dude? Hide her passport so that she can’t travel anywhere? Burn yours so that you can’t leave this country?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” Oliver said, his voice dripping with frustration and resentment.

His bitter-edged response only continued to mount the tension, fueled by their sudden mutual distrust and resentment. Where was this all coming from?

“Oh, really? That’s what you think of me?”

Their voices grew louder, and I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of unease, a primal instinct warning of impending danger.

“Guys, please. Can you just…” They dismissed my attempt at diffusing the escalating conflict. I spotted Luna peering at us from behind the sofa. That’s where she had been; hiding. I couldn’t blame her. I had never seen Oliver and Noah acting like this towards each other, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little, too. “You’re scaring Luna,” I admonished, gathering some courage and adding a hint of anger to my tone. However, it seemed to have little effect on them.

“You’re being ridiculous, Oliver. You’re being jealous over fucking nothing! We’re all in this together. You love her. I love her. We’re all invested in this relationship. We’re fucking her together. I love watching you fuck her. I understand that I spend more time with her because of our residence in the States, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about you every morning and every night.”

As Noah’s words reverberated through the room and filled each corner, realization dawned on me. Of course, I had thought about this before, but I’d been too focused on my own happiness and pleasure that I hadn’t taken the time to address the issue. Now, as the fire grew in front of me, the problem was clear.

“Boys,” I said, taking a tentative step forward to position myself nearly in between their bodies. “Calm down. Please.” My hands were raised at level with their chests. I waited a few seconds, checking if my words had some effect. When I confirmed it and earned their looks, I spoke, “I think the problem is not about who’s spending more time with me,” I told them. “The problem is that you’re both fucking me but you’re not fucking each other.” It was blunt, but given their current state, I don’t think anything else would have made them redirect their focus to the real issue.

My blunt assessment seemed to freeze them in place, the weight of my words settling like a thick fog in the room. This was the crux of the matter, and I was determined to confront it head-on, even if the hardest part had to be sorted between them.

They went still, then. My words seemed to fill the room with prickling tension. This was the issue, and they were not going to change my mind. Ever since we started this relationship, I had expected for it to be more than just me getting fucked.

“You’re wrong,” Oliver protested after a tense pause, his voice tinged with defiance. “The problem is not sex. It’s just Noah being…”

“Again!” Noah shouted. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I love her! And I love what the three of us have! Where is the fucking problem, man? Why are you being such a teenager?”

“A teena—?”

“Guys, stop! Please, stop!” This time, I pressed my hands to their chests, feeling the tension radiating through their bodies. They pressed against me. I feared that if I hadn’t been there, things might have escalated into a physical confrontation. “Oli,” I called out. He ignored me. “Oliver! Look at me. Listen to me.”

It took a while, but eventually Oliver met my gaze. I eased the pressure of my hand on his chest, conveying through my touch that there was no need for defensiveness. Not with me.

“Do you feel like Noah is not spending enough time with you?”

Something crossed his eyes.

“Love, I swear it’s not that…” Oliver began, his voice softer now. I raised my hand, gesturing to silence him.

“I think the root of the problem lies with me,” I continued, turning my head to look at Noah. His chest was rising heavily, his nostrils flaring. If I hadn’t got out of the shower at the time I did, I might have made it downstairs to find him turned into a dragon. This was not the anger that he exuded on stage. This was real. This was raw. And it wasn’t nice. “I’ve been demanding too much from you without allowing you both the space to explore your own emotions and feelings toward each other.”

Noah chuckled, and I glared at him.

“I think we made it clear plenty of times that we’re okay with this, being the three of us together,” Noah added.

“Yeah, but… There’s a line that you haven’t crossed. Every time it’s there, you both recoil, as if scared to cross it.”

“We’re not scared,” Oliver was quick to say, his tone laced with bravado.

Noah had the same expression on his face, which told me that they were going to make this harder than required for me and for themselves.

“Then, why are you shouting at each other? Why are you making such a fuss about something that could be solved in five minutes if you sit down and talk like the adults you are?”

“Because it’s not about that,” Oliver retorted.

I raised an eyebrow.

“You’re jealous,” I said. “Not jealous of Noah spending more time with me. Not jealous of Noah getting to eat me out. You’re jealous because he’s not sucking your cock.”

Oliver started saying my name, his cheeks flushed, but stopped midway, frozen. When I looked at Noah, he had an identical expression etched his face, and when his eyes crossed Oliver’s, they both looked away.

This would have been funny —cute, even— if it weren’t for how angry they were. I knew better than to make fun of their behavior when they were fuming and one step away from becoming rottweilers.

“And you’re just angry because you don’t know how to channel those emotions,” I continued telling Oliver, “and instead of telling that to Noah straight away or getting on your knees, you decide to shout at him and accuse him of monopolizing my time.”

“Because he is! Are you taking his side?”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” I replied, turning to Noah. “You—.”

“What have I done?! Is it my fault that we were born in America and live in the same city?” He exclaimed, raising his arms in the air.

I ignored his comment.

“You know exactly where his feelings come from because you feel the same! And instead of being honest with him, and with me, you shout back at him as if he was your enemy.”

“You didn’t hear the things he said to me ten minutes ago,” Noah chided.

I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to know if Oliver had been serious.

“Did you mean them?” I asked Oliver. “Did you really mean them?”

“No,” he admitted, resignation evident as he dropped his shoulders.

I sighed, hopeful that this meant we were getting somewhere; that I’d be able to bring back the peace. I had to admit, though, that the ambience had been tense since before Noah and I arrived. The last videocall between Noah and Oliver hadn’t been very nice, and the strain between them had lingered since then. I could have noticed, but instead I ignored it, selfishly focusing on the thought that I would get to have them both together again in a matter of days, as soon as our flight landed in London.

“Can we sit down so that we can discuss this calmly?” I urged, exasperation creeping into my voice.

“No,” they both replied in unison, their synchronized loud response startling me.

My eyes widened. I sighed, hard, feeling a mix of irritation and desperation.

“Fine, do it your way, but I will sit down.” I relented. I tightened the towel around my body and settled on the sofa. Their brief, shared glance at my bare legs didn’t escape my notice, but it was quickly overshadowed by the tension in the room.

“Is anyone else happy in this relationship besides me?” I asked with my arms folded defensively against the chill creeping into my body.

“Yes. I am,” Noah replied. “I’m happy, too, but this moron here fails to see it. He fails to see everything I did for this to work. I could’ve had you all to myself if—.”

“There it is!” Oliver exploded, cutting off Noah’s words with the sharp edge of his tongue.

“Noah!” I admonished him, my tone and look conveying my disapproval at his choice of words. He shouldn’t have said that, regardless of whether it held any truth. He should not have said that.

“Oh, come on,” he retorted. “Don’t twist it now. I wouldn’t be here in this house if I wasn’t okay with what we have. I told you I’m okay with you fucking her,” he said to Oliver. “She loves you fucking her. And getting her to do what she loves matters to me more than anything else.”

“It shouldn’t be like that,” I murmured softly.

Noah simply gazed at me. I could tell he was tired. He didn’t want to argue, but the complexities of his and Oliver’s dynamic had ensnared them in a tangled mess.

“It’s clear that you two love fucking me, and I definitely love it, too, so no need to go through this again. Boys,” I changed my position, kneeling on the sofa cushions to meet their eyes with a pleading look, “do you doubt what I feel for you? I have no room for a single doubt regarding your feelings for me, but I’m willing to talk if any of you feel that I don’t love you enough, or that I favor one over the other.”

“Kitten…” Noah began, but it was Oliver’s fingers the ones that reached my chin.

“You’re everything we could’ve ever asked for. You haven’t done anything wrong, doll.”

“What about each other? Do you doubt each other?” I pressed, feeling a pang of cold as Oliver’s touch left my skin. “You have to talk to each other,” I insisted. “We’re not moving forward until you do.”

For a moment, I thought I did it. I thought that I managed to break through the barriers between them, that they would finally sit down and have an open, honest conversation.

But I was wrong.

They exchanged glances, communicating silently as they waited for the other to make a move.

I felt a growl building in my throat, frustration bubbling up inside me.

“Why are you being so macho? What’s the need for this?” I demanded. “I have no problem with you being all dominant and rough with me. But you can also be every other side of yourselves, and it won’t change the way I see you.”

I could see my words chipping away at their defenses, but it still wasn’t enough. My frustration grew with each passing moment, a sense of helplessness settling over me as they remained locked in that stupid standoff.

As my words hung in the air, challenging their stubborn resolve, I expected some sign of surrender, a flicker of realization in their eyes. But instead, their stances remained rigid, their expressions hardened by the weight of their unspoken turmoil. Oliver’s jaw tightened even further, his brows furrowing in defiance, while Noah’s eyes darted away, a silent admission of discomfort.

It was as though my words had ricocheted off their armored walls, leaving me standing alone in the battlefield. Despite my efforts to bridge the chasm between them, their refusal to let down their guard only fueled my frustration further, a searing flame of helplessness burning within me.

With a heavy sigh, I realized that I had reached the limits of my influence.

“This is it? You prefer to keep ignoring the elephant in the room? Both of you? For God’s sake… All right,” I stood up, crossing between their bodies and heading towards the stairs. Luna suddenly trailing behind me in a hurried way. Turning away, my footsteps heavy with disappointment, I left them to solve the problem on their own. “You can sleep in the sofa tonight. Or, I’ll take the sofa and you can take… the bed or the floor. I don’t care, but I’m not going to be a part of this anymore until the three of us are finally on the same boat. You’re being dicks to each other, and the three of us are going to pay for the consequences, eventually.”

Standing there was like watching a slow-motion collision, where each avoided the inevitable crash, preferring the tension to confrontation. My outburst was a last-ditch effort, a desperate plea to break through the thick walls of pride and insecurity that kept them at odds. But as I stormed out, leaving them to their stubborn silence, I couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this impasse would persist until they found the courage to confront the truth they both feared.

I woke up to the chill of two empty sides on the bed, and a pang of loneliness pierced my chest. When I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I could see the sadness etched into every line of my face.

I washed away the traces of sleep and decided to make the bed, a subconscious effort to delay facing the reality awaiting me downstairs.

They hadn’t come upstairs to sleep. Oliver entered the bedroom around 8pm to grab some clothes and retrieve his and Noah’s toothbrush from the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but be speechless at how dramatic they were being.

Thirty minutes later, having attempted and failed to find some peace and strength in a short meditation on the balcony, I went downstairs with hushed footsteps.

I started preparing breakfast, not aiming to disturb their sleep, but the soft hum of the coffee machine and the clinking of plates and cups echoing in the open kitchen stirred Noah from his slumber. On the other side of the sofa, Oliver lay sprawled on his back, his hair tousled. As the deep sleeper he was, he only stirred slightly before settling back into his restful state.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. It seemed that at least one of us managed to get some decent rest, even if it was on the couch.

As Noah propped himself up on his forearms, his gaze drifted over to Oliver’s form, then down to the middle of the sofa where their legs lay entangled, hidden beneath the shared blanket. The sight of their bodies occupying the entire sofa would have brought a smile to my lips were it not for the reason why they had spent the night there. I could only imagine them moving around and kicking each other during the night, adding another silly unnecessary thing to the pile of stuff they had been arguing about the evening before.

With a heavy sigh, Noah finally sat up and ran a hand through his face and hair.

“Morning,” he grumbled.

“Morning,” I replied.

Noah took a quick bathroom break. When he came back, he walked with deliberate steps to where I was standing in the kitchen. He leaned in for a morning kiss that I was more than quick to give. He lingered by the kitchen isle to watch me make breakfast, accepting the coffee mug I offered and taking a sip while keeping his eyes on me.

“I expected you guys to come to bed at some point,” I said in a low voice, trying to conceal the twinge of hurt I felt at the fact that they had opted for sleeping on the couch instead of addressing their issues and joining me in bed.

“I wanted to,” Noah said, his voice tinged with regret, “but you made it clear that we needed to sort things out first, that you didn’t want us in bed with you if we didn’t, so…”

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. I placed my hands on the edge of the counter, exasperation crawling back to my bones.

“You know it wasn’t meant like that,” I sighed. “I was just trying to nudge you both into dealing with the real problem.”

His silent response and the heaviness of his brown gaze on me confirmed my dreaded suspicion—he still wasn’t ready to. He still didn’t want to talk about it. Great.

“Did you miss us?” He suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Typical Noah. Whenever he knew he’d messed up, he’d try to sidestep the issue with softness instead of facing it head-on. I couldn’t help but be surprised that even after the heated argument we’d had the day before, he was still reluctant to confront the elephant in the room.

But when he looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes, I suddenly became weak.

“Every minute,” I admitted, a bittersweet smile forming on my lips. “I couldn’t sleep. I’m used to being sandwiched between you two now. I kept checking my phone, hoping for a text, and waiting for both of you to show up at the bedroom door,” I shook my head. “God, I’m turning into such a sap.”

My words elicited a laugh from him, one of my favorite sounds in the morning.

“You’ve always been a sap,” he teased, leaving the coffee mug aside and pulling me close until his hands found my waist. With no effort at all, he lifted me onto the counter.

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through the silky hair at his nape. He stepped between my legs, and I relished in the familiar warmth of his body against mine in the chilled morning.

“Did you talk?” I inquired softly, obviously referring to him and Oliver.

“Not much, to be honest,” he admitted. His forehead found mine as he leaned in. “I don’t know what to do.”

Allowing a moment for him to relax in my arms, I gently brushed a loose strand of hair from his forehead after pulling back to meet his eyes.

“I know you two are aware that this is not a relationship based solely on you two dating me,” I began, my voice tender. “We’re all in this together. We’re all dating each other. But you and Oli are struggling to come to terms with it,” I made a pause, my eyes boring into his, “or with what it means.”

A flash of insecurity crossed Noah’s face, his usual self-confidence momentarily faltering. My heart ached for him.

“I’ve never been with a man before, baby,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, understanding without him needing to explain. Of course I knew.

“I had never been with two men,” I started to say, reaching out to touch his cheek gently, “but here I am, utterly in love and happy with both of them,” I tried to summon a reassuring smile, but Noah’s insecurity lingered, prompting me to continue speaking. “It was scary at first. I spent weeks worrying about what would happen, especially when we flew back home after Europe. But everything is so wonderful now, and I wish to keep it that way, but for that, we need the whole package, Noah. And that includes you and Oliver giving each other what you’re missing out,” I playfully bopped his nose, but he flinched, giving me an annoyed look. All right. “Also, I don’t think Oli’s ever been with another man, either” I added, glancing toward his sleeping form on the sofa. “So, it would be a first time for both of you.”

“Would you… like that? Oli and me?” Noah’s voice wavered with uncertainty.

I reached for a biscuit from a plate beside me, taking a bite and chewing slowly. After licking some crumbs from the corner of my lips, I casually rubbed the heel of my socked foot against the back of Noah’s thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about sitting in the armchair in the bedroom and watch you and Oliver do nasty things to each other,” I said with a mischievous grin.

Noah narrowed his eyes at me.

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”

His teasing remark brought back a sense of normalcy, making me feel a bit relieved for the first time that morning after a restless night.

“So I’ve been told,” I replied nonchalantly, taking another bite of the biscuit.

Noah took the remaining biscuit from my hand and returned it to the plate before kissing me slowly, his hand cupping my cheek and his fingers tucking my hair behind my ear as our lips melded together.

“It’d make me really happy to see you together,” I said, placing my hands on his face and pulling back slightly to meet his gaze directly, “but I know it would make you and Oli even happier. You’re hungry for each other. I’ve seen it in the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. The sex is amazing, and we’re all satisfied, but you’re just dying to taste him and you’re too shy to make a move. Same with him, which is unusual,” I continued, drawing out my words as I shrugged my shoulders, “given how carefree he is with everything he says and does, including those impromptu cat walks when he’s wearing that silly maid outfit.”

We shared a laugh, the tension dissipating further before indulging in another lingering kiss. This was Noah’s way of seeking reassurance, and I was more than happy to oblige and give it to him. I would give him as many kisses as he needed.

“This is where all this tension is coming from”, I concluded, my voice softening once again.

Noah’s chest rose with a heavy sigh that said he finally admitted it. He released the breath he had been holding just as Luna appeared at our side, her eyes pleading for her morning walk.

“Can you wait a bit, darling? We’ll take you out in a few minutes,” I said to her.

“I’ll take her out now,” came Oliver’s unexpected voice.

Noah and I startled at the interruption, Noah moving away from me as if caught in something criminal. Despite reaching out to him, my eyes focused on Oliver.

Oliver excused himself to go to the bathroom before I could open my mouth. He was still upset about what happened the night before, and I guess he didn’t like seeing me in Noah’s arms first thing in the morning, especially since that’s what started the arguments the day prior.

I reminded myself to stay calm. I’d have to go through the same talk with him to get him to the same place where Noah was.

“Oliver,” I said, my voice gentle yet firm.

“What?” came his response, edged with tension. He avoided looking at Noah.

Seeing them like this broke my heart and infuriated me simultaneously.

“You and Noah need to talk. Right now,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.

The whole situation was dripping with irony. I wanted to shout back at Oliver all the things he had preached about before we started this relationship—all that talk about communication being paramount to make this work. Where was all that now?

“We can talk later,” he replied, attempting to evade the conversation by calling out for Luna, who happily trotted towards her dad, tongue out and tail wagging.

“No,” I asserted, holding my ground. “You two are going to talk right now,” I insisted, positioning myself at a fair distance between both so it wouldn’t seem like I was taking sides. “I swear, if either of you keeps dragging this out without reason, I will get on the first flight back to Los Angeles. So, decide right now. Do you want me to leave?” I directed the question to both of them. “Or do you want more? What’s it going to be?”

Oliver dropped his shoulders in resignation, a small victory amidst the tension. Noah was standing behind me. I could tell that he was ready to get it together and be honest with Oliver and with himself, but he would keep holding back until it was clear that Oliver was in the same boat.

Setting Luna’s leash down in the kitchen isle, Oliver caused Luna to drop her tail and tilt her head in confusion. Wasn’t he going to take her out? I made a mental note to go out with her later for a long walk, but right now, Oliver and Noah needed to have the conversation they’d been avoiding for months.

Oliver let himself fall onto the sofa, pushing the blanket that he and Noah had used during the night to the side without bothering to fold it. His green eyes met mine. Then, his gaze finally shifted to Noah.

“Come here,” Oliver said to Noah, patting the spot next to him.

Noah sat next to him, a huff coming out from him, his arms resting unpreoccupied between his legs. It took him a moment to turn his head toward Oliver, but when he did…

They held each other’s gazes for a while. I don’t know what they felt in that moment, but I was certainly feeling the anticipation, my heartbeat increasing with each passing second.

Oliver raised his arm and then his fingers were touching Noah’s chin and lower lip. There was a question in his eyes, something that only they knew what it meant.

Then, they leaned into each other, and they kissed.

My breath caught in my throat, but as their mouths moved against each other, I found myself flooded by a sense of relief and… excitement. Was this supposed to be wrong? It definitely didn’t feel like it. I was enjoying it very much, feeling pride for my boys and pride at myself for having achieved this.

Though they appeared entirely oblivious to my presence in the room, their movements seemed to align with the path I hoped they would follow.

As I contemplated where to position myself to observe the unfolding scene in that summer morning, Noah sank to his knees between Oliver’s legs, deftly undoing the laces of his sweatpants until he slid them down, taking his underwear along with them to his ankles.

A muttered curse escaped Oliver’s lips, betraying all the tension that had been following us since days prior.

Noah raised his eyes at him before daring to put his hands on his length.

“Is this what you want?” Noah asked him.

If he really wanted an answer, he didn’t wait for it.

His mouth swallowed his length, and within seconds, Oliver was leaning back on the sofa, clutching at the pillows with clenched fists, his lips parted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Had I imagined this scenario before today? Yes, I had, but never had I voiced it aloud, nor di I anticipate witnessing it, in all honesty, especially not amidst the chaos of the day’s events.

I was about to climb onto the counter to get a better view of Noah pleasuring Oliver when Oliver’s green eyes caught mine.

“Doll,” his voice was ragged, breathless, “why don’t you come over here and join us?”

Uncertain of his intentions, I approached them cautiously, licking my lips. Oliver gestured toward the corner of the room, his chest rising and falling as Noah continued his ministrations between his legs.

“Jesus Christ,” Oliver muttered before mustering the strength to focus back on me. “Doll, sit down and touch yourself. Don’t stand there watching us. This isn’t some damn show.”

Noah hadn’t even lifted his head from Oliver’s lap, his attention entirely consumed by the task at hand, when he said, “Do it. Now.”

Taking a deep breath, I settled onto the corner of the sofa, positioning myself to their view. Oliver’s gaze roamed over me, his struggle evident as Noah continued, relentless.

“Feet on the sofa. Panties off. Let me see you,” Oliver instructed, his voice restrained, indicating he was not far from the edge.

I complied, feeling a slight shyness creeping in. This was a scenario none of us were accustomed to. Slowly, I parted my legs, and Oliver raised an expectant eyebrow, silently urging me on. Without hesitation, I grasped the hem of my oversized shirt and lifted it, revealing the black thong I wore underneath.

“I said—” His voice was cut off abruptly as Noah took him deeper, to the back of his throat, “off,” Oliver growled, his demand leaving no room for negotiation.

With a quick movement, I lifted my hips and removed my thong, spreading my legs open to their gaze. As my fingers found their way to my clit, tracing soft circles around it, I sensed that we were in for a wild morning.

Barely two minutes into the act, Oliver let out a primal growl, his head thrown back, hands gripping Noah’s hair tightly as he pressed him against his crotch. With a soft ‘pop’, Noah released him, drawing in a deep breath and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Don’t tell me that was your first,” Oliver said, “because there’s no way I’m going to believe you.”

Noah chuckled, his laughter momentarily dissipating the heat in the room. The sound would have relieved whatever remnants of tension and fear remained inside of me were it not for the fact that I was about to come myself.

“Definitely a first time,” Noah replied with a tilt of his head. Then, as if sensing my arousal, he turned his head towards me, and his smile fell.

He stood up, his hungry faze traveling from my face down to my exposed pussy. He had been so focused on Oliver that he hadn’t noticed the spectacle unfolding on the other side of the sofa.

Without uttering a word, Noah walked towards me. He didn’t need to bend down or extend an arm; he simply removed my hand and then, he just… touched me.

“You’re a mess,” he acknowledged, his fingers dragging slowly through my folds.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted me, causing the burning sensation inside of me to only intensify, threatening to consume me if I didn’t get their hands on me in the next few seconds.

“Oli,” Noah called out, glancing over his shoulder. “You good? She needs to be rewarded, don’t you think?”

“Sure she does,” he agreed, pulling up his sweatpants and running a hand through his hair. “Sit back,” he told Noah. “I’m going to enjoy this. Doll, do you want to ride Noah?”

“I don’t think you have to ask,” Noah added, a grin spreading across his face as he extended his arm towards me.

Grasping his hand, I moved myself onto his lap. Noah’s hands found my hips beneath the hem of my t-shirt, while Oliver took hold of my right hand, bringing it to his lips.

“You need to be rewarded for doing so good to us.”

“Right?!” I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows at him with a smile. It wasn’t lost on me that he had been denying his desire for Noah to pleasure him for months. These men and their stubbornness…

“And you’re such a good, good girl to us.”

“She is,” Noah agreed, his voice a whisper as his hands guided me onto one of his thighs, pressing me down against him, my dampness spreading onto the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Come on, baby. Use me,” he urged, his hands steadying me with a firm grip on my hips.

“But…” I began, my face flushing crimson.

“I’ll fuck you in a moment, but I want you to use me first,” he insisted, his voice filled with desire.

Feeling self-conscious under the intense scrutiny of both men’s gazes, I opted to press my mouth to Noah’s as I began to grind against his thigh. He tasted like Oliver and the experience made me dizzy. Noah swallowed my moans eagerly, while Oliver urged me to go faster, his hand caressing my ass enticingly as I moved myself on top of Noah.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, at some point Oliver grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me towards him so that he could kiss me passionately, allowing Noah a breather.

Eventually, I became a whimpering mess, my hands sliding down to find Noah’s bulge. I stroked it a few times with my open palm before deciding I couldn’t wait any longer. With deft fingers, I unlaced him and freed his cock.

Noah’s hand in my waist steadied me.

“You sure about this?” The question was directed to Oliver. There was concern in his voice.

Oliver dismissed it with a shake of his head. “That pussy is not going anywhere. It’s ours. So go on. Take her.”

Noah nodded. I whined in his arms, hoping that he would just let me get him inside of him.

“Condom?” He asked, still directing his questions to Oli.

Oliver disappeared briefly, returning with a condom package that he handed to Noah. However, I took it from his fingers.

“I’ll do it,” I offered, taking the package and swiftly sliding the condom onto Noah’s cock.

Lifting my hips slightly, I positioned myself above him and sank down, moaning softly, a melody that echoed in Noah’s ears and Oliver’s too.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Oliver murmured in awe, watching each of my expressions like a hawk.

Resting my head on Noah’s shoulder, I began to move my hips in a rhythmic motion, gliding up and down, front to back, performing a dance on top of him that ignited a bigger fire inside of me. The intensity heightened when Oliver sneaked a hand between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit with precision.

“Come for us, babygirl,” Oliver said, his voice a seductive whisper.

Unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure, I surrendered to the sensations, especially as I felt Noah pulsating inside of me. His grip tightened on my hip, his other hand tangling in my hair as he pressed his face against my neck, emitting a primal roar against my skin as he released himself into the condom.

I dug my nails on his shoulders through his t-shirt as my own orgasm crashed over me, the waves of pleasure overwhelming me as Noah’s pulses still filled me up and Oliver’s fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit.

It took me a moment to find my voice amidst the euphoria. I asked Noah if he was okay, and he responded with a sloppy kiss on my jaw, a bright smile spreading across his face afterward.

I glanced at Oliver, who was watching us with admiration despite our dishevelled state. Not that he looked much better himself.

After nuzzling against Noah’s chest for a moment, I shifted myself towards Oliver. Wrapping my arms around his neck, half of my body still remained in Noah’s lap. Noah lifted my shirt to uncover my ass, giving it a playful slap before caressing it and dropping his head back with a contented sigh.

“Good talk,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice and eliciting laughter from all of us.

“Yeah,” Oliver agreed with a chuckle. “We should have more breakfasts like this.”

Our moment of levity was abruptly interrupted by Luna’s barking.

She stood in the doorway, looking frustrated that we had completely forgotten about her.

“Oh, shit,” I said.

Yeah, our bad habits were just about to get worse.

SNIPPET FOR THE EPILOGUE

As I ascended the stairs, Luna faithfully trotted behind me, her tail wagging with excitement. When I reached the threshold of the room Oliver used as a study, a place where Noah and he often used to spend time composing music together, I found both of them leaning over the screen of a MacBook, engrossed in something. However, Oliver quickly closed his laptop as soon as I entered the room.

"Is something wrong?" I inquired, noticing the sudden shift in their behavior.

"Nothing," they replied simultaneously, their responses lacking conviction.

I raised an eyebrow. Noah brushed past me, planting a kiss on the crown of my head before casually asking about our trip preparations. It was clear he was attempting to divert the topic.

"What were you doing?" I pressed, sensing there was more to their interaction than they were letting on.

"Nothing. Just discussing some things about work," Oliver replied tersely. "I'm sorry. That was the last of it. Let's enjoy the trip now."

The attempt at convincing me was a total failure.

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haesunflower · 9 months

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jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

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The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns.

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room.

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked.

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules.

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious.

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly.

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all.

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…”

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room.

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face.

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.”

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit.

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm.

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses.

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need.

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary.

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.”

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow.

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length.

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard.

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.”

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”.

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower.

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would.

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.”

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t.

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile.

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time.

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all.

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PART 1 HERE

A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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queenshelby · 8 months

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Our Little Secret (Part Three)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Daddy Issues

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

It was two o'clock on Sunday evening and you had already packed your bag for the night as well as the following day at school.

"Where are you off to?" your mother Sarah asked casually, not quite understanding why you were so nervous and excited.

"Emma invited me over for dinner tonight. I will be staying at her house, if that's alright," you lied effortlessly, keeping up the charade. Your mother looked uncertain for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Well, that sounds fun," she replied, her tone suggesting she was unsure whether to trust your story or not. She had become increasingly suspicious of your behavior recently, due to your secretive nature.

"It will be, I think," you told your mother while disliking the very fact that you had lied to her. Lying was not something you unusually did, especially not to your mother, and just as you thought about your actions some more, you heard the doorbell ring.

You tried to hide your apprehension and nervousness, pretending to be focused on answering the door. As you opened the door, however, your heart sank when you saw Cillian's wife Danielle who, until now, you had only encountered twice.

"Look at you, all dressed up. Are you going on a date?" she asked as she saw you, your hair tied back neatly, wearing a simple but elegant dress.

"Sort of, seeing a friend" you replied nonchalantly before calling for your mother, hoping that she wouldn't ask any more questions.

Danielle crossed her arms over her chest, clearly skeptical of your answer. "Just friend? Or boyfriend?" she pressed, glancing at the house, expecting to find Cillian hiding somewhere as, usually, his brother Frank's house was where he would go if he had trouble at home.

"Just a friend. A girl I am going to school with," you told Danielle, trying to sound casual but feeling a bit anxious.

You didn't want to get caught lying to her, but it was necessary to protect your secret affair with her husband. You didn't know what she might do if she discovered the truth, especially given her volatile temperament.

"Fair enough," she went on to say before, finally, your mother came walking down the stairs to greet her.

"Hi, Danielle! It's so good to see you," your mother welcomed her, her voice bright and friendly despite the undercurrent of uncertainty.

"Likewise. Thanks for having me over," Danielle responded, her tone still slightly cold but warming up somewhat.

"Come in, I will make us some coffee," your mother offered, and you wondered what this was all about.

Your mother Sarah did not usually get along with Danielle but, for some reason unknown to you, she had invited her to your house following yet another argument with Cillian.

"What are you two up to?" you thus asked nosily as your curiosity got the better of you. The two women exchanged awkward glances before Danielle cleared her throat and replied, "We were just catching up."

You nodded, but it was clear to everyone in the room that there was an underlying tension between you, your mother, and Danielle. This tension seemed to intensify whenever the three of you were in the same space, creating an uneasy atmosphere in your home.

As the conversation turned to trivial matters, such as the weather and local events, you felt a mix of relief and frustration. While it was nice to divert your attention from the growing animosity among the adults, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Unable to escape the discomfort any longer, you decided to finally excuse yourself and head to the Four Seasons where you were meeting Cillian at four o'clock, hoping that Danielle would not have become to notice.

Leaving your mother and Danielle behind, you stepped outside into the cool evening air, allowing it to clear your mind and refocus your thoughts.

The walk to the Four Seasons was relatively short, allowing you to think about the complex web of lies and deceit you had spun around your own life. You were no stranger to playing games, but never before had you been involved in anything quite so treacherous.

Each step you took towards the hotel brought you closer to the man whose touch had ignited a fire within you. Your skin tingled with anticipation, eager to experience the heat of his embrace once again even while thinking about his wife being at your house, drinking coffee with your mother.

She was clearly oblivious to what was happening behind her back and yet, for some reason, you did not care.

The Four Seasons loomed ahead, its facade a stark contrast against the darkening sky. Your heart raced as you drew nearer, fear and excitement coursing through your veins. You knew that once you entered those doors, there would be no turning back. Your fate was sealed, your desires laid bare for Cillian to devour.

The familiar scent of his cologne wafted toward you, making your pulse race as you saw him standing there, in the lobby, right on time.

He noticed you too, his eyes locking onto yours before he greeted you casually.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered. His voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down your spine.

You smiled shyly, your hands trembling with anticipation. "And you don't look so shabby yourself," you whispered back, unable to meet his gaze.

He moved towards you, his fingers trailing lightly across your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch, yearning for more, but he wouldn't allow it. Not here, amongst all those people.

Without a word, he led you towards the elevator, pressing the button to call it.

"How was your weekend?" he then asked casually again, engaging in some small talk with you and you could not help but bring up his wife and the fact that she had visited your mother earlier that day.

"She does not know about us, does she?" you then asked, trying to figure out how much danger you were in.

"No, sweetheart, she doesn't. She knows nothing about our little trysts," he assured you confidently, his voice deep and calming.

"Then why did she come and visit my mum? They don't usually get along," you asked cautiously, trying to understand the reason behind her visit.

"I would say it has to do with my sister's wedding in France. Apparently, she asked both, Danielle and your mother to be her bridesmaids," he explained matter-of-factly, attempting to provide an innocent explanation for Danielle's unexpected visit.

You pondered his words silently, processing the information. It made sense - they might have met during the preparations or simply bonded over the family drama.

"So, you are saying that we are all going to France together? Like a family excursion?" you chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. You couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all – you, caught in a tangled web of lies, planning to deceive everyone around you, and now being dragged into this foreign adventure.

"Something like that," he replied with a grin, his hand lightly touching your cheek. "Which could be interesting," he then pointed out playfully, making you blush even more.

You followed him into the elevator, your heart pounding harder in your chest. He reached out, gently caressing your arm, making you shiver in anticipation. As the elevator doors closed, you found yourself pressed against him, your breath quickening.

When the elevator stopped at the top floor, he guided you towards his room, the air thick with tension. Inside, he swiftly shut the door behind you, closing off the world outside.

"So, you said you wanted to spend the entire night with me," you told him, shivering slightly.

"Yes, I intend to," he responded huskily, his eyes burning with desire.

"What about your wife? Won't she miss you at home?" you questioned; your concern evident.

He shook his head, reassuring you. "No, she won't. We've planned this out. It'll seem like I'm away for an interview," Cillian reassured you while he approached you, caressing your skin.

His words gave you a sense of relief, but also a twinge of guilt. You were deceiving your mother, his wife, and potentially ruining lives and relationships. But as you looked into his eyes, you felt a surge of passion and longing that seemed to override all other feelings.

You leaned forward, your lips grazing his as you tentatively kissed him. His response was immediate and intense, his mouth claiming yours with an urgency that left you breathless. You pulled back momentarily, needing to catch your breath.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

In a flurry of movement, you obeyed, shedding each piece of clothing until you stood naked before him.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "And so obedient too," he smirked, seeing that you had, indeed, complied with his request.

"Tell me what you want me to do," you requested nervously, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. You wanted to prove yourself to him, show him that you were willing to push boundaries for him.

Cillian studied you for a moment, his eyes burning with desire. Then, without further ado, he grabbed your hand and led you towards the bed.

"Something we have not done before," Cillian requested, his eyes burning with desire.

"And what may that be?" you queried cautiously, attempting to maintain eye contact despite the shiver running down your spine.

His eyes glinted with a mixture of anticipation and lust.

"I want you to get on to your knees and use your mouth to make me cum," he determined, and his bold statement sent shockwaves through your body, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"I will try," you stammered in response, feeling a mix of dread and excitement well up within you.

He nodded approvingly, a smug smile curling the corners of his lips. "Good girl." He stepped closer, allowing you to catch the scent of his musky cologne. His breath, heavy with desire, caressed your cheek as he leaned in close.

With one swift movement, he pulled off his belt, undid his pants, and pushed them down, freeing his long, hard erection. In the dim lighting, it stood proudly, calling out to you.

"Get on your knees. I will talk you through it," Cillian instructed calmly, his tone betraying no trace of impatience. You swallowed, your throat dry from the sudden surge of adrenaline. Gingerly, you knelt down, placing your hands behind Cillian's legs, feeling the soft fabric of his briefs brush against your fingers. Your entire body trembled with apprehension and excitement.

"Start by using your tongue to trace the outline of my shaft," Cillian ordered.

His voice, laced with authority, caused your pulse to race even faster. You complied hesitantly, following his instructions. As your tongue touched his sensitive skin, he groaned softly, a deep rumble that reverberated throughout your core.

"Now open your mouth and take my cock inside," he commanded, his voice now thick with arousal. Swallowing hard, you obeyed, taking him into your mouth.

It felt strange, yet thrilling. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations, trying to ignore the uncertainty coursing through your veins. As you moved your head up and down, Cillian's moans intensified, fuelling your confidence. Your heart raced, the excitement overpowering any lingering doubts.

Cillian grabbed your hair, guiding your movements. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice laced with approval.

"Keep going. You're doing great." The praise warmed your heart, filling you with a newfound sense of confidence. Your lips caressed his length, moving slowly, deliberately.

You looked up at him, watching his reaction, and saw the intensity in his eyes. His gaze locked onto yours, and he pulled you closer by your hair, commanding you to go deeper. You obliged, taking more of him into your mouth, feeling the tip tickle the back of your throat.

Cillian threw his head back, arching his back and groaning deeply.

"Open up your throat for me," he demanded, pulling you closer by your hair. You obliged, taking him deeper into your mouth, feeling his weight on your shoulders as you did so.

Cillian held onto your hair, controlling your movements, his other hand reaching down to fondle your breasts. His touch sent shivers through your body, heightening your awareness of every part of your body. He cupped your breast, tweaking your nipples, causing you to gasp at the sensation.

You found yourself becoming more confident more adventurous, as you continued to pleasure him.

"Open," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. You obeyed instantly, widening your throat to accommodate his full length. Cillian growled in appreciation, his hips thrusting forcefully, driving himself deeper into your throat, causing you to gag.

He smiled, knowing how much power he held over you as you almost choked on his cock.

Cillian took advantage of your vulnerability, grabbing your chin and forcing you to stare directly into his eyes. "That's right, baby. You need to take all of me. Relax and open up your throat for my cock" he groaned.

He then released your chin, and you coughed violently, tears streaming down your face. "See? That's what happens when you don't listen," he chuckled and you gasped for air, the tears in your eyes making it difficult to focus.

"Do you think you can swallow all of my cum?" Cillian challenged the question as a test of your ability to fulfil his desires. You felt a twinge of panic, unsure of how you would react, but you remained silent, hoping your silence conveyed confidence as he continued to use your throat for his pleasure.

Cillian grinned, amused by your reaction. "I guess we will find out soon enough," he stated, his tone leaving little doubt as to the outcome. He grabbed your head again, angling it toward his shaft, and began thrusting into your mouth with a fervour that sent a shudder through your body.

As you deep-throated him, your saliva mixed with his precum, lubricating the action. You struggled to swallow, your throat straining under the pressure, but you persevered, eager to please him. His rhythm grew more intense, faster, as you attempted to keep pace with his demands.

Cillian reached down and cupped your breast, pinching your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. This only served to spur him on, and he pushed deeper into your throat, causing you to choke again.

As you struggled, he grasped your breast firmly, massaging your nipple roughly, which intensified your arousal. Your mind clouded, overwhelmed by the erotic stimulation, and your body ached for release.

Cillian continued to thrust harder into your mouth, grunting and swearing incoherently. You tried to keep up, your head bobbing wildly as you sought to keep him satisfied. Your own breath was ragged, and your heartbeat pounded fiercely in your ears.

The thought of pleasing Cillian further drove you to continue pushing past your limits. You felt your body responding instinctively to his touch, growing wetter, more aroused. Your hands grasped his thighs tightly, trying to hold on to something steady amidst the chaos.

Cillian's hips bucked violently, and you struggled to keep up with his increasing tempo.

"Be a good girl and swallow all of it," he eventually ordered just before you felt your mouth fill with his essence, a warm, musky liquid that made your taste buds tingle. Despite your fear, you knew you couldn't fail him.

You summoned the courage, opening your throat fully to receive his cum. As his hot seed filled your mouth, you felt a rush of satisfaction rise up within you and Cillian's grip on your head loosened, and you pulled away, allowing his semen to slide down your throat. It tasted bitter, but you didn't let it deter you. Instead, you savoured the experience, relishing in the fact that you had given him such immense pleasure.

"Such a good girl" he complimented, running his hands through your hair, sending shivers down your spine. You felt a mix of pride and excitement at his words. "Well done," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

You blushed, looking down at the floor, embarrassed yet exhilarated by the praise. You realized that this was just the beginning - a stepping stone towards exploring even more taboo fantasies together.

Your heart raced, fuelled by the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Cillian's dominance left you both excited and terrified, a dangerous combination that only amplified the sexual tension between you. He grabbed your chin, tilting your head upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you completely captivated.

"Now lay down on the bed for me and spread your legs wide," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

Swallowing nervously, you obeyed, crawling onto the king-size bed, spreading your legs wide open, exposing yourself completely to him.

Cillian's eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed body, appreciating the sight of your long legs, smooth skin, and soft curves. "I want to see your body covered in my cum tonight," he announced, his voice husky with desire. "But first, I want to try something I bought for you," Cillian revealed, his voice dark with malice.

You hesitated, uncertain about where this was heading. But before you could ask, he unveiled a black velvet bag containing an array of toys. Your eyes widened, as your curiosity piqued.

What did he have in store for you now? Feeling vulnerable and scared, yet excited by the prospect of being in his control, you watched him carefully, waiting for his next move.

Cillian selected a mysterious item from the bag – a blindfold. He positioned it gently around your eyes, ensuring it was comfortable but restricting your vision.

"Now, close your eyes," he instructed, his voice low and seductive. Your heart raced as you obeyed, the darkness surrounding you intensifying the anticipation.

With your eyes closed, your other senses were heightened, amplifying the already palpable sexual tension. You could feel the softness of the sheets beneath you, the warmth of the room, and the lingering scent of Cillian's cologne mingling with your own unique fragrance.

Cillian then reached for your wrists and guided them above your head where he tied them to the bedhead with two silk scarves.

You shivered slightly at the restraint, your body reacting involuntarily to the feeling of helplessness. However, the excitement built within you as you realized you were entirely at his mercy.

Cillian moved in between your legs, his presence a commanding force that filled the room. He ran his fingers gently along your shoulder blades, drawing soft circles across your breasts, before trailing them down your stomach, eliciting a shiver from you. With his hands now free, he gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him, making the restraints hurt just a little around your wrist. The pain added to the sensual tension between you.

Cillian ran his tongue down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His lips found yours, kissing you passionately, using his tongue to explore your mouth, claiming you as his own. He pulled back briefly, leaving you wanting more. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. You couldn't help but blush at his compliment.

The way he spoke to you, with such possessiveness and dominance, sent a thrilling wave of heat coursing through your body. It was both exciting and terrifying, a dangerous combination that only amplified the sexual tension between you. You were lost in his world, surrendering to his every whim, eager to satisfy his every desire.

Despite the fear, you felt strangely empowered by his control. Your entire body seemed to be on fire, and you could feel the flush rising in your cheeks.

Your mind raced with images of what might happen next, your thoughts drifting from one possibility to another. It was as if the anticipation was making the room itself seem warmer, the atmosphere thick with desire.

As you lay there, bound and blindfolded, you could hear the sound of a drawer opening. Cillian removed some items from it and returned to stand beside you. He placed his hand on your leg, caressing it gently, teasing you with the unknown.

"You know, you're going to be very sore at school tomorrow," he murmured playfully, his breath tickling your ear. You quivered, both excited and frightened by his words.

Cillian knelt down between your legs, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he trailed kisses upwards, sending shivers down your spine. His hands explored your body, lightly tracing over your sensitive skin, making you writhe with need. You arched your back, pressing your body against his face, seeking more contact, more sensation.

Cillian took advantage of your invitation, moving lower to explore your delicate flesh with his lips and tongue. The warmth of his breath caressed your inner thighs, making your body quiver with anticipation. You could feel his rough stubble grazing your skin, heightening the sensation.

"Let's see how much you can take before you start begging to cum," he whispered in your ear, his tone dark and threatening. Your heart raced, both afraid and aroused by his dominance.

Cillian shifted his weight, settling between your legs. He pressed his hard cock against your entrance, causing you to wince at the sudden intrusion.

"Relax, baby," he urged, slowly thrusting in and out of you, his movements measured and controlled.

"I will just fuck you for a little bit before I have a good taste of that sore little pussy of yours," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Your moans echoed through the room, amplifying the primal nature of your union. You could feel the heat building between your legs, the pressure increasing until it felt like you were on the verge of climax.

"You are so wet and so goddamn tight," he commented, his voice husky with approval.

He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, taking you deeper into the sensual abyss until, suddenly, he pulled out of you.

"Cillian, please," cried out in frustration, wanting him to continue, but he simply grinned at your reaction. "Not yet, sweetheart," he taunted, his voice dark with lust. "You haven't earned the right to cum yet."

Your eyes narrowed in defiance beneath your blindfold, your chest heaving with pent-up desire. "Don't push me too far," you threatened, trying to maintain a sense of control despite your submission.

Cillian chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I push you as far as I want to push you," he smirked, his dominant demeanour leaving no doubt that he was in complete control before, suddenly, he reached for the pillow on your side and shuffled it beneath your ass.

"What are you doing?" you panicked under your blindfold, attempting to break free from his hold. He smirked at your resistance, his hand finding its way back to your hip, pinning you down further.

"Just enjoying the view," he replied nonchalantly, his voice carrying a hint of menace. You shuddered at his reply, feeling both aroused and frightened by his dominance.

As you struggled against the restraints, Cillian's fingers found their way between your legs once again, circling your clit gently before plunging inside you. Your body responded instantly, writhing beneath him as you sought release.

"So responsive," he growled, his voice a mix of admiration and possession. "But I just know that you're going to beg for my cock again soon," he said before, finally, leaning down and, for the first time, his mouth made contact with your clit.

His tongue circled around it gently, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. You bucked against him, unable to contain the waves of pleasure surging through your body. You whimpered as his expert touch sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through you.

His fingers found their way back to your entrance, and his thumb began to gently circle your clit. He pushed one finger inside you, and you groaned at the heavenly sensation. He began to work your clit in rhythm with his fingers, driving you wild with pleasure.

As your cries grew louder, Cillian increased the intensity of his assault, using his fingers to stretch and fill you.

"Oh, god!" you cried out, your hips bucking uncontrollably. "Please, please let me cum!"

Cillian continued to torment you relentlessly, never giving you the release you desperately craved. His fingers pumped in and out of you, the rhythmic motions making you dizzy with arousal.

Each thrust brought forth gasps and moans from you, and with each passing moment, you felt yourself losing all sense of reality. As he continued to torment you, you started to lose track of time, consumed solely by the pleasure his skilled fingers and tongue provided until his index finger reached a new territory.

"Have you ever played with your ass before?" Cillian asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. You had fantasized about it but had never actually tried it. "Uhm, no..." you admitted sheepishly.

Cillian smirked, taking his dominant position even further. "Good, that means it is going to be nice and tight. I will enjoy that," he said, reaching behind you to spread your cheeks apart.

"I will just use my finger first and then, I will put a plug inside you. Over a few days, this should get you ready for my cock," he explained, his voice dripping with confidence. You trembled at the thought of it and, when suddenly, Cillian spit onto your tight opening, you gasped in shock.

"Why did you do that?" you asked, trying to recover from the surprise.

"To make it easier for me to finger your asshole," he answered matter-of-factly before pushing his index finger inside your tight opening.

You let out a sharp cry as his finger slipped into you, the unexpected pain mixed with excitement making your head spin.

"See? So tight," he remarked, admiring his handiwork before he worked his finger in and out of you slowly, deliberately, testing your limits, making sure you could handle his invasion.

You closed your eyes, struggling to process the intense sensations coursing through your body. "Fuck," you cursed, your breath caught in your throat.

"Please, I can't take any more," you told him, but Cillian laughed, amused by your desperate plea.

"Babe, you can take more than you think," he assured you before lowering himself again and beginning to circle his tongue over your clit while his finger continued its assault on your rectum.

"Better?" he then asked and you moaned out a low "yes" in response.

The sensations were overwhelming, and you couldn't help but cry out.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his deep voice resonating throughout the room.

The combination of his tongue lapping gently at your clit and his fingers pushing deeper into your ass created an indescribable tension within you. Each movement only served to fuel your desires, pushing you closer to the edge of sanity.

You moaned loudly, your muscles tensing as you felt your orgasm approach. Cillian's tongue danced along your clit, teasing it mercilessly. Your hips rocked involuntarily, yearning for relief. Your cries filled the room, blending with the sound of their echoes.

Cillian's finger moved in and out of your ass, the sensation foreign yet strangely exhilarating. It seemed almost impossible to distinguish between pleasure and pain as your body was pushed to its limits.

You found yourself clenching your teeth, fighting to maintain composure as the waves of ecstasy crashed upon you. The sheer intensity of the feelings coursing through your body was almost overwhelming, yet you longed for more. You felt vulnerable, exposed, and intensely aroused as Cillian skilfully manipulated your body to his own desires.

"Let's see if you can take the plug then, shall we?" Cillian asked, his eyes dark and brooding

"I want you to watch now. This is new and exciting," Cillian then told you, removing the blindfolds before he reached into the bag and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. With precise, confident movements, he applied a generous amount onto the plug, ensuring it was well-coated.

"Now," he instructed, a hint of authority in his tone. "You need to relax your muscles for me." Cillian whispered softly, his words sending a wave of arousal through you. Despite the intensity of what he was doing, his gentle guidance calmed your nerves somewhat. You took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.

As he began to insert the plug into your ass, you winced slightly from the initial discomfort. But then, as the sensation settled, you realized that it wasn't nearly as painful as you had expected.

In fact, it felt rather pleasant and exciting. Cillian's hand gripped your shoulder reassuringly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Relax, baby. This will feel much better when I'm inside you. You will feel so full, with the plug in your ass and my cock in your pussy," Cillian murmured, his voice low and seductive.

You shivered at his words, your arousal growing with every minute that passed. You felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet so excited and turned on.

The sensation of the plug in your ass was strange, yet oddly arousing. It was a sensation you had never experienced before, but one that ignited something deep within you.

As Cillian continued to speak, your mind became clouded with desire. He was controlling you, guiding you, dominating you - and it was thrilling.

"Now, be a good girl hold nice and still for me. There will be some pressure," Cillian told you as he lined his cock up with your wet slit again while the buttplug was lodged into your rear passage.

He gently pressed forward, causing you to moan deeply from the sudden intrusion.

The sensation of two things filling you simultaneously was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, overwhelming yet exhilarating. Cillian's control over you was apparent as he easily maneuvered both the buttplug and his hard cock into your body.

"Feels so fucking good, doesn't it?" he demanded, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Your body is made for this. Your little holes, they were made for me to use them," Cillian groaned and you shuddered, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. Was this really happening? Was this what you truly wanted? As his hips began to move, he entered you even deeper, claiming you fully as his own.

The weight of his body pressing down on yours, combined with the intense sensations building within you, sent you spiralling toward an explosion of pleasure.

His fingers found their way back to your entrance, massaging and stroking you as he pounded into you, taking control of your body completely. Your mind was lost in a haze of arousal, with nothing but the heat of his skin against yours and the taste of his sweat lingering on your lips.

As he thrust into you, the walls of your vagina contracted around him, milking him. You could hear the grunts of satisfaction escaping his lips with each stroke.

His pace was quick and steady, the bed creaking beneath you as his powerful body surged forward, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, anchoring him to you, never wanting this incredible feeling to end.

Cillian leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, the passion in his eyes burning with raw lust. As you held each other close, the rhythm of your bodies moved in tandem, creating a beautiful harmony. You could feel your body responding to his touch, aching for release.

"Now, I want you to cum for me baby," Cillian commanded, his voice now hoarse with desire. You moaned in response, your whole body quivering in anticipation.

As you reached the brink of climax, Cillian picked up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. The intensity of the sensations building within you grew stronger, the pressure mounting unbearably. You bit your lip, attempting to hold back the scream that threatened to escape your throat.

You felt your entire body convulse, your muscles tensing, the pleasure becoming too much to bear.

You screamed his name, your body bucking wildly underneath him. Cillian met your gaze, his eyes fierce with determination. His grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, as if trying to push you over the edge once more.

"Yes, baby, come for me!" he urged, his voice harsh with desire.

His words spurred you on, and you let go, giving yourself over to the wave of ecstasy crashing over you.

Your cries filled the room, matching the intensity of your body's tremors.

Cillian's hands held you tightly, his body moving with yours, matching your rhythm perfectly.

The sensation of being filled by him and the buttplug was unimaginable, beyond anything you had ever experienced before. It was exhilarating, and your arousal only increased as he drove you closer to the edge.

With each thrust, Cillian took complete control, pushing you further into the abyss of pleasure.

Much to your surprise however, after you came down from your high, Cillian pulled out of you and announced "I am going to pull the plug out of your ass now and then cum inside it. You will still be gaping from having had the plug inside you, but I need you to hold your ass cheeks open for me babe. Can you do that?" Cillian askedbefore untying your wrists and then moving his hand towards the plug which was still lodged inside your anal cavity.

You nodded and, without warning, he gripped your ass firmly, using his hand to pull the plug out, stretching your ass as he did so.

"Hold your ass open for me," he commanded before he started stroking his cock and aiming the head of his length directly at your tight opening.

"I am going to cum all over your gaping hole," he whispered, making sure to mention 'gaping hole' repeatedly, emphasizing how much you were his as he masturbated himself to climax, aiming his stream towards your anus.

Your body shook with anticipation, your heart thumping in your chest as you waited for his orgasm until, eventually, you heard him groan.

"Keep your ass open for me," he groaned loudly as if announcing his victory and, just as he did, you did your best to look down at your gaping anal opening, already beginning to dribble with residual fluids from his seed.

"Fuck, that's hot," Cillian groaned as he filled your hole with cum and your breath caught in your throat as you watched his thick, white fluid ooze out of your ass.

When he was done, he was standing in between your legs still, holding onto your waist, gently rubbing his hand over your wet, exposed ass, toying with your opening before reaching for the plug again.

"Open your mouth for me, baby," he whispered, a command in his voice. You obeyed, parting your lips to reveal your eager tongue, waiting for him to continue.

"Now, make sure the plug is nice and wet so that I can put it back into your ass. I want to make sure that my cum stays inside your virgin asshole, understood?" he said, almost threateningly as he placed the buttplug against your lips.

You opened your mouth slightly, letting the cold metal slip between your lips and teeth. You could feel the dampness of your saliva mixing with the remnants of his semen from your encounter earlier, creating a slippery substance.

As he began to gently slide the plug into your mouth, your mind raced with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. Never before had you engaged in such an act, but the power he held over you made you compliant, and you tongued the buttplug as instructed.

Your face contorted with the strangeness of the situation but also with the growing pleasure as, eventually, Cillian pulled the plug out of your mouth.

"Good girl. Now spread your asscheeks again for me," he commanded, his voice full of authority. You obeyed without hesitation, exposing your wet, recently used opening to him. Cillian smiled, admiring the view of your ass, a mixture of arousal and pain etched across your features. With a gentle squeeze, he pushed the buttplug back into your ass, its coolness contrasting sharply with the warmth of your body. You winced slightly, a slight flash of pain momentarily crossing your face.

"There, that feels better, doesn't it?" he taunted, knowing how much it must have hurt. "But I don't want it to be too painful," he continued, "that would ruin the fun." He grabbed a bottle of lubricant from his bag and squirted some onto his fingers. Then, he gently inserted one finger into your opening, slowly increasing the size of the object that was violating your newly acquired hole.

His touch was expert, his movements calculated.

"Fuck," you cursed softly, not even caring about the vulgar language anymore. It was simply what you felt.

The pain of his entry was slowly replaced by the intense pleasure as his fingers worked their magic. Your body relaxed and surrendered to his rhythm, accepting his intrusion with newfound ease.

His pace slowed down, allowing you to become accustomed to the sensation of having something inside you. The feeling of his fingers pressing against your walls, teasing and exploring, caused your body to writhe with excitement until, eventually, he pulled his finger out and only the plug remained lodged inside your anus.

"Now, lets grab a bite to eat, shall we?" Cillian suggested, smiling devilishly as he ran his hands through your hair.

"What about the, uhm, the thing...in my ass?" you stammered, feeling embarrassed yet aroused at the same time.

"You mean the butt-plug?" Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Yes," you stammered again, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"You keep inside while we go for dinner and, after I fuck you again, I will take it out," Cillian suggested and the thought of having the buttplug inside you throughout dinner caused a shiver to run down your spine.

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Samba class

Leah Williamson x fem!reader +18

You entered the hotel room you and Leah were staying in, in Rio Brazil, upon entering you found Leah lying on the bed face down wearing only the bottom part of her bathing suit.

Her tanned skin stood out between the white sheets, your girlfriend's perfect ass urged you to come closer, you walked towards Leah, sitting on the bed, you leaned down to be close to her skin and kissed Leah's bare back, the touch of your lips aroused her.

She turned her body exposing her naked torso to you "hello" greeted you Leah sleepily, a smile formed on your face, how could you have seen her a thousand times naked and still cause the same in you as the first time. You brought your hand to her chin to hold it and give her a kiss.

"Don't stop" Leah suggested with a provocative look, listening to her you joined your lips with hers again but this time in a longer and more intense kiss, your tongue sought hers, when you felt the rose of your tongue Leah's body shivered, you separated from her mouth to settle on top of her. Being in that position you tied your hair with a lock of it in a quick movement.

You returned to Leah's lips with desperation, giving soft bites to her lower lip, both were breathing hard, Leah's arms were lying on your back, you lowered your lips to her neck to suck it "you drive me crazy" you gasped against her skin, during her vacation you had barely had the mind to think about anything else but fucking Leah, with one hand you pulled the knot of the only piece of clothing Leah was wearing, you pulled away to contemplate her total nudity.

You reached in and took advantage of Leah's arched back to grab her ass and knead it. Leah buried her nails in your back as your tongue moistened her hard nipple, you moved your face to give the same attention to her other nipple as your hand moved up and down squeezing her ass. "are you ready baby?" you asked "y-yes" Leah replied.

You removed your hand from your girlfriend's ass, you brought two fingers close to her mouth "suck them" you ordered, Leah's eyes were dark and bright, her swollen lips opened to suck on your fingers, you slowly inserted them into her mouth, her swollen lips around your fingers gave you an electrifying sensation throughout your body, without warning you pulled them out of her mouth, still maintaining eye contact you brought them to her clit "a-aah" you blurted out as your fingers felt Leah's tight pussy, Leah's moans echoed in the room.

As your fingers moved in and out of her, Leah clung to you, her body moved to the rhythm of your thrusts, her hands pulled you to her to kiss you, her warm mouth was such a familiar place for you, your tongue and hers were in an erotic fight, Leah let out soft moans on your lips provoking you to move your fingers faster inside her.

The dexterity of your fingers inside Leah made her let out a loud moan that echoed through the room, a layer of sweat covered her perfectly tanned skin "yn-" Leah cried as she felt on the verge of pleasure, that sensation invaded her whole body making her writhe under you, that familiar feeling in Leah's stomach warned her that she was about to cum, you curved your fingers inside her and felt her orgasm on your fingers.

Leah was breathing hard, her sweaty face was red, you licked your fingers to savor Leah's orgasm "you are delicious" you murmured, you lay down next to Leah "get on baby" you said still agitated "I have to clean you up" Leah sputtered between gasps but complied with your command and sat on your face.

You placed your hands on Leah's ass to guide her movements, Leah arched her back as she felt your tongue making its way between her folds, you sucked hard on Leah's clit, your tongue began to move in coordination with Leah's movements as she clung to the back of the bed to hold her position.

As Leah moved in your mouth, your hands were on the curve of her ass kneading it and giving her a few spanks "I can't take it anymore" Leah blurted out with difficulty, her eyes watering from the pleasure coursing through her body.

Leah's moans, the squeaking of the bed and the sound of your mouth fucking Leah was the only thing that could be heard like a symphony in the room, you left your girlfriend's ass to play with her nipples, you took one between your fingers pinching it, Leah let out a scream and between whimpers she was doing her best not to collapse. "cum in my mouth" you said savoring her clit.

Leah's mind went blank, she was ecstatic, euphoria consumed her whole body, her legs and hands still on the back of the bed trembled, you held her waist so you wouldn't miss a drop of her exquisite orgasm.

Leah lay down next to you, her chest was rising rapidly making her shortness of breath noticeable, you brought your hand closer to remove the strands of hair that were stuck to her face because of the sweat "you look beautiful" you commented.

After a while recovering from what happened, you spoke "you know? I came to wake you up because I had signed us up for a samba class" you said and Leah let out a laugh "surely it's already over".

#leah williamson #fanfic #fanfiction #awfc #fem reader #leah williamson imagine #arsenal #woso #woso one shot #woso fanfics

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oneshotnewbie · 8 months

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Marina x daughter!reader gets hurt during a soccer game. She’s obsessed with the sport lives and breathes it. So when she gets injured it’s her ACL( care ending injury)

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A painful outcry, which went through the marrow and bones of Carina and Maya´s body and drove a shiver down their backs, caused the doctor and the firefighter to run onto the field after a brief shock. Their daughter had clashed with her opponent, been knocked off her feet and thrown a few centimeters through the air.

After that, you hit the ground and your loud scream echoed across the soccer field. It was completely silent, the whistle sounding a break while not a sound could be heard from the fans. All eyes were on you on the floor, a small team of doctors already squatting with you, while you were writhing on the floor, your face contorted in pain.

All your fellow players, even the opponents, had gathered in a small circle around you and the doctors while Carina and Maya had pushed themselves through the crowd and got on their knees next to you. They talked to you softly and watched in shock as you held your knee frantically and it was already beginning to swell under your fingers.

"Hey baby. Stop moving, it is alright. We are here," the blonde said softly, staring down at you in shock. You seemed to despair of the pain, slightly opening your shiny, tearful eyes while you mumbled incoherent whines. You looked between your mothers before the brunette found her words. "What hurts? Can you tell me that?"

Without words and with a face turning red from pain, you pointed to your knee joint, which took on a bluish discoloration and on which the doctors were already touching around. Maya gently stroked your hair and rested her hand on your shoulder while trying to calm you down with soothing words. "The doctors are doing what they can, but you can expect that you will not be able to play today and we are going to the hospital instead."

"No! No. We have to win the game! I have to play,"

Your mothers gave you a slightly annoyed look and shook their head hastily. How could you think of winning a stupid game while lying on the floor in unnatural pain? "Bella, non c'è modo. You are injured and we will not allow your addiction to the game to cause further injury." it burst out on the Italian and you stared at her defeated.

Your mother was right and you could not persuade the two rock-hard women anyway - you could not play like that.

With a firm grip under your armpits, Maya had clawed you and pulled you up, Carina carefully supported your balance with two hands on your shoulder blades. "Can you put your foot down?" a small but nice question that made you say no when you tried to do so. "No, it hurts so terribly!" you replied whimpering and leaned on the blonde's shoulder.

"Ti portiamo in ospedale. Maya? Hospital. It is probably the anterior cruciate ligament, it needs treatment." nodding, she pulled you closer to her. With quick steps, you both walked and hobbled down the muddy path from the soccer field until you reached the Italian's parked Porsche.

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It had been two days since you were discharged from the hospital. As revealed by an X-ray, this was not just a simple injury, but a serious one that caused problems. Your mother was right and you really did destroy your anterior curciate ligament as a result of your accident and had to have surgery.

Now you were lying on the couch at home, your leg propped up on three pillows, while your favorite show was playing that you were not even paying attention to. Instead, you dwell on your thoughts.

Anything could have happened. Everything, but not that. It was the penultimate game of the season and now you had destroyed your knee in the decisive game for the final, which meant a four-month break for you. Now you could not attend such a big event and play for the cup.

"That is bewitched!" you shouted and slammed your fist angrily on the pillow that lay on your lower stomach. The blonde and brunette who had taken time off work to take care of you, quickly moving over to you and ignored the washing machine calling for them.

"Honey, what do you mean?" Carina whispered softly to you and gently ran her fingers through your hair. Tears wet your cheeks and you let out a soft sob, the pain brewing with the feeling of failure inside you. "I have failed."

"Hey, you did not fail. You are injured and that has nothing to do with failure. You will still get the trophy, I promise you that," the blonde continued the conversation and pressed a big kiss on your head, her hand softly touching your thigh and caressing it. Her voice was still a whisper.

A simple whisper that meant so much to you.

"But I let you down. You ran a 10,000 meter sprint with a sprained ankle and won the gold medal. And me? I just fell on the floor and now I have…this" you admitted, pointing to your braced knee. The last few weeks, the last few months have been so beautiful. Maya, Carina and you, were looking forward to your soccer game and had imagined what it would be like to celebrate your beaming face with the trophy in your hand.

But now everything had gone differently and you were lying here on the dreary couch and all hopes were destroyed.

Two horrified and deeply saddened faces exhaled loudly and were silent for a brief moment while they looked down dejectedly. You had no reason to compare yourself to Maya, you were unique in your own way and they hated that they could not take your worries away. "I beg you, Y/n.. you are not a failure." the Italian broke the silence and looked at you invitingly.

"Look at me little one," the blonde said cautiously, bending slightly over you and always looking into your eyes. You looked up at her questioningly, blue eyes boring into yours. "Neither Carina nor I are disappointed in you. Rather, we are happy that you did not injure yourself worse."

You nodded cautiously, holding back your words. The blonde smiled and got up from her seat before disappearing again. "Mom?" you called after her as she was about to disappear into the bathroom and she turned around questioningly. You held up the already heated ice pack. "Can you get me some new ice? It's starting to hurt again."

"An ice pack for the princess with extra painkillers and vanilla ice cream is coming right away!" she said curtly and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. A few minutes later she came back two her wive and you with all the things and sat down next to you again. "Now back off. We are going to watch a horror movie to distract you a little," she giggled, grabbing the remote control. With a little nudge on your nose, you pressed yourself to the blondes side and rested your head on her chest.

"Se metti un film horror e lo guardi con lei, sei una donna divorziata."

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Love Me Like I Can // Chapter 1

Chapter 1 // Vibe

pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer! Original Female Character

•summary: Inspired by Scandoval and Taylor/Travis. R&B singer Diana Hayes navigates falling in love after a cheating scandal captures the attention of America and a certain Bengal.

•warnings: •warnings: Cursing. Cheating. Sexual Situations. Drinking. Drug use. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

January 21, 2024.

Diana was currently sitting cross-legged in Biz’s room, computer in her lap, sharing a bottle of wine with her sister. Open on the screen was the Spotify app, with Diana’s first album Get Out pulled. Avoiding the writing she was supposed to be doing, the singer was instead focusing on watching her sister unpack her new room. The activity was a welcome distraction from the feelings that usually came with writing.

The past three weeks had been hectic for the sisters to say the least. Diana had finished up all of her press obligations for Band Together and the release of her EP in the first two weeks of January and spent the past week moving her things into her new rental in New York from Boston. They had two and a half weeks before Diana’s schedule would be filled with writing and recording for her upcoming album and tour. She had thought stepping foot into the house she shared with Connor would make her miss him, but in reality, it just made her angry and sad that every memory she had of Boston was tied to him.

“So, what are you doing again?” Biz questioned, passing the bottle and continuing to hang her sweaters.

“I’m making a public playlist with some of my songs and some songs by other people who have summed my feelings up more eloquently than I could have,” Diana explained, adding the title song to the playlist. Leave (Get Out) applied to her current situation way than she could have ever thought when she recorded it at 14. She moved on to her second album, eyes scanning the titles.

“No, I know what you’re doing. I guess I should have asked why you’re doing this instead of… yknow, writing and preparing for the songwriting session you have coming up. You record at the beginning of March, you’ve got to have material.”

“I think I’m still more hung up on the situation than I want to be and people to know about. Like, I don’t know what combination of emotions I’m experiencing, but I’m stuck,” Diana admitted, twisting her long hair into a top knot and adding two songs, “The High Road” and “Too Little Too Late” from her second album. “Like, can I write about the situation and still be angry? Can I use the songs I wrote about Connor? I definitely don’t want people to think I’m still hung up on him. I’m really just hurt by the betrayal of it all.”

“Well, I think you’re allowed to still be heartbroken about it still, Di. It’s been three months.” Biz had made her way to Diana to hand her the wine and wrap her into a hug. “This is the first downtime you’ve had since then, you’re allowed to be sad and people will be fine with that. We’re going to get drunk tonight and have fun. If you write, you write. No pressure on healing, okay?”

Diana stared at her sister’s little finger before her own laced around it and she uttered, “Promise.”

“Now, turn on some music, and let’s go do a shot!”

Biz indicated to follow her, so Diana did as she was told. Half an hour later, the two were sitting on the couch in their living room laptop between them, taking their second shot of tequila. Diana would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the first and the large glass of Sauvignon Blanc she had been sipping from.

“Have you texted Joe yet?” Biz’s voice chimed, clearly trying to brighten the mood. Unfortunately for Diana, the alcohol intensified the feelings of rejection as her face settled into a deep frown and a lump formed in her throat.

“No.. uhm, his agent never got back to Cathy, so I never got his number…” She cleared her throat and gave a nervous laugh. “Which is totally fine or whatever because I almost even forgot his name.” Biz rolled her eyes, “Right,” she muttered as she took a drink of her own cocktail. She knew her sister spent at least two days googling the handsome quarterback. “Have you reached out on social media?”

“I don’t want to look desperate, Biz! I don’t even know if I’m ready for another relationship. He’s just cute and looked fun, that’s all.” Diana was still nervous about the idea of jumping into something so soon. She and Connor had been together since she was 19 and while he wasn’t her first relationship, she thought at one point he was going to be her last. The idea of starting over at 26 was scary.

“I think we should invite him and some friends to your birthday party,” Biz interrupted her self-doubt spiral to propose the wildest idea Diana had heard yet.

“Biz, he won’t even give me his number. How would I even do that?,” Diana shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “His friends were probably just making fun of him because he likes my music.” “I wish you would stop fucking doubting yourself, Di. You’re hot as fuck and dude probably too scared to text you. You build everybody up but yourself. I wish you would give yourself half the love and grace you give other people.” Biz’s words must have sparked inspiration because Diana grabbed her laptop and paused the music. Opening a word document she began typing and humming to a beat.

Lover girl, loving everything but herself.

Pedestals for everyone, but she’s on a shelf.Emotion comatose, you know how that shit goes.

The sisters spent the next forty minutes sending ideas back and forth to each other, opening another bottle of wine, and listening to Diana sing their ideas into the room. They had finished one song and had even been in good enough spirits to finish a song Diana had been working on before her breakup. Giggling with her sister would never get old, Diana was certain. Everything she had been through in the past three months just made her realize how grateful she was that she had her sister. When their dad died, Diana had attempted to shut everyone from her family out of her life and she was just glad Biz was too stubborn to let that happen.

Just as the thought that Biz’s stubbornness was a positive trait crossed Diana’s mind, she looked up to see her phone in her sister’s hand and hear a “It isn’t what it looks like,” fall out of her mouth.

“Well, then what is it? Because it sure as hell looks like you’re going through my phone,” Diana shrieked, weakly reaching for the iPhone.

“I just texted Cathy to invite some of the Bengals to your party! You’re already going to be meeting Taylor’s boyfriend, might as well make it an AFC reunion,” Biz said excitedly, knowing it was too late for the text to be unsent.

Diana wanted to be angry at her sister, but she couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling in her stomach.

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February 3, 2024

Diana hadn’t celebrated a birthday since her 20th and she was nervous. Biz and her manager Cathy, had insisted on throwing her a huge birthday party to make up for the ones that she missed celebrating. Connor had always insisted that celebrating birthdays was narcissistic, refusing even to get her a present in the seven years they were together.

The redhead was currently sitting in the back of a blacked-out Suburban, between Biz and Taylor Swift. In the third row sat Travis and Austin, Taylor’s brother, quietly chatting about something that Di couldn’t make out.

“Thank you again for this, Taylor,” Diana sighed, trying to regulate her breathing. “There is no need to thank me! Everyone needs a friend, Diana. Just because you’ve had some pretty shitty ones in the past doesn’t mean we can’t show you what they’re really supposed to be.” Taylor said, placing an arm around her new friend’s shoulder.

“Plus, if my intuition is right, you just might be making more friends tonight,” Taylor smiled as the car came to a stop. Diana was going to ask what she meant before the door was opened and flashes of light began blinding her vision.

Diana was still trying to get her eyesight back to normal when she stepped into the venue that had been rented for the evening. Her sister had done an amazing job, the entire room was decorated as if they had just stepped foot into a forest. She now understood why her sister insisted on her wearing the cream corseted dress that perfectly fit the theme. Diana felt like a fairy.

Looking around the room, Diana was overwhelmed by not only the number of people but who cared enough to actually show up for her. The room was a mix of people she met since the breakup and ones who have known her since before her debut album. She was almost certain she had seen some people she hadn’t even recognized!

Two hours after arriving and making her rounds, Diana found herself sharing a joint with Elijah, one of her childhood friends from Philly. The two hadn’t seen each other in years, but had picked back up like they never missed a step. The pair were in a fit of giggles when Diana noticed a group of rather large men sitting at a high top near the bar.

Diana took a pull from the join, squinting her eyes to try to make out the faces of any of the four men laughing amongst themselves. “Do you know who they are,” she exhaled the question and the smoke together.

“Not for real, but it looks like they linebackers or some shit,” Elijah cackled, taking the joint from Diana’s hand.

“Fuck,” she cursed Biz aloud. “That has to be Travis’ friends, right?”

Diana was weighing the odds that any Chiefs player, other than the one who was dating her friend, would show up to her party less than a week after losing the spot in the upcoming Super Bowl. She didn’t know much about pro athletes, but based off of the way Travis was talking to Biz in the car, the team was taking it pretty hard.

“Shit, I know him though,” Eli pointed out Travis in the crowd, heading their way with Taylor. When the couple arrived in front of them, Eli offered the joint to Travis and Taylor grabbed hold of Diana’s hand.

“C’mon, Di! There’s some people I want to introduce you to!” Taylor’s drunken giggles filled Diana’s ears. She wasn’t sure if it was the four Palomas she had pounded since she got here, the pre-roll she just took part in, or the second-hand confidence that comes from being on the arm of The Taylor Swift, but all of her anxiety was replaced with excitement as she was pulled towards the unknown men.

“Hey fellas!” Taylor greeted the group, “I’m Taylor and I really think you should say Happy Birthday to my friend, Diana!”

The redhead shot her a confused look, expecting Taylor to have met these men before at least! Deep laughs pulled her out of her thoughts as a chorus of ‘happy birthdays’ filled the air.

The man that Diana didn’t recognize spoke first, “Thanks for inviting us! I’m Tee.” Offering out his hand and pointing out the other men as he said their names. “Ja’Marr, Joe, and T.B.”

“Oh! Hi!” Diana greeted more excitedly than she would if she were sober. “I saw your interview! Thank you so much for giving me a shout-out. Anyone who plays my music on live TV is cool in my book”

Ja’Marr and Tee broke into laughter as Tee elbowed Joe in the ribs and whispered something to the guys.. She wasn’t sure if it was her projecting or if she actually saw Joe blush and look away. Thankfully, before anxiety could take over Diana’s mind, Ja’Marr shouted over the music.

“Let’s just say you’ve been on the official playlist since the LSU days with me and Joe. Ever since I met him, he been playing that Marvin’s Room cover..”

Diana’s face burned, embarrassed about the drunken remix she had done on Instagram Live at 18. A fight with her then-boyfriend sparked a bender of prescriptions and alcohol causing her to lose inhibitions and stream from the recording studio. While she was embarrassed about the situation, she was happy her label had let her finally release more mature music after.

“Oh, my God! I forgot you did that” Taylor giggled, swatting her new friend’s arm. “That was so Bad Ass.”

“I agree,” Joe spoke for the first time. His voice was clearer, more sure of itself than Diana remembered from the interview. And Mic’d Ups she had seen after googling him.

“Thank you,” Diana accepted, eyes trained on Joe. One of the other men had changed topics in the brief moment their eyes had locked, but she couldn’t be sure which. The intensity of Joe’s gaze caused heat to fill Diana’s cheeks and she turned back to the group just in time to hear Ja’Marr jesting with Taylor.

“As cool as your boy is, I’m glad it’s not him in the Super Bowl. Like I said a few weeks ago, anyone but the Chiefs.”

“Hey, now. Don’t be bitter we went farther than you, Chase.” Travis’ voice startled Diana, who was doing her best to stare anywhere but at Joe. She busied herself by watching the Tight End as he carefully distributed the drinks he was carrying, an Old Fashion for Taylor and a Paloma for Diana and himself.

After thanking Travis, Diana turned her focus back to the group. The conversation had turned to the topic of the recent football season and even though Diana knew next to nothing about sports, she found the conversation was piquing her interests more than she imagined. “And I’m not sorry, bro. I said what I said and I said anyone but the Chiefs,” Ja’Marr laughed in Travis’ direction. “Oh, so you guys have beef,” Diana questioned, nervous to show she didn’t know much about the profession of the majority of the group. Luckily the men were kind enough to explain their recent rivalry and some of the basics of the game. Well, as much as they could with the amount of alcohol that was being consumed. Before long Taylor had excused herself to say hi to someone she had recognized, Ja’ and Travis and T.B. had broken into their own conversation, moving to the bar itself.

“So, Ja’Marr and I are wide-receiver, which means that it’s our job to catch the ball when the quarterback, or Joe, throws it,” Tee was attempting to explain to Diana for the third time. Joe was staring, finishing the last of his drink and Ja’Marr shook his head in frustration as Diana nodded her head in a way that showed she clearly had not committed the information to memory. “Man, Tee, just give up. Let’s go get us some drinks,” Ja’Marr pulled T.B. away, leaving just Joe smiling at Diana.

“So, uh, I’m glad you guys came!,” Diana blurted out nervously, instantly cringing that she had just repeated her introduction. “Well, what I mean is, I didn’t get response from the team or see you guys when I first got here.” “Oh, we lost track of time pregaming and were advised to come in through the back since the press saw some of the guests you had,” Joe smiled, simultaneously calming some of the nervousness she felt and sending her stomach into somersaults. “Apparently you’re quite the popular lady. Taylor Swift and Wiz Khalifa at the same party? Talk about Taylor Gang or die.”

Diana laughed at the last comment. She really was blown away by the amount of people who showed up for her. She hadn’t even spoken to Cam, better known as Wiz, since their collaboration six years ago and he had shown up to support her.

“Yeah, I’m really grateful that all of these people wanted to spend their evening celebrating me,” Diana beamed. She was in a state of intoxicated euphoria that was giving her the courage to act on what she wanted, like asking Joe to leave the crowded room. “Do you want to walk to the balcony?”

A curt nod of agreement was all it took for the pair to drain their drinks, stand up from the table, and make their way to the outer edge of the room. Conversation flowed freely between the two as they walked, discussing their tastes in music, movies, and books.

“You look wonderful tonight, by the way,” Joe changed the subject, eyes scanning the dance floor where his teammates had found their home for the night.

Diana was sure that her face was going to permanently be the color of her hair just from the presence of the quarterback to the side of her. “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she replied.

And he did. He was wearing a pair of faded black jeans that were perfectly tailored to his muscular thighs, a black t-shirt that was clinging to his chest nicely, a brightly colored jacket and his signature gold chains, including the 9. Diana let her eyes linger on his chest longer than she normally would have before Joe’s voice broke her out of the trance.

“So, can I be honest with you?,” Joe asked, glancing down at Diana. Even in the heels she was currently wearing, the man still stood a good 8 inches taller than the woman at his side.

“Uhm, sure?” Diana answered, unsure of what was about to come. ‘I’ve known the man for less than an hour, what hasn’t he been honest about?’ Diana thought to herself as they made their way down the hall that led to the balcony.

“I was honestly shocked you invited me after Ja’Marr’s interview,” Joe laughed, opening the door, and letting Diana step onto the balcony before following suit.

“Are you kidding me? I’m shocked that you guys listen to my music!” Diana shoved his shoulder. “Besides, I got pressured into inviting you all since you curved me last month.”

The redhead took a few more steps before she realized that Joe was no longer beside her. When she glanced backward, she noticed that Joe was wearing a puzzled expression.

“What do you mean I curved you,” Joe asked slowly like he was trying to put pieces of the puzzle together.

“Well, after I saw your interview, I was honestly shocked that you even listened to my music. Then Ja’Marr said to hit you up, so I had my manager ask your team for your number,” Diana explained, body fully turned towards Joe now. “I never heard back and Biz insisted it wasn’t desperate to try again too.” “You’re joking,” Joe let out a humorless laugh and shook. “I thought that was the team making fun of me after Ja’Marr embarrassed me with the interview.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Was what he said not true?” Diana teased, taking a step toward him. “Are you not a fan?”

“No, I’m a huge fan,” Joe flushed, eyes locked with the aquamarine ones in front of him, encouraging Diana to take another step. “Yeah, what was it the Ja’Marr said? ‘Practically obsessed,” Diana’s voice came out breathier than she imagined, taking another step. She was practically chest to chest to chest with Joe, their eye contact never breaking. “To ‘hit you up’”

That was all Joe needed before grabbing the back of her head and leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. The action was drunk and messy, fueled by equal parts lust and alcohol. As the kiss deepened all Diana could think about was how she wasn’t close enough to Joe. Grabbing his jacket, she stepped into him again, causing him to slowly take steps backward until his thighs hit a table beside the door, filled with floral arrangements and an ashtray. Joe shifted his weight so that he was partially sitting on the table, partially leaning. Their lips moved together rhythmically until Joe pulled away and trailed kisses down her jawbone, grabbing at the tulle skirt of Diana’s dress while Diana adjusted her legs on either side of Joe’s so that she was straddling his thigh.

Joe’s mouth worked its way towards Diana’s neck, finding the tender spot behind her ear. A wave of pleasure washed through Diana, a moan leaving her lips and hips bucking against Joe’s thigh. His rough hands ran up and down her body methodically as if he already knew what buttons to push to cause the woman before him to melt, mouth continuing its path down her cherry blossom tattoo.

Diana rocked her hips again, craving the relief the friction had given her, hands tangling in Joe’s waves. “Fuck,” she whispered, barely finding her voice. Joe pulled back, hungry gaze meeting Diana’s eyes before recapturing her swollen lips. Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he helped her find a motion that kept the moans falling from her beautiful mouth. A familiar tension, one that Diana had only felt at her own hands the past three months, was building in her stomach as she took Joe’s bottom lip between her teeth. Her alcohol-raddled brain didn’t care that she was on a balcony riding a professional athlete’s thigh, she was desperate for release and she was determined to get it.

That was until the door beside them slammed open, causing Diana to take a step back from Joe. Biz stepped through the door, calling Diana’s name. “Di! Are you out he-”

Biz cut herself off when her eyes landed on her sister, lips swollen, love bites down her neck, the skirt of her dress still in Joe’s hand. The pair looked like they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. “Oh! I, well, I just came to find you because it’s time for cake. We’ve been looking for you.”

Diana cleared her throat, causing Joe to let go of her skirt and stand up straight. “Right, uh, you better get in there. Can’t cut the cake without the birthday girl. I’ll talk to yo later, I guess.” Scratching the back of his head, Joe did his best to look anywhere but at Biz while he exited the balcony.

“What the fuck was that?” Biz asked, incredulously, still staring at her sister.

“Well, I don’t know what it could have been, but what it turned out to be was a cockblock,” Diana laughed. “What happened to ‘I barely remember his name’ and ‘he was just making fun of me’,” Biz’s face finally broke into a smile. “I don’t know, Biz. I think we were just both drunk. I’m sure he was just looking for someone to hook up with, it’s probably nothing,” Diana shrugged, brushing past her sister. “Now let’s go get cake.”

After cutting the cake, the last hour of the party was a blur to Diana. Cathy, her manager, had grabbed and insisted she say bye to as many of the music producers as possible before making her own exit. Normally, Diana wouldn’t have minded at all, wanting to take any opportunity she had to suck up to the people in charge of her music. But tonight, Diana could not take her mind off Joe and his blue eyes and soft lips. She hadn’t managed to get his phone number after realizing that he never rejected her and she was hoping to see him again.

After saying farewell to the last of the label reps, Cathy advised Diana to finish up her goodbyes as it was almost time for the car to take her home. Diana followed instructions, making sure that when she found Biz and Taylor, they stayed by her side. While waiting for Travis and Austin to show up with the groups’ coats, Diana couldn’t help but continue to glance around the room for messy brown waves.

“They left right after the cake was cut,” Biz spoke knowingly, a smirk on her face. Diana’s heart dropped. She didn’t get to say bye to Joe.

“Who left?” Taylor asked, “The guys from the Bengals. Seems like Diana and the quarterback snuck off to have a little fun,” Biz cackled, “He even gave her a hickey like we’re in seventh grade.”

Before Diana could reply to her sister, Travis and Austin approached the ladies and started distributing coats before the group made their way outside and into the Suburban waiting for them. Determined to not let disappointment ruin her night, Diana decided to add songs that reminded her of tonight to her public playlist while they drove. She added “How to Touch a Girl” before moving on to her last album. Looking over the tracklist, she added “Vibe” and “Like This”, deciding that they perfectly described the feelings of lust and excitement she was filled with earlier.

Diana couldn’t shake the feeling as she was falling asleep that she wished that she had stopped Joe from leaving the balcony. Maybe then, she would be falling asleep next to him and not squished in between her sister and her new friend.

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Burn the World

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: He will burn the world to get your back...

One second you were standing just outside the ballroom on the terrace, needing a bit of fresh air. The next, there was a cloth being held over your mouth and nose, a pair of arms lifting you off your feet. You tried not to breathe, tried to fight off your attackers, but a lack of oxygen won out, and you sucked in a breath. Whatever substance the cloth was drenched in was potent, because in an instant, you were unconscious and limp in your attacker’s arms.

***

“Have you seen Y/N?” Aleksander asked, taking a drink from a passing servant. Fedyor shook his head. “I haven’t, sir. Last I saw her she was going onto the terrace.” Your husband nodded. “Crowds can be a bit much for her. She’ll be inside soon.” Fedyor nodded, and Aleksander turned his attention back to the party, completely unaware of the struggle taking place mere feet from him.

***

The world was swaying. No, that wasn’t right, you were swaying. And Saints, it smelled awful. Your eyelids felt like lead, but you forced them open, forced yourself to listen despite the ringing in your ears and the pounding in your head. You were in a cart, lying on a bed of hay. There was a burlap sack covering you, obscuring you from sight. You tried to move, but your hands and ankles were tied together, and you were so tired. You heard someone speaking, was it your attacker? And….was he speaking Fjerdan?

***

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” When you hadn’t returned to the party, Aleksander was suspicious. He’d sent his oprichniki to search the grounds, and they found nothing. Not a trace of you. “Y/N is not on the grounds, moi soverennyi. We cannot find her.” Your husband grit his teeth, willing his shadows into submission. “You are my most experienced, highest trained, most trusted guards. You mean to tell me that finding my wife is beyond your skills?”

The oprichnik balked, clearly fearful. “I’m sorry, sir. We’ve combed every inch of the grounds twice over, there–” “Sir!” Fedyor entered the War Room, out of breath. “What? Have you found her?” The Heartrender shook his head. “No, sir, but…this was on the terrace, where Y/N was last seen.” Fedyor extended his hand, and sitting in his palm was a pin in the shape of a wolf’s head. The symbol of the drüskelle.

***

How long you’d been traveling, you didn’t know, and whatever your captors had drugged you with was strong. When the cart jerked to a stop, you tried to sit up, but to no avail. For the first time, you got a good look at your captors: two drüskelle, initiates, based on their uniforms. They spoke to each other in Fjerdan, and you were too out of it to understand. But when they pulled you to your feet and dragged you from the cart and you saw where you were, pure fear filled your body. Saints receive me

***

Aleksander gathered his strongest, most powerful, most trusted Grisha, and set off. There was no time to waste, not when his precious wife’s life was on the line. He rode hard for the northern border, seldom checking that his soldiers were following him. Nothing else mattered but getting you back, making sure you were safe. The Grisha with him had never seen their General so vengeful, so angry, and they wisely stayed out of his way.

One night, when they made camp, Fedyor found Aleksander pouring over a map. The Ice Court was depicted in all its splendor, but all of the General’s markings laid east of the stronghold. “Sir, are we not going to the Ice Court?” he asked, and Aleksander shook his head. “No, that would be too easy,” he said. “That’s where they want me to think she is. They want me to go there and waste precious time searching for her. No, Y/N is here. In one of their underground holding cells.”

***

Your cells had no windows, no clocks, nothing to denote what time it was or how long you’d been gone. Any food you were given was delivered sporadically, taking your one remaining way of keeping time. It might have been days, it might have been weeks. Your captors didn’t visit you regularly, but when they did, they came bearing questions and threats. Questions you didn’t answer and threats you tried your best not to believe. When you refused to give them information, they beat you, whipped you, withheld your meals, drugged you.

Saints receive me, you thought. Aleksander, find me

***

At Fedyor’s insistence, Aleksander sent four of his Grisha to the Ice Court to search for you. But the majority of his party continued east, searching each and every one of the underground holding cells that the drüskelle held. That was where they put prisoners they wanted the world to forget about, the ones deemed too important or too dangerous to be kept at the Ice Court. They’d searched nearly twenty cells with no results, and Aleksander was becoming restless. But then he saw it, a piece of black fabric shot through with Y/G/C embroidery. A scrap of your kefta fluttering in the breeze like a victory flag. “There!”

***

You were shivering. Your captors had chosen a new method of torture: submerging your head in a bucket of frigid water. You were so, so cold, if only you had your kefta. They’d taken it from you when you were brought here…wherever “here” was. When you were pulled from the cart and saw that you were seemingly in the middle of nowhere, your heart had sunk. Aleksander would never find you now, you would die here.

***

Aleksander leapt from his horse’s back, charging towards the underground holding cell. You were here, he could feel it, he knew you were here. At the sound of his approach, two drüskelle initiates emerged from the trees, weapons drawn. “Sten! Desjenet!” Stop! Stand down! Aleksander laughed coldly, calling his shadows to his side, letting them pool like water in his palms. Just before their guts were sliced open and their heads were severed from their bodies, before they could ask Djel to spare their souls, they each screamed one final word: Vronche!

***

“Vronche!” Darkling! The word drew you from your stupor, and for the barest moment, you let yourself hope. “Search the area!” Aleksander called, Aleksander! You tried to pull yourself to your feet, but you were too weak. “A-Aleksander,” you croaked, voice weak from screaming. “Aleksander! Sasha! I’m here!” He would find you, he would. He was here, your husband was here, he would find you.

***

“Quiet!” Aleksander sent a skein of darkness slithering, catching his Grisha’s attention. “Everyone, quiet! I thought I heard…” “Aleksander!” It was quiet, faint, but it was there. “Y/N?” “Aleksander! Sasha! I’m here!” “Y/N!” Aleksander had a renewed fervor, and he ran to the place where the drüskelle had emerged from. Sure enough, there was a door there, camouflaged by moss and leaves. He allowed himself one steadying breath before he kicked in the door.

***

You curled in on yourself as the door flew open, dirt and twigs pelting your body. “Y/N? Oh Saints, Y/N!” Hands were touching you, turning you, trying to make you look at– “No!” Aleksander had tears in his eyes, and he gently coaxed your chin from your chest. “Y/N, it’s me. It’s Aleksander, I’m here.” You lifted your head, looking at him with wild eyes. “A-Aleksander?” “Yes, my love, it’s me. I’m here, your Sasha’s here.”

It took you a moment to process this, to realize that it was your husband here, that he was really here. “Aleksander…” You shattered, sobs shaking your body, tormented wails leaving your mouth. Your husband gathered you into his arms, clutching you to his chest, rocking you gently. “I’m here, Y/N, I’m here. Saints, I’m so sorry, so, so sorry. You’re safe now, my love, we’re going home.”

Fedyor and Ivan entered, gasping at the sight that met them. “Moi soverennyi,” Ivan said gently. “Ivan,” Aleksander replied. “I want you to examine Y/N, make sure she’s able to travel. We’re leaving as soon as we can.” The Heartrender nodded, crouching at your side. He folded his hands, healing the bruises, gashes, and broken bones. “She can travel,” he announced. “What damage remains is psychological.”

Aleksander nodded, getting to his feet while keeping you in his arms. “Good. I want this place torched, am I understood?” “Sir, the Fjerdans will–” “They will know we were here, yes. I want them to know what happens when you try to hurt my wife.” Ivan nodded. “Yes, sir.” Your husband carried you outside, where he set you on the ground for the barest second. “No, Aleksander, no…”

“It’s alright, my love,” he said, unfastening his cloak and draping it over your shoulders, lifting you up again. “I’m here, you’re safe.” He mounted his horse, watching as the Infreni he’d brought set the underground cell ablaze, the late autumn leaves making excellent kindling. When his Grisha were atop their own mounts, he set off, keeping a slower pace so as not to jostle you.

“You came,” you said, words slurred. You finally felt safe, and exhaustion had caught up quick. “Of course I came,” Aleksander replied, kissing your forehead. “I would burn the world for you, Y/N. I love you.” “I love you too, Sasha. Thank you.” “You never need to thank me,” your husband said. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe, to get you back. I’m sorry, my love, I am so very sorry that this happened. I should have–” “Aleksander, no.” You lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. “This was… Saints, I don’t know. But this wasn’t your fault.”

“But I could have–” “Shhh, don’t. Please, Aleksander. You found me, you saved me. Nothing else matters.” A lot else mattered, but Aleksander wasn’t going to argue, not when he’d just gotten you back and you were so exhausted. “How long was I gone?” Aleksander breathed deeply. “Almost two weeks. We searched half of the Eastern plains, the Fjerdans have underground cells there.”

“How did you know that’s where I’d be? Not the Ice Court?” Aleksander was silent for a moment, the only sounds the crunching of leaves beneath his horse’s hooves. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I just knew.” You hummed, nuzzling into his chest. “Sleep, my darling. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you.” “‘Mkay. Love you, Sasha.” “And I love you, my sweetling. My Y/N.” You soon nodded off in his arms, and Aleksander knew he would burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe.

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