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starillusion13 · 14 hours

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Keep Talking to me

Pairing: bf! (Mark and Jeno) x gf! reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warning: friend ditching you, insecurity of weight, comforting talking, use of sex toys, dom and sub dynamic, manhandling, oral(f. and m. rec.), face sitting, fingering, spanking, hair pulling, chocking, edging, orgasm denial, nipple and breast play, hickeys, marking, gentle and rough, double penetration, sex w/o protection(don't do it sillies), lots of kissing, pregnancy talk, aftercare. Full of love💕

W.C: 7.1k Network: @k-vanity

[ THIS FIC IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. It's only here because this @renjunnnaaa (my best friend) made my brain go crazy with this imagination after TDS3 pics clips n videos, and I am going insane over this. And well, these two are my biases. I would love if you all don't look at my husbands.]

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE POST🔞

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This is not how your night was supposed to be. Come on, your friend can't ditch you for her new friends, Right? But she did. She really faked an excuse to make you feel dumb in front of everyone and went to have her fun with the new shitheads.

"I should have stayed back home." You mumbled to yourself before getting inside the cab. You were furious and broken at the same time. No No, you can't just let her make you feel this way. She is no one to break you down. You were reminding yourself with this thought and staring blankly at the passing street and street lights which seems a bit dazed like your brain. Oh, no you are crying. Bringing your leather jacket sleeves to your cheeks, it harshly wiped off the stream of tears on your soft skin. The leather surely did make your skin turn red and you didn't care about the eyeliner to get smudged in the corner.

You cared less about everything else because you just wanted to go back home and stay in your room.

Your boyfriends might be having a boys night together at Haechan's house and it would be so rude to call them and let them know about this. Surely, they would come running back home to comfort you. No, you should let them have their own share of fun. Closing your eyes and resting your head back against the seat, you waited for your place to arrive.

Thanking the driver and entering the gate, you noticed the lights turned on and someone's laugh coming from inside the house. Wait, that's Mark. With quick steps, you ran towards the door and pressed the bell. Surprisingly, Mark was quick enough to open the door and he pulled you towards him, wrapping one arm around you and kissed the side of your head, "Hi, baby."

He didn't look at your face for long enough to notice your distress but you kept a smiling face to get his warmth and he was still laughing at something. Weren't they supposed to leave for their night out? Following him towards the living room, you found Jeno standing there, his back towards you and he was fixing something, maybe his shirt or else. Looking at your side, you then noticed Mark and him, both were wearing shining leather jackets. Are they supposed to leave now?

"Dude, our baby is here. Turn around." Mark kept a hand around you, pulling you close enough and when he finally noticed your face, Jeno also noticed your fake smile at the same time.

But you were not looking at either of them because your gaze was fixed on Jeno. his bare body underneath the thick jacket and the way his skin was peeking from under it, with every long step he took towards you. He smirked when he followed your gaze. You noticed a tight black material under the jacket, only hiding his chest but his abs making you drool over it even when you were supposed to be sad because of the earlier incident.

Even if he was enjoying your gaze on him, feeling satisfied with the way you were not even trying to hide your attraction towards him yet he had a concern etching his face. Why are you looking so down? Your eyeliner smudged in the corner of your face and how you were biting your lips, he was not sure if it was because of your usual nervousness or you were losing control over him. Even if he had some plans in his mind, first he had to know about your concerns. Everything else can come later, first it's all about you.

Mark beside you, still holding you close to himself, was confused with your look. It was not the same when you went out. You were so excited and smiling brightly and to be honest, he was so jealous of what made you smile so much other than him. Oh well, at least you are happy. That's all he wants for you.

Jeno patted your head before his palms resting on your cheek, "you are back early, love." you nodded and looked to your other side to avoid their eyes. They surely can read you easily. "Why?" his gaze was boring on your side profile, Mark tugged your hair back behind your ears.

"Well, she had other plans after our meeting." he nodded, but not fully convinced by your explanation. Your usual demeanor after returning home usually seems something else and the way your voice sounds like betraying you was not setting in place. "Aren't you supposed to go to Haechan's place?" you asked him and glanced at Mark. Both of them nodded.

Mark placed a kiss on your cheek, "suddenly his girlfriend surprised him today and now he has some other plan for the night. Boy will have his own fun." he laughed afterwards.

Jeno slid his hand down from your cheek to your jaw and gently grabbed it, bringing his face closer to yours and placing a soft kiss on your lips, staying there a bit for too long to feel your breath changing the rhythm. Mark's hand rubbing your side and other hand playing with your fingers. You closed your eyes when you felt Jeno whispering on your lips, "tell me what happened, sweetheart."

That's exactly the only push you need to confess to them. Their touch, their voice, their warmth and their eyes on you. Yes. you would do anything, say anything and comply with them on anything.

"I waited at the park for one hour." he hummed against your lips, hearing your soothing voice was relaxing to him. He asked again, "and?" a tear slipped from your eyes, Mark wiped it off. "She never did. And then I saw an IG live from one of her friends. They are partying somewhere else."

"Is my baby hurt?" Mark softly asked you and you nodded, looking at him innocently. Jeno stood back straight and shared a knowing glance with the other boy. "So what will you do now?"

"I don't know. Maybe sleep." Mark took off his hand from around you and brushed back his hair. You took a full look of his outfit. Same tight jeans as Jeno, hugging their legs deliciously perfectly but he had a black t-shirt hiding his skin unlike Jeno. "What about you two?" you love it when they almost dress up like twins.

You stared at them and Jeno suddenly smirked, resting his hands on his hip, "we have a plan tonight."

"oh...good." You looked at Mark who smirked as well, you knitted your brows together and a confused look visible on your face, earning chuckles, "what happened? Why are you both laughing? With whom do you have plans?"

"So many questions we have. Right?" Jeno darkly chuckled and brushed his fingers over your cheeks, tracing the outline of your face, "we have plans with you."

"with me?" you don't remember anything about it.

He nodded and you felt Mark hugging you from back, resting his chin on your shoulder and his nose brushing your neck and ear, his breath rising goosebumps on your skin. Jeno pulled your face up by your chin and your soft gaze met his dark ones. His eyes scanned your face for any hesitation but there was none, so he leaned forward, "lift your leg up."

"what?" you were confused not until Mark whispered into your ears, "do it right, baby." he took off your jacket in the way.

You complied, bending your knees and lifting your leg, Jeno quickly held it and wrapped it around him, "Jump." You did. Mark pressing himself behind you and your legs now wrapped around Jeno's waist. Mark's mouth not leaving a single inch of your skin, licking your earlobe down to your neck, inhaling the perfume, "you smell so sweet, baby." Kissing and nibbling on your skin. your body shook in their hold when Jeno squeezed your chest above your top.

"Tell me how you are feeling." Jeno was not asking you nor telling you to say it, he was ordering you. His tone was quite demanding that he was not playing with any emotions rather totally concentrating on every thought going across your mind. Your breathing heaved with their every little touch and the skin was burning under their touch. The way soft sounds escaping your throat, vibrating against Mark's mouth, he hummed in response.

You couldn't think of anything at the moment, only focusing on their touch and finding a comfortable position to grind against one of them. "if you don't start speaking. We are going to stop here." Jeno said and attached his lips with your throat, sucking a deep red mark, earning a moan out from you. Both groaned when you grind your hip in the weird position, but to release the tension building up in you was to be eased.

Mark grabbed your hip and warned, "stay still. Keep talking and let us do everything."

You still didn't say anything when Jeno grabbed your chin rather harshly and brought your face near to his, "don't let me lose my patience, love. Use all your words to start speaking."

You nodded, "I..mhm..am just upset." Jeno's hand brushed your thighs before his hands disappeared under your skirt. He folded a bit of your high rise socks and again his hands sliding up and down your back of the thigh, "why?"

"s-she didn't even tell me about it." Your head fell back on Mark's shoulder and you clutched Jeno's jacket when he again sucked a hickey near your collarbone. He had undone only three buttons from your shirt, rest keeping as it is. "And, do you want to feel good?"

"yes." Honestly, you want to forget about everything from the evening and just want to spend time with them. And, of course they would always be too happy to fulfill your requests as why not. If they could, they would have kept you between them forever. Oh, you are a treasured one for them.

Jeno tapped Mark's shoulder whose mouth quickly left your skin and he nodded when the younger boy motioned towards the shared bedroom. Mark led the way while Jeno placed your head on his shoulder and rubbed your back, " you just have to tell us everything, okay? You trust us, right?"

"hm..." your arms and legs wrapped around him and his strong cologne hitting your nose, pulling you towards him more. You were quite surprised with his strength. He was holding you up for quite a while now and still, he didn't get tired. It's not like you are those skinny girls who can have those barbie moments from fictions but at least he should put you down now, his hands might get strain.

He followed behind Mark, kissing your earlobe and kissing the exposed shoulder, your shirt sliding down your shoulder. He placed you on the edge of the bed, kissing your lips before standing straight to look behind you. You turned your neck, noticing Mark pulling off his jacket, revealing his black undershirt and you gulped, knowing what's coming.

A hand caressing your head made you look up at Jeno, "you just have to trust us. Okay?"

You nodded as he grabbed your hairs and yanked your head back, you groaned at the pull, "words, love. What we said earlier? You will keep talking and we will do everything."

"Yes, Jeno." You blurted and he smiled, even if the smile was so cute but he pushed you back and left you balancing yourself on your elbows.

Mark's voice echoed inside the room, "come here." And you know better, you shouldn't waste your time and wait for them to lose their patience, you crawled towards him, Jeno's eyes fixed at your wiggling ass and Mark was looking at your chest peeking from the end of the shirt. They both groaned at the sight.

Mark patted his thigh and you quickly placed yourself, your legs on either side of his and your covered core in contact with the harsh material of the jeans. He took a hold of your hands and brought to his lips, kissing them softly and smiling at you. "Always pretty. So, how should we start?"

"Please fuck me, Mark." He chuckled hearing your response and Jeno shook his head before going towards a particular drawer. When you tried to look that way, Mark held your chin and faced him, "I'm here talking with you. Your pussy is almost touching me and still you are looking somewhere else."

You shook your head, "No no I am your girl. I'm yours, please fuck me."

"Aren't we already going to the end?" He curled the locks between his fingers and smirked, "we have so much for the night."

With that he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, pressing his lips onto you a bit too long and then moving it in a different rhythm to yours. His other hand unbuttoning your shirt and your hands placed on his chest curled up. You love the way he takes his whole time to kiss you, to make you feel every passing second when his lips are on you.

Soon, his lips moved with your flow, hands massaging your chest and your hands snaked around him to pull him more close when you felt him pulling apart. Teeth clashing with each other and tongues exploring each other inside but soon he felt your hips grinding against his thigh, he held your hips tightly to restrict your movements but not fully, still letting you to move a bit.

"Please..." you whimpered, trying to get more friction and chuckled, pulling his mouth away from yours, pressing a little kiss on your nose. Guiding your hips to move to his liking but it was not enough for you.

"You look so pretty when you beg like this. So desperate for me. My baby." He pecked your lips, and lifted you up when he felt your body was shaking. He chuckled, "You are trying your best to get yourself off with that little movement? So pathetic you are, baby."

"She is and that's why her friend took her advantage." Jeno spoke from the end of the bed but you quickly protested, still annoyed that Mark didn't let you come before on his thigh. "I will talk to her about this tomorrow."

Mark grabbed your cheek and simply stated with a stern voice, "NO. You are not speaking to her anymore."

" but-"

"I don't want to hear it. Now turn around for me." You did and he placed you between his legs, pulling you closer and your back against his chest. He patted your thigh and gently pushed them to either side, pulling them under his legs to cage you there.

Jeno climbed up the bed and rested between your legs, placing his hand over your thighs, "who loves you the most?" He stared at your eyes.

"You. Both of you."

He hummed again, "who cares for you?"

"You both."

He cupped your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He was doing it on purpose to make you crave for kisses more. The drools from the shared kiss with Mak earlier were still around your lips but he could care less about it. "And did we ever make you cry like her?"

You shook your head, "no."

"So we win this. Now it's clear that you should only listen to us. She is clearly jealous of you, love. You are perfect and nobody should dare to make you cry." He kissed your temple before retreating himself.

Your eyes were still looking at the black leather material with belt design inside his jacket and your curiosity did get noticed by him when he chuckled, "if you want to see it. Come, remove my jacket."

From somewhere you got the enthusiasm, you quickly pulled yourself up from Mark's chest and leaned forward to tug his jacket and he helped you to get it off from his body. "This is so cool. I like it so much."

He threw the jacket to the side of the bed and nodded, "I like this kinda vest too but earlier when you came, Mark was laughing at this."

Mark protested from behind, "woah dude. The way you were fixing it, I was just telling you that it looked like you were fixing your bra."

Jeno glared at him but both of them heard your giggle and it's the first time you smiled today's night, "I see you are enjoying this, y/n...that means we are your best boyfriends."

You nodded and Mark kissed your neck, shoulder blade and left deep red marks over your shoulder, pulling down the shirt more to expose you. "Yes but I'm feeling offended as you both might laugh at me when I fix my bra. Right?"

"No, love. It's about your comfort and also, I don't understand why you have to wear that around us as we could then see your tits and them bouncing perfectly." Jeno stated and laughed when you slapped his biceps. His muscles were more prominent and tight than the last two months, probably hitting the gym more.

When you were about to slap him again, Mark held your hands back. You were already spread in front of the man kneeling before you. "Now stay like this for Jeno, baby." He whispered with his deep voice.

Jeno took something from beside him and when he turned it on and turned towards your side, your body shivered with excitement. It was his favorite rose vibrator and you knew better than what was in for the night.

Mark pulled your skirt and rubbed his hand above your clothed core, groaning in your ear when he felt the wet patch, "ah baby. So wet for us. Just with our touch you might come. So filthy."

When you didn't reply and closed your eyes, leaning your head back to enjoy the sensation, he whispered seductively, "keep talking, baby. Or you are not getting anything."

"Yes yes. I'm so wet for you. So filthy just for you both. Only for both of you." Hearing you, he pressed his palms over your core and stayed there with the pressure. Both of their hungry eyes watching your every twist of expression and your legs shaking. "Please, do something."

After rubbing a few circles over your core, Mark pulled your panties aside and the cold air of the conditioner hit the bare core, making your body shiver. Jeno spreaded your arousal across your folds and groaned with the sight. You suddenly gasped when he brought the vibrator to your core, the setting was low and his satisfaction was high. Mark squeezed your chest, "do you like it?"

"Yes." a moan followed your reply. Even when the setting turned to a set high, you were not getting what you wanted. Your legs shaking under his tight hold, when you managed to free a hand and tried to bring the vibrator close, Jeno grabbed it quickly and glared, "take what I'm giving you and use your words, not your hands." He squeezed your hand above Mark's thigh.

The toy felt like him teasing your core with kitten licks. A frustrated groan and whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away the vibrator, denying your orgasm. That was not for once, he was repeating the action every time he felt you clenching around the toy. Both of them were reading your expressions like a straight A student as if they could just draw your every expression a second later. "Yes, baby. You are doing so good for us." Mark whispered and again, Jeno pulled away the vibrator.

"Please.." tears falling down your eyes, "Please...more...I can't." your pleadings only earned chuckles from Jeno and a laugh from Mark into your ears. Mark wrapped a hand around your throat to put pressure on the sides.

He mocked your expression, "you can't? But baby..." Jeno completely pulled it away and turned it off and when you tried to lift your hip, Mark slapped your pussy making you cry out, "don't be a bad girl now."

Jeno laid down beside you two and you looked at him confused. Mark relieved you from his hold and you turned to your side to take a better look at them. They noticed your tear stained face, flushed cheeks and beautiful red marks on your exposed skin. Your pussy was barely hiding under the skirt because of your disheveled condition. The way Jeno was laying down and his bare upper body with those tight belt material across his chest, resting perfectly against his chest was pulling you towards him. You would jump on him anytime but you knew that you didn't have any choice to do anything today without their permission. Anyways, they would really love to see your wild side though.

"Come here." The laying man called out for you but you rested yourself on your palm and confusedly stared at him. He rolled his eyes and extended his hand towards you and you grabbed it, still unsure of exactly what he wanted. "Sit on my face." he said and your eyes went wide.

"W-what? No. I can't."

Mark brushed your hair before taking a fist at it and yanked back, "did he ask you?" he pecked your lips, "go for it, baby."

When Jeno pulled you towards him, stumbling just beside his chest, tapping your thigh to sit on his chest, you shook your head again, "no. Jeno, please."

"Y/n, what are you requesting?" His tone was harsh and the way he was staring at you darkly was a dangerous look but still he waited to listen to your hesitation. If you were uncomfortable then he would appreciate you and wouldn't force you to do it. This was a new thing he wanted to try and when he, both of them noticed the fear in your eyes, they shared a look.

"I can't." he squeezed your hand and Mark stroked your back, "why you can't?"

You looked down at your lap, "I am heavy..." you whispered and only if you did notice the disbelief look on the face of the man laying down. He scoffed, "and do you think I care?"

"Do you think your weight matters to us?" he kissed the back of your palm, "you are perfect, y/n. No one compares to you."

"Yes, baby. You are our perfect girl." pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "go, listen to him."

Jeno guided you slowly to sit on his chest and the moment you did, your fingers started admiring the material on his chest, the silver parts brushing against your hot skin. His hands moving up and down your thighs, rolling down your high rise socks. "Do you like it that much?"

You nodded, "this is looking so good on you." you met his eyes and smiled, "looking like mine."

"Is my y/n flirting with me?" he raised a brow and you giggled. Mark patted your thigh, "let's take this off, sweety." he indicated under your skirt. You nodded and Jeno guided you on your knees and Mark helped you to take your panties off, still keeping your skirt on and your shirt almost falling off your body. As soon as your bare heat came in contact with his belted chest, you let out a moan and clutched his shoulder, your body leaning forwards.

"Come on, I'm starving." he pulled you towards his face but he felt you grinding on his chest and chuckled, "y/n, stay still." he spanked your bare ass and you yelped in sudden hit. Jolting forwards, he easily guided you to sit on his face and you sank down. His nose on your clit and his lips mounding over your core.

"Oh my god." you clutched the headboard tightly and on the other hand grabbing Mark's hand. "Ah..this feels so good." your breath labored and even if you wanted to grind your hip, Jeno gripped it tightly, surely leaving red marks over your skin. He sucked on your clit and you threw your head back with a loud moan. His groans vibrated against your heat, making your coils tighten inside your stomach, he lifted you up a bit and you whined for the loss of contact, "you taste so sweet." he kissed and bit your inner thighs, your body shaking under their hold.

Mark was smirking at the view in front of him. How your body was shaking and squirming and your tears falling down, he moved towards your face and kissed your cheeks. Your innocent eyes met his dark gaze and he crushed his lips with yours, directly moving his tongue inside when you cried out again as Jeno's tongue started torturing your clit. Sucking and lapping onto your heat like a starved animal. "Stay still." his muffled order with a groan from beneath you made your head shake against Mark, "listen to him, baby."

"I can't please. Make me cum. Please."

"You will, baby." he kissed your shoulder and slid down your shirt completely from your body, leaving you in your bra and skirt. He bit his lips at the sight and left your hand to get off the bed. You pleaded towards the other boy, "please Jeno."

As he felt you clutching and your arousal dripping on his tongue. He stopped eating you out and made you stay still. You whimpered and sobbed, "why why?"

"What? You thought I would let you come so easily? Not yet, love." he smirked. He spanked your ass again when he felt your attempt to move your hips against him. You both heard shuffling sound from your side and noticed Mark taking off his shirt and your eyes instantly trailed over his body and he amusedly watched you checking him out. "I know what you want, baby"

Jeno spanked you again and you quickly turned towards him, "did I say to watch him?" you shook your head and quickly added a faint, "no." he smiled and guided you to sit on his face again, latching his mouth to your heat, devouring and groaning and your moan echoing inside the room. Standing beside you both, Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your face towards him, "won't you help me, baby?"

"yes...angh...I will."

"Good girl." he held your shoulder to hold you straight and your hands busily and messily tugged at his button to open it and pulled his pants down. Your hands and legs started shaking and Jeno's big nose bumping on your clit made you go insane when he suddenly stopped and you whined. Mark pulled his pants and boxer down to free his member and took it in his hand and rubbed it with his own arousal, groaning while his head fell backwards.

"why? " You whined and pouted while looking down at Jeno. you didn't know for how many more times he was going to deny your orgasm but before you could complain anymore, Mark grabbed your neck and guided you towards his length, "Now stop complaining. Be a good girl and suck on it like the way Jeno is making you feel good."

Shoving his length inside your warm mouth, he let out a guttural groan and tears brimmed in your eyes. He pulled out a bit when you licked the tip and swallowed the length, hollowing your cheek and resting it on your tongue, teeth grazing over his red girth. He put a pressure on your neck, pushing himself more into your mouth and soon you felt Jeno's mouth abusing your leaking clit, squeezing your shut and you felt your body shaking. Your one hand supporting your body and the other one taking a hold of Mark's member while he was abusing your mouth.

You choked on his length when he shoved himself more inside of you and started thrusting his hip with a tight grip on your neck. Tears streaming down and body jolted when he yanks your head back, letting you breathe. You gasped for air and panting, "please...please...I'm near."

He scanned your face, biting his lip and groaning at your messed up face, "what you say, Jeno?"

Jeno muttered while his tongue fucking into you fast, "what?"

"Should we let her cum?"

You pleaded, "please."

Jeno groaned and sucked hard, making your stomach do turn and twist, "I don't know. Should we?"

"Yes...please." you mentally prayed because earlier you have already been denied so many orgasms and you don't know how to hold it anymore. Jeno again said, "First make him cum in your mouth and then only you can cum. Okay?"

Your teary eyes begged again, "please, mark. Please, cum for me."

Mark clicked his tongue, "be a good girl for me."

He again shoved himself into your mouth and started fucking you relentlessly like Jeno fucking your cunt. Your moans getting lost on his length and the way he gripped tighter on your neck, you were sure he was near and so was you but you knew you couldn't come until he did. Soon, he moaned out your name and hot liquid shooting down your throat and some spilling down your chin. He held your head back, "swallow it." you did and even licked your lips to taste the bitter taste on the lips.

He bent forward, his breath hitting your earlobes and he whispered, "now come for us, baby."

Your whole body shook, letting out a loud moan calling out their names and he kissed your shoulder, "good girl."

Jeno gripped your hips gently to ride out your high and planted you to his side. You were panting and resting on your palms and knees. "Don't think we are done with you."

Jeno's voice made you look at them and he got off the bed to stand straight, "come here." you crawled to the end of the bed and stayed on your knees. His lips shining with your juices and some falling down over his vest and he licked his lips and wiped his chin.

"You like my vest so much. then, Take it off on your own." you nodded and searched for the way to open it. Both of them admired your movements. Your flushed face, red eyes, marked skin and messy hair was not letting their eyes off from you. As soon as you got rid of the material, your fingers tugged at his jeans button.

He held your hand glared, "did I say anything else?" you stared at him and he pulled you up in a kiss. His kisses are always different from Mark in every aspect and this is why you realize every little kiss from them. Who is the one kissing you even when you're asleep. He sucked your lips, biting it down and sucking your tongue. He tries to be gentle but as soon as he gets a taste of you, he will lose control.

Gripping your jaw to suck hickeys on your throat and shoulder, he messily makes out with you. His grips were way more strong than Mark's because the older one becomes gentle now and often, but the younger one's grip doesn't falter ever. His other hand guided yours to his abs, finger tracing each bump and the muscle lining down to his jeans button. He tapped your hand to signal you to open it and you did it quickly, surprising the one standing beside you.

"So eager for him. Aren't you?"

Jeno pulled your head back by your jaw, "answer him."

"Yes. yes. I want you, Jeno."

He chuckled, pecking your lips and pulling down his jeans along with the boxer, "have patience. You will be getting me." his fingers entangled with your hairs, massaging your scalp. Your eyes closed and leaned to his touch, when he suddenly made you hiss with the sudden pull, "suck me. Come on, you can't be greedy now."

You nodded and attempted to lean forward, his grip became tighter to meet your face, "behave, y/n."

"Yes. I am not greedy."

"Good girl." Before you could have adjusted him inside your mouth, he thrusted forward, choking you in the process, he was slightly bigger than Mark and you had to use your palm to match both the rhythms, hollowing your cheek and teeth grazing while his tip hitting the back of your throat. Tears spilling from your eyes and your drools by the corner of your mouth, trailing down to the chin.

You felt a presence behind you, his hands exploring your body, roaming around, giving you feather touch with some occasional squeeze here and there. Your whole body jolted when he pinched a nipple above your bra. His chuckle was faint due to the loud groan and moans of the man in front of you. With a quick snap, your bra was undone and he was quick to fondle your chest and kiss all your bare back. His hands were playing with your stomach, tracing patterns when he took both of the nipples between his fingers. Pinching them and pulling them before releasing them when you were squirming. Repeating the same action all over again.

Jeno pulled you away and you gasped for air, drools sticking to your chin and trailing down the throat. Mark left one nipple to insert a finger into your hole and you moaned. You were adjusting to the new feelings of a finger inside you, when he shoved inside another one and started pumping in a full speed. You gripped the bedsheet tightly and Jeno slapped your cheek with his member, "don't think of coming before you make me cum."

And again, he shoved himself inside your warm mouth, feeling the satisfaction and pleasure again. He guided your head to his own liking, grabbing your hair and moving it in a rhythm and Mark was showing no mercy to your abused cunt and maintained his own pace, your body squirming and eyes shut close. "Look at me." Jeno's harsh tone made your eyes flutter open and you quickly looked up, meeting his eyes. "Keep looking at me." Mark pinched your nipple and the other hand was busy making you nearing your climax.

Jeno moaned loudly, not caring the neighbors would think someone growling inside your house and pulled himself out. "Swallow it." you tried to swallow the hot thick sticky liquid but some still spilled from your corner of the lips and trailing down your chin to your chest. "Do you want to come?" He noticed your struggle to keep eye contact and as soon as you nodded, he pinched your left out nipple, making you cry out. "Mark, stop there." he ordered and kissed your nose with a smile.

Mark was quick to stop and retreated his hand from your cunt. You whined and sobbed because of another denied orgasm. Jeno shoved off his pants aside before climbing on the bed and then when you noticed Mark had no clothing on himself. Jeno pulled your back flushed to his front. His member poking your lower back and Mark resting between your legs when he kissed your inner thighs and his member hanging limp in front of you. You gulped at it and met his gaze. You loved this. They knew about it. You loved edging and getting denied orgasms and they were well aware of your limits and if it was too much, you better knew how to use the certain word.

"Do you trust us?"

"Yes, Mark. I do. Please."He kissed your temple before smoothly sliding himself inside you from front and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, kissing down your collarbone and biting some sensitive areas. Groaning in your ear and licking it afterwards when you felt a cold sensation in your ass. Jeno was spreading the lube to prep you with a finger and then two when he suddenly inserted himself. Groaning in your other ear, both of them using you like a fuck toy and it was a whimpering and groaning mess inside the room. Jeno's lips and teeths were not leaving a single area to suck and his fingers kept rolling and pinching your nipples, sometimes turning your head around to kiss you.

Mark brought your face to kiss you again and other hand circling over the clit.

"So full, Mark. so full, Jeno." you were mumbling so many things. Jeno hummed in your ear, "I know. Take it like a good girl." you grabbed Mark's wrist which was busy down there, "please, Mark. Too much." he kissed your closed eyes, "shh...you are doing so well. Taking us so well."

The double stretch was burning you out and you were sobbing between them but their hot touch was building your coils inside you again. Their rhythm soon matched with each other and Jeno kissed the sensitive spot in the back of your ear, whispering, "come for us, baby."

Your head fell back on his shoulder and soon after both of them bottomed out inside of you, filling your two holes with their hot spilled seeds painting your walls. Jeno bit down on your shoulder and Mark bit your throat slightly when they hit the climax. Three of you were panting in the position. Neither of them pulled out from you, Jeno kissed your shoulder softly and Mark kissed your cheek, "look at me, y/n."

Your hooded eyes looked at him and he smiled sweetly, "let's clean you up. Come on."

You shook your head, not having a bit of energy to talk. Now it's Jeno who spoke up and held you still when you whined as Mark slipped himself out, "y/n, just stay awake for a while. Then we will sleep together. Promise." he kissed your head and he slipped himself out, you were nodding your head and tried to fall to your side but he swept you off the bed and stood up with you in his arms.

Mark entered the bathroom first to prepare for the bath and soon after Jeno followed him with you. Jeno took the shower by himself and Mark cleaned you up with him. In the meantime, you cleared your fogged mind and stared at both of them while dressing up into fresh and comfy clothes.

As the three of you reached near the bed, you climbed on it quickly and fell down on your back, staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence. Both of them followed you on either side and chuckled at your cute reactions. You hugged Mark and snuggled your face into his chest when he stroked your hairs and rubbed your back. Jeno turned you around and pecked your lips, "are you okay? Were we rough with you?"

You shook your head, "no. you both were perfect. If you were hurting me then you would have listened to me and stopped there."

He nodded and patted his bare chest. Neither of them were wearing any shirts, only in boxers but you were in a camisole and a satin shorts. You happily rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes against his heart beat, "can I ask you both something?"

Mark hummed and urged you to speak, placing a kiss on your shoulder and pressing himself to your back. You felt both of their body heat against your skin and it was the best feeling ever you could get in your life. Both of them together with you and no other tension surrounding you.

"Both of you cummed inside me. What if I get pregnant?" you rubbed patterns on Jeno's stomach. He stroked your hair and massaged your scalp. "So?"

"Are you both okay with it?"

Mark turned you around and smiled, "we will be more than okay. It will be so nice with your swollen belly and after a few months, a crying baby in the household."

"And then there will be two babies for us to handle, Mark." you hit Jeno's arm when he teased you. Both of their laughs match the pitch and you made annoyed faces at them. "Don't worry, y/n. We are okay with everything which you love. If you are fine with having a baby, we are happy too." Jeno smiled down at you.

Mark added, " we won't pressure you for anything. If you don't want one, then also it's fine. Just take it easy. No rush. I know you got this."

"I love you. I really love both of you."

Mark smiled, "I love you too."

"I love you too, y/n." Jeno caressed your cheek.

Yes, the love between you three is incomparable. You don't think if anyone else in this universe can ever make you feel loved like them. You just want to stay between them like this forever. If only you could sleep in their arms and forget all other worries from life, just you and them and your sweet dreams.

"Keep talking, y/n. I will have a nice sleep." Mark laughed at Jeno's statement and you glared at them before pressing your face further into Mark's chest when he pulled you towards him, blocking your attempt to hit Jeno who was smiling at your cute act. He finally hugged you from behind, with you three drifting off to sleep.

Atleast, the night was not as bad as you thought it would be.

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rougecreator1 · 3 days

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Sooo… I have an idea. Poly!plastics x reader where reader has a concussion caused by some cheerleader things but she is like “I’m okay” and then her girlfriends notice something is wrong with her. (Regina will be really mad at her for hiding her injury). Thank you so much, I love your writing!

Totally Fine ||

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly!)

|| Warnings: Regina being Regina, reader getting concussed, swearing, Regina arguing with reader, brief mention of throwing up, reader in hospital

|| Summary: reader's part of the cheer team, her girls go and support her only to watch reader fall from the pyramid much to their concern. Reader insists she's fine, turns out she's very much not and her girlfriends know it. They take reader to the hospital, with some scolding from Regina.

Requests open!

Started: April 27th

Finished: May 2nd

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When finale bell rung, you started packing your stuff to leave the classroom. Filling your bag with the various books and papers you had from your English course. Once everything was together you headed out of the classroom; going to your locker to put your bag away and grab your cheer clothes. You had after school cheer practice today and you were looking forward to it.

As you walked to the locker room, you took out your phone and texted the group chat you had with your girlfriends.

You: are all of you still coming to watch? 💕

Gretchen was the fastest to respond, she usually was. She'd never leave you on delivered for more than two minutes unless she was genuinely busy with something; even in class she still made time to text you.

Gretchen: ofc!! omg dw we'll be there 🥰

Karen: be wear?

Gretchen: y/n/n cheer practice, kare 😭

Karen: oh yeah! oow 💕💕💕💕

Regina: oow????

Gretchen: on our way 💀

You laughed a little at their conversation, finding it amusing how Gretchen could always translate for Karen. Sometimes you could understand what she meant, other times you would have absolutely no idea what she means.

You send them a quick text back before shutting your phone off.

You: ilyyy all 🫶🫶

Once you arrived in the locker room you got changed and chatted with some of your cheer friends as you guys walked to the field together; laughing and mostly chatting about various rumours.

Ashley, the head cheerleader, got everyone organized and the Captain went over today's routine. Just some simple stuff, practicing the cheer for Friday's football game. It would be the first of the season and you were excited. It wasn't your first year doing cheer, so you knew what to expect. Usually routine, same old chants, ending with the finale pyramid.

You guys spent about twenty minutes going over your routine, by this point your girls were in the field stands watching and cheering you on. Honestly Gretchen and Karen would kill it on the cheer team. Maybe you'd try and convince them to sign up for next year.

"Alright, ladies! Pyramid up!" The Captain shouts, looking directly at you since you were her flyer (the person at the top).

Everyone got into position, you got to the top of the pyramid and struck your pose.

"Hold it!" The Captain says, watching all of you and checking your stances.

You guys were able to hold the pyramid for a good few seconds, until disaster happened. One of the girls who were under you helping keep you up began to tremble. She was new, she wasn't used to this. You braced yourself for what you knew was coming.

There was a longer pause than you had expected, you ended up letting your guard up because of it. Maybe you were fine. Wrong.

The moment you thought that she dropped you and you fell with no time to brace yourself.

Hitting the ground with a thud, the Captain rushed over to you and knelt beside you.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, you were dizzy. Nauseous. Everything was spinning as you groaned and tried moving onto your side. Pain shot through your body.

"Woah, woah. Easy kid." The captain puts a hand to your shoulder and frowns, watching you with an intense concerned gaze.

You stopped trying to move as your girlfriends rushed to your side.

"Oh my GOD! Are you okay? Are you hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?" Gretchen rambled out, feeling an overwhelming amount of concern as she held up two fingers.

You saw three and stared at her in confusion, trying to keep up with everything she was saying. By now the cheer team had gotten out of the pyramid and were standing a good distance, watching everything play out.

"Three...?" You mumbled, your speech slurred which confused Regina. You sounded like you were drunk but she knew better than to think that, she looked over at the Captain who seemed to be thinking the same thing as her.

Concussion.

Gretchen's eyes widened when you said three instead of two and she looked at Regina," Regina, what do we do?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." You assure her, trying to stand again and push through it.

"You are absolutely not." Regina sighed, narrowing her eyes at you as you tried to push it off like it was nothing. She knew you well enough to know it wasn't nothing.

"Oh yeah? Would someone who wasn't fine be able to do this?" You decided to show off a bit to prove your point. Doing a backhand spring, the only reason you landed right now was because of muscle memory. You nearly threw up as your head spun.

Regina groaned loudly and placed her hands on her hips while Karen clapped and smiled at you. Gretchen looked at you with pure worry.

"Fine! Wanna act like a tough girl? Act like a tough girl, see how tough you feel afterwards." Regina rolled her eyes and dragged the other two back to the bleachers, Gretchen really didn't want to leave your side but let Regina drag her.

Your Captain looked at you with worry," You sure this is a good idea, kid?"

"I'll be fine." You assure her.

Cue yourself eating absolute shit in three... two...

Ten more minutes pass, you do your best to keep up with the routines in your state. You were doing totally fine, until you started seeing spots and your vision went black.

~~~

When your eyes began to slowly open, you felt yourself blinded by hospital lights. Squinting you glanced around you, not moving from where you laid.

You could see Karen and Gretchen sitting beside you, Karen holding your hand and rambling about something to you.

She knew you had been unconscious when she started talking, she just wanted to talk to you in case you could hear her so you didn't feel alone.

You looked around a little more, spotting Regina pacing in front of your hospital bed. Her eyes met yours and you could see her expression shift from concern to anger.

"You're such a fucking idiot!" She shouts, startling you, Gretchen, and Karen.

"Regina!" Gretchen gets up, walking to the blonde in hopes of calming her down. Regina just puts her hand in front of her to stop her.

"I told you you weren't going to be fine! Why didn't you just fucking listen to me?"

You frowned and looked away from her, you had tried to hide how hurt you actually had been because you didn't want them to worry. You didn't want to burden them with you. Turns out, that just made things a whole lot worse.

Gretchen glanced at you and mirrored your frown, she felt bad for you. She hated that Regina was yelling at you for this, couldn't she have at least waited until you were out of the hospital? This was the last thing you needed.

Karen kept her hand holding yours, giving your knuckles soft rubs with her thumb as she tried her best to comfort you in silence. She knew better than to talk over Regina.

Regina narrowed her eyes at you when you looked away, she grabbed your chin and made you look at her again. She pulls you a little closer to her face.

"Never fucking pull this 'I'm fine' bullshit again. You hear me?"

You nodded slowly and she let go of you. As she did, you let out of breath.

"I'm going to talk to the doctor about when you're allowed out of here." With that, Regina walks out the door. Slamming it shut behind her. Making all three of you flinch from the sudden noise.

You shared a look with Gretchen as she returned to where she had been sitting before next to you and Karen. She rests a hand on your leg.

"How do you feel?" Her voice was so much softer than Regina's had been, you appreciated that about Gretchen.

"Like my head was run over by a bus." You mumbled, you had a killer headache. Regina's yelling did nothing to improve it.

"Do you want anything? Water? A snack?" Gretchen asked, frowning when heard your response. Her instinct was to take care of you and that's just what she was going to do.

You slowly nod your head, trying to ignore how that simple movement made your headache worse." Please."

Gretchen gives your leg a soft squeeze then gets up, going out of the room to find a vending machine. She trusted that more than the cafeteria food.

Karen stays with you, keeping her hand in yours as she talks to you about anything and everything. Hoping it distracts you from whatever pain you're going through. You don't have the heart to tell her it's making your headache worse.

"I'm not ready for this math test, like what even is it about? Do I need to know what an adjective is? Because I don't know what an adjective is.." Karen rambles on, you raise an eyebrow at her wondering what the hell adjectives had to do with math.

You just listen to Karen's ramble, occasionally nodding your head and adding in your little bit to the conversation.

~~~

You spent the following couple of weeks recovering, your girls taking care of you. Though mostly Gretchen & Karen. Regina was still pissed at you and wanted to make damn sure you knew that. So, Gretchen and Karen came up with a plan.

They had told Regina they were both busy one night and that they'd need her to keep an eye on you. Make sure you weren't doing anything to make your injury worse than it was. Regina argued, but they pleaded because they didn't want you to be left alone. Regina rolled her eyes and very reluctantly agreed.

She stayed over at your house that night, you spent most of the time in bed. Every now and then Regina would walk into your room.

During one of her last check ins, she noticed that you were asleep. She walked over and rested her hand on yours, watching you with an uncharacteristically soft gaze.

"I know I've been rough on you, but you were a fucking idiot." She was barely talking above a whisper, not wanting to risk you hearing her.

"I still love you. But seriously you're a fucking idiot." Leave it to Regina to not let you forget how much of an idiot you were, even while you were asleep.

#x reader #canon x reader #fanfic #fem reader #wlw fiction #mean girls x reader #mean girls #regina george #regina george x fem!reader #regine george x reader #gretchen x reader #regina x gretchen #karen x gretchen #karen shetty #karen x reader #regina x karen #gretchen wieners

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tayytayy12 · 9 hours

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Bad for business | PG10 x Reader

Summary - Reader and her boyfriend Pierre have a larger age gap than most relationships, and that causes people to leave some hate for them both, but they don’t care, they have each other.

Warnings - Age gap (everything is legal, imagine kika and Pierre), small but if hate, swearing

Type - SMAU

Requested - No - Yes

FaceClaim - Olivia Rodrigo

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Yourusername - A week off well spent with my love 💕

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User1 - My parents

User2 - This is just so icky ugh

User3 - Y/n and her grandpa 💕

User4 - I love Y/n and her music but promoting her relationship with a big age gap to her mostly young audience isn’t it

User5 - Finally someone said it

GracieAbrams - My babyyyy 💕💕

Yourusername - I miss youuu 🥲

User5 - She’s so pretty

User6 - I need a relationship like theirs

User7 - A weird one?

PierreGasly

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PierreGasly - A week without racing, a week with my love 🤍

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User8 - Oh..

User9 - They both know that this very public relationship with this age gap can’t be good for their careers

User10 - IM DONE WITH THE Y/NPIERRE HATERS, THEYRE EVEYTHING

User11 - LITERALLY THEYRE JUST JEALOUS

User12 - What would be jealous of?

User13 - The fact that no one your age wants you, let alone someone that’s A FEW years older xx

User14 - Ppl can hate all they want but he makes her happy, she lit wrote Enchanted about him after one interaction, he clearly means a lot and treats her right

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User15 - Fr and from then on she’s wrote Paper rings, YOU ARE IN LOVE, and so many other songs about him

User16 - And she wrote ‘This Love’ about Y/ex/n, then proceeded to write ‘All too well’ about him, people can hide shit stuff relationships well yk

User17 - FR, we’re just looking out for her

User18 - Pierre needs to learn this girl is bad for business

User19 - Y/NPIERRE THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

User20 - I need your guys relationship

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Yourusername - As many of you know me and my boyfriend, Pierre, have an age gap of a few years. We understand that it’s maybe bigger than most, but it’s legal, we were both fully grown adults when we met. We didn’t jump in head first like everyone insists we did, we actually care for each other, a lot actually. We don’t care about your hate, it doesn’t affect us, but any of you claiming that your ‘looking out for us’ when your just leaving vile comments aren’t fans, you’re people who can’t tell that we’re happy exactly how we are.

I deal with shit by writing about it, so my brand new song ‘Bad For Business’ is out now, hope you like it.

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User21 - She didn’t put one heart in that whole thing you guys pissed her offff

User22 - LMAO SHE SHUT YOU GUYS DOWN

User23 - “He’s good for my heart but he’s bad for business” STOP IT.

User24 - She shut you haters downnn

User25 - As she should

User26 - Where all you haters at now

User27 - Oh she ate with this one

PierreGasly - Mon ange 🤍

Yourusername - My love 🤍

User28 - “they don’t know me like my baby” devoured

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PierreGasly - She was right, if you’ve ever hated on us for being happy, you’re not a fan, you’re a bully.

I love you, Mon Ange 🤍

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User29 - All the haters a bit TOO quite now hmm

Yourusername - I love youuuu 💕

PierreGasly - I love you more 🤍

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vscabarca · 2 days

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could you write a fic ab ferran being super jealous, you guys aren’t together only friends but you seem to be getting super close to one of the other barca boys and he doesn’t like that. so when you’re at a party one time he gets a bit drunk and pulls you away from everyone to confess his feelings for you

jealousy, jealousy - ferran torres

summary: ferran caught feelings for his childhood friend and gets jealous once he hears you might be seeing someone.

genre: fluff

a/n: thank you for the request anon💕

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„dude you can’t just stare at her and do nothing about it.“ Gavi nudged Ferran‘s shoulder as they were walking onto the pitch before the game against Villareal. You sat at your usual spot, the one Ferran got for you, waving at the two boys with a smile once you saw them already looking at you.

Ferran had been a close friend of yours ever since your brother met him with fourteen during a tryout at the Valencian football academy. Sadly your brother didn’t make it into the team but Ferran never stopped coming over, even though his schedule was extremely busy.

You always had a different relationship with him than your brother, one that was much calmer and more gentle. Throughout the years, friends teased you two of becoming a couple eventually and you almost believed it, until Ferran moved to Manchester to pursue his dream. You couldn’t be more proud of him and even flew over to watch his games, but it just wasn’t the same anymore. So when you heard he‘d transfer to Barcelona, the city you moved to years ago, you were so happy to finally be spending more time with him. Then, you were told he had a girlfriend.

Sira, a gorgeous girl and Luis Enrique’s daughter. Your heart sunk once he‘d told you, not because of jealousy, but because you always thought he had feelings for you too. Seemed like you misinterpreted his words and actions when you were a teenager.

For a bit more than a year you gave him and Sira more space, not wanting her to think you were jealous and tried to distract yourself with other guys. You dated one here and there, but your mind never could stop thinking about the boy you knew since you were fourteen.

„I can’t. I think she’s seeing Moha from the Barça B team.“ Ferran explained to Gavi, his hand covering his mouth to avoid lip reading.

„I don’t know him too well but I‘ve never seen him with Y/n. Balde‘s throwing a party next weekend, then you‘ll see if you fucked up or not.“ Gavi snorted but gave his friend an encouraging tap onto his back.

Even though Ferran had been happy while he was together with Sira, his feelings for you came back once she had broken up with him over a year ago. He always had been attracted towards you, having a crush as a teenager which turned into real feelings over the years you were his friend. Sira made him forget those feelings when they were together, but once the relationship started to crumble, he knew you were made to be his. The thought of you seeing Moha made his gut wrench. Sure he was a great guy, but he couldn’t let you go for a second time.

Barça won the game 3:1 with Ferran even scoring a goal. He made his signature celebration, then pointed towards the stands where you sat at. After realizing the goal was dedicated towards you, a shy smile spread across your face.

„Great game Fer!“ You complemented him once you sat in his car and drove you home.

„Thank you, hermosa. Are you busy next Saturday? Balde‘s throwing a birthday party. He told me to bring a plus one.“ Ferran grinned, still on a high from the victory and having you in his passenger seat.

„Sure I‘d love to!“ You agreed with a smile.

Saturday rolled around quickly and throughout the day your thoughts wandered back to what Ferran would like you to wear. Eventually you decided on something comfortable and were just done with getting ready as you heard a car honk outside.

„You look pretty.“ He said as you sat down and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

———

Throughout the party you felt Ferran‘s eyes on you, leaving you all flustered when he made eye contact from across the room.

Your heart beat faster when you saw him smile or when you felt him put his arm around your shoulder. Ferran wasn’t much different. He wanted to impress you, to leave you wanting him as much as he wanted you. There was for sure jealousy behind it, silently wanting to show off how good you two got along.

All went great until Moha showed up. He immediately spotted you and you two immersed into light conversation, laughing together as he whispered something into your ear. Ferran didn’t think it was funny. After he saw you two so close, laughing, you touching his shoulder, he felt the jealousy build up in his system. Maybe it was also the alcohol he drank, but something about seeing you with Moha just wasn’t right. Especially not how the two of you seemed to be so close.

Gavi came up behind Ferran, immediately knowing what his friend was thinking.

„I swear Ferran if you don’t do something tonight and tell her, she‘ll leave with him.“ He threatened but Ferran knew he was right. He put his cup down after Gavi‘s words and walked up to you, interrupting the conversation you held with the Barça B player.

„Can I talk to you? It’s urgent.“ You sensed something was up. Usually he was talkative and smiled but now he looked distressed and upset, his gaze flickering between you and Moha. Moha awkwardly smiled after greeting Ferran and stepped a bit away to give you more space.

You nodded and gave your friend an appreciative smile, when Ferran took your hand and led you outside. Even though the atmosphere between you two was tense and irritating, your cheeks heated up once his hand grabbed yours.

He sat down on a bench, secluded from the other guests and motioned for you to sit down next to him.

„I can’t pretend anymore Y/n.“ Ferran said, his voice shaking once he turned his head to face you. You became nervous even though you didn’t know what he was saying.

„Pretend what?“ You softly spoke, trying to ease the unsettling tension around you two. Your hand wandered to the back of his neck like it often did before, and played with the short ends of his hair.

„pretend that I don’t love you.“ His word made you stop, his eyes never leaving yours once he said the words.

„I‘ve caught feelings for you when we were fifteen, going on vacation together with our families, sneaking out to the pool, telling each other the most embarrassing stories. I never had the courage to tell you because I was so scared. I was scared you‘d reject me and once I moved to England, I tried to forget you. When Sira broke up with me last year, I realized all I wanted is you. For you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend. It always had been you. Please tell me there’s nothing going on with Moha, and if yes, then I‘ll let you alone, but please think about this. About us.“ Ferran took your hands in his, silently hoping you’d say something, anything. The shocked expression on your face scared him even more, already wanting to apologize for his rambling, thinking he had officially messed things up. But you on the other hand could feel your heart beat out of your chest. The teenage love just confessed his feelings for you, but mixed Moha up for one of your potential lovers.

You couldn’t put your feelings into words, so you just grabbed Ferran by the back of his neck and crushed your lips lovingly against his. He was surprised at first, then immediately kissed you back, holding you by your waist and pulling you towards him. Forehead against forehead, you smiled sweetly at each other, both cheeks flushed from the kiss you just shared.

„I love you Ferran. And I don’t want to let you go too, I want to be with you.“ You whispered, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

„So there’s nothing going on with Moha?“ He asked rather surprised. You did understand why he would think that, but you guessed it was time to tell him.

„I‘ve spend so much time with him lately because I babysit his little sister. His parents are out of town for a while and he knew I babysit besides university.“ You grinned, gladly clearing up the misunderstanding.

„He came to me tonight to tell me his sister had a crush on my brother. That’s why we laughed so much.“

Ferran‘s eyes went wide once he realized everything was a big misunderstanding, but was even more glad that you always waited for him too.

„Oh.“ Was the only answer he could muster to which you only shook your head.

„Stick to football, you’re still not the smartest.“ You joked but Ferran acted offended.

„Hey!“ He laughed, but was quick enough to lean back in again to kiss you passionately.

„But I was smart enough to make you mine, hermosa.“

#fc barcelona #football one shot #football x reader #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres one shot #ferran torres #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader

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heyitsjaki · 1 day

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Hi!! I just wanted to say I'm loving your gale/tav comics! I love the slow burn and can't wait till Gale finally does something about his crush 🤭

Stay hydrated, take care 💕

Thanks anon!! I’m glad you’re enjoying the comics—I’ve been having a blast making them 😁

#ask jaki

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saradika-graphics · 2 days

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hi there! would it be okay for me to ask for some muted or pastel violet flower-themed dividers please? thank you!

hi! ooh, I would love to make some pastel violet dividers for you! hope you like them! 💖

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

#dividers #tumblr dividers #fic dividers #aesthetic dividers #type: dividers #theme: floral #color: purple #calxlu

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xrollingmyeyesx · 2 days

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OVERWORKED

pairing: Aonung x Metkayina!Reader x Neteyam, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

summary: You're a stressed and overworked healer; Aonung and Neteyam are constantly bugging you at work. When you blow up at them, they offer a helping hand.

warnings: smut, praise, dumbification kinda, threesome with my favorite boys 💕

Notes: I know this isn’t an innocence update, but I figured I’d give y’all something just waiting in the drafts! 💕 lots of love. As always, reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated!

“You always seem so stressed, Y/n.” Tsireya mused one day in the healers tent. “You should take a rest day.”

Easy for her to say. She hadn’t been up all night for the 5th day in a row.

First, it had been a sudden stomach illness from spoiled food. Several people became ill, and you spent the night cleaning puke and forcing them to drink water. Then it was sea flu, passed between the younger members of the clan. The youngest were among the most fragile, so they had to stay under careful watch. Night after night, something kept you from the comfort of your bed.

The day time was just as busy.

When you weren’t bombarded with people seeking your help, you worked to replenish the stores of balms and elixirs that had been used up after the last hunting trip. Somehow, every hunter managed to come back with some type of wound, ranging from small lacerations to a brutal, but accidental, knife wound.

You were the best healer the Metkayina had; So good that Ronal, the Tsahik, often requested your help with difficult wounds or ailments.

If you were anyone else you would take the day off, but you were you. You were sought out at all times, even when you weren’t supposed to be working. No day off was truly a day off.

“I am just tired.” You replied to Tsireya, mixing up a balm for a new mother in the clan. She was still experiencing great pains from the birth, and you hoped to ease it as best you could.

You really did love your job, too. You loved caring for people and being able to relieve their pain.

It was just so consuming. At times it felt like all you did was work, and you were quickly burning out with each sleepless night.

A muffled voice came from the tent's entrance, and you turned your back as Tsireya greeted the newcomer.

“Skxawng, what did you do?” She admonished.

You knew just from her tone that it must have been Aonung who’d come through. And where Aonung went, so did Neteyam. You’d had a bit of a crush on the both of them, but never pursued it. After all, if you didn't have time to sleep, you definitely didn't have time to date.

You sighed deeply, your shoulders sagging from the stress of the day. You wanted to just have one, relaxing night to forget about your job. But you doubted it would be any time soon.

“It is actually my fault,” Neteyam admitted to Tsireya. “I got distracted during sparring.”

Now that was interesting. Rarely did Neteyam falter. He was a worthy warrior, and you’d never seen him lose to anyone but Aonung. Not that it proved anything, Neteyam had won over him just as much as he’d lost to him.

You turned towards them, averting your gaze as you added new components to the balm. It was a thick yellow paste now, and you needed it to turn a soft cream color. You sat on the floor of the tent, diligently mixing and watching for the color change.

“Just sew it up,” Aonung huffed in his normal grumpy tone.

He had a deep cut right across his bicep, deep enough to see the lower layers of skin peeking out. Ouch. It bled freely, dripping down his arm. He would need stitches, at least 6, and it would be especially painful in that specific area.

“Let me get a needle,” Tsireya turned to rummaged through the suture supplies.

“No, I want Y/n to do it.” Aonung stated, as if you would drop what you were doing to come to his aid.

You raised a brow at him from your position on the floor. You were clearly busy with something, and Tsireya was just as capable of stitching him up as you were. And she was his sister, he should trust her implicitly.

You voiced your contempt aloud. “Tsireya can sew your cut, Aonung.”

He scowled, and behind him you saw Neteyam crack a smile. “You do them better.”

That wasn’t true. You may have been faster at stitching, but you had the exact same technique as Tsireya because you’d both had the same teacher: her mother.

Tsireya found the supplies she needed and rolled her eyes at her brother. “Aonung, do not be stubborn. Come here.” She sat across from you, looking at him expectantly.

“I wanted Y/n.”

What is up with him? He barely talked to you normally, communicating mainly in grunts and letting Neteyam translate. And now he wants to demand you help him, when you're literally in the middle of something else, and his sister is readily available to help?

You scowled. You were in no mood to have him order you around like you were some servant. You had a job to do: help people, which you were actively doing. Tsireya was right there!

“I’m busy.” You dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

“Y/n.” He growled, as if that would make you do it.

You whipped your head to face him, baring your teeth in a sharp hiss.

“I said no, Aonung! I am doing something for someone else, and I will not put it down just because you are the son of Olo’eyktan and think you deserve special treatment.” You glared at him, rising to your feet. “Your sister is perfectly capable of sewing you up, and I am tired of your shit.”

You whipped back around, your long curls whipping across your back as you stomped out of the room and to the back of the tent, taking the mixing bowl with you. Fuck him if he thought you’d play favorites with your patients.

Fucking asshole.

Later, you would chastise yourself for lashing out like that. Aonung was rude sometimes, but you shouldn't have taken your own stress out on him.

Maybe Tsireya was right.

You did need to relax. And you needed to find a way to de-stress so you weren’t taking out all your frustrations on other people.

…..

A few days later, after some convincing from Tsireya, you decided to visit the hot springs along the edge of the island. You desperately needed to get away for a bit. It helped that a large grove of trees and a rock formation created a natural barrier, giving the area some semblance of privacy away from prying eyes.

You waited until the sun set before leaving, making sure to keep quiet. It’s not that you would get in trouble for being out, but you didn’t want to face any questions about where you might be going. The hot springs weren’t too far from your own tents, so the walk was brief.

The spring was small, but not enough to deter you from using it. You could probably lay down flat against the bed and touch both sides. The forest floor faded into stone around the pool, creating a ledge that dropped down into steaming water.

You undressed and gingerly stepped down, and immediate relief flooded your senses. The spring was hot enough to sting slightly, but not so much as to cause pain. You figured your skin would be burned a soft pink by the end of your bath.

You washed your face first, attempting to wipe the weariness from your eyes. Your hair was next, and you dipped under the water to soak it. You washed it carefully, parting it into sections and finger-combing each one out.

Your arms burned by the time you finished with your hair, and you sat along the edge of the pool where a protruding ledge had created a makeshift bench. You leaned back against the wall, your body slipping beneath the soothing water.Eyes closed, you allowed your muscles to loosen one by one until the tension had eased.

Usually when you showered, it was a quick affair. You had places to be and things to do, so bathing for long periods of time wasn’t possible. The act of bathing had become less of a relaxing activity and more of a quick scrub; A necessity rather than a luxury.

“You shouldn’t be out alone this late, Y/n.” A deep voice chided, starting you from your peaceful moment as you whipped around quickly, pushing off the bench defensively.

Neteyam leaned against one of the trees with his arms crossed over his chest. He was bathed in shadows, and you could just barely make out his bright, amber eyes. You dropped the defensive stance. Neteyam might have been scary at times, but he wouldn’t hurt you.

His eyes shifted, dipping slightly. You followed his gaze down, only to remember you were completely naked, and your upper half was exposed above the water. Flushing, you scrambled to cover your chest, crossing your arms over them. You didn’t have time to wonder if he found it strange for you to hide when your people had no stigma against nakedness.

“What are you doing here?” You accused, stepping back. Had he followed you out here? What could he have been doing so late?

He pursed his lips and tilted his head at you in study. “I was just out for a walk and saw you leaving the village,” He uncrossed his arm and stepped forward out of the shadows.“I wanted to apologize for the other day. Aonung behaved poorly.”

Strange, that he would apologize for his friend. Even more strange that he would apologize when it had been you who’d lost their temper.

“There is no need to apologize, Neteyam. I should not have been so quick to anger.” You spoke softly, and then, believing the conversation was over and he would leave, you turned your head dismissively.

Neteyam, however, was not done speaking. “Aonung was being stubborn, like usual. He did not mean to upset you.”

You rolled your eyes, sinking further into the water so you could drop your hands from your chest. If this conversation was going to continue, you couldn't just stand there exposed.

“I am well aware of Aonung’s stubbornness. It comes from being the oldest, I think.” You replied thoughtfully.

The foliage behind Neteyam ruffled as something moved behind it. A second later, a large, blue body stepped out from the darkness.

“Have you been watching me, minyu?”

Aonung’s sudden appearance immediately put you on edge, and you subconsciously took another step back.

You should have known he would be there. He was Neteyam’s best friend, and the two were never far from each other. Where one went, the other followed.

“Aonung,” You addressed him cautiously, your face flushing at the accusation. How arrogant he must be to think you would spend your free time watching him. You may have enjoyed the occasional view, but you didn’t have the energy to pursue anyone in that way.

He was attractive, of course, but he’d never been anything but platonically cordial to you. Which made sense because the only time you ever saw him, outside of clan events, was when he came to you to be healed.

You were so distracted by Aonung’s accusation that you almost skimmed right past what he had called you.

Minyu.

It was a type of lily that grew near the southern part of the reef. The leaves were very sweet, almost addicting, but they were hard to get. A person would have to climb several reef walls to reach their growing site, and risk falling if they failed. It was a delicacy that most would avoid risking their life for.

And you knew from Tsireya that Aonung was particularly fond of the plant. He was one of the few who scaled the walls regularly to get a taste of the ripe flower.

What a strange thing to call you.

He grinned, sky blue eyes taking in the scene. The water didn’t do much to conceal you, but the darkness helped some. The only source of light was the soft glow of moss on the outer rocks.

Aonung walked to the edge of the pool and peered over. Then he began to do something weird. He began to untie his necklaces. He let them fall to the ground, and then he untied the laces of his cumberbund, his warrior's vest.

Oh, Eywa. He wasn’t going to…

“Neteyam,” He called over his shoulder, eyes locked with yours as he spoke. “I think we should have a bath as well.” His voice carried over the water, and you inhaled sharply.

He was going to get in with you. They were both going to get in with you.

It was bad enough they were there interrupting the only peace and quiet you’d had in months, but now they were going to invade your space too? The two could be cocky at times, but never out right mean. And it was clear by how tense you’d become that they weren’t welcome there.

That you didn’t want them there, regardless of the tingling at the base of your tail and the stupid, quick beating of your heart.

Or so you tried to convince yourself as the two men stripped their clothing off.

You couldn’t even ask them to leave without exposing whatever miniscule feelings you had for them. It was completely normal for Na’vi to be naked in front of each other. And if it was anyone else, you’d have no issues at all.

But it wasn’t anyone else. It was them.

Unease curled in your gut at the idea of sitting in this pool and bathing with them sitting only a few feet away. Not only would you not get the quiet you’d been seeking out, but you would be uncomfortable the whole time. There was no way you would be able to relax with both sets of piercing eyes watching you.

“Staring is rude, Y/n.”

You narrowed your eyes at Aonung and scowled. “Yeah, well, so are you.”

Okay, maybe not the best comeback, but you were a little distracted with the two semi-naked men basically giving you a peep show. They were both down to their loincloths, and Aonung had busied himself with tying back his hair.

He quickly tied the long locks in a knot on his head and moved to untie the only thing keeping him decent. You attempted to turn, but not nearly quick enough, catching a glimpse of what is unmistakably his cock in your peripheral vision.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Aonung was incredibly irritating, but he was also very, very hot.

One of them laughed behind you, and then twin splashes and the rocking of waves signaled they had joined you in the water. You refused to turn, your shoulders tense as you stared at the mossy rock in front of you.

Don’t think about them naked. Don't think about them naked.

“Perhaps I should leave,” You muttered, after the repetition failed to erase the mental images you had already conjured.

“Stay,” Aonung ordered, and you shivered as your back straightened.

You hated how your body reacted to him. The traitorous bitch didn’t get the memo that you were supposed to be angry at him, not horny for him.

“Please,” Neteyam added. At least one of them had manners.

The rational part of you told you to leave, to jump out of the pool and make a dash for your home. Yes they’d get an eyeful, but at least you would be out of this awkward situation. It was the better option, the more logical option.

Another more insistant part of you told you to stay. You were there first and you deserved to relax, even if you had to deal with the two assholes. And even if it was awkward and they irritated you the whole time, at least you had new material for the nights when your hand was the only respite you got from the grueling day.

On those nights, the men in your fantasies were much less annoying.

“I’ll stay,” You relented.

A minute passed where nothing was said, and you stood tensely as apprehension grew. Maybe you shouldn’t stay. Maybe they were only telling you to stay out of politeness, and now things were weird because you hadn’t gotten the hint? Maybe they–

“Y/n, are you going to turn around or is there something particularly interesting over there?” Neteyam teased.

Right. Don’t be awkward.

You dipped lower into the water to cover your chest before facing them. You might have decided to stay, but that didn’t mean you were ready to bare your whole body to them.

“Thank you, sevin .”

You were sure Neteyam hadn’t meant it, but the words sounded strangely close to a purr. The deep rumble had a shocking sizzle of heat shooting straight to your core, and you hoped they hadn’t noticed your flustered reaction. So distracted with appearing nonchalant, you didn’t even realize Neteyam had called you pretty.

Aonung and Neteyam sat on the ledge you had been on before they surprised you. They were splayed out, Aonung’s broader form taking up more of the space. They were so pretty together, like a tapestry of varying blues all woven together to perfection. You were completely captivated, watching them with a keen interest.

Strangely, Aonung’s arm was thrown over Neteyam’s shoulder. It created a strange sense of intimacy you’d never seen from the pair. You had never given it much thought, but maybe they were closer than they let everyone believe.

“Y/n.”

You startled out of your ogling, darting your eyes up to meet Aonung’s. “Yes?”

He grinned in a way that bared his fangs, the sharp point digging into full lips. “Neteyam asked you a question.”

You flushed, fidgeting with your hands below the water. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

The knowing look on Neteyam's face said he knew exactly what you’d been thinking about, but he said nothing about the rosy tint to your cheeks. He repeated the question, asking if you usually came to the hot springs late at night.

The way they watched you made it hard to think. They looked at you like they were reading every glance, making note of every little twitch of your ears. It made your skin itch. It was almost as if they were looking for something, and if the glances they shared were any indication, you were pretty sure they had found the answer they were looking for.

“Rarely. I do not have time during the day to come for a bath, and usually by night I am so tired I fall asleep before I can make it out of my home. I usually just try to squeeze in a quick shower at the falls.”

Neteyam tilted his head. “But you were not tired today?”

You sighed, picking at your nail beds. “I am very tired, but I thought I would maybe relax a bit,” You shot him a pointed look. “You know, get away from other people.”

Neteyam laughed, and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fair.”

You managed a small smile back. Maybe they weren’t so bad all the time.

“Why are you so tired, Minyu?”

You shifted your gaze to Aonung. He seemed confused, as if there was no reason you could possibly be so busy that you didn’t have time to bathe.

“I am just busy, that's all. I spend all day with other people, with the elders and Ronal, and all the people who need my help. Healing and studying and teaching,” You looked anywhere but at them. “From sunrise to sunset, I have people depending on me to help them, to take care of them. And I love helping them,” You nodded, as if to reassure yourself. “Really, I do. But sometimes… Sometimes I think it would be nice to not have to think sometimes. To have someone take care of me, for a change.”

A quiet stillness fell over your trio as your admission settled in.

Regret quickly flooded you at having just admitted something so personal. You hadn’t meant to overshare, but the words just spilled out of you like a flood. Embarrassment and dread filled your gut and you swallowed harshly.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean–” You started to explain your rambling.

“Do not apologize,” Aonung barked, and you sucked in a breath at the bite in his words.

His mouth was pressed in a hard line, like he was thinking deeply. You could just make out Neteyam’s hand under the water, rubbing soothingly on Aonung’s leg. You had a sneaking suspicion the two were not just friends.

Neteyam glanced up at his friend before turning to you. “You could have asked us, Y/n.”

You crinkled your nose in confusion. “Asked you what?”

Neteyam sighed, but Aonung butted in before he could speak. “You could have asked us to take care of you.��

The laugh bubbled up out of you before you could control it. “And you would take care of me?”

“Yes,” Neteyam answered, as if that was obvious.

The dark glint in Aonung's eyes could mean anything, but paired with the smirk on Neteyam’s face, you were pretty sure you knew what he meant by ‘take care of you.’ The picture it conjured had your skin heating and a fuzzy feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. It was unease, but leaning more towards something else… Anticipation. Need. Excitement.

“I thought you didn’t like me?” You were sure they didn’t like you. Maybe they liked irritating you, but they didn't like you.

Neteyam smiled. “We like you enough.”

A minute of silence passed and you briefly wished that the earth would swallow you whole. You had no idea how to respond to him. Maybe you had imagined the tension you felt towards them.

“You don’t want to think?” Aonung asked, and you looked up from where you’d been fidgeting.

You sighed, slapping your hands against the surface of the water. “Yeah, that probably sounds stupid.”

Neteyam studied you. “It’s not stupid, Y/n. You need not think, to let someone else do the thinking for you.” He shrugged. “There’s no shame in that, sevin.”

You flushed at him calling you pretty, and squeezed your thighs together under the water as discreetly as possible as the words traveled straight to your clit. There was no denying the sexual undertone this time.

“Uhm,” Your mouth fell open. You shouldn’t like the insinuation. You were an independent woman, but the idea of handing over the reigns, of letting someone else do the thinking? You breathed out softly.

“Oh?” Aonung smirked from next to Neteyam. “I think she likes that.” He leaned forward. “Is that what you need, minyu? You need someone to help you empty that pretty head, is that it?”

Your eyes blow wide at his words. How do you even reply to that?

Aonung grunted, and whispered against the shell of Neteyam’s ear. Then he stood, lifting his gorgeous, tattoo covered body out of the water. Once again, you glance away out of modesty.

He slowly waded across the pool to you, and your chest began to rise and fall quickly with each step. You held your breath as he approached. He stood over you, his upper body exposed while you stayed hidden under the water.

“Is that what you want, Y/n?” He asked slowly, like he was talking to a small animal. “We can help you forget all that stress. You don’t have to think with us. You just have to say you want it.”

You stared up at him, mouth opening and closing as you sorted information in your head. It all happened so fast, his suggestion, his insinuation that you let them control you, that you let them do what they want to you. You tried to think, to find a reason to say no, but he was standing so close and you couldn’t form a coherent answer.

“Y/n,” He asked again, this time softer.

You could say no. You could remind him that they don’t like you and you don’t like them. You could run away, like you had considered earlier. You could yell at him for thinking you would be so easy, for thinking you would just fall to your knees for him. You could.

But you don’t.

Slowly, you rose from the water, droplets trailing down your skin and over the smooth curve of your breasts. Your skin prickled with awareness as he watched, and a sharp sense of satisfaction filled you as he drug in a ragged breath.

He trailed his knuckles over your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Say the word, Y/n.”

“Both of you?” You asked breathily. You glanced over his shoulder at Neteyam, who was watching the interaction intently.

“Both of us.”

You’d already made up your mind. “Okay.”

Aonung dipped his head, ghosting his lips across yours. “Say all of it, minyu.”

You licked your lips, briefly touching his. “I want you guys to take care of me.” The words were barely audible to you past the pounding of your heart in your ears.

They heard you clearly though, twin groans of approval coming from both of them.

Aonung pulled away. “Go to Neteyam.” It was an order, and one you followed unquestioningly.

You walked around Aonung to approach Neteyam hesitantly, and he held a hand out to you. He pulled you close to stand in between his spread legs. You watched him, trying to avoid looking down,where just under the water his cock jutted out from between lean hips.

Aonung stepped up behind you and pressed his chest to your back. His bulky frame caged you in, surrounding you with the smell of sea water and spices. He was the perfect height for you to lean your head back against the curve of his shoulder. His rough palms slid against your hips, and he took your waist in his larger hands. You released a ragged breath.

Another hand slid up the side of your leg, dancing over the curve of your ass to grip your hip on the other side. Since he was sitting, Neteyam had to tilt his chin to look up at you.

“You listen so well, sevin.” You preened at the praise, your stomach fluttering. “Such a pretty blush.”

He tugged you closer. “You gonna let us fuck you, Y/n? Let us fuck you until there’s nothing left to think about in that cute little head of yours?”

You nodded slowly.

Something about the way Neteyam talked to you made you want to melt, to submit to whatever he wanted from you. Everything about his voice, the cadence, the tone, the soft lilt on the end, eases you into submission, into a sense of security with him.

He caressed your face softly, and then pulled your mouth to his. He kissed slowly, sensually, savoring your taste and taking the time to map the shape of your mouth dutifully. You pressed closer, eager for more, and threw your arms around his neck. His fingers dug into your hip as he groaned low in the back of his throat.

By the time he pulled away you were panting for air.

“You tell us if you ever want to stop, okay?” His face turned serious, and he urged you to answer.

“Mhm.” It seemed they had already ruined your ability to speak actual words.

“Words, Y/n.” Aonung grumbled from behind you, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. “Use your words.”

“Yes, I’ll tell you to stop.”

A lie.

You would never tell these two men to stop. There's nothing they could do that you wouldn’t accept willingly at that point. You were already slick with need and a desire so intense your clit throbs.

“Good girl, sevin.” Neteyam praised.

Aonung kissed the side of your neck, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips. You tilted your head back to allow him easier access, and he used the new angle to turn your head and press his lips to yours.

Where Neteyam was soft, Aonung was hard. He kissed you forcefully, like a summer storm determined to take everything you had to give and more. Your teeth clashed, his tongue quickly dominating yours. His sharp fangs bit into your lip, and you gasped at the sharp pain, pulling away.

“So responsive, isn’t she, Aonung?” Neteyam hooked an ankle around yours under the water and used the leverage to pull your legs apart, opening you to him. He slid his hand between your thighs to your aching center, his fingers just barely gliding over the slick outer lips. “So wet for us.” He applied pressure to your clit, moving in smooth circles until you were grinding down against his hand.

“Yes.” You whimpered, leaning back against Aonung for support.

Aonung nipped at your shoulder. “I told you she would be, I saw her clenching her pretty little thighs when she was angry at us. She’s been thinking about us, haven’t you minyu?”

“Great Mother,” You cried out as Aonung bit down, right in tune with the increased pressure against your clit.

“No,” Neteyam corrected. “Just us. If you're going to scream a name, it better be one of ours.” He teased your slit, coating his fingers in the wetness there before he pushed two fingers into your heat.

“‘Teyam,” You gasped at the intrusion and moved your hands to grip his shoulders.

He worked his fingers out slowly, and then drove them back in at a languid pace. He repeated the same motion, finding a sensual rhythm that had you clenching around his fingers.

Aonung reached from behind you to take the heavy weight of your breast in his hand, brushing calloused fingertips over the sensitive peak. He pinched your nipple, rolling the pink bud between his fingers.

You arched your back, pushing up into his hands just as Neteyam added another finger. The stretch was delicious, and he curled his finger inside you, finding a spongy wall that made you see stars.

“So fucking tight,” Neteyam growled. He increased the pace, stroking and stretching you on his fingers till you were gasping his name for more.

“More,” You pleaded. “Need more.”

While Neteyam brought you closer to release, Aonung explored your body restlessly. He pulled at the flesh of your ass hard, pressing close to you. His thick length pressed against your backside and he rutted against you in short thrusts.

“Demanding little thing. Ordering your future chiefs around.” He kept one hand on your breast and one on the curve of your ass as he rocked against you. “You forget your manners, minyu.”

Neteyam thrusted up, harder against the textured wall of your cunt. They pulled you in opposite directions, playing a tantalizing game of tug-of-war with your body and you were enjoying every second.

“Please, I need to come.” You looked down at Neteyam with wide, pleading eyes, your lips parted as you moaned.

He stole your lips in another kiss, slotting his mouth over yours. He waited till you surged forward for more, and then pulled away.

“‘Teyam, please.” You begged. Water sloshed around you and you grabbed his arm, clenching down on his finger with each thrust.

He was hitting the perfect spot, the perfect angle with his hand so that he could thrust into you and grind his palm over your swollen, puffy clit with each stroke. Stroke after stroke, you climbed higher towards your release.

Your stomach tightened and your toes curled against the floor of the spring as you approached the height of your pleasure. Behind you, Aonung pressed his thumb over the tight ring of your other hole, not entering but applying enough pressure to have you crying his name along with Neteyam’s.

He kissed the shell of your ear, running his teeth along the sensitive skin behind it. “I can’t wait to take you here next time, Y/n. You’re gonna be so full of us.” He pressed in just the tiniest bit, and every muscle in your body clenched in response to his words.

You trembled with the force of the orgasm and your nails dug into Neteyam’s shoulder as pulse after pulse your orgasm came over you.

“She’s fucking milking my fingers.” Neteyam stared at the apex of your thighs, watching as your pussy sucked his fingers in. Your legs trembled, going weak in his arms. Behind you, Aonung held you upright.

“I bet she fucking is.”

You shuddered as it came to an end, still feeling the throbs of aftershocks, and fell back against Aonung’s chest. You gasped for air, sucking in lungfuls in an attempt to catch your breath.

They barely gave you time to recover before Neteyam pulled his fingers from you with a wet squelching sound. You watched, awestruck, as he brought his glistening fingers to Aonung’s lips. The Metkayina man held your gaze, and then he took Neteyam’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and moaning.

Your mouth fell open in surprise at something so lewd, and Aonung grinned back at you. “Fucking delicious.”

He pulled you from Neteyam’s arms to kiss you, licking into your mouth, and you submitted to him easily. He tasted like you, a heady tartness to his normal sea salt flavor.

Water splashed behind you, and tore away from him, turning just in time to see Neteyam lifting himself onto the edge of the pool. Your mouth turned down in a frown.

“Aww, don’t pout.” Aonung teased. “Neteyam’s not leaving.”

He kissed you again, softer this time, and you followed his lips when he pulled away. He laughed at your antics and slapped your ass softly. “Turn back around.”

You’ll deny it to your very last breath, but you kind of like how bossy Aonung is. It sucks when he’s irritating you, but in this situation, it is very much welcomed.

When you turned, Neteyam hadn’t moved far. Instead of sitting on the ledge beneath the water, he sat on the edge of the hot spring, his ankles dangling down into the water. At this height, your head was basically in his lap.

He sat with his legs splayed out, his swollen length hard against his stomach. The pink tip leaked pre-cum, and a drop of it spilled over, slowly sliding over down the blue, velvety skin.. White freckles decorated the shaft in a random constellation pattern. You ached to take him into your hands.

Neteyam leaned forward to kissing the tip of your nose. “You still okay?”

“Very okay,” You answered with a dazed smile. He was so pretty, so close. And he smelled so fucking good. You inhaled his scent, allowing your head to loll to the side, a cloudy feeling invading your senses.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good for us, sevin.” He leaned back on his hands, and you followed, driven to be closer to him. He stroked a hand over your head, as to pet you. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes ‘Teyam.” You answered breathily.

He chuckled, brushing back your hair from your face. “So eager.”

Warm air brushed over your ear. “Ask to suck his cock,” Aonung whispered.

He nudged your shoulder, and you leaned over Neteyam’s thighs, looking up at him through thick lashes. “Can I suck your cock?”

Aonung tsked. “You know better. Gotta ask nicely, Y/n.”

You pouted, but did as he said anyway, speaking in a higher tone. “Can I please have your cock Neteyam?”

You watched as his cock very visibly twitched in front of you, and he groaned. “The answer is always yes for you.”

Yes, yes, yes. You started forward, but stopped midway to glance back at Aonung.

“Nung?”

He gestured toward Neteyam. “Go on.”

“But, but what about you?” You whined. You really wanted to put your mouth on Neteyam, but you didn’t want to leave Aonung out. He may have been fine just giving orders, but you didn’t want anything less than everything from boy men.

He stepped closer to you, cutting off your whine. He must have read the longing on your face, because he was quick to assuage your fears.

“Do not worry about me, minyu.” He kissed you quick and hard. “Neteyam’s going to take care of that pretty mouth of yours, and I’m going to fill you so full of my cum, it’ll be dripping down your thighs for days. The whole clan is going to smell us on you.”

Your lips parted in surprise, your pupils blown wide as heat licked at your core. You clenched around nothing, your whole body thrumming with electric energy at what he’d said.

“I think she likes that,” Neteyam drawled cheekily.

“Turn around.” Aonung rasped with his own cocky smile.

Aonung grabbed your shoulders and turned you, still a little dazed from his words, and pushed you up against Neteyam. Face to face with his cock, your attention focused in at the throbbing erection.

You reached you, cautiously tracing the tiny white freckles and the thick vein on the underside of him. He breathed in sharply above you, and bucked into your hand. You glanced up, and he nodded for you to continue. You took him into your hand, lithe fingers locked around the thick base. He was so warm, so hard yet so soft at the same time.

More pre-cum gathered on the plush, pink head of his cock, and you impulsively stuck your tongue out to swipe at the bead. The salty taste exploded against your tongue, and you eagerly moved in for another taste.

Neteyam slid his hand into your hair, tugging your head back slightly.“Open your mouth for me.”

You did as he said, opening your mouth and letting your tongue fall out. He guided your head over his length, pushing you down until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged softly, but hollowed your cheeks as he repeated the motion.

“That’s it, just like that, sevin.” He moaned.

You watched as his head fell back, eyes clenched shut in pleasure. You kept one hand on his thigh to keep you upright, and you used the other to work the base of his member. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, dripping down over your hands and creating a slick mess.

Neteyam moaned your name, and you felt him buck up into your mouth again. You could tell he was holding back, trying not to hurt you as he succumbed to your mouth. You did your best to take him as far as possible, breathing through your nose and letting him push your head further and further down.

You were finding a rhythm, settling at a good pace, when large hands pulled at your hips. With Neteyam’s hand gripping your hair so hard, you had no choice but to bend at the waist to stay upright. You rested the full weight of your upper body on his lap, your chest squished up against his thighs.

Behind you, Aonung parted your legs and groaned at the sight of your exposed lips. He brought his hand to your entrance, slipping two fingers into the slick hole. You were already so wet and so stretched from Neteyam’s fingers that he slipped in easily.

You pushed back against his hand at the intrusion, forcing his fingers deeper inside you.

“So fucking greedy,” Aonung chastized.

He pumped his finger for a minute, waiting until you were moaning around Neteyam’s length, and then pulled away. He replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding the thick head through your folds and coating himself in your cum. His head brushed over your swollen clit, and you cried out, eager for him to fuck you already.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, minyu,” He growled deep in his chest, and the sound traveled straight to your pussy, pulsing with need to fucked right then.

After teasing you, making you jerk back to get more of his touch, Aonung finally slid between the slippery folds and into the molten heat of your cunt.

He was big, much bigger than either of the two lovers you’d had before, and he had to work to get the full size of him into you. He rocked in and out, and inch by inch he seated himself deep inside you, his hips pressed tightly to your backside.

He’s girthy; so think that you sure no amount of prep could have made him entering you any easier.

“Oh, fuck, its so fucking hot.” Aonoung grits out.

You think he meant the heat of your core, which is so hot you felt like you were being burned from the inside out. You were so full of him, your lips spread tight around his length and spasming around the stretch.

You tried to pay attention to Neteyam, but the all-consuming fullness of Aonung inside you had your focus divided. Neteyam didn’t seem to mind though. While you were distracted, he used his grip on your thick hair to take full control, maneuvering your head over his cock how he wanted as you melted into his lap.

Aonung didn’t wait long for you to get comfortable, opting instead to pump into you hard and quick. He wasn’t not soft about it, and he pulled at your hips with a bruising grip as he pumped into you.

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t ask for more, you could only take whatever they gave you. A fog had overcome your senses, blocking out the world until your only focus was Aonung and Neteyam, and the tight coiling in the pit of your stomach.

You whimpered around Neteyam’s cock, tears pulling at the corners of your eyes as he essentially fucked your throat without abandon.

“Great Mother,” Neteyam grunted, and you looked up at him through watery eyes. He wasn’t looking at you though, at least not at your face. He was looking behind you, watching Aonung bury himself inside you over and over again. “She’s taking you so well, Ao’.”

“Fucking look at her,” The other man gritted out, his jaw clenched. “Look at her greedy hole gripping my fucking cock. Bet there isn’t a single thought in there,” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust that has you crying out and your vision going blurry around the edges. “Just needed to be fucked stupid, didn’t you, minyu?”

There was nothing you could do but rock back into him and cry around the mouthful of cock that Neteyam had been so gracious to give you.

Aonung angled his hips up, the blunt head of his dick rubbing against the fleshy, textured wall of your channel. You arched your back further, and your hand dug into Neteyam's thigh harder. Watching your reaction, Aonung repeated the same motion, aiming for the same spot repeatedly.

With Neteyam one one side and Aonung on the other, there is nowhere to escape the blazing heat that courses through your body.

Neteyam jerked his hips, and you gagged, your throat constricting around him. Your jaw ached, spread open over him, and tears fell down your reddened cheeks. Above you, Neteyam cried out, and started to push harder against your head, pumping into your mouth.

You watched him through your lashes and held his gaze as you flattened your tongue over the bulging vein on the underside of his length. His thigh tensed under your hand.

“Fuck, Y/n, I’m– Fuck!” You hollowed your cheeks, allowing him to hold you down at the base of his cock. Thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed as much as you could.

You pulled from him, your head spinning as you gasped for much needed air. The last ropes of it landed across your chest, marking your blue skin with white. His body shook, as if the force of his orgasm had affected his whole body. He panted above you, the two of you locked in an intense stare as cum dripped from the corner of your mouth.

With a shuddery breath, he grabbed your chin. “You look beautiful covered in my cum, sevin.” He leaned over, slanting his lips over yours in a desperate kiss.

Aonung had waited for Neteyam to finish, and then began to fuck into you more forcefully. He snapped his hips fast and hard, and it wasn’t long before you were a limp mess, rocking back and forth between their bodies like a toy, holding on to Neteyam to stay standing. Your stomach knotted, wound tightly as you chased the sweet bliss of coming.

Neteyam wiped tears from your face with his thumbs and cooed down at you. “Look at you, all fucked out on his cock. I bet you’re close, huh?” He stroked your head as you nodded desperately.

“S-So close.”

“You’re taking him so good, Y/n.” He praised, and you melted under the sweet words, desperate to please him.

“So good, so good for you.” The words were a jumbled, stuttered mess, but you couldn't string together anything more coherent. “Fuck, so good.” You slurred your words, drunk on him.

Drunk on both of them

“Oh, Aonung, fuck, fuck-” You mewled as your knee gave out beneath you.

Aonung reached around and pulled you up against his chest. The new angle pushed him even deeper, and your body tightened around his member, sucking him in with each thrust.

“You going to cum on my cock, minyu? Want me to fill this pretty pussy?” One of your hands reached behind you, grasping for any sort of support as he pounded into you. He takes one of your breasts in his hand, pinching hard over the peak.

The added pain is just what you needed to finish, and your back arched against him as liquid heat coursed through you, like electricity in your veins. You shook in his arms, your core spasming around his length as wave after wave crashed over you. You clung to him like a vice, crying out his name as he continued to pump into you.

Aonung doesn’t stop for a second; He chased his own release, pounding into you as you came and holding you at the height of your own orgasm in a sweet, delightful kind of torture.

His arms tightened around you, and tears streamed down your face as he completely overwhelmed your senses. His thrusts grew sloppy, and harsh grunts fell from his lips as he rutted into you. He mumbled incoherently against your ear, grunts of “take my cock” and “fucking ours” falling from his mouth in a stream of curses.

Your stomach drew tight, the same heat as before growing impossibly hotter. You were all fucked out, a limp, mewling mess in his arms as he used you to get to that peak, pulling your down onto his cock with each snap of his hips.

Aonung made a sound deep in his chest, some mix of a growl and purr, and then buried himself as deep as he could inside you. A warmth filled your belly as he came inside you, rocking his hips as he worked through his release.

A second, smaller orgasm pulsed through you, and you locked eyes with Neteyam. Gold eyes hold yours as you writhe in Aonung’s arms, mouth parted on a high-pitched whimper as you fall limp against him.

Minutes, or maybe hours later, Aonung pulled himself from your worn out body. Your whole body was loose, any stress or tension completely gone from your addled brain. The world seemed to have a fuzzy tint to it, and you fought the urge to whine at the loss of his body from yours.

He picked you up, placing you gently in Neteyam’s waiting arms. You fought to regain your bearings, to focus on any one thing, but you couldn’t tell how much time had passed. You watched as Aonung stepped out of the hot spring, and this time you did whine, low in the back of your throat.

“Shhh sevin, it’s okay. He’ll be right back.”

Neteyam kissed your cheek, and your forehead, and then your lips, distracting you from Aonung’s retreating form.

Then he began brushing his hands through your hair, carefully detangling the new knots as he went. Through the haze, you heard him mutter something about “messing up your hair,” but the words barely registered.

Neteyam whispered sweet words against your ear as he worked with your hair, and your heart beat slowly began to return to normal, no longer beating out of your chest. The act of him brushing was so soft, so… domestic and sweet, that you almost think you were imaging it.

Aonung returned soon after, having collected flower petals to wash up with. He lathered it in his hands and gently cleaned you. He paid special attention to cleaning the stickiness from the apex of your thighs, but nothing about it was sexual; It was merely a soft way for him to take care of you.

“You did so well, Y/n.” Netayam soothed, kissing your nose softly. “I bet you’re sleepy, sevin.” The continuous brushing of your hair had your eyes falling shut slowly. The deep timber of his voice settled over you like a blanket, luring you into a deep sleep.

Aonung finished up cleaning your body and poured water to wash away the suds. He kissed you gently, softer than you thought he was capable of, and laid back beside you and Neteyam.

He stroked your cheek, smiling at you softly. “I’m so proud of you, Y/n.”

You hummed in content, smiling back as you fought sleep.

“Sleep, minyu. We’ll talk when you wake.” He curled an arm around you and Neteyam, the bigger man holding the two of you in his arms.

As you fell asleep, you realized it was the most at peace you’d felt in a very long time. If this was how it would be, you could definitely get used to letting them take care of you.

#avatar: the way of water #neteyam x reader #implied aonung x neteyam #smut #aonung x reader x neteyam

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