#the immediate response is well let me just throw. a bunch of sex at her

[calmbelly]

Ppl really don’t believe me when I say I’m not sexually interested or motivated

#the immediate response is well let me just throw. a bunch of sex at her #like pls stop

[harrrrrryyyy]

The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 2)

Warning: Smut, Swearing, just pure filth because I have no self-control.

Words: 1,909

Part One

Part Three

It’s been two months since what is now known as the “Harry incident”, according to Allie. She’s tried getting me to go back to the club that Harry works at, but I just couldn’t bring myself to face him again after I left without a word. I’m sure he’s completely forgotten about me though. I was pulling some overtime at the office I work at to get my mind off of a bunch of things when I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I quickly enter my passcode and look at the text from an unknown number.

“Miss me, pretty girl? -H” 

My eyes immediately go wide, how the hell?

“How’d you get my number?” I type back. 

“Your friend Allie’s here, I asked her.”

“Why?” I type.

“We had the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life, and you left without a word. Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?” 

I start to type my response, then my phone rings. It’s Harry. 

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hey pretty girl,” he speaks loudly over the music.

“What do you want, Harry?” I ask.

“Well,” he responds, “if I’m being honest, I want you, y/n.”

My breath hitches, “what do you mean?” 

He chuckles, “I want you in the worst kind of way, spread out over my sheets while I devour that delicious pussy.” 

I’m completely speechless as he continues on, “you’re all I can think about. But what I really don’t understand is why you left without saying anything.” 

I finally found my voice and spoke up, “I figured it was a one time thing, so I didn’t bother.”

He scoffs at my answer, “as if something that was that fucking incredible could ever be a one time thing, pretty girl. I want it all the time, I fucking crave it.”

“Then why don’t you come get it?” I challenge him.

“You know where I’m at, I’ll be waiting for you, babe,” he says and I can just see the smirk on his face as he says it. 

“Alright, be there soon.” I hang up the phone and grab my keys.

***

I make my way through the club, the bass booming all around me. My eyes land on Harry at the bar, laughing with one of the other bartenders. My heart jumps out of my chest at the sight of the beautiful man in front of me. I walk up to him and set my bag down. His eyes finally find me, and he makes his way over to me.

“What can I get for you?” he asks.

“How about some of you?” I ask.

He smirks and grabs my hand, “that can be arranged. My break is in ten minutes, meet me by the bathrooms.”

I throw back a few drinks while I wait for the ten minutes to be up. If I’m going to be doing this again, I’m going to need the courage. I make my way over to the bathroom to see Harry there waiting for me. Once he sees me, he grabs my wrist and leads me into the bathroom and into a stall before I can even say a word. He pushes me up against the stall door and slams his lips against mine. He pushes my dress up my hips and slips my panties to the side. I quickly undo his zipper and push his pants down just enough for his dick to spring out. 

“Missed you so much,” he whispers before he slips himself inside of me. I grip onto his shoulders as he relentlessly slams himself into me. 

“Fuck, Harry, I missed you too,” I say while gripping onto his neck for support. 

He grabs onto my hips as he guides me down onto him, never faltering. 

“Gonna make me cum so quick, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he groans into my ear. He lets me down and turns me around so I’m facing the door. He slips himself back inside of me from behind, smacking my ass as he pushes himself inside. I try to grip onto the stall door as he pushes himself even deeper, making that all too familiar feeling build up in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh my god, Harry, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I scream out. He picks up the pace and leans into me, intertwining our hands together. 

“Me too, baby, fuck,” he moans into my ear as his thrusts grow sloppy. I feel him cum and gasp for air when he finally pulls himself out.

He leans down and whispers into my ear, “that’s just the beginning, you can’t even imagine all of the things I want to do to you tonight.” With that, he exits the bathroom without another world. I catch my breath and adjust myself before exiting the bathroom and heading back out to the dancefloor. I quickly find Allie and walk over to her.

“Oh my god, hey!” she exclaims, “I gave Harry your number, have you seen him?”

I chuckle slightly, “oh, I’ve definitely seen him.” 

She gasps, “you dirty, dirty girl.” 

I laugh with her as we start dancing. 

“So are you two like a thing? Because he’s staring at you like he’s about ready to pounce,” she states.

I looked over to the bar where Harry was, in fact, looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

“I don’t think so, but the sex is fucking amazing,” I tell her.

“I’m here for it, honestly, you two are hot,” she shrugs. 

After a while of dancing, I make my way back over to Harry at the bar. He walks over to me, and hands me a Jaeger bomb.

“Oh, my favorite, how’d you know?” I joke.

“A man just knows,” he says, “and one thing I know for sure is the thought of you walking around this club with my cum dripping down your thigh is turning me on so much right now.” 

My body grows hot from his dirty words, “why don’t you do something about that?”

“Don’t tempt me, I’ll take you over this bar right fucking now,” he growls.

I bite my lip and lean down a bit so he can see my cleavage, “do it.”

His eyes scan me up and down, “you’re such a dirty little slut.”

I quickly knock back my shot and wink at him. 

“Hey, Jared, do you care if I clock out early?” Harry asks.

Jared shrugs, “go ahead, have fun kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Harry laughs as he grabs his coat and leads me out of the club to his car. 

While he’s driving, I get on my knees in the passenger seat, and unbutton Harry’s pants, and pull his dick out. 

“What are you doi-?” I interrupt him by wrapping my mouth around his dick.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, trying to concentrate on the road as I push more and more of him into my mouth. I bob my head up and down at a steady pace.

“Fuuuck, y/n,” he moans. 

He pulls into his apartment complex and turns the ignition off, but I don’t stop, I keep sucking him like my life depends on it.

“Sit on it,” he orders, and I obey. I pull my mouth away with a “plop” and swing my leg over the seat, adjusting on top of him before sinking down onto him. I moan as I don’t give him time to adjust to the sensation. I bounce on top of him while his hips thrust upward to meet mine. 

“Feels so fucking good,” he moans while he wraps his arms around my waste to keep me from moving so he can have complete control. 

“So fucking good to me,” he groans again while he moves his hips up even harder.

He suddenly comes to a stop and looks up at me, “we need to get inside now, I need to taste you.” 

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” I say as I climb off of him and get out of the car. 

He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers as we make our way into the apartment complex and to the elevator. He impatiently taps his foot the whole ride up the elevator, and when the doors finally open, we’re practically running down the hall to his apartment. When we finally enter, he rips my dress over my head and looks my body up and down, admiring me. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he says before placing his lips on mine, “you’re so fucking perfect for me.” 

His words are extremely sweet, and he almost makes me want to believe them.

He lifts me up and carries me bridal style up to his bedroom. He lays me down on his bed and just stares at me, “please don’t leave without saying goodbye again.” 

I furrow my eyebrows, “I won’t, I promise.”

He places his lips on mine and runs his lips all the way down my body until he stops at my panty line. He slowly removes them from my legs and throws them onto the ground. 

“So pretty,” he moans as he dips his head in between my legs and licks away at my clit.

“Fuck! Harry!” I grip onto his hair and tug it slightly. 

He moans against me causing me to jolt forward, “fuck.” He pushes my legs further apart to get more access to my sensitive area. He looks me in the eyes as he continues to lick away at me. There’s nothing more erotic as those beautiful green eyes staring into mine while he’s having his way with me. As soon as I feel my orgasm start to build up, he pulls away and hovers over me, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue.

“You taste amazing,” he says as he kisses me.

I moan at his words and reach down to grab ahold of him through his jeans. I quickly undo them and push them down just enough for his dick to spring free, “give it to me, Harry.” 

He growls and lines himself up, before pushing himself in. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before he’s slamming himself in and out of me. 

“You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?” He asks.

“Fuck, yes, Harry, fuck me like a whore,” I scream out.

He groans and loses control, fucking into me hard and fast, reaching all of the right spots inside of me. I cling onto him for dear life, clawing down his back as his pace grows more and more out of control, making my orgasm rip through me out of nowhere, “fuck Harry, I’m gonna cum! Right there! Please don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t, he picks up the pace until I’m incapable of making out any words while my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

“Baby, need you to cum for me,” I moan.

He looks into my eyes and deepens his thrusts, “I’m gonna cum baby.” I raise my hips to meet him while he rides out his high. He comes to a standstill as he finishes up. He pulls out and lays down next to me, staring into my eyes as we both try to catch our breath.

He finally speaks up, “you’re not leaving without saying a word in the morning.”

I chuckle, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

He smiles as he wraps his arms around me, “good.”

#Harry Styles #harry edward styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

i read the Elsewords chapter and i have to say damn that kiss, that Olivibe, let me tilt you like we're dancing while we're passionately making out, kiss, it was perfect and everything and perfect <3<3<3<3<3 also also i have a question, would you have any hcs for Olivarrisco, these three specifically together?

thank you girl i love making blorbos desire each other carnally

i think barrisco are annoying little shits on their own, but they both individually love fucking with oliver so much already that it's amplified when it's the three of them. together their one goal in life is to make ollie so mad he fucking killts them

unfortunately this can also have the opposite effect; if oliver has a good enough comeback for one of them, the other immediately defects to his side. there is no loyalty in war

i've always thought about ways barrisco could fight with their superpowers at the same time, like cisco riding on barry's back while he's speeding and cisco's out here throwing portals and vibe blasts, and now i am thinking about ways to add oliver to that mix. oliver delivering barry arrows to throw like lightning through cisco's portals? barry tightly holding onto oliver as he fucken jumps off a building into a vibe portal? much possibilities, much to think about...

barry is shit at secret keeping whereas cisco loves to make bad jokes so their oliver-related sexcapades are well known, oliver will destroy both his boyfriends if it's the last thing he does

sadly barrisco knows all of his kinks so they can simply blackmail him. (all jokingly, ofc)

to me barrisco are t4t. they are binary trans men and sometimes gnc. i see oliver as amab- not necessarily cis tho. i think he's somewhere on the non-binary side of things, but doesn't really know it himself, bc, yknow, the fuck is being a man supposed to feel like? he doesn't know the feeling of what he's 'supposed' to be feeling. now, oliver has quite a lot of trans/non-binary women lovers (iris, felicity, sara, kara), but he starts to understand that he doesn't quite feel as manly as one would think he does by being with trans men like barry and cisco. they are so happy to be men, so happy to play with gender roles, giddy at their top surgery scars and laughing in skirts. is that what manhood is? is that what manhood can be? does oliver wish he was trans? is oliver trans?

all that to say, t4t4t ot3 and all of ollie's tranny partners come together to help him figure himself out further after he first accepts that he may not be most definitions of man, thanks to barrisco

once they walked passed a bunch of bees and it triggered cisco's phobia, freezing him in place until the bees had flied flied away. barry and oliver stayed with him the whole time, running their hands through his hair to ground and comfort him silently. after all, since you've read the olivibe fic, you KNOW i think cisco loses speech sometimes if his anxiety and surprise response have enough sex. i i don't know another way to explain what i mean. they're having sex i guess

on the barry side of trigger responses he gets weird during thunder storms. not completely silent or dissociated, just... slow, confused, derealized. if the derealization escalates to complete depersonalization- depends on how long and loud the thunder storm is- he goes into little space. yup, i hc barry as an age regressor! iris is usually his caretaker when he gets like that, live-in partner and all, but that doesn't mean cisco and ollie do nothing. cisco has as many comic books and art supplies as agere!barry could want, and barry adores oliver's cooking no matter his mental age.

meanwhile- oliver does dissociate from time to time. his flavor of ptsd includes flashbacks, intrusive thoughts, depression etc etc. one way his intrusive thoughts love fucking with him is forcing him to imagine what it would be like to snap barry's neck like a twig, stab an arrow into cisco's thigh, dig into felicity back until he cracks the spinal chip that lets her walk. the thoughts scare him a lot, and he's almost more afraid of what his loved ones would think if they saw the things his mind makes him see. he worries they wouldn't feel safe around him- he wonders if they should feel safe around him at all. even tho barrisco can't see into his mind's eye, they can tell when he's having the bad thoughts again, and get extra touchy and all up in his personal space to show him just how much they trust him, just how much they know the thoughts don't actually mean anything. they're not scared of him; he doesn't need to be scared of himself.

i hope u like dez i plan to do something with olivarrisco during multiamory march 2024 so PREPARE!!! 🫡

#frosty answers #arrowverse asks #arrowverse polycule au #arrowverse #cisco ramon #barry allen #oliver queen #olivarrisco #olivarry #olivibe #barrisco #the flash #the flash cw #cw the flash #arrow #arrow cw #cw arrow

[theneondemonx]

MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jk #jjk #jungkook oneshot #jungkook college au #jungkook fuckboy #smut #college au #yoongi #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts college au #fanfic #oneshot #bts x reader #bts

[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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[omgpoorshelby]

Unsuspected Sights

Summary: Jimmy finally decides to tell his crush how he feels, but he finds her a bit... busy

Warnings: smut, masturbation, mutual masturbation, slight femdom themes, unprotected sex, not proof read :/

Jimmy stood outside your caravan, the sun had since set and hardly any people were still out. He contemplated just going to bed, but he had waited long enough and at night was the only time you were alone. Jimmy had been attracted to you ever since he had first seen you. You weren't a freak by any stretch, you were in fact quite beautiful, which is exactly why Elsa kept you around. You'd preform shitty little tarot card readings for kids and men who would toss money at you just for unbuttoning your top and giving them bedroom eyes, much to jimmy's silent dismay. You were incredibly open with your sexuality and seduced men for a living. Jimmy was no exception, except you didn't even have to try with him, his cheeks would flush whenever you looked at him. He had feelings for you and he finally decided to tell you. So he stood outside, still weighing his options. His large hand wrapped around the handle of your caravan door as he pushed it open. It didn't matter if you were busy or asleep, it had to be now, he had waited long enough... However the sight in front of him only further tested him.

You sat with your back pressed against the pillows of your bed. The straps of your nightdress slid down your shoulders and the hem was bunched up above your thighs. Your lips slightly parted, allowing shallow breathes to pass through them while your fingers gently rubbed your clit. Jimmy's eyes nearly popped out of his scull. Nothing on earth could have prepared him for this moment, seeing you touching yourself. He felt his cheeks heat up and his pants tighten almost simultaneously, he nearly passed out from all his blood rushing to two different places so quickly. If that didn't knock the air out of him, then you making eye contact with him certainly did.

"Can I help you with something?" you asked him with a little half smile, unfazed by his presence. He was shocked by how calm you were. You didn't freak out or throw anything at him, you didn't even stop touching yourself. It was as if he wasn't even there. "I um... I'm really sorry, I shoulda knocked," he mumbled out and tried not to look at you, he couldn't help but let a small nervous smile appear on his face. "It's alright, just tell me what you came for," you let out a soft little moan after you spoke, making Jimmy's cock twitch in his tight pants.

"I... well... uhm..." He couldn't help but stare at your cunt as you masturbated in front of him. You followed his gaze to your wet core and scoffed. "Jimmy, I'm a very busy girl. I barely get any time to myself, so you can't possibly expect me to take time away from my own personal activities for you," you told him, your other hand clenching the bedding under you and you switched the direction of your fingers on your clit.

"I-I know, I'm sorry," his words trembled when you let out another moan. "So tell me what you're here for baby." Jimmy sucked in a deep breath, "I like you..?" he admitted, worried for your answer and slightly confused by this whole situation. You just giggled at him, "no kidding! I've been waiting for you to say that, it's damn obvious." He let out a breathy nervous laugh in response, unsure of how to take that.

"You're pretty hard over there, aren't you?" you asked, biting on your bottom lip slightly. "well... yeah," his pink cheeks darkened again as he looked down at the bulge in his pants. "come here, without your clothes," you instructed him, taking your hand off of your cunt to pat the bed in front of you. He was a bit taken back, but he gladly started to strip for you. He made his way over and sat down across from you, relieved his cock was finally free from his unbearably tight pants. he was a decent size to say the least, and already leaking pre cum for you.

"What now, doll?" he asked you eagerly with a soft smirk on his face. "I want you to jerk off for me," you responded, letting your fingers come back to your clit. "Yes ma'am," his big hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock, beginning to pump himself immediately. "Have you ever thought about me while you pleasured yourself, Jimmy?" you hummed while rubbing yourself, shifting closer to him so that he was practically between your thighs. "Every time I do it," He grunted. His sounds turned you on so much, you were practically dripping on your silk sheets.

"I thought about you the whole time I was sitting here playing with myself, I thought about you rubbing little circles into my clit with those hands instead of my own," Your words made his dick twitch in his hand. "God... shit y-y/n," his voice came out thick with lust and need. You flicked your fingers over your sensitive clit faster as you watched him.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he groaned out, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as if his life depended on it. "Stop touching yourself," you ordered him, making him whine and hesitantly pull his hand off of his throbbing cock. Your fingers left your core again, as you leaned back into the pile of pillows and hiked up your nightdress even further. "I want you to fuck me," you smirked at him.

His hurriedly crawled on top of you without a second thought and positioned himself between your thighs. he'd dreamt about doing things like this with you, but he never thought it would happen, and much less tonight. "Should I-" "I'm no virgin Jimmy, go ahead," you interrupted him. He nodded his head before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you. He quickly began thrusting into you, making you moan out underneath him, he could've cum that very second. "F-fuck doll, I ain't gonna last long," Jimmy muttered timidly, in between his own sounds of pleasure. "as long as you don't cum before I do," you breathed out, letting your hands trail down his back.

He continued thrusting at a steady pace, his hands on either side of you as you wrapped your legs around him. "Ah!.. harder, Jimmy!" you moaned. He nodded again and started to pound into you more, making your toes curl. "Good boy," you panted into his ear. He shuddered, but continued to fuck you as he was told. Your hand slid down to his ass, digging your nails into the soft skin and making him groan louder. He thrusted as deep as he could, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your overwhelming orgasm took over your body. As soon as you cried out, Jimmy was hit with his own orgasm, "OH fuck y-y/N!"

He helped you ride out your high before pulling out and carefully falling against your chest, trying to regulate his breathing. "Jimmy?" you called with a satisfied smile on your face. He lifted his head up to look at you. "Yeah, doll?" you kissed him, barely letting him finish talking. "I like you too."

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[in-ky]

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

~~~

"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

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[whumperooni]

Just the two of us

Natsuo Todoroki x Reader

Tags/Warnings: unprotected sex, dubcon, ditzy!virgin!Reader, creampies, manipulation, pseudo incest, big brother/little sister kink, natsuo being a perv

Word count: 7.7k

This was written in response to an anon! It...well, it spiraled out of control so I’m putting this in an actual post. Thank you so much nonny for sending me such a good thirst/prompt!

Reader-chan is aged up!!!!!

It’s not often that Natsuo gets the house to himself. He has a big family- there’s usually someone around to keep him company. Today, though, it’s empty and he’s the only Todoroki on the estate. Fuyumi’s grading papers at a friend’s house. Shoto is training with Deku. Enji is off doing god knows what- Natsuo doesn’t particularly care where his father is. So it’s just him for now. And it’s nice. He’s taken advantage of the solitude and claimed the living room as his own. He’s spread his textbooks and notes all over the floor and brought in a bunch of snacks from the kitchen- some beer and chips and some celery that Fuyumi must have cut up at some point. The tv’s on, but the volume is low so he can concentrate on his work and he’s brought his pillows from his room to make it extra comfy. It’s nice. It’s relaxed. It’s some peace and quiet that Natsuo didn’t realize he needed until he actually received it. Small blessings, he thinks as he munches on some chips and scrawls notes out on a rough draft of an essay. His solitude is only interrupted when the doorbell chimes. Natsuo’s brow raises at the noise and he tilts his head back to look toward the hallway, lets out a soft huff. He doesn’t know who could be visiting- everyone else is still out and about- and he doesn’t remember any of his friends asking to stop by. Maybe it’s a delivery? It’s not that late yet. A hum leaves Natsuo and he stands from he’s been kicked back, wipes his hands on the sides of his sweatpants. He pulls on a discarded hoodie as he goes to answer the door and tugs it on with a yawn right as the bell goes off again. The impatience is a little annoying, but Natsuo manages to keep a frown from his face when he opens the door. Not that it would stay for very long anyway- when he slides the door open he’s greeted by someone that always manages to wipe away his frustration. You smile at him- a finger twirling a lock of your hair- and Natsuo’s heart stops for a moment at the sweet way you chirp out, “Natsuo-nii!” in greeting. Crap, it’s you- sweet, cute, bumbling and adorable you. Shoto’s friend and Natsuo’s shameful lust- a walking, talking fantasy that already has Natsuo swallowing and his self-control slipping. He’s had a thing for you ever since Shoto brought you home for a group study session with some of his other classmates. He’s had a thing for you ever since you started coming over without the other third year UA students accompanying you. He’s had a thing for you ever since you first called him Natsuo-nii in that saccharine voice of yours. You’re his type through and through- cute and clueless and oh so innocent. It’s mean of him to think, but he’s not sure how an airhead like you got into UA- he’s not really even sure how you were the one that managed to claim Shoto’s friendship. It doesn’t matter, really, because you’re here smiling all honey-sweet at him and he’s all too aware that Shoto isn’t- that, for now, the two of you are all alone just like he’s guiltily imagined so many times over these past few months. Natsuo wets his lips and takes a deep breath, offers a smile right back at you. “What’s up?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you looking for Shoto? He’s not here.” You blink and he watches as confusion spreads across your pretty face, as your brows furrow and your lips set into a tiny pout. “He’s not? But he told me that he would be home after training…” Your voice comes out bewildered and cute and Natsuo watches you through his lashes as you dig your phone out of your purse and start to scroll through it. “He’s still training,” Natsuo tells you, eyeing the way your head tilts as you frown at your phone. Temptation pricks at him and Natsuo has to guiltily shove it back before he can give into any bad ideas. “At least, I think he is. I don’t know when he was planning to finish.” “Eh??? But we were gonna watch a movie together,” you pout- voice tilting with a whine that should be more annoying than endearing. Natsuo kind of likes it, the way your voice pitches with your dissatisfaction, and he can’t help wondering how your whines would sound under different circumstances. Like a dream, probably. Natsuo offers you another smile- this one a little apologetic- and he rubs the back of his neck, watches as your hips shift to the side and cause your short skirt to flutter across your thighs. God, he wants to run his hand up them. “Sorry,” Natsuo apologizes to you. “You know how he gets when he’s training- he’s probably gotten caught up in it.” Your lips quirk in disappointment and he watches you sigh- arms folding across your chest and your demeanor wilting as fast as a daisy in a desert. He thinks to say something to you- what he doesn’t know- but then you perk up in an instant and flash him one of your so easily summoned smiles. “It’s not your fault,” you tell him sweetly. “I can wait for him to get back! Oh, if that’s okay, of course. Can I wait for him here, Natsuo-nii? Is that alright?” The temptation he had pushed away comes back with a vengeance and Natsuo has to swallow when several bad ideas flash through his mind. Of course you would ask if you could stay in that adorable voice of yours. Of course you would call him Natsuo-nii and flutter your lashes without thought. Clueless girl- don’t you know how weak he is? Don’t you know the danger of being alone with a grown man with impure impulses? Fuck, he needs to keep it together. He needs to behave. “Natsuo-nii?” Natsuo blinks and he clears his throat, smiles down at you while you look up at him with curious eyes. “Sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. “Yeah, of course you can wait here.” What else is he supposed to say, he reasons. It’s not like he can be rude and deny you, turn you away. Natsuo is a nice guy and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, rebuff someone important to his little brother- that would be a terrible thing to do. He can’t just be impolite. ...right? You light up in an instant at his agreement- beaming up at him and letting out a pleased little noise before beginning to kick off your shoes. Natsuo watches you, knowing deep down that he’s being a fool, and tells himself that he needs to keep it together. He doesn’t think Shoto would appreciate him trying to get handsy with you. (God, he wants to, though) When your shoes are off, Natsuo steps into the hallway and beckons you inside before closing the door and isolating the two of you from the rest of the world. “I was just studying in the living room,” he tells you. “No one else is home so feel free to do what you want.” Your head tilts with surprise- you’ve never been here with only one Todoroki in the house- and Natsuo watches as you hum and rock on your heels. “Can I hang out with you?” you ask, smiling up at him. “It would be weird wanderin’ around by myself.” That’s true. No one would feel comfortable like that, probably. So there’s nothing wrong with Natsuo agreeing to it- nothing sleazy about that at all, definitely not. It’s not wrong when you were the one to suggest it. ...right? Natsuo blinks and he sweeps his gaze over you, takes in your short skirt and candy-sweet smile. He nods and ignores the faint guilt that flits through him as he smiles back at you. “Yeah, of course. C’mon.” Another pleased noise from you and Natsuo has to turn away before his shame and satisfaction can take over his face. His heart pounds a little as he heads back to the living room- your light footsteps following close behind- and Natsuo immediately grabs his beer and downs the rest of it as soon as he plops back down onto the tatami mat. You take the couch and that’s a relief- a disappointment too. ...it’s probably for the best. Natsuo watches as you get comfortable on the couch- a pillow tucked and hugged underneath your chin and your knee high clad legs lazily kicking and stirring in the air as you pull out your phone. Your shirt has rucked up a little from where you’ve scootched to get more comfortable and there’s just a sliver of lace peeking over the waistband of your too short skirt. Natsuo looks away and pulls a pillow over his lap to hide the way he’s beginning to tent his sweatpants. Pervert, he scolds himself. You’re an absolute pervert. (Even with the self-admonishing, though, he’s still so keenly aware of how it’s just you and him in the house, how adoringly you look up to him, and how easy it would be to get you riding his fingers, squirming and mewling underneath him.) Natsuo swallows hard and he reaches for his drink, takes a deep, annoyed breath when he remembers that, oh yeah, he had just smashed the rest of it. He needs another one. “Hey, do you want anything to drink?” he asks. “I gotta grab something from the kitchen.” You blink at him, head tilting, and then you smile sweetly, nod as your dimples flash his way. “Yes, please,” you tell him so very politely. “Just some water.” Natsuo nods and he gathers up his trash, stands up and heads toward the kitchen. He can’t help throwing a look your way as he passes by the couch and it almost KO’s him when he gets a look at cotton white panties peeking between parted thighs. Natsuo swallows hard and he walks to the kitchen stiffly. Think about something else, he tells himself firmly. Think about Fuyumi in her robe and face masks. Think about Shoto coming home covered in slime after a villain attack. Think about dad. Natsuo’s cock wilts as he imagines his family and he leans against the counter, breathes out a huge sigh of relief. Something’s going to end up happening if someone doesn’t come home soon. (He wants something to happen so bad. You probably wouldn’t mind- you’re such a sweet little ditz and he knows he could make you bliss out with pleasure. You’d like it- little darlings like you always end up loving being on your knees, getting your warm holes bred and your mouth filled with big fingers, hard cocks.) Natsuo sighs and he adjusts himself before grabbing another beer, a bottle of water for you. When he steps back in the living room, Natsuo finds you kneeling on the floor and peeking at his notes- face confused but curious as you skim over them. It’s a little cute and it’s an opportunity to get close- something more innocent than his other urges that he can’t help giving into. Natsuo sits down right beside you- thigh brushing against yours- and smiles at you when you look his way, offers you the water you had requested. “Here,” he tells you. He gets a hummed “thank you” in response and he watches through his lashes as you take a sip of water, traces the movement of your throat with his gaze as you swallow it down. He wants to follow that movement with his mouth, trail his tongue up that soft flesh and make you whimper and cling to him. He wants to do so much. “Natsuo-nii, you’re so smart, you know- I can’t understand half of what your notes say!” Of course charming, simple you can’t understand his notes. It’s adorable that you try, though. Natsuo smiles at the compliment, ego shamefully stroked, and he rubs the back of his neck whenever you smile back. “Thanks,” he says with a little laugh. “But it’s hard for me too- all that jargon makes my brain turn to mush after a while.” You nod sympathetically and Natsuo has to bite his tongue so he doesn’t breathe in sharp whenever your hand reaches out and pats his knee. “You should take a break when that happens,” you advise, voice and face solemn. It’s funny to see you serious, like you’re telling him something that he doesn’t already know- like a little kid instructing their older brother on basic things everyone else already has a grasp on. “Mmm, yeah,” Natsuo agrees, still smiling. Your hand hasn’t moved from his knee; he wants to drag it up higher. “I probably should.” You nod again, face still solemn, and Natsuo wets his lips as an idea pushes past the weak hold he has on his self-control. ...there’s nothing wrong with watching a movie together, he reasons. It’s just a movie- that’s it. It’s completely innocent. You’ve watched movies with her before- this isn’t any different. (Except that the two of you are all alone and movies with two people wrapped up in solitude tend to lead to more salacious activities.) Natsuo licks his lips and he offers you an easy grin, sinks further into temptation. “I could use a break actually,” he tells you. “You wanna watch something with me?” Your eyes light up and crinkle as you smile- enthusiasm radiating from you like an easily pleased child. He almost kisses you then, but he holds back and reaches for the remote instead. “Here,” he offers, “pick something out.” A happy little noise leaves you and that has Natsuo fond, smiling. He moves to get more comfortable and leans his back against the couch, watches as you flip through the channels with a concentrated look on your cute, cute face. An idea strikes him when he sees you squirming to get more comfortable- a bad idea that he absolutely should not give into. An idea that he absolutely gives into. It wouldn’t be that bad, he tells himself. She’s so physical anyways- it’s not like she hasn’t done that before and it’s not like you’re going to actually do anything. Natsuo watches you and then he reaches out, pulls you back without warning to rest between his legs- your back to his chest and his thighs bracketing your body. You tilt your head back to look at him- wide eyed and surprised- and Natsuo just shrugs, grabs a blanket to drape over his shoulders. “This is more comfortable,” he explains as if that can dismiss any of the improper closeness. “And I’m cold.” A lie, but you take it with a smile and a giggle. There’s a noise of something like contentment that leaves you and Natsuo breathes in deep when you wiggle closer against him, when you let out a happy sigh. “Sho-chan never wants to cuddle,” you complain as you snuggle in close. “This is nice.” Hell yeah it is. Natsuo hums and he hesitates for only a moment before chancing wrapping his arms around your waist. The smile you flash up at him gets Natsuo dangerously close to grabbing your chin and kissing you breathless, but he’s able to clumsily grasp his slipping self-control and only gives you a smile in return. Soon enough, you find an old movie to watch and your focus goes to that. Vampires and magic capture your attention fully, but Natsuo ignores it to focus on you instead- soft, pretty, cute you snuggled up against him and radiating nothing but warmth and trust. With you so close he can smell your perfume- a scent of vanilla and peaches that makes his mouth water, a scent that further cements your innocence in his eyes and just makes him want to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathe you in and kiss along your throat until all you can do is moan. Natsuo holds you a little tighter without even realizing and he buries his face in your hair, closes his eyes. He only becomes aware of the action when you let out a curious noise and he has to hold back a groan, mentally scold himself for giving into all his desires without even pretending to put on a fight for the illusion of morality. What’s the point of trying to pretend he’s better than this, though? He’s already gotten off to you before. He’s jerked himself to the thought of you on your knees and your pretty face so innocent as you ask “Natsuo-nii, what’s a blowjob?” He’s cum to the image of you sat in his lap- pleading so sweetly for him to teach you things you’ve been so curious about. He’s fucked his fist to the thought of stuffing your cunny with his cock and making you squeal his name- short skirt flipped up and your soft tits bouncing with each snap of his hips. He’s already thoroughly ruined you in his mind; he’s already came to the thought of losing the grip on his self-control and fucking you speechless. It’s not like he can lie to himself when he’s already spilled his seed over his fist so many times to the thought of you. He knows he’s not better than his impulses and fantasies. And he knows, maybe, that this could be something that’s just meant to happen. Hell, better him than any of the little horny fuckers you call classmates. Natsuo hums and he noses at your hair, skims his fingers along your stomach. “You smell really nice,” he murmurs. “Makes me...hungry.” You giggle a little, dumb and clueless, and you stay still in his hold- not moving even when his hands run down your sides and fall to the tops of your thighs. You don’t seem to mind when he noses down the side of your head and hooks his chin over your shoulder and Natsuo’s lashes lower at the content smile on your face. “You smell nice too, Natsuo-nii,” you chirp, complimenting him in return. Natsuo hums and allows his fingers to trace along your thighs- fingers dipping just over the top to glance along the soft insides. You blink at that, lashes fluttering, and Natsuo doesn’t bother stopping even when you tilt your head his way. You’re not blushing- you just look curious and a little clueless like the naive airhead you are. Even when his hands replace his fingers and his palms cup the insides of your thighs, all you do is smile like the perfect little ditz that you are and lean back further into his chest. Natsuo hums and he accepts your non-reactions as consent, feels the last few threads of his self-control begin to snap and fray. “You’re really cute too, you know,” he murmurs- squeezing your thighs ever so lightly. “Bet all the boys are chasin’ after you.” You do blush a bit this time- pink dusting over your cheeks and your head moving in a tiny little shake. “No?” Natsuo asks, brow raising. “Don’t tell me you don’t have a boyfriend- you’re much too pretty to be single.” Your flush flares oh so sweetly and it’s hard for him not to dig his fingers deep into your thighs, run his hand up high. The “Natsuo-nii” that you half squeak, half whine at the compliment is nothing short of adorable and, really, he’s lucky you’re angled in your lean against his chest, that you can’t feel his hardness against your back. “Come on,” he coaxes- all friendly and teasing like a “big brother” should be. “You can tell me.” You squirm a little and it causes his hands to slide closer to the hem of your skirt, makes his heart beat a little faster. The shy bite to your lip has Natsuo hungry for you and he almost bites his own in want. “I- I don’t have a boyfriend,” you mumble, face turning just a bit like you’re trying to hide a little. “I’ve never...I’ve never had a boyfriend.” Fuck you’re such a sweet, untouched thing. Natsuo swallows a groan and he flexes his fingers against your thighs, tries his best not to just grab onto you. “That’s a shame,” he tells you, voice dipping low. “Cute thing like you should be appreciated and adored.” The pink on your cheeks flare into a darling red and Natsuo feels his lips twitch with a touch of amusement whenever a shy, pleased smile flickers across your face. He’s not really used to you being bashful, but he likes it- likes it a lot, actually. “No boyfriend at all?” he presses with a murmur. “You’ve at least gotten a kiss before, right?” He is, admittedly, disappointed whenever you give a small nod. He is not disappointed, however, when the muscles in your thighs flex and your legs spread just a tiny bit wider, when you only blink whenever his hands dare to smooth down right to the very hem of your skirt. “Kind of?” you tell him- voice uncertain and flush lingering. “Um, Kacchan kissed me on the last school trip but that was only ‘cause Kaminari dared him to.” Your shyness peaks a little, voice growing softer with each word and Natsuo wets his lips when you continue with, “It- It was just a peck. Not a real kiss.” Any disappointment he had fades away and Natsuo leans over you a little bit, cages you more against him and tries not to grin. Careful, a voice whispers in the back of his mind. You don’t want to scare her away. Natsuo hums and he strokes his fingers along your soft thighs, enjoys the small squirm from you that it brings. You still don’t pull away and, god, he’s so certain now that you’d let him do almost anything. “Sounds like a kiss to me,” he muses. “What do you mean by a real kiss?” You squirm more and, god, now his hands are just underneath your skirt. He’s not sure if you notice. He’s not sure if he cares anymore. “Like, um,” you say, a little dumb but still so sweet, “like with tongues and stuff…” You sound like a kid- naive and innocent and without any real knowledge of kisses and intimacy. Maybe it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does but, god, it makes him feel predatory and hungry. “With tongues and stuff?” he asks- unable to help a little tease. You pout at him, but there’s a smile quirking up on the corners of your lips despite your petulance at being teased and, god, he’s really too weak to hold back anymore. “So you mean,” he murmurs and reaches a hand to cup your face, “something like this.” Before you can react, Natsuo leans down and presses his lips against yours. A surprised noise leaves you at the sudden kiss, but it’s nothing that Natsuo hears- his ears are full with the sound of his blood rushing and his heart pounding hard and fast. You don’t pull away from him. You don’t shove him or try to squirm away. You let yourself be kissed and you flush beneath his hand- startled and confused but unoffended by your best friend’s big brother molding his lips against your. It’s only when he traces your bottom lip with his tongue that you react more than being a passive little doll- you gasp, softly, and press forward just a bit against him, let something close to a whimper crawl from your throat. Natsuo’s free hand finds your other cheek then and he slips his tongue between parted lips, lets it brush against yours and swallows a groan when you instinctively start to kiss back. Such a good girl. Your lips are so soft- cherry flavored and sweet. The wavering, whimpering, unsure noises that you make has his mind reeling with greed and need and, honestly, he could kiss you for hours on end. He wants to do so much more, though. He needs to do so much more. Natsuo hums into the kiss and moves a hand down to the middle of your back, pushes you even closer. The way you tremble underneath his hand is so cute, but it’s even cuter when you curl your fingers against his chest, look up at him with half-shut eyes and flushed cheeks whenever he breaks the kiss. Natsuo smiles down at you- boyish and friendly- and he revels in the way you press your face against his palm, how you let out a wanting- if confused and flustered- sound. “Sorry,” he apologizes, not meaning it at all. “You’re just so cute, you know- I couldn’t help myself.” Your blush flares from sakura pink to rose red and Natsuo takes pleasure in the way you squirm shyly, grip onto the fabric of his hoodie. The “Natsuo-nii” you mumble out is soft and bashful, far from the whine he had expected. He likes it, though, and enjoys the sheer haze pulled over your eyes, the nearly dazed look that plays across your face. “Did you like it?” he asks, smoothing his hand from your cheek to your chin and pressing his thumb against the plush flesh of your bottom lip. Your mouth opens automatically, unthinkingly, and it takes all of his weathered down self-control not to slip his fingers inside that wet, warm hole. “Was it real enough for you?” A soft noise and a hitch of your breath, lashes fluttering with some stray embarrassment. This time the “Natsuo-nii” you mumble is trailed after by a small whine and Natsuo hums at it, strokes his thumb along your bottom lip. He doesn’t bother trying to coax you more- your compliance and the way you're still pressed against him is enough consent for him to capture your lips in another kiss, to slip his tongue inside your soft mouth and muffle the whine that sounds from you. Natsuo kisses you hotly, deeply, wetly. He pours all his pent-up hunger into it and lets his self-control slip away completely, groans into your mouth and pulls you into his lap. You let yourself be manhandled like the dumb, docile, good girl you are and Natsuo grips your hips once you’re seated pretty on his lap, groans again whenever he feels your little mound brush against his hard cock. The gasp that you let out whenever he pushes your hips forward and back to hump against him almost has him snarling- something primitive and rough in the back of his mind getting off on the innocent, pure surprise you radiate as your clothed cunny is made to grind against his dick. You whimper, hips moving on their own, and Natsuo breaks the kiss to tangle fingers in your hair, watch you through half-shut eyes as something like wonder flickers over your flushed face. “I- feels good, Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, head dropping to watch as your hips rock against him. “I don’t- why does it…” A mewl leaves you as you trail off and Natsuo places his hand to your neck, makes your head tilt back so he can nose against the soft flesh of your throat. You shudder whenever he kisses you there and Natsuo hums deeply in satisfaction, licks a little stripe and makes you moan so, so, so quietly. “Feels good because you’re grindin’ against my cock,” Natsuo hums out. “Feels good ‘cause your pussy is excited for it.” Your gasp this time is almost scandalized- cheeks flaring in shock at his words and the way your pussy is starting to throb with a slow, honeyed pulse. Natsuo can’t help his amused grin against your neck and he takes pleasure in the way you whimper whenever he rocks his hips to meet yours. You’re so warm even if he’s done so little- clothed cunny radiating heat as it glides over his hard-on. He desperately wants to feel your warmth with his fingers, slide a digit along your surely wet slit and make you fuck yourself on his fingers until you’re leaking and glazed over. Another gasp as you hump against him and Natsuo places a wet, hot kiss to your throat, breathes in deep whenever your hands grip onto his shoulders. “Sit up on your knees, baby,” he orders in a murmur, pulling his head back to take in the glory of your carmine cheeks and parted, trembling lips. You lashes flutter with the command, some disappointment and reluctance flashing across your already fuzzy face. You obey him, though, and Natsuo’s eyes fall half-shut whenever your hands grip his shoulders tighter, when you do what he says without any thought or protest. Such a good girl. When his hands grip your thighs and push them further apart, a confused noise sounds from you. Another follows whenever your skirt gets flipped over your hips, but the sound you make whenever his hand rubs over your cunny is flustered and surprised- a gasp that morphs into a whimper when the heel of his palm grinds down against your clit. The oh so soft whine of “Natsuo-nii” you let out has Natsuo groaning and he grinds his palm harder against you, narrows his eyes in pleasure whenever your hips buck against his hand. “Call me nii-chan,” he orders, voice low with a growl that wants to sound. “Call me big brother.” You whine again and it’s so loud this time, so needy as your back arches and you grind like a well-experienced slut against his palm. “Nii...nii-chan…” Natsuo closes his eyes at the whimper and he smooths his free hand over his dick- grinds up against his palm in a mirrored movement of your own needy little undulations. “Good girl,” he breathes out. “So good for me.” Another whimper and Natsuo hooks his fingers underneath your panties, tugs them to the side. You squeal a little at that, hips moving in a surprised shake, but you’re quick to gasp and settle whenever he glides a finger up your slit, rubs against your clit. “Nii- nii-chan! Feels- it feels good!” Of course it does- he doubts you’ve felt this sort of pleasure before, that you can even comprehend and keep up with the way your body is building and chasing after an orgasm. He’s going to give you your first cum and, fuck, that��s hot- that’s so hot. Natsuo hums and strokes his finger over your clit, circles it with just the tip of the digit and watches with a half-smile as you gasp and start falling apart so sweetly at his touch. You’re warm- just like he had imagined- and Natsuo breathes in deep as he feels his cock twitch at the thought of sinking into your plush heat, stirring up those hot insides. You shake as he teases the wet hole of your pussy and Natsuo realizes that he wants you to come for the very first time on his cock. With a lick of his lips, Natsuo pulls his hand away from you. Disappointment, petulance cross across your pretty, hazy face and Natsuo huffs fondly at the quick panic of desperation that rises in your eyes, the way you let out a needy whine. He pushes you back from him and down onto your laying on the floor and underneath him- legs sprawled and skirt flipped up, panties slicked to the side to show off your wet, swollen cunny. You whimper as he looks over you hungrily and Natsuo is quick to kiss your confusion and embarrassment away. Your kisses are so frantic- clumsy and overwhelmed and needy as your hands cling to his hoodie, scrabble along his back. He adores your inexperienced attempts at kissing him back, but he loves the way your back arches whenever he slots himself between your thighs and grinds down against you. Natsuo swallows and smothers the moan that you let out whenever his hands push up your shirt and squeeze your soft breasts. He breaks from the kiss, though, to hear your mewls and cute little squeals when he teases your nipples. The way you grip his hair whenever he sucks one of those flushed peaks into his mouth almost makes him lose his mind and Natsuo groans into your soft skin, snaps his hips into a hard grind against your soaked pussy. “Natsuo- onii-chan, feels- it feels-” Feels so good, right? A whine leaves you and you interrupt your own babbling, whimper into his mouth whenever he surges up and crushes his hungry lips against yours. You don’t notice whenever he reaches a hand to push his sweatpants down and out of the way and Natsuo groans whenever his dick slides against your wet cunt. The panicked noise that leaves you doesn’t deter him at all- nor does the way you squirm in uncertainty underneath him. He only pulls his face back from the kiss to look over you when you whimper and he smiles at you sweetly- nice and friendly and so, so warm. The way his face softens helps you to relax a little, but nervousness still claims your expression- eyes wide and teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as you tremble underneath him. “Nii- nii-chan, I’m...I can’t...I’m…’m a virgin.” Your embarrassed, anxious mutter only makes him that much harder. Natsuo’s face softens more even as his lust rises- smile nearly beatific, cock aching- and he hums as his hands reach to cup your face- arms hooking your thighs over the crooks of his elbows and pressing them close to your chest. He kisses your forehead and it’s chaste enough to make you nearly melt, flusters you even more with how it juxtaposes against his hard cock laying against your pussy. “That’s okay,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and then your lips. “I’ll be gentle.” “W- wait-!” Another kiss to your forehead and Natsuo cants his hips back and then pushes them forward, sinks into your virgin, wet cunt. You clench down around him immediately- a sob tearing from your lips as your tight, tight insides are forced to stretch open to accommodate his dick. It’s hot in you- honeyed and so fucking sweet, syrupy. Natsuo moans as he slowly fills you inch by aching inch- mind hazing over and face burying into the crook over your neck as your plush insides flutter and squeeze around him oh so desperately. He nuzzles you whenever he hears you sniffle and whimper and lifts his head to smile at you- face drunken with bliss and smile so serene as he cups your cheek, grinds into your tight little cunny. “Shh, baby,” he croons, fingers brushing a stray tear from your cheek and comforting you as your face contorts with pain. “Onii-chan’s got you. You’re okay.” It’s horrible, but he gets that much harder whenever you sniffle and whimper, press into his touch in search of consolation. He doesn’t feel bad about it, though- can’t feel bad about it whenever your molten, heady insides squeeze around him in accompaniment to the onii-chan you mumble out. Natsuo hums, satisfied and smiling, and he kisses you sweetly, smiles a bit bigger when he pulls his head back to take in your trembling, pouting lips and wet lashes. Such an innocent little thing. So adorable. Natsuo grinds his hips against you and watches as you squirm underneath him, groans at the hiccuping little sob that sounds from you whenever he rolls his hips back and rocks them forward so he can fill you fully once more. “So tight,” he murmurs as he rolls his hips and sinks into your heat slowly. “So wet. You’re such a good girl.” A soft noise makes its way from your throat and Natsuo revels in how your cunny flutters around his cock, how your body relaxes ever so slightly with the praise. The “nii-san” you sniffle out is sulky- like a kid pouting after scraping their knee- but it’s sweet too- soft and whiny and hot. “Mmm,” Natsuo hums, nuzzling against your cheek, “gonna make you feel so good, I promise.” Another soft noise and then a mewl, your head tilting back and fingers curling into your palms as Natsuo begins to fuck you slowly. He takes the opportunity to latch his lips onto your throat and groans as he starts to suck a dark little bruise, slides his hands up your arms and laces his fingers through yours as you gasp and moan, clench around him. Fuck you feel so good- silken and sweet, scorching with your honeyed heat. You could make a man lose his mind- you are making Natsuo lose his mind. He could stay buried in your pussy forever. Natsuo groans against your throat and snaps his hips against you harder, fucks your pulpy, mushy, perfect insides faster. You gasp and whimper at it, but your cunny clenches around him eagerly- hot insides gripping at his cock likes they’re trying to keep him from pulling out, like they’re trying to suck him in even deeper. “Nii- nii-chan...nii-chan, please- I- feels good…” Look at you- gone from sniffling to begging in just a second. He knew you’d be such a good little girl for him, that a darling like you was made to be fucked. Natsuo hums- low and satisfied- and he noses up your neck and along your jawline, catches the lobe of your ear between his teeth as he fucks you faster. He almost doesn’t want to come- you feel that good around him. He wants to live in this moment forever- this perfect slice of heaven with you moaning and squeezing around his cock, gasping and gripping his hands tight as pleasure starts to build and overwhelm your simple little mind. He doesn’t want to come but, fuck, how can he not? No one could resist your whines and your whimpers, the clench of your pussy. No one could hold back with you mewling “onii-chan, please- more!” No one could keep in control with you panting and unraveling- confused over so much pleasure but so eager for it, so greedy as your mind blanks and all you can do is focus on the feeling of your cunny being fucked and filled by a hard, hard cock. Natsuo grits his teeth as you squeeze around him frantically, struggles to hold back as you whine and look up at him with almost panicked eyes. “Nii- nii-san, feels- feels-” You can’t finish the sentence, can’t even begin to string words together. The way your voice pitches with need and distress has Natsuo’s cheeks flushing as he fucks into your wet, squelching pussy and he groans as you whine, throb around him. “S’okay,” he assures you- drunk on the feeling of your pussy and almost dizzy from your cute, overwhelmed need. “You’re just gonna come, baby. It’s fine; you can do it. Fuck- come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” You sob and your body tries to arch, tenses as you clamp around him tight, tight, tight. He cries out as you begin to come and he fucks into you without thought- primal and frenzied and rough as you cry out his name and dig your nails into the back of his hands, pant and shake and fall apart into a whimpering mess underneath. Natsuo fucks into your pulsing, coming, creaming pussy once, twice, three times and then he trips after you into pleasure- moaning and grinding his hips tight against yours as he fills your cunny with hot, wet, sticky cum. You come again from that like a good girl- pussy fluttering and a sweet mewl slipping from your lips as one orgasm passes into the next- and Natsuo trembles from the overstimulation of your greedy little cunny, groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck as he humps into your cum coated insides. “Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he breathes out- hot and sated and almost lightheaded as you pulse around him sweetly. “So good for me.” A whimper, a mewl. He lifts his head whenever you mumble out a sleepy “onii-chan” and smiles to himself at the dumb, blissed out look on your face, the flush on your cheeks and the soft noise that leaves you whenever he presses a kiss to your lips. “See?” he murmurs to you. “Told you nii-san would take care of you.” Another soft noise- this one nearly thoughtful as you give a tiny little nod. Natsuo hums his satisfaction and kisses you again- slips his tongue into your wet, yielding mouth and coaxes a tired moan from you. He could fuck you again- he’s sure you want him to fuck you again- but he knows that his time is running short, that he doesn’t have enough left to fuck you even more stupid and sweet. Next time though… Anticipation and satisfaction twine through Natsuo’s chest and he grins to himself, runs a hand along your side and kisses you chastely as he slowly, reluctantly slips out from your honeyed insides. The disappointed whine that you let out almost has him sliding back in, but Natsuo steadies himself and slowly backs off of you, strokes his cock as he eyes your leaking cunny oozing out his fat load and then tucks himself away. You don’t move- eyes heavy and cheeks rosy, chest moving with soft little pants as you try to catch your breath. You look like a dream like that- beautiful and tempting; a fucked out doll beckoning even more pleasure. Natsuo licks his lips as his gaze travels over you and he takes a deep, deep breath to try to bolster his self-control, reaches and fixes your panties so your weeping pussy is hidden from sight. “You okay?” Natsuo asks- voice soft and sweet and full of care. A quiet little noise leaves you and he has to hide a smile whenever you sit up- arms trembling and eyes blinking slowly, stupidly before you rub at them with a fist. “I’m...I’m okay,” you mumble- voice faint, drunk with sated pleasure. “Felt...felt good, nii-chan. Was so warm…” Natsuo hums and he smiles as you yawn, looks over you in satisfaction. You blink whenever he touches your face and he can see you practically melt as he pets your flushed cheek. So sweet. Such a good girl. “Why don’t you take a nap in Shoto’s room?” he suggests. “Just until he gets home.” You hum, face turning to nuzzle into his palm, and he takes that as compliance. Natsuo hesitates before sending you off, though, and licks his lips nervously as a bit of panic peeks up through his satiation. “Hey,” he says, voice just a bit louder to grab your attention. You blink over at him, face still so drowsy and sweet, and Natsuo takes a deep breath. “Don’t tell anyone about this,” he tells you- firm but trying to sound like the nice Natsuo-nii that you’ve always adored. Confusion blossoms over your cute little face and Natsuo swallows as you frown, as your brows furrow in puzzlement. “Why not?” you ask so very innocently. It’s cute, but he can’t quite appreciate it while nerves are jittering under his skin. “Because...because they might get jealous,” he lies- though that could be true as well. “And you might get in trouble with your sensei and your parents if they find out.” Your sleepy eyes widen a little at the thought of getting into trouble and Natsuo watches your frown grow, uneasiness creep over your frame. “I- I don’t wanna get in trouble,” you mumble, lip bitten and voice distressed. “I...I don’t want that.” Natsuo nods, relieved by your reaction, and he pets your cheek as you begin to fret over imagined scolding. “You won’t get in trouble if know one knows,” he reassures you. “You just can’t tell anyone, okay?” You squirm, still nervous and frowning, but you nod just the same, curl your fingers into your skirt. “I won’t tell anyone,” you swear, voice almost eager in its sincerity. “I promise!” Natsuo smiles at you and he feels you relax underneath his hand as he nods. “That’s a good girl,” he tells you and pats your cheek. You blink when he leans closer to you and Natsuo takes one last, stolen second to press his lips to yours. “Don’t tell anyone. And...and maybe some other day we can do this again- if you keep your promise, that is.” Your eyes widen at the thought and something wicked and pleased purrs in Natsuo’s chest when you flush and nod shyly, squirm in front of him like an eager little thing. He stands and he offers you a hand, helps you up from the floor. There’s one last pleased noise that leaves you whenever he graces the top of your head with a kiss and Natsuo hums before lightly swatting your tush and nudging you toward the hallway. “Go rest. And remember not to say anything to my brother.” You nod- cheeks flushed and the motion solemn- and Natsuo watches with a satisfied smile as you scamper toward Shoto’s room- legs wobbling and just a little splayed. Well. That was something. Natsuo’s smile twitches into a grin and he sighs in contentment as he flops down onto the couch, closes his eyes and thanks the gods for letting him indulge in such a forbidden temptation, for having you react like such a sweet, perfect little darling for him. Natsuo hardens a bit as he savors the memory of your honeyed insides and he hums as he reaches a hand to smooth over his cock, grins contentedly as his mind flashes through all the other things he needs to introduce you to. Maybe next time he’ll teach you how to swallow him down, suckle around his cock. Maybe he’ll have you wrap your soft hand around him, show you how he likes to be stroked. Maybe he’ll have you ride him until you’re exhausted and unable to move, helpless and easily flipped over to be fucked and filled again and again and again. There are so many things to look forward to. Natsuo smiles to himself and he quietly starts to plot how he can get the house to himself again, how he can coax your sweet, bumbling self into his bed.

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[havin-a-wee]

Rule Of Three

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pairing: harry styles x reader x niall horan

warnings: porn without plot, MMF threesome, oral (female and male recieving)

word count: 1.3k

i just put this together so here you go!

“God I want you so bad,” Harry moaned as he attached his lip to your neck.

You’re up against the door in Harry’s room in the chapter house. Niall is on the other side of the room, pulling the wooden chair from under Harry’s desk.

The night started as usual, with you and Cora getting dolled up and going to the party that the Sigma Chi frat was throwing. The party was to celebrate the end of the school year, and Harry and Niall had decided that you were their reward. As soon as you waltzed in with your skimpy little dress they couldn’t wait to get their hands on you, and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t wear the dress with them in mind.

Finally, about an hour into the party you managed to get them into a room alone, and that is how you made your way into Harry’s room.

“Been thinkin’ about this f’so long, y’know that? Wanted yeh f’so long.” Harry groans send vibrations through your ear and you let out a soft moan in response.

“H, bring her over ‘ere.”

Niall’s voice came from a few feet away, and you looked over Harry’s shoulder to see him standing behind the desk chair he had just pulled out, and Harry yanks you off the door with his hands around your waist. In a haste, he sits you down on the rickety old chair. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but nothing that would negate the pleasure you knew you were about to receive.

“Need to get a taste o’her,” Niall mumbled out, and Harry looked up from his stare on your thighs to give him a small nod. Silently, they both shifted positions, with Niall now kneeling between your thighs and Harry standing behind you.

You lifted your hips up to allow for Niall to push your dress up, giving him a clear view of your soaked lace panties. “Wore these jus’ f’us did ya’?”

“For you,” you breathed out, your lungs straining to swallow some air in between your whines and mewls.

“Such a dirty girl, jus’ a little whore like the rest of em.” Harry’s degrading words cause shivers to wrack down your back, his hot breath hitting your neck as he spoke into your ear. Niall’s hand cups your core and you bucked your center into his large hand, making him chuckle.

“So desperate for it hmm? Y’would just do anything t’get us isn’t that right?”

“Tha-that’s right,” you squealed, your voice raising an octave because of Niall’s thumb pressing against your clit through your panties.

“Sorry sweetheart, don’t know who yeh talking to.” Niall was taunting you, his fingers ghosting across the fabric that separates him and the place you needed him most.

“Sorry sir.”

“Thas’ better, now y’gonna let Niall put his mouth on ya?” Harry had leaned back down to your ear, his hands having made their way to cup your breasts. All you could muster in response was a nod, but that was enough for Niall, who pushed your panties to the side and licked a bold stripe up your folds.

“Fuck!” Your shouts were in response to the contact, your body savoring the friction that it had been aching for. Niall immediately dug in, his tongue dipping into your sopping hole and swiping up the arousal that had been building up.

Harry’s hands tugged at the hem of your dress, which was now bunched up around your waist. You managed to lift your shaky arms above your head, and he slips the soft dress off of your your body in one motion. You heard the soft thump of your dress hitting the floor, and Harry’s now free hands went to toy with the soft flesh of your tits that was spilling over the top of your bra.

Niall's tongue caressed your walls with force, curling in and out of your at a rapid pace. He tilted his head further into you, his nose bumping against your sensitive button.

“Look at you, so needy f’Niall’s tongue hmm?”

“Yes -- yes, so good.” You felt Harry smile against your collarbone, his face buried there sucking deep bruises along your neck. He had unclasped your bra, and was now tweaking your peaked nipples with his soft hands. The cold surface of his rings dug into your breasts, sending goosebumps down your spine.

Niall removed his tongue from your pussy, and you sighed in disappointment. That feeling didn’t last though, because he soon moved his attack to your clit, sucking and nibbling on the puffy spot.

After a few more minutes of Harry playing with your breasts and Niall lapping at your cunt, they ceased their actions simoltaniously.

“Wha-” You sat up from your position, still on the chair but now looking around to see the two boys smiling at each other.

“As much as we would like’teh keep playin’ with our little toy, think we’d rather watch yeh’ take our cocks like the good little cumslut y’are.” Niall stood up from his knees, his tongue licking up your juices from his chin while he spoke.

“Hands n’knees, bed, now.” Without taking a second glance at Harry, you followed his commands, climbing onto the queen sized bed and positioning yourself like he asked.

Within moments, Harry’s large hands were playing with the warm skin on your ass. He landed a stinging swat on your left cheek, and you yelped. “Bet yeh just love gettin’ hit like tha”

You bit your lip and gave him a hum of confirmation. You would’ve asked for more spanks but your attention was taken by Niall getting on the bed in front of you, boxers nowhere to be seen. He was big, and there was already precome dripping off of his tip.

“Gonna take us at the same time little girl?” Niall’s voice oozed with lust, and you couldn’t wait for him to fill up your mouth and Harry to fill up your pussy.

“Yes sir!”

Your eyes were locked on your prize, tongue sticking out and drooling with saliva. Without a warning, Harry pushed himself into your weeping pussy and Niall brought his cock to your waiting mouth. You sucked eagerly, focusing your attention on Niall’s cock to distract you from the slight sting that Harry’s condom-covered cock had caused.

Luckily, you adjusted quickly, and your muffled command to “move” had him drawing himself out of you and slamming back in. You groaned, and Niall groaned right after, the vibrations from your throat pleasuring him as well.

You swirl your tongue around Niall’s tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as hard as you can.

It was a lot to take in, Harry ramming himself into you while Niall began to face fuck you. But you can handle it, tears rimming your eyes while you gagged. The room smelled of pure sex, the dirty sounds of Harry’s hips colliding with your ass like music to your ears.

You could barely hear the small phrases of praise and name-calling that Harry and Niall were mumbling. The feelings that were overwhelming your body were sending you into another headspace.

“Such a little cumslut.”

You finally were able to make out something that they were saying, and the words sent shockwaves to your core. You felt like you were going to burst, but you needed permission before letting your orgasm go.

When Niall pulled you off of him, you took the opportunity to speak.

“Gonna come..”

Your voice was hoarse, raw from Niall’s cock ramming into your throat. “Go on then, come f’us little girl.” While you couldn’t see Harry’s face, you knew he was arrogantly smirking. With one more thrust, you were gone, your orgasm rolling over your body, making your knees weak. Niall placed himself back in your mouth, and they both thrusted in sync a few more times before reaching their release.

Nialls cum filled your mouth, and you swallowed with a smile, even going as far as to open your mouth to show him you had swallowed all of him. Harry released into the rubber barrier, stilling inside of you while he worked himself down from his release.

Both of them pulled out at different times, and you collapsed on the bed, exhausted from the night's endeavors .

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[jinkicake]

You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call them daddy in front of the team.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Anon, this might be a tad bit ooc in some parts.... Sometimes I picture the different ways these characters act when they aren’t seen and I like to write it like that LOL You know experiment and shit,,, Also I feel like I’m the only bitch who likes Nohebi HAHAH 

SMUT // NSFW 

WC- 2,213

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Akaashi Keiji

First let me say, wow Akaashi is so pretty and done.

I feel like if you accidentally call him daddy in front of the team it’ll be such a big mess 

All the third years, except Bokuto, are going to be silent, while their captain is like ‘yo toss for me’ like the whole ‘daddy’ thing would go over Bokuto’s head. Sweet Bokuto does not kink shame, okay. The managers would be squealing and gasping in shock, sending you suggestive looks before dragging you off somewhere to beg for details HAHAH

“Keiji! I’m so happy to see you!” You exclaim softly before wrapping your arms around him, you’re at the representative playoffs and you finally get to see your boyfriend once again after the few weeks of separation

Despite living relatively close to one another, you and Akaashi were both very busy preparing for these games. While he was practicing with his own team, you were managing for yours (which always proved to be a challenge, even now)

“Oh, how is your girlfriend doing by the way?” Kuroo sneers behind you and you glance to see your own captain squaring up with the pesky cat 

“Ah, excuse me Keiji,” You pout and apologize, Akaashi gently smiles and kisses the pout off your lips before unwrapping his arms to let you go control your petty team

“Daishou!” You scold and wrap your hand around said boy’s bicep, pulling him behind you to get in front of Kuroo, you give the Nekoma captain a fake smile before turning around to face your friend “I’m trying to see my boyfriend and I can’t do that if you keep starting shit!” You whisper-yell and Daishou rolls his eyes

“I didn’t start anything-“ He lies and you narrow your eyes up at him

“Daishou stay away from them and they’ll stay away from you, okay? Save your energy for the court.” You pat his chest and gently let go of the grip you have on him,

You’re about halfway back to Akaashi before you hear the damn snake speak up again

“I broke up with her!” Your eye twitches because you know damn well Yamaka broke up with him, you send Akaashi another sympathetic smile before walking back to your teammate

The grip you have on Daishou’s collar makes him choke and you practically toss him into the wall and get in-between him and Kuroo once more, glaring at anyone who looks at you

“I am trying to talk to my boyfriend who I have not seen in a few weeks so if you both could kindly stay away from each other I would appreciate it,” You smile sweetly and Daishou scrunches his nose before opening his mouth once more 

“See you in the finals” He sneers and you quite literally pick him up by his hair

“Daishou if you don’t shut the fuck up, you’re not going to see the finals. All I want is to have a peaceful day and then go home and give my boyfriend that gawk gawk 3000 and call him daddy so if you could please help me just this once and be quiet.” You growl and drag him away from Nekoma, smiling softly at Akaashi when you pass him, you bring your captain all the way to where your team is in the bleachers and sit him down on the bench “okay, now then-“

“You call him daddy?” Daishou snickers and you narrow your eyes at him

“What the hell are you talking about?” You ask and Daishou laughs so loudly it sounds like a cackle 

“You said, and I quote,” Daishou clears his throat before speaking again, purposely altering the pitch of his tone to reference yours “give my boyfriend that gawk gawk 3000 and call him daddy so if you could please-“ 

Daishou shuts up when you sit down next to him dejectedly

“I said that in front of you and the entire Nekoma team and Fukuroudani?” You whisper and the captain throws his arm around your shoulder

“Don’t worry (Y/N)! At least you didn’t say it in front of our team…. Oh wait,” He snickers and you awkwardly face the rest of your players and coach

“Ah, Daishou, I’m going to quit” You cry and he immediately tries to calm you down 

“Wait, (Y/N), no you can’t!” 

“So, you like being called daddy?” Kuroo asks after he bumps into Akaashi. Your boyfriend can only sigh in shame and shake his head, “I-is that a yes or a no?”

“That’s a shut the fuck up Kuroo” Kenma bites and defends his other friend, trying to drag the middle blocker away from the setter

Konohana, Komi, and Sarukui simply blink before walking away, dragging Bokuto along with them so their setter can face the shame in peace 

“Oh, Keiji!” You squeak and tightly grip the bed sheets on either side of you, you want to so badly grip his silky hair but, Akaashi has rules. The dark-haired boy flicks your thigh as a warning and you can’t help the pout that appears on your face. Akaashi not allowing you to touch him is a big punishment and, needless to say, you aren’t happy about it. Akaashi continues to stare up at you from in-between your thighs, his lips have captured your clit as he sucks dutifully on the swollen bud. 

“Daddy,” The pitiful whimper slips past your lips and Akaashi smirks against your soaking cunt, his tongue flicks your clit. His warm mouth is welcoming as he continues the harassment on the delicate pearl. “I-I love you.” The endearing phrase flies past your lips and Akaashi feels his resolve soften, he can never stay harsh with you for long. 

Though, he will try.

Akaashi removes his mouth and slaps your clit with four fingers, watching as you squirm and cry at the impact. He can tell how badly you want to grip his hair and he mentally reminds himself to reward you for staying so still, well as still as you can be. He continues to tap the sensitive bundle of nerves, ranging from light taps to slaps that sound throughout the room. 

“Daddy, please,” You cry and Akaashi takes pity on you, he leans forward and licks soothing strips up against your clit. He wants to kiss the sting away because he truly cares too much about his baby and wants you to feel nothing but pleasure.

“Daddy loves you too sweet girl, I love you so much.” Akaashi coos as he kisses along your thigh, he glances up and sees you staring at him with a deep pout on your face. He just wants to kiss it off. “Don’t look at me like that.” He tries to scold but his words come out weak, your pitiful eyes play numbers on him that he will never understand. “Patience, you’ll get what you want, hold out for Daddy."

Kozume Kenma

I 99.9% believe that Kenma getting called daddy in front of the team is Kuroo’s fault ,,, LOL 

Like Kuroo knows shit and it accidentally slips and everyone is like … ‘kuroo wtf’ because nobody believes him much to Kenma’s relief HAHAH

It isn’t often that you can convince Kenma to stay after at a joint practice but when you do, you nearly regret it every time

“And then she wanted to call me daddy,” Kuroo gasps loudly like the gossiper he is and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes at the way Bokuto is hanging onto his every word “shit honestly though, it was pretty hot”

The one time…. One time you convince Kenma to stay after practice to spend time with his friends and these are the conversations you get 

“Oh, I totally believe you Kuroo” You click your tongue mockingly and the tall captain gently pushes the side of your head 

“It’s true, don’t be jealous you weren’t her (Y/N)” Kuroo throws back and you flick him off, internally smiling at the way Kenma pulls you closer to his chest and tightens his arms around your shoulders 

“Kuroo you’re literally the biggest nerd on the planet, you really expect me to believe you get pussy, much less get someone to call you daddy?” At your words Bokuto gasps and Akaashi covers the ace’s gaping mouth with his own hand

“Ask Kenma he was there!” Kuroo flicks your forehead and you turn around to your boyfriend with your hand already bunched up in his dyed hair 

“I was not there,” Kenma confirms and had it not been for his arms wrapped around your waist, you would have lunged at Kuroo

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe, it’s not like you don’t call Kenma ‘daddy’” Kuroo spills, stating it so simply like he’s talking about the weather. You start to mentally plan his death as Akaashi shakes his head and Bokuto begins laughs loudly

You know Kenma hates being put in the spotlight but you simply could not help yourself

“You’re telling me if you had this mf fucking you every night, you wouldn’t call him daddy?” You snap at Kuroo and Kenma tenses behind you before squeezing your hips so hard you nearly yelp, Kuroo leans back on his forearms and looks around proudly like what did I say? 

“Yeah, okay,” Bokuto wheezes and falls back on the gym floor 

“What?” You and Kuroo both snap and Bokuto laughs even harder, clutching his sides and trying to cover his loud voice with Akaashi’s jacket

“Those two virgins? Yeah right-AH” Bokuto points at you and Kenma before Akaashi shuts him up by covering his mouth once again

“How would you even know that Kuroo?” Akaashi asks while placing his other hand on Boktuo’s shoulder to keep him pinned to the floor 

“Best friends don’t overshare their sex lives?” Kuroo asks and Akaashi shakes his head quietly, Kuroo does not miss a beat with his follow-up response “Oh, I forgot you two do each other so there isn’t much to share” 

Now it’s your turn to gasp and Kenma tries to hide the audible hitch in your breath with his hand. The gym is now silent and you eagerly glance between Kuroo, Akaashi, and Bokuto while waiting for someone to confirm or deny the statement

“Come on Kuroo it was one time!” Bokuto finally gets out of Akaashi’s grasp and Kuroo gives him a pointed look, “Fine. Five times” Another moment of silence passes before “Okay, it has become a regularly occurring thing” 

“Wow,” You simply nod in amazement before sending Akaashi a proud thumbs-up, one that Kenma swats down quickly 

“So we all probably have daddy kinks…” You trail off and look around the gym suspiciously, taking in the small noticeable nods you receive while trying to subtly hide the shocked look on your face

“Well, wasn't this fun, we all learned something new about each other!” Kuroo claps amusedly and Kenma buries his head into your shoulder 

“Yeah, too much,” He mutters before nudging your nose with his ear “can we leave now?”

Of course, Kuroo happened to overhear that

“KENMA I HEARD THAT!” 

Kenma kneels behind you and he oozes disinterest as his eyes run all over your bent figure. The way he has you tied up has your face shoved into the mattress while your ass is high in the air. Kenma leans forward, hovering over you as he playfully snaps your blindfold between his fingers. 

“You’re so irritating,” He sighs and tugs on your hair roughly, forcing you to arch your back even more. It doesn’t matter how much shit he talks because you can still feel the hard heat digging into the back of your thighs. “you really wanted everyone to know your little secret.” 

Kenma trails one of his hands between your thighs, running his fingers along your slit and the gag in your mouth muffles your moans. 

“Kuroo acts like he knows everything we do behind closed doors but truthfully, he doesn’t even know the half of it.” Kenma softly rubs his palm against your ass, smoothing it over to the bottom of your spine. “Isn’t that right?” He asks and you can’t help the way you push your ass harder up against him. 

A harsh slap resonates around the room, the entire impact of it all makes your body lunge forward. Had it not been for the restraints, you would have bucked your head into the wooden headboard. Kenma quietly laughs before doing it again, letting his slim hand smack your ass once more. He watches with an amused expression at how your thighs have slightly spread for him so that he can see your drenched cunt perfectly.

“You’re enjoying this,” Kenma voices his thoughts and you nod your head, Kenma has to hold back from rolling his eyes and he leans over to release the gag from your mouth.

“Yes Daddy, I want more. Please,” You softly moan, your voice coming out hoarse due to the strain in your jaw and the dryness of your throat. Your boyfriend almost regrets taking the gag off your loudmouth. Regardless, he finds himself playing right into your game and the tightness in his pants increases tenfold. He does this all for you, Kenma lies to himself. It isn’t all entirely just for you.

“How many more do you want? How many more can you take from me?”

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Camping Trip

Danny Tanner x Reader One-Shot

Read it on AO3!

Rating: E

Words: 1891

Summary: Danny Tanner and his girlfriend go on a camping trip to enjoy finally have some time alone.

A/N: I've noticed a serious lack of Danny Tanner citric acid and needed to fix that because that man fucks and no one can change my mind!

“How did I let you talk me into this?” Danny questioned, scrutinizing everything around him.  “There’s dirt everywhere!”

Bunching up kindling for the firepit, (y/n) rolled her eyes at her neat-freak boyfriend.  “It’s called nature, my dear.  Dirt is a major portion of the package deal.”

He groaned, but didn’t argue as he pulled a small hand-broom and dust pan from his duffle bag and began sweeping trace amounts of debris from inside the tent they’d just set up.  Well, to be fair, she did most of the work because he was too busy trying not to get mud on his jeans -- that he had ironed...for some reason.

She paused, sticks in one hand and lighter in the other, staring at him in utter disbelief.  Obviously, she knew this weekend camping trip would be difficult for him.  But this was getting ridiculous.

“Tanner, what the hell are you doing?” she demanded, watching him empty the dustpan behind a tree at the edge of the campsite.

He shrugged.  “Just cleaning up,” he said like he was merely clearing the table after dinner.

Chuckling to herself, she finished building up the sticks in the pit before lighting the fire with enchanting ease.

Danny watched the flames dance and grow in her eyes as she expertly built up the fire.  When she sat back on her heels to examine her work, he immediately noticed the dirt on her hands and knees.  He didn’t know what he was more shocked by: the fact that she didn’t seem concerned that those jeans were almost certainly ruined...or that he was kind of turned on.

Was it really surprising, though? The whole point of coming out here was so that they could finally get some time alone.  His house was always so busy and her roommate worked from home and always had friends over, making it impossible to find any sort of privacy.  Hell, the only times they even got to make out without the threat of being barged in on or prying eyes was in their cars after dates.  And even then, they were both too tall for anything more.  Not that either of them wanted their first time having sex together to be in a car anyways.  They wanted it to be far more special.  (Quickies and throwing out roommates could come later.)

After more than eight months, the lack of intimacy was starting to take a toll on their relationship.  It was clear that they needed a weekend away, just the two of them.  Though, he still had absolutely no idea how he’d let her talk him into camping instead of the nice beach getaway he had all planned out.

As he pondered over this, she looked up, catching his eye and giving him that smile that’d first caught his attention at the Smash Club.  His heart jumped -- and so did his cock.  He shifted himself subtly, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

(Y/N) frowned at the discomfort on his face.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly.  His gaze moved to the rock next to his shoe.

He truly was a terrible liar.

“This was a bad idea,” she sighed, deflated.  “We should have just gone to the beach.”

His eyes returned to hers.

“No, no!” he reassured her.  The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her feelings.  “No, I’m just adjusting to the scenery.  That’s all!  I’m sorry for being a bit of a downer.”

She smiled at him again.  “You are not a downer, Danny Tanner.”

He smiled back as she stood up, dusted her hands off on her pants, and walked over to him.

The feeling of her arms slowly draping around his neck sent shockwaves through his body.  His hands instinctively found her waist as she pulled him into a passionate kiss.  He moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth.  He couldn’t help it -- he loved it when she took control of him like this.

A grin dominated her features when she pulled back after several moments, panting.  She took in his flushed complexion, the sound of his lungs catching up, and the lust in his eyes.

He was right where she wanted him.

She pulled him in for a more demanding, passionate kiss.

Their tongues exploring each other once again, his hands moved to her ass.  He gripped it tightly, reveling in the feel of it and the quiet groan he elicited from her.  Their bodies melted together like they never had been able to before.  They fit together so perfectly.  And both of them knew it.

(Y/N) couldn’t control the returning grin when she felt his hard cock pressed against her.  She bit her lip as he trailed wet kisses down her neck.

“Danny,” she said between stifled moans, “maybe we should move this to the tent?”

He didn’t say a word, opting instead to grab her hand and lead her to the tent she’d practically stuffed with blankets and pillows.  Perfectly planned out to make sure they were as comfortable as possible all night long -- no matter what activity or position they found themselves in.

Plus, let’s be honest, Danny Tanner wasn’t exactly the “‘roughin’-it” type anyways.  She had to promise to make it as comfortable as possible to get him to come out here in the first place.  And, boy, did she use that to her advantage.

The layers of comfort cushioned their knees as they knelt down in the tent, facing each other.

Danny captured her lips for a brief moment before leaning over to zip up the tent behind them.  Or, he tried to at least.

The tall, lanky man struggled to keep his balance as he fumbled with the zipper.  He yanked at it repeatedly to no avail.  Frustrated, he growled, “Dammit!”

Shaking her head and laughing, she nudged his hands out of the way.

“Stop before you break my tent,” she said.  She pulled the zipper up a few inches, held the flaps tightly together at the bottom, and zipped it closed in one smooth motion. Smirking, she turned back to him, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I was going to try that next,” he bluffed, earning another big laugh from her.

“Sure you were,” she retorted, a massive grin adorning her gorgeous face.

God, he loved that smile!  It was positively intoxicating to every single one of his senses.  He had to taste it.

Tentatively, he brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned back in to kiss her, feeling her body press against his again.  She melted in his embrace, kissing him back with a fiery passion.  Their tongues tangled together as (y/n) once again started to take control.

Danny reveled in her dominance, his cock hard and making its presence well known between them.  Taking hold of the hem of his shirt, she removed it -- slowly -- trailing her pinky fingers up his sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Pulling off her own shirt, she moved his hands to her breasts.  A deep blush spread across his whole torso as he squeezed them.  How did he not notice she wasn’t wearing a bra before?  Had he really been so preoccupied with the state of nature around their campsite?  So pointless.  All those months they’d been unable to properly enjoy each other and show each other affection -- and he’d wasted the first hour of their getaway fussing over dirt and leaves.

Well, he’d just have to make up for it.

His soft thumbs playing with her nipples, Danny slowly made his way across her cheek and down her neck to her right breast.  He took it in his mouth, moving his tongue in narrowing circles, culminating on her nipple.  The hummed moans he garnered spurred him on -- which, of course, he repeated with the left one.

(Y/N)’s underwear became uncomfortably wet.  She couldn’t stand it any longer.

She seized his face by the jaw, bringing it back to hers and thrusting her tongue into his mouth just before they connected.  Her hands quickly worked open his jeans and slid them down his thighs.  A shiver ran down his spine as his cock met the chilling dusk air.

Danny carefully laid her down, lips never separating.  Wasting no time, he removed his pants completely and hovered his hand over the waistband of her pants, waiting for permission.  She nodded and soon felt his warm skin on her inner thighs.

 (Y/N) ran her hand over his chest as they took each other in.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the one thing she’d forgotten to pack.

“Shit,” she swore, dropping her head back on the pillows in frustration.

“What?” he asked, concerned.  “What’s wrong?”

She growled.  “I forgot to pack condoms.”

“Oh,” he chucked, “I’ve got it covered.”  He reached into the front pocket of the backpack that was in the corner behind her head.

 She watched in astonishment as he pulled out three boxes of condoms.

“Fuck, Danny!” (y/n) exclaimed.  “We’re going to be out here for two nights.  How many of those do you expect to use?!”

The lust in his eyes blazed.  “It’s been eight months, (y/n).  I plan to run out.”

She laughed as he dipped back down to her neck, handing her one of the boxes, dropping the others beside them.  Her hands pulled open the box and wrapper.

(Y/N) grasped the back of his head with one hand, fingers carding his hair and locking him to her lips before moving both hands down to expertly roll it over his cock and began stroking him -- slowly.

Gasps and moans vibrated against her throat for a few moments before he couldn’t take it anymore.  He pulled her hand away, lacing their fingers together by her head.

Making his way back to her lips, he dipped his long fingers between her folds, assessing how prepared she was.  She was positively dripping.

Those soft fingers gently pushed into her, instantly finding that perfect spot.  Nails dug into his skin in response, pairing perfectly with unrestrained moans that made his cock weep with precum.

She dragged her nails down his back to his ass, grasping it tightly and pulling him closer so his groin met hers.

“Tanner,” (y/n) gasped.  “I need more!  Fuck.  Me.  NOW!”

A deep sound she’d never heard from him before emanated from somewhere deep in his chest at the command.  Before she could blink, he was fully inside her, giving her a couple seconds to adjust.  When he was sure she was ready, he started thrusting.  Slow at first, but picking up pace with each one.  His moans were almost as loud as hers.  Her nails clawed at his back, losing herself in every ounce of the ecstasy he was drilling into her.  She couldn’t hold on for much longer….

Their names mingled together in harmony until his thrusts lost their rhythm and spasm ran from her core out through her limbs.

When they came down from their highs, Danny laid beside her and pulled her to nuzzle into his chest.

“You know,” (y/n) said, still catching her breath, “I don’t think you brought enough.”

Danny chuckled, kissing the top of her head.  “I’ll keep that in mind for the next trip.”

~~~

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Crossfaded - Geto & Gojo

I have nothing to say except shady older brother + shady friend = a fun time lol femme reader btw and I wrote this while tipsy so if there’s repeating phrases cut me some slack lol

TW: incest, dumbification, drug usage(marijuana)

Satoru-nii was nice, but aloof. Ever since you’d met him, you always felt like just a little kid trailing behind him, wanting to be part of whatever the big kids were doing. He humored you well enough, but you never felt truly a part of whatever was happening.

And when Satoru entered university, it felt even more like you were being left behind. He’d still let you hang out in his room, but would kick you out if he had studying to do, which seemed more often than not.

He often brought his friend Geto over to the house. They’d both say hi to you, but still pass you by with lingering gazes and a few hushed words spoken about you as they walked to Satorus room to do who knows what. You’d always fall asleep before Geto left, so you never knew that sometimes they’d stand outside your door and talk about you.

Sometimes, Geto would humor you if he caught you in the kitchen or another shared space. He’d catch you by the arm and pull you close, asking you about whatever it was you were doing, or how your life was. Sometimes he’d play with your hair, others he’d give you a sweet, but he’d only hand it over if you said ‘thank you Geto-nii.’

Often, when Geto was with you, Satoru would find you as well, and they’d talk about you while you were right there. Speaking about how childish you still were, and how they wished they could take you to a uni party but you’re just not mature enough.

You’re quick to pipe up and say that you’re far more mature than either of them give you credit for and that they should totally take you to a party sometime because it would be a bunch of fun! They exchange a look, one that goes right over your head, and Geto says that you should practice going to a party before they take you to a real one.

So that’s how you got into this situation, staring at the clothes they’d laid out for you on your bed. They wanted you to dress the part, so Satoru and Geto went through your closet and picked out some of the most scandalous pieces you owned and told you to come into Satorus room when you were done getting ready.

“There she is.” Satoru whistles when you enter the room, arms crossed over your chest in slight embarrassment at the too short skirt and too small top they put you in.

“So beautiful!” Geto adds, a bright smile on his face. He immediately starts taking out his weed and rolling papers, and Satoru puts on some music, it’s loud bass thumping through the floor and vibrating your toes.

The house is empty save for the three of you, so there’s no chance that your parents will come in and ruin the fun. Satoru waves you over, and as soon as you’re close enough he pulls you to sit in between him and Geto on his bed.

“Ever smoked before?” Geto asks as he begins to roll a joint. You shake your head no, and you’re about to ask what it’s like when Satoru puts a shot glass in your hand.

“Drink up!” He smiles, and they both stare at you until you drink it.

“Ew!” You shiver at the bitter taste coating your tongue and the burn in the back of your throat. They both laugh, and Satoru rubs a hand down your bare thigh.

“You’re so cute.”

“I don’t like that.” Whatever was in the cup has made your face permanently sour, and it makes Satoru laugh again.

“Well that’s what parties are like, (Y/N)! You drink stuff you don’t like but after a while it makes you feel good.” Taking your glass, he fills it up again. “Have another and then you’ll know what I mean.” His smile is so non-threatening that you feel almost silly for having that reaction in the first place.

“Okay.” You swallow this shot quicker than the first, and they both cheer for you. Leaning back on the pillows they’d set up behind you, you let the alcohol in your body go through you. The burn in the back of your throat gives way to a hot feeling in your stomach that spreads to your limbs.

Soon, you ask for another shot and Satoru is more than fine with giving it to you. You’re starting to understand what he means by it’ll make you feel good; everything is just that bit funnier, that bit more interesting.

Leaning your head on Satorus shoulder, you giggle at something that’s not even funny. Your hands are playing with the hem of your skirt, and suddenly you don’t feel so shy about wearing it around them.

“That’s such a pretty skirt and I can even see your pretty panties underneath.” Geto hums, his fingers brushing yours. You bit your lip bashfully and thank him, hiding your face in Satorus shoulder when it gets too much.

The flick of a lighter is heard, and soon the room is full of a hazy smoke and a funny smell in the air. Geto inhales a few times, and lets out deep methodical exhales. Satoru reaches for the joint, and you can feel the smoke linger in the air around you.

“Try this.” He nudges you and puts the blunt near your mouth.

“What do I do?” You ask, looking between them with big eyes.

“Just inhale and try to hold it as long as you can.” Nodding at the instructions, you wrap your lips around the joint. You inhale for all of three seconds before ripping away and coughing violently.

Geto cooes at you, calls you such a baby, and Satoru is already putting the joint back at your lips. You try to push it away, say you’re not ready, but he doesn’t really listen. He makes you inhale again, and this time you hold it for a few seconds longer, but the burn in your throat is far too much.

“How about another shot?” Geto suggests as you furiously wipe your teary eyes.

“O-okay.” Sniffing back more tears, you take another shot, and then another after that. It doesn’t really help with the burn, only makes it worse in fact, and it’s only after some begging that Satoru finally gives you some water.

“How can you smoke that?” You whine, watching Satoru take a hit.

“It’s just like the alcohol (Y/N), you have to get used to it.” Geto hums, and he’s already rolling another.

“I don’t think I could ever get used to that.”

“Don’t be such a baby.” Satoru teases, bumping your shoulder as he passes the joint. “Oh wait, I’m sorry, you are one.” He laughs at the pout on your lips.

“I am not a baby, Sato-nii!”

“Oh really?”

“Really!”

“Then take a hit from the blunt and actually hold it in.” He challenges, holding up the nearly gone joint. You take it without hesitation and inhale, lighting up what’s left until it burns your fingers. Your cheeks puff out from the force required to hold it in, and Satoru is just waiting to laugh at you.

“Good girl.” Geto praises when you finally let go thirty seconds later. He rubs a hand on your leg, a few inches up past the hem of that too short skirt.

Everything hits you fast. The alcohol and the joint together are leaving you laughing at nothing and oh so pliant. Geto only has to look at you and you’re bursting into a fit of giggles and burying your face in his shoulder. Satoru turned the music up a little, so now you have to lean in just a bit closer to hear what’s being said.

When you leave to go to the bathroom, both men laugh at how you stumble about and nearly fall several times. Satoru even asks if he should help you use the toilet, but you flip him off and stumble out.

“Come here.” Geto calls as you reenter. You walk to him no question, and when he pulls you to straddle his lap, you don’t question it. “Such a pretty girl.” He murmurs, brushing a hand on the side of your face. His fingers go down your neck and you lean your head to the side accordingly. The touch of his fingers on you is making you excited, and you squeeze your thighs around his when his hand dips down to your chest.

“G-geto…” You trail off, leaning your face impossibly close to his without actually kissing him.

“What do you want? Do you want a kiss?”

“Yes.” You whisper, and you close your eyes in preparation.

“Then you should ask politely, hm?” That question sparks an immediate response, and you open your eyes again and nearly go cross eyed looking at him so closely.

“Geto-nii, can I have a kiss?”

“Of course.” He kisses you, and immediately you moan and push into him. You’ve had kisses before, but none like this; your whole body is tingling and you sloppily wrap your arms around him. There’s no way you’d let this feeling go, this otherworldly thing that made the spot between your legs tingly.

“You can touch her.” Satoru says, sensing Geto’s slight hesitation. At the green light, Geto’s hands are pushing under your skirt, grabbing at your ass that’s barely covered by your panties. Geto pulls you closer to him, sits you more on his lap and the brush of his pants against your sex makes you jump.

Taking that feeling and running with it, you don’t even realize you’re dry humping Geto desperately until he’s grabbing your hips and slowing you down, pushing you down harder onto him so you feel every ripple of the fabric.

“Fuck.” You whimper, throwing your head back as one of Getos hand grabs your breast and squeezes.

“Aht, language! Dumb little girls like you shouldn’t use such grown up words!” Satoru chastises you, and he gives your ass a quick smack that has you squealing.

“Sorry Sato-nii.” Pouting, you turn to Satoru and give him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll let it go this time, since you’re being so good at this party.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh at that. Laying your head on Getos shoulder, you shuffle your legs as his hands return to your ass.

Bunching up your skirt on your hips, Geto grabs handfuls of your ass and squeezes them, letting out pleased little hums every so often. With your skirt now out of the way, both men can see the lacy panties you put on.

“Such a good little sister, wearing what we told you.” Satoru grins, and he snaps the band of your underwear against your side. It tingles your whole leg when it snaps against your skin, and you smile at him.

“Thanks.” Rocking your hips side to side, you giggle bashfully. Satoru sends you a smile that warms up your chest, and you close your eyes when his hand joins Geto’s on your ass.

“How’re you feeling?” You’re not sure who asked, but you only hum as a response. In truth, you feel amazing, on top of the world, tingly and warm all over and everything is just so funny.

“Is someone too fucked up to answer?” It sounds like Geto’s voice this time.

“Take another hit from the blunt baby.” The object is pressed to your lips, and you inhale easily and blow out without coughing. “Getting used to it?”

“Mhmm.” You feel proud now that you’re not coughing up a storm and making a fool of yourself anymore. Taking a few more hits from the blunt, you practically fall off Geto’s lap and onto the other pillows at the head of Satorus bed.

“Look at that.” Geto grins, and he runs a finger up your slit. “You’re so wet, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah.” With a voice barely above a whisper, you stare at both men above you. The weed is starting to hit you harder now, and your limbs feel like lead, but not unpleasant. Your legs are moved, not of your own accord, and your skirt is bunched up even higher now.

“Let’s get these panties off you.” Satoru grunts, and they slide down your legs with ease. Geto pockets them, and for some odd reason that makes you grin like a fool; he likes you enough to keep your panties.

“Open your legs.” The command is given, but you’ve no time to do it before your legs are opened for you. Bending them at the knee, Satoru pushes them to your chest and holds them there.

With your cunt exposed to the both of them, you feel just a little embarrassed, but excitement is taking over. They watch for just a moment while you clench around nothing, and your slick coats your entire sex and drips down between your ass.

“You first.” Geto says graciously, and Satoru takes the spot right in front of you. His hands hold the backs of your thighs tightly, and he licks up your slit. You erupt in a mixture of moans and a squeal, and your legs try to force themselves down.

“Hold still.” Satoru grunts, and even though you nod you doubt you can do that. His tongue dips between your folds, swirling around your clit before pulling away again, and this time you only squirm just a little bit.

“Does it feel good?” Geto questions, and he’s right next to your head petting your hair.

“Yes!” You cry, hands darting out to grab Satorus as he digs his face into your cunt and pushes his tongue deep inside you. The music they put on is doing nothing to cover the sounds you're making, if anything they’re pushing you to be louder.

You’re cumming before you even realize it. With a few deft flicks of his tongue on your clit, Satoru has you cumming harder than you ever have before. Your hands are flying all over the place, grabbing the bed sheets and Getos clothing to try and ground you as the pleasure crashes over you in waves.

“Think you can take another?” Geto hums, giving you a smirk before he switches places with Satoru.

“I don’t know.” Staring at Geto between your legs, you truly don’t know. The pleasure that Satoru had just given you was immense, your orgasm hitting you harder than you ever thought possible.

“Don’t ask her such hard questions.” Satoru chuckles, and you see him off to the side fiddling with the stereo.

“You’re right, my bad.” With a soft chuckle, Geto wraps his arms around your thighs. Now that you’re able to see who’s between your legs, it’s almost too much for you to handle. Geto is staring right at you, his eyes not wavering from yours in the slightest. With his thumbs he spreads your lips and lolls his tongue out of his mouth.

Flicking your clit, he lets out a breathless chuckle when you jump. Giving your clit a few more licks, he continues to stare at you as he sucks it into his mouth. Throwing your head back, your hands are once again going everywhere, trying to grab onto something.

Catching your hand, Geto puts it in his hair. You’ve always wondered what his hair felt like, always seen it in a half bun or just down cascading around his shoulders. Coming close to touching it a few times, now that you have it in your hands for real it’s better than you could’ve imagined.

“G-geto-nii!” You whine, tightening your hold on Geto’s hair when he pushes two fingers inside of you.

“So tight.” He sighs, feeling the warmth of your cunt envelop him. “You’re practically milking my fingers.” It’s true, you’re so tight that every time he tries to pull out, Getos fingers get sucked right back in.

Moaning in response, your hips buck up to meet his fingers. They’re much bigger and thicker than your own, filling you in a way your hand never could. With his lips suctioned around your clit and his fingers inside of you, you cum again with shaking thighs.

“Fuck.” Cumming with a long groan, you don’t realize how tightly you’d been holding Geto until he pries your fingers off of him.

“Look at the mess you made, naughty girl.” Lifting up his fingers, Geto shows you the slick covering them. Your body is already flush with heat, and seeing him lick his fingers clean makes you even hotter.

Satoru returns to your field of vision, and he’s completely naked. You’d seen him in various stages of undress before, but this was the first time you’d seen him naked. His cock was pale, the tip flushed a deep pink, it still looked big even when he grabbed it.

“Let's get these clothes off.” Geto is already taking your skirt off before you can answer, and Satoru is taking your shirt.

“Pretty fucking tits.” Satoru says, and he grabs one in his hand, rolling your nipple through his fingers. Once your clothes are off, Geto stands and disrobes, and both stand at the edge of the bed and look at you.

“Got the lube?”

“Of course.” Satoru produces a bottle in his hands and gives it to Geto. As Satoru takes his place on the bed, Geto smothers his cock in lube.

“Get up here.” You slowly turn your head to Satoru who’s tugging your leg. You give him a curious look, your brain not fully connecting the dots on what he wants. Dropping your leg, he grabs under your arms and hoists you across his lap, chest to chest with him. His cock presses against your soaked cunt, and you whine at the feeling.

“Let’s get you nice and ready.” Geto speaks behind you. A finger presses against your puckered asshole and you gasp, whipping your head back to look at him.

“Geto-nii, what’re you doing?” Your words are impossibly slurred and come out too slow.

“I need to get you ready, or else it’ll hurt.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shakes his head, focused on getting his finger inside you.

“Kiss me.” Grabbing your chin, Satoru pulls you back to him. Pushing his tongue into your mouth the moment your lips connect, Satoru has a monopoly over you. With one hand on your chin, the other grips the back of your head and he keeps your face pressed to his while Geto works you up to take two fingers.

“Ready.” Geto says, and Satoru only nods. Blindly grabbing his cock, Satoru guides it into your cunt, bottoming out almost immediately as Geto does the same in your ass.

“Oh my god.” Breaking the kiss, you press your forehead against Satorus chest. “T-too much.” You shift your hips to try and adjust, but it’s no use. This feeling of being so stuffed full of cock is foreign, but it shoots electricity up your spine all the same.

“Ssshh, it’s okay baby.” Petting a hand down your back, Geto grabs onto your hips. He’s the first to move, pulling out halfway and pushing back in slowly. He does this enough times to loosen you up, and then Satoru starts moving as well.

“You gotta move your hips too, little girl.” Satoru reminds you.

“M’kay.” You mumble, and you sit up slightly so you can start moving. With the shit in your system, it’s hard to even see straight let alone move your body, but somehow you manage a sloppy up and down motion.

“Poor baby’s all fucked up.” Geto laughs, and he slaps your ass.

“Nice and crossfaded.” Satoru nods, and he slaps your other cheek. The two of them share a laugh, and Satoru grabs onto your hips as well. Taking control of your movements, he digs his feet into the floor and bounces you on his cock.

“S-sato-nii!” Digging your nails into his arms, your body is moved in anyway the two men see fit. You’re in no state to really control your limbs yourself, and it’s far too easy to make you bend and bounce on their cocks however they want.

Leaning forward, Geto grabs your breast, fondling it as his hips slap into your ass hard. Satoru has a hand on your ass helping you move to the fast pace they set, the other holding your lower back.

“I- I-” You struggle to form a sentence, all the things you’re feeling are too much all at once. The sting of skin slapping skin is delicious, and the way both cocks pound into you, hitting that spot inside you, has you moaning and stuttering for words like a fool.

“Gonna cum already, pretty girl?” Geto pants, pinching your nipple as he feels you clench down on him. You nod, head falling back and forth willy nilly. A yes somehow goes past your lips, and you clench again when he pinches your nipple.

“So sensitive for your big brothers, aren’t you?” Satoru grins with his head pushed back against the mattress. He hasn’t slowed down one bit, pushing you down to meet their thrusts while his own hips piston up.

“Mhmm!” Your back arches when Satoru pushes down, and Geto lets out a rough groan.

“Shit I’m gonna cum.” He chuckles, and his voice is rough and deep, desperation creeping in. “Do you want Geto-nii to fill your ass up?”

“Yes! Please!” Your answering before you even process what was said, all you know is that you do want it.

“Good girl.” With a few pats to your ass, Geto pounds into you even harder. The added force behind his thrusts has you scrambling for purchase on the mattress, and a high pitch moan rips through your throat.

“Big brother!” The pleasure hits you far too hard. Your eyes are screwed so tightly shut that your eyes tingle and your breath stops for a moment, leaving you lightheaded and even more delirious. The squirming of your body won’t stop, not that you’re controlling it anyway, and for a moment you worry that you’ll get a cramp with how tightly your toes are curling.

“Shit.” Satoru says loudly, and his movements come to a stuttering halt and so do Getos. Both men bury themselves as deep as possible inside you, and an inexplicable warmth fills you.

“Oh my…” Your body finally relaxes a little. There’s a warmth pooling in your lower stomach that could only be the result of those two.

“Holy fuck.” Geto laughs breathlessly, slowly withdrawing his flaccid cock from your ass. You whine at the empty feeling and you clench around nothing. Satoru follows suit, pulling out of you and letting you roll over onto your back.

“How’re you feeling, baby girl?” Geto asks, and he’s staring directly between your legs.

“Amazing.” You whisper, but neither man is listening. Both of them are trained on your cunt where their cum is just leaking out of you and your holes continue to clench around nothing through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I think she squirted.” Satoru presents his lap to the two of you, and indeed his lap and legs are far wetter than normal.

“Nice.” They share a look, and as you settle into the cushions and the soft bed, fully prepared to go to sleep in bliss, they nudge you. “Open up.”

“Hm?” Cracking open an eye, you see both of them have their phones out, lenses pointed to your cunt. “What’re you doing?”

“Nii-chan is taking a present home.” Geto says, clicking the shutter a few times at your spent holes.

“You’re so sexy we wanna remember this moment forever.” Satoru adds, and that’s all the explanation you need. Once they’ve gotten their fill of taking pictures, Satoru grabs a towel for himself and Geto. When he’s done, Satoru turns his attention to your nearly fully unconscious form. “Wake up, baby, you gotta get clean.”

“No.” Shaking your head, you can’t be bothered to wake up. “Nii-chan can do it.” Both men chuckle at that, and they share a knowing look.

“Don’t worry, your big brothers will take good care of you.”

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[writing-in-april]

Spooks

Raymond Wadsworth X Female Reader

Summary: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my second fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021!!! I had this spur of the moment idea in the middle of the night and ended up writing a pretty long fic for it (at least long for me lol) I had a lot of fun writing it and really liked the idea- I hope you all enjoy it too! Drop something in my ask box here if you’d like!! I’m always looking for feedback and my requests are open as well! Thanks for reading!!!

Warnings: 18+, Ghosts & poltergeists, Smut, Sub Raymond, Unprotected sex, Sex in a car, Slight cum play

Main Masterlist Word count: 3.2k

Your job description wasn’t an easy one to describe, you could say Mulder and Scully would be the most accurate equivalent. Though as with all tv shows it was portrayed with a set of rose tinted glasses, giving a filter to any realities you faced on the job.

You and your department preferred to call yourselves spooks, truthfully only because the pun was funny. In reality your 8 person department were called agents just like the rest of the FBI, you guys were just more secretive than the others.

Most of the time you ended up getting handed the short straw when getting new cases as you were still the newest on the team, despite being there for several years already. Unlike most professionals in law enforcement you did not have a partner, it only slowed you down. Every place that you were scheduled to decontaminate was an in and out procedure streamlined for effectiveness, adding another body to be hyper vigilant about was a hassle. You operated alone.

Any type of paranormal phenomena that you could think of was thrown in front of you. In your opinion the cases you had the most fun on were the ones that dealt with aliens, though some ghosts could be fun on occasion. The most recent case I had to deal with was a nasty poltergeist, the worst type of ghost. They always wreaked the most havoc on whatever house or place they occupied.

The family in this house had moved out a while ago, the request to decontaminate the home had been sitting on one of your supervisors for a while. It was an old house, built around the late 1800s. Old enough that it had a bunch of unnecessary rooms, like the parlor room that you found yourself trapped in.

And, you weren’t on your own either. Trapped with you was a man with fluffy brown hair flying in any direction, his eyes a darker shade of brown that were filled with fear- yet also curiosity. He was wearing a blue romper, it looked good on him, from what you had seen while you were frantic. But, you highly doubted that it would be effective clothes for a paranormal investigation, maybe he had just stumbled across this place out of curiosity. Either that or he was the type of an inexperienced investigator who had probably had one encounter with a ghost. It did not change that he was cute though.

“I’m a paranormal investigator- uhh technically a supernatural detective! My name’s Raymond! Who are you?!” He sputtered out, ranting probably to try to push aside his fear. You were standing side by side holding the double doors of the entrance to the parlor room, pushing them down to prevent the poltergeist from ramming it down and attacking us.

“Not important!” You snapped back at him, throwing a glare at him. Even if it wasn’t such a tense situation, you weren’t supposed to give away your identity or your job description to just anyone.

With another gasping breath he asked another question, even though you hadn’t answered his first inquiry, “I came with a girl, her name’s Becca- did you see her?”

This one you would bother to answer as he was quite obviously worried about the well being of his companion, “I may have seen her speed away in a red car after she was thrown out of the house. Was that your car she took?”

Not that you really cared all that much, but if he had been stripped of his transportation by his partner you’d have to take him in your own car. Not that you really wanted to, you still would have to help him even though he was seriously hindering your decontamination. “No, I came in my own car.” He answered which made you breathe a sigh of relief, you wouldn’t have to deal with another issue after you escaped, “I don’t blame her honestly, if I could leave I would.”

You were about to answer when your pressure on the doors wasn’t enough, making you both stumble forward. When you stumbled forward your keys, along with your badge, fell out of your pocket. Your badge flipped open front and center to reveal your name, plus the exact agency you worked for in a bold logo.

“You’re an FBI agent?!” You could not confirm or deny what he had asked, you were firmly focused on scrambling to get your things and avoid the ghost that was now throwing furniture at the two of you.

When Raymond finally took notice of the being that was pelting heavy objects around you, a ghostly shape in the form of a woman with a tortured look on her face, he screamed bloody murder. It was not unlike that of a scooby doo cartoon, him obviously resembling Shaggy almost perfectly. If only he had a dog to jump into his arms before he comically zoomed away while remarking “zoinks!”

His frazzled response to the ghosts giving a rather mediocre jump scare made you wonder whether he had the credentials to back up his job title as a paranormal investigator- or as he called it a supernatural detective. You racked your brain to try and recall anytime you had seen a Raymond or a Becca on the long lists of people that were being monitored for potential involvement, coming up with nothing. Well, maybe they were new, as his reaction seemed to indicate.

Your own reaction was stoic as usual, your nerves no longer jumped and your heart no longer quickened to the visage of a ghost trying to spook you. It was in no doubt for some arcane reason probably linked to revenge towards people that no longer existed. One would normally say don’t assume anything about people, that it might offend them to assume, but dead people in your view also had dead opinions- plus relying on precedent was usually a good option when a ghost might be trying to kill you. Despite the absence of fear from you there would be no call out of “Let’s split up gang!” either. It was you mostly not wanting to explain to your employer how you lost a citizen in the middle of this place and- besides that you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want him to die no matter how much undeniable extra trouble he was causing.

“Let’s go.” Your voice was firm, no discernible room for argument or questions.

Raymond somehow found a way to wriggle in to asking yet another question, “Where are we going?”

You yanked his hand out of the room that you think might’ve been a parlor room back in it’s day. You shouldn’t have bothered to answer as it would breed more questions from him, you already gave away too much about who you are and what you do. Any extra questions you answer from him was just creating a bigger breach in your security. Yet you found yourself justifying an answer, his eyes that were probably pulled into an adorable curious look laced with fear bored into the back of your skull as you dragged him out of the room and to the nearest exit. It was only a harmless question, it didn’t even have a satisfying answer, “Anywhere but here!”

Weaving my way through the house that was better characterized as a maze was hard to navigate through. At every turn some sort of iteration of the poltergeist tried to capture us, to pull us into death with it.

The two of us did eventually find the front door, only to find that we could not pull it open, the handle was stuck.

“Step back!” You shouted at Raymond to get him to move out of the way while you prepared to kick the door down. He skittered over to be right behind you, looking over his shoulder in paranoia. You used your right foot to kick the door, using all the leg strength you could muster. After three kicks, the door burst open, letting you both free.

Scurrying quickly to your government given work vehicle, looking back for a second to make sure that Raymond was following you. You couldn’t let a civilian die here, no matter how much of a nuisance he was, and he was cute of course.

Pulling out the last resort from the trunk of your car, gasoline, you then shoved a container of it to your unexpected companion.

“Cover as much of the house as you can!” He made no argument with your plan, running right behind you back up to the house to cover it all in gasoline. Once you had both covered it as much as possible you made sure Raymond was standing back before you lit your lighter and chucked it into the wood wet with the accelerant.

As soon as you could confirm with your eyes that the house had sparked with fire, you grabbed Raymond’s arm again to drag him to your car, not even caring about the one he had come here in. You basically threw yourself into the driver's seat, starting to drive away immediately after Raymond had sat down, before he had even shut the side door.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, causing your heart to pound hard enough that it felt like it could burst out of your chest. It was not unusual in your field of work, to feel death brush right by you.

“My car?!” Raymond screamed, his body turned so he was looking out of your back window.

“Sorry no time to go back! The U.S government will reimburse you for that- maybe…” You said quickly, while trying to step harder down on the gas pedal to speed away.

The house behind you was burning so bright from you could hear the crackling from the house turning to ash. You imagined that the flames and smoke were big enough to be seen for miles, considering how much accelerant you poured on it. So much for being subtle, your boss was definitely going to chew you out for that.

When you had gained a sufficient enough distance away from the flames you pulled off into a parking lot adjacent to a park. Pulling into the parking space fast you then hit the brakes hard, jostling you two a bit.

Taking a deep breath you slumped forward to rest your head on your steering wheel, just for a moment of relaxation.

“You know burning it down won’t necessarily get rid of it.” You only grunted in response to his matter of fact statement. Your lack of response seemed to make him even more anxious, tapping his fingers on any surface that was around him to preoccupy his mind while you took your breather. He tried to fill the silence that was making him uncomfortable, “So what do you actually do?”

You sighed deeply against the steering wheel one last time, then leaning off of it to sit back in the seat. You decided that you might as well give him a small morsel of information that may satiate his curiosity, “That’s highly classified, but you could probably figure it out.”

His insistence to bring up what your job is was making your insides twist with anxiety. You were already dreading what would happen when you got back to the office. It would be a lot of paperwork to explain everything that happened, plus you’d have to submit an application on behalf of Raymond to get his car reimbursed.

The adrenaline that had spiked in your veins born out of fear was still present. It was overwhelming, and you felt the need to use it for something different than wallowing in your fear.

You redirected your gaze to fixate on Raymond, who could surely help you redirect your adrenaline. He was an attractive man, who’s personality did help make him even more desirable. Even though he was a pain in your ass, he was a cute and funny one.

His own eyes were fixated on yours as well, with a different look than what you had seen earlier. His eyes were deepened with lust, not fear, though there was still an ounce of curiosity in them- probably still wondering who exactly I was.

Grabbing the hairs at the back of his neck you then pulled him forward to crush your lips onto his. He reciprocated immediately, though did not try to challenge your dominance over the kiss. He let you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring him with diligence.

You wanted him closer to you, feeling every inch of him. So you swung your legs over his lap as best you could with the space you had to straddle him. When you did so you barely let his lips come off your own, too greedy to let them separate from yours.

A thought however was nagging you in the back of your head as you continued to melt yourself into the kiss, he had mentioned a companion that he had been worried about earlier. You did not want to step on any toes, nor endorse any type of cheating. You separated your lips from his own, even though you wanted nothing more than to envelop him in another kiss.

“This ok with you?” Your words were said right into his lips, mingling your breath with his, “You’re not with that Becca girl are you?”

“Not anymore- and yes I’m totally ok with this.” He confirmed before surging up to meet his lips with your own again. You wasted no time in starting to grind your hips onto his cock that was swiftly growing underneath his shorts. Just from grinding you could feel how large he was, even through a couple of layers.

He moved his hands to the button of your pants when you moved your lips to start nipping and sucking on his neck and jaw. You tried to kick off the articles of clothing on your lower half, panties included, without removing your lips from him. Unfortunately you had to do so because of the amount of space. You cursed under your breath, wishing that the government had paid to give you a larger vehicle.

You were already slick with arousal, also aided by sticking your fingers into his mouth to get them sufficiently wet. He bobbed his head up and down on them eagerly until you were satisfied. Removing them from his mouth you ran them up and down along your slit, getting you even more wet.

You guided his length to your entrance, not sinking down immediately. You undulated your hips so his length was coated with your arousal as well. When he bucked his hips in impatience you just pushed them down back into the seat. Then you leaned down to whisper into the shell of his ear to be patient- he’d get what he wanted.

“Fuck me.” Was all Raymond could muster up to whimper when you sunk down onto his cock, his head falling back to hit the headrest. You wasted no time in starting a fast pace, bouncing up and down on him with vigor. Raymond grabbed onto your hips when he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

His large cock bumped up against your cervix in the most pleasurable way possible as you swivel your hips over him. Your own head tilted back, your mouth opened wide to let out a loud moan when his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside you. You also felt the need to hold onto something as your release began to build inside you, getting ready to snap. So you grabbed onto the best thing you could find, running your hands through his hair and pulling on his strands.

One of his hands then moved to toy with your clit,his movements were a bit fumbled, but it swiftly made your orgasm start to crest. You were almost disappointed about how quickly this was going to be over, you however couldn’t deny that it felt amazing even with the frantic pace. In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but imagine all the other things you could do to Raymond if you were given the chance.

You fell apart above him, your eyes rolling back into your head. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, and it felt good to have it redirected to a pleasurable experience instead of fear. You kept yourself impaled on his cock for a bit after your orgasm had finished, relishing at the feeling of him inside you.

Slipping out of him was a little bit awkward because of how cramped the space was. Once his cock slipped out of you, both of you groaning at the loss of him inside of you, you wrapped your hand around his length. You started to pump him slowly in your hands, taking your time compared to earlier. Your adrenaline had abated a bit and now you wanted to see how long you could drag this out, in case you never got the chance to again.

However, It still didn’t take much movement from your hands for him to get close, he was already close to the edge from being inside you. His hips bucked up into your hands a bit before he begged, “C-can you put- your hands- around my throat?”

“Should’ve known you’d be into that.” You snarked back a bit in response to his plea. Your tone had no sympathy for him, making him obviously think that you weren’t going to oblige him by the look in his eyes. That look of pure desperation in his eyes, with his kiss swollen lips, and his curls disheveled made you buckle. He groaned loudly when you put your free hand around his neck. You only applied a small amount of pressure, but that was all Raymond needed for him to cum all over your hand.

Once you had helped him ride out his own orgasm you removed your hand from his neck and his cock. You did need to clean up the hand that was covered in his thick ropes of cum, so you brought it up to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Fuck me…” Echoing his previous words, this time with an even bigger whimper. After you had cleaned yourself and him up enough to be decent you flung yourself back to sit in the driver’s seat again.

Raymond was silent for a minute, which seemed odd if you were going off of what little experience you had with him so far. Though maybe he was still going through his post orgasm relaxation just as you were. He then broke the silence, by asking the same question again, even though you had wanted to answer it just about 30 minutes ago. You’d bet money on the reason that he kept asking, being that each time that you answered you gave him a small hint, “Will you tell me now what you actually do?”

“Maybe- if you get to know me better.” You turned the key to start the engine again then asking with another hint as to what your job was, “Consider this your lucky day, you’ve got a spook as your chauffeur. Now, where next Raymond?”

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Game Night.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader.

Word count: 1865.

Two weeks ago, your moms weren’t even talking to each other, now they can’t go five minutes without touching and kissing. You want to complain about it, but then you remember how bad it was those days without Lena in your house, so you just shut up and let them enjoy themselves.

“So, I was thinking…” Kara goes into the living room, popcorn in hand, settling in one couch with your mom. You’re on the opposite side, reaching out for the food. “We haven’t had a game night in a long time.”

“That’s true.” Lena agrees, taking the bowl from Kara’s hand and passing it to you.

“We should have one. You know, we can invite the Olsens, and you can invite your girlfriend.” Kara looks at you raising the eyebrows. You choke on one popcorn, and start coughing, turning red. “Kid are you alright?” Kara rushes to your side and you swallow hard.

“Rao, no.” You reach for your soda. They wait for you to recover yourself. “There’s no way I’m inviting Maya to a game night.”

“Why not?” Kara asks, a little pout coming up on her lips.

“Because you can’t play for fun.” You say and Lena gives Kara a little side smirk. “Don’t laugh, Mrs. Luthor. You’re even worse!”

“HA!” Kara says feeling victorious, but she soon stops and frowns. “Come on! Why can’t we have a nice time with her?”

You just raise one eyebrow.

“We’ll behave.” She promises. “Right, love? We can behave, right?”

You scoff.

“Even if you could, which we all know you can’t, there's no way of knowing the kind of embarrassment aunt Alex would put me through.” You say, making Kara roll her eyes in response.

“Look who’s a teenager now, feeling oh so embarrassed of her family.” She complains and you hold a laugh at her reaction. You look at Lena with pleading eyes, asking her to just drop this ridiculous idea, forgetting completely that Lena is now Maya’s number one fan.

“I think it’s an excellent idea!” Lena agrees with her head. “So, it’s settled.” What? No, it’s not. “We’ll have the Olsens and Maya for game’s night on Thursday.”

“Great.” You fake a smile and think of ways to get out from this.

But Thursday comes and you haven’t figured out yet. So, sooner than later, Maya is knocking on your door and you’re looking around to everyone’s face and their reaction. Rao, you hope they’ll behave.

“Hey babe!” Maya says when you open the door. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah, don’t thank me yet.” You smile and she gives you a kiss on the cheek, well aware of everyone’s eyes on both of you. “I’m sorry in advance.”

“Maya! Come in!” Kara smiles, throwing her arms up, looking way too excited to see someone she met once. It’s the beginning of the night and your cheeks are already burning red. “We’re about to divide the teams.”

“Oh, great.” Maya chimes, walking in, and you stand still. Should you pretend you’re not feeling well, and tell Maya to leave? “Hey! I got you, Mrs. Danvers!”

Well, shit.

“YES! PAN PALS!” Kara yells, high-fiving your girlfriend, and you drop your head low. This is going to be a really long night, won’t it?

“Come on, kiddo. It’s me and you.” Alex says and you smile a little. At least you have a chance to win, if everything else is going to be a bust.

“Well, I guess that leaves you with me, Jamie.” You hear Lena’s voice coming from the living room. “Come on, we’re all settled.”

Maya comes back to where you are, and holds your hand, pulling you towards the living room like she is trying to tell you that everything is ok, and you don’t have to be embarrassed. Not yet, anyways.

“Ok, should we start with Pictionary?” Kara asks, putting a few games on top of the table. You look at Lena and Jamie on the side of the living room, clearly coming up with codes for the game, and you turn to aunt Alex, sitting on the couch next to you.

“Where’s auntie?” You ask Alex, talking about Kelly.

“Oh, she’ll join later. She had one patient coming in late.” Alex looks at Maya in front of her, grabs her beer, and does her intimidation pose. You widen your eyes. “So, Maya-”

“Aunt! We should talk about our codes!” You scream, before she starts. And you hear Kara agreeing, pulling Maya to the side so they can talk. You look at Alex. “Please, don’t embarrass me. You know Kara is already going to do that way too much!”

“Then what else will I do? I thought everyone was supposed to embarrass you today.” She jokes and you roll your eyes. “Ok, fine. I’ll behave. So, what are our codes?”

The game starts with Lena and Jamie not being able to draw nor guess a skateboard. They absolutely suck. But weirdly Kara and Maya make a good duo, and they make you and Alex work very hard to try to win. In the end, it’s very close, but they win and Kara is just over the moon.

“The Pan Pals do it again!” Kara cheers excitedly.

“They do it for the first time, is what you mean.” Alex cuts her off, and you give Maya a smile.

“I just can’t believe I’ve beaten the two Luthors.” Maya says with a chuckle.

“Don’t get used to it.” Lena pretends to be annoyed, but then smiles. “Congratulation, pan pals.” She jokes.

Kelly arrives soon after, and you all have to think of a game with no teams, so she can join. You end up settling for Resistance.

“I don’t like Resistance.” Kara crosses her arms. She always loses this one.

“Yeah, ‘cause you can’t lie, momma.”

“I can lie!” Kara says and everyone, except Lena, gives her a little smile. “I can too! I said you were the cutest baby I’ve seen, but you looked like a potato with eyes!”

“Oh, yeah. You did.” Alex agrees next to you and you frown.

“You look like a potato now!” It’s your defense, but it doesn’t matter. Everyone is already laughing at you. Even Lena, which is hurtful. “Ok, whatever.”

“Oh, my baby.” Kara comes to hug you and you roll your eyes. “Sorry, you looked adorable.”

“You are aware I look EXACTLY like you, right?” You ask and she thinks about it for a second. “Yeah, well, you think about that next time.”

Despite Kara’s protest, the game is still fun. It doesn’t matter that Kelly wins, because she can tell when everyone is lying. It's still fun hanging out with all of them, and it’s nice to see Maya getting along well with everyone. Your heart feels like exploding in your chest from all the love you’re feeling.

You all play a bunch of quick games after that. And before you realize, you let your guard down. You should’ve known better than doing that. Your moms cannot behave.

“Lena!” Kara looks at Lena’s hand, and her UNO cards. “Please, don’t.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Lena drops her voice low, sounding like a true movie villain.

“Please, Lena.” Kara begs and you roll your eyes. Maya looks amused with the interaction, and that makes you smile a little, that is until Kara finishes her sentence. “Lena, I swear no sex for a week, if you do this.”

“OH MY GOD!” You yell, turning red, while everyone else laughs hard. You reach for Lena’s hand and put her +4 card down. “That’s it! Draw four. Stop talking. Good God.”

Maya is also turning red next to you, but from laughter. Jamie looks equally amused, and the only other person who is rolling her eyes is Alex. Kara huffs in her seat, but draws four cards, and stops talking for a little while. Thanks to Rao, Jamie has the winning card and the game ends quickly.

“Well, this has been fun.” You lie standing up, looking at Jamie that stands up right after. “But the young ones are going outside to play video game.”

Maya stands up, looking confused. Kara stands up too.

“You’re NOT young, momma.” You stop her, making Lena giggle into her wine glass, and Alex wheeze out a laughter.

“I was going to get more wine.” Kara rolls her eyes. “But that was offensive.”

You leave a pouting Kara behind, and make your way to the backyard, followed closely by Jamie and Maya. The three of you end up not playing anything, just talking and laughing about the night.

“Sorry about my moms, they’re-”

“So fun!” Maya finishes your sentence, with a smile. “Seriously, they’re so cool! I wish my parents were this chill.” She pokes Jamie. “Your moms are pretty awesome too. I hope Kelly didn’t over analyze me.”

“Oh, she definitely did.” Jamie says, making you agree with your head. “But I’m sure she liked you.”

“They all did.” You know that for sure.

“Yeah, we all did.” Alex says, poking her head through the door with a smile. “Work emergency, so we've gotta go.” She points inside.

“Oh!” You and Jamie stand up immediately knowing what that means.

“Maya, Kelly can give you a ride back home, if you’d like.” Alex adds, and Maya stands up, agreeing with her head.

“Yeah! Sure, thanks!” She says, and the three of you make your way to the living room.

Everyone goes around saying goodbyes. Alex already rushed out the door, and Kelly is picking up her stuff to leave.

“Oh, where’s your momma? I wanna say goodbye to her.” Maya says and your eyes widen looking at Lena, well-aware Kara flew out of the house even before Alex went outside to call you guys.

“She-She is not feeling so well.” Lena answers. “She’s upstairs. But don’t worry, I’ll tell her you said goodbye. And I’m sure you two will be seeing each other again soon, because you’re more than welcomed here, dear.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Luthor.” Maya waves Lena goodbye, and you breathe out in relief.

“I’ll walk you out!” You say, grabbing Maya’s hand and guiding her to Kelly’s momvan parked on the driveway. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Great.” She gives you a quick kiss, before Kelly shows up. “I had a great time. Your family is amazing, I get now why you’re so awesome.”

Jamie coughs behind you two.

“And Jamie. Yeah.” Maya adds with a smile. “I get why both of you are so great!”

“Nice save, babe.” You kiss her again, and smile. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too.” Maya kisses one more time and gets in Kelly’s momvan. You watch them leaving then make your way inside the house.

“See.” Lena says as soon as you walk in. “We can behave.” You raise one eyebrow at her. “I mean, I can behave.”

“Yeah, you can.” You agree and Lena walks to you, giving you a kiss on the head.

“Are you happy?” She asks looking at your face, and your smile widens in response. “Good! That’s all I want for you, babygirl.”

And you are happy. Probably the happiest you’ve ever been. Finally.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supercorpfamily #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader

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𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧. || 🌪💦 (1.4)

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➦ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

➦ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐮

➦ 𝐖/𝐂 | 3k

➦ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒  | 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫,  𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬  𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

➦ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 + 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

POC = person of color

adriana did it often. whenever she had some time for herself in the midst of her hectic school days she would make it her duty to get to the bathroom just so she can fix her makeup. she didn’t wear makeup because she thought it made her beautiful but it covered up the scars her ex made on her skin. she refused for anyone else to see them or even get a slight glimpse of them. she wanted to leave all that in the past. she didn’t want to have to explain her bruises to anyone.

often times he would try to come back. trying to love her the ‘right’ way this time, or trying to swoon her into thinking that he was finally going to be the man she always wanted. only to be the man she always hated yet again. she didn’t want to be in this situation. she was twenty six she wanted a life, she wanted love and she wanted a family. she loved the kids she taught like they were her own of course but she couldn’t wait for the day she would finally be called mommy.

she was starting to like yeonjun. not just for the sex--although that was pretty good too. but she saw him every morning and every afternoon dropping off and picking up his children, hugging them, kissing them, holding them near him at all times. even if he forgot something he would drop it off in the middle of his day or even if the slightest inconvenience happened to them he would drop everything at the drop of a dime. he had even been invested in their school work, their grades and progress, more than adriana has ever seen any dad concerned about their child. she found that she wasn’t just attracted to the sex, but she was attracted to love he had for his kids.

“ms. A! ms.A!”. myla called frantically from her chair while sipping on her juice box. it happened to be lunch time and the children were sitting at their tables happily chatting away while making messes of their faces. adriana touches her back softly,

“yes myla?”.

she points to the bright pink sticky note inside her lunch box. “what does that say?”.

adriana crouches down to her level to get a better look. she clutches the sticky note and reads it loud enough for myla to hear.

“enjoy your lunch myla. have a great day! daddy loves you ♡ “

adriana smiles a bit, “your dad left you a note today. do you want to maybe keep it and put it in your pocket?”.

myla nods excitedly, opening in her pocket for adriana to just shove it in there. she folds it neatly though and places it that way instead. she stands to her feet shortly after.

“ten more minutes left of lunch time guys, make sure you’re eating”. she announces prior to returning to her desk to finish organizing worksheets.

“your dad packs you lunch?”. andrew, one of the children at the table had asked. myla nods while happily biting into an apple slice.

“that’s so weird. packing lunch is for mommies. My mommy packs my lunch”.

“me too!”.

“ou me three!”.

“‘me four!”.

the other children decided to chime in. their small voices were drowned out by the indistinct chatter around the room. myla slouched her shoulders in shame. she hadn’t thought it was weird for her dad to pack her lunch all this time.

“well my daddy likes to pack my lunch”. she decided to say, although not knowing if she was trying convince them or herself.

“your daddy is weird”. Paige says, chewing into her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“he’s not weird don’t talk about my daddy”.

“yes he is. packing lunch is for mommies”. Andrew adds again, licking the oreo icing off the cookie.

myla clenches her small fists growing a little angry at the obnoxious boy. “shut up. daddies can do it too”.

“no they can’t! unless your daddy is a girl. is your daddy a girl?”. he teases, leaving the rest of her lunch table flooding in laughter. myla felt ashamed at each and every kid who laughed at her and made fun of her father. she could feel her cheeks heat and salty tears well in her eyes. she clutched her juice box angrily and threw it at andrew’s face.

“Ow!!”.

“don’t talk about him ever!”.

he rubs his face and sticks out his tongue. “that’s why he’s still a girl!”

“myla! andrew? what is going on?”. adriana rises from her chair behind her desk, only for myla to run straight out of the classroom in full fledge tears.

“you know, you’re really pretty”. daniel complimented his girlfriend Luna. and that she was. she had this pretty black hair that spiraled down her back with bangs along her forehead. she wore these vibrant pastel colored dresses everyday. most importantly though she was sweet to Daniel. and that was something he came to love.

she smiles behind her book at him. It was reading time. yet the duo decided to use the time to whisper to one another instead of reading those boring books that their teacher handed them. “thank you. I showed my mom a picture of you yesterday. she said you’re a cute boy”. daniel chuckles a little. “well tell her I said thank you. It’s been a while since someone has called me that. other than you”.

she strings a piece of hair behind her ear in wonder. “really? my mom always calls me cute. doesn’t yours?”. daniel bites the inside of his cheek in thought. he couldn’t remember the last time his mother even saw him long enough to compliment him. but he wasn’t going to admit that to Luna. he moves his head in uncertainty. “sometimes I guess,”. He lied. “not as much as yours probably though”.

she lays a hand on his shoulder. “well you’re a cute boy daniel”. and that kind of made his heart warm. when Luna reminded daniel of his mother’s shortcomings it was all he could really think about throughout the day. there were a lot of things that he could say his mother hadn’t done for him. for example, most of his friends often bring leftover dinner that their mom cooked to eat at school the next day. or they would talk about the complications of their mom doing their laundry, being too overprotective, nursing them to health when they were sick.

Leah hadn’t done these things since daniel was younger. he only held a faint memory of her making this extravagant dinner one day for his dad’s birthday one year, but that was about it. it never necessarily bothered him because his dad was always there. his dad did his laundry, his dad cooked dinner, his dad was overprotective and his dad took care of him when he sick.

and this was the way it always have been in daniel’s mind. Luna kisses him on the cheek at dismissal before grabbing her jacket and running to her mother’s side. daniel drums his fingers on the table while glimpsing at the both of them. the way she hugged Luna and kissed her forehead, helping her get her jacket on. he could tell she did everything in love, too. daniel wondered if that was why luna was so sweet and kind. he wondered if maybe that’s why he liked her so much.

she had the aura of a mom.

yeonjun approaches the classroom door and myla immediately ran to his legs with a sour expression, to which he he picked her up and allows her head to fall into the crook of his neck. “whats the matter my?”. he whispers, signing his name on the sign out sheet. Adriana advances her way over to them both.

“hey yeonjun. a situation happened with myla and another student today, he was teasing her and she threw her juice box at him. I let myla off with a warning since I don’t tolerate throwing things in my classroom, however since the student was teasing her about personal issues he’s receiving a greater punishment”.

yeonjun nods. “make sure you call me about these types of things alright?”.

adriana’s heart sank. he looked kind of angry but she couldn’t really tell. “will do”. she breathed. damn it. calling him was the one thing she forgot to do.

daniel was glad to leave his classroom when his father arrived. he was already at the door in fact. yeonjun ruffles his hair and pulls him close. After he signed him out though, it was unusual having two silent kids walking with him to the car.

he adjusts the rearview mirror. “myla? what happened at school today?”. she shook her head with a pout at her lips. he knew he was probably going to have to try again when she felt better. it still didn’t stop him from feeling bad though. he nudged daniel next, who was currently staring out the window in the passenger seat.

“what happened with you today?”.

he too gave him a stand-offish response and shrugs his shoulders. he wished he hadn’t let his thoughts get the best of him. he wished it didn’t bother him as much as it did. if only him or myla knew how much their silence and emotions really broke their father’s heart. he’d much rather have them arguing. he decided to reroute himself, choosing to go to one of their favorite destinations.

arriving at pizza planet was one of the best things yeonjun could’ve done. upon arrival myla and daniel could already feel today’s weight lift off their shoulders a little especially with the loud music and obnoxious arcade games blaring at them when they stepped in.

“order whatever you want”. yeonjun says, approaching the food counter with both of them on either side of him. myla clutches his hand, “really? anything?”. yeonjun nods. “yeah anything”. and once the answer was confirmed it took no time for the duo to put in their freakishly odd orders. myla mainly ordered a bunch of desserts that yeonjun knew she didn’t need and Daniel ordered a shitload of pizza. Combined with yeonjun’s order it totaled to quite a dime, but yeonjun didn’t mind at all.

“daddy can we play the games please please please?”.

“yeah can we play the games?”.

“yeah hold on”, yeonjun pauses before pooling out two five dollar bills from his wallet for the both of them. to which they took the money and immediately ran off excitedly to the token exchange machine. Yeonjun laughs in their trail, “wow! no thank you?”.

“thank you daddy!”. they said in unison, rushing to stuff the coins in their pockets.

yeonjun sat at the booth seat and awaited the food although it took a while. the waitress placed everything down neatly around the table.

“so? do you have a girlfriend?”. she asks completely catching yeonjun off guard. she couldn’t look more than seventeen years old.

“married. plus I think you’re a little too young sweetheart”.

she tilts her head a little and smiles with her eyes still focused on getting the drinks on the table. “I’m legal though”.

“no thank you sweetheart”.

in a way it kind of scared him. she was legal sure, but a young adult willing to date a married man with children? it made yeonjun question her morals. especially when she gifted him a small wink before telling him to enjoy his meal.

yeonjun shakes his head in disbelief before calling his kids over to the table. there wasn’t a better feeling to him than seeing them happily munching on their food with attitudes that starkly contrasted the ones they had in the car. he took and napkin and curled it around his finger before wiping the smudged off of myla’s cheeks.

“dad! I finally beat myla in Mario kart”.

“no you didn’t daniel! you’re a cheater”.

“no I won. you just don’t want to admit you lost”.

“I didn’t!”.

“yes you did”.

“don’t worry myla. I’ll teach you how to beat him next time”. yeonjun adds.

“really? do you know how to play?”.

“pft. I’ve been playing Mario kart before you both were even born”.

“that would be cheating! you can’t help her dad that’s not fair”.

myla rolls her eyes choosing to change the subject. “what was I like daddy? when I was born?”.

“very quiet. and sleepy”.

“I didn’t smile or anything?”.

“well when you were a newborn you were kind of mean. you didn’t want anyone to hold you except me”.

myla laughs. “really?”.

“yeah. you were so mean to your mom oh my gosh. you didn’t want to drink milk from the bottle even if she was holding it”.

“was I ever nice?”.

“hm. you were nice when you were just a few months old but only a little bit. you were really calm and relaxed though. you just wanted to play and sleep”.

“what about me?”. daniel asks next.

“oh god, daniel. you were a crybaby”.

myla laughs pointing her finger in his face. “Ha!”.

daniel ignores her though and continues. “what did I cry about?”.

“everything. when you were happy, when you were sad, when you were mad, when you had to sit, when we tried to get you to play, while you were eating. you just cried all the time. we were starting to think you just hated us”.

daniel laughs to himself a bit. “was I good looking?”.

“of course. you and myla were really chubby so it made you even more adorable. you guys always got lots of compliments”.

“more than logan?”.

“No one gets more compliments than logan. not even me”.

daniel decided to playfully tease. “whatever dad we know Logan is your favorite”,

yeonjun laughs. “no he’s not don’t say that. I have no favorites”.

myla sneaks her arms around him. “I’m your favorite right daddy?”.

“why would you be the favorite? you’re annoying”. daniel teases again.

“guys. I have no favorites. you all are my favorites. alright?”.

the both of them scoff wanting him to admit who his favorite was. but they decided they wouldn’t pressure him today since the arcade games were still waiting on them.

***

and being home was like it was every night. yeonjun took care of the household and made sure things were getting done at a reasonable time. but there was always one chore that yeonjun never failed to nag his children about.

“daniel clean your room. what’s that pile of clothes on the floor?”. he points with logan wide awake and clinging to his chest. he stuffs a hand in his mouth and gurgles.

with the gaming headset on daniel didn’t realize how loud his voice actually was. but he was playing over-watch and he failed to lose this mission.

“one more minute dad”.

“do it now. I’m starting laundry soon and I need to know what’s dirty”.

the boy huffs and assures his teammates his return. although his father was being a nag he didn’t hesitate to think the same thoughts he had gotten in school. he was afraid to talk to yeonjun about them. he didn’t want to stress him out more than usual. above all else daniel noticed his mother’s absence during moments such as this and that made him even more grateful for his father.

“thank you. I’m coming back to check”.

daniel wondered if it would be odd to tell him that he loved him at that moment. so he just kept his mouth shut.

you’re annoying but I love you dad, he wanted to say.

thank you for loving me the way that mom doesn’t, he wanted to say.

“myla put your toys in your toy chest. is your laundry basket full?”.

she replies with her eyes still focused on playing with her dolls in her dollhouse. “okay. yes I think”.

yeonjun lugs the basket with him to the door. but myla had a question in mind.

“daddy?”.

“yes?”.

“is packing lunch for mommies?”.

“hm? what do you mean?”.

“the boy at school today said that his mommy packs his lunch. and all the other kids said that their mommies pack their lunch too. what’s wrong if you pack mine?”.

yeonjun’s heart sank. this was the one thing he didn’t want for them.

“there’s nothing wrong me packing it myla. don’t let those kids tell you any different”.

“how come mommy doesn’t do it?”.

“she’s just— she’s just busy. but daddies pack lunch all the time”.

“they do?”.

“yeah. don’t feel bad alright? I do it because I love you and I want to make sure you eat well even while you’re in school. It’s just another form of me showing you how much I love you”.

myla rushes over to hug his legs. it relieved her that he said that. she was starting to think she was just an outcast.

“I love you too”. she whispers.

yeonjun smiles a little and kisses her on her forehead. “I love you more. now go play so I can make sure your brother cleaned his room”.

doing loads of laundry were that bad considering yeonjun always made sure he stayed on top of it all. his kids never had too much dirty clothes so it never took long. “are you ready to do laundry with me logan?”. yeonjun coos to the small baby before opening the washing machine. he turns it on, allowing the water to flood the bottom but something black caught his eye. It happened to be floating in the water.

he reaches his hand down and pulls it out trying to figure out what it was. but once he brought it up for his eyes to see in the light he wasn’t too pleased. it was an opened condom wrapper.

and yeonjun knew it wasn’t his.

#yeonjun #yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun #yeonjun fanfic #choi yeonjun smut #single father au #smut au

[stay-midnight]

Wrong Wishes were Made~ or was it wrong?

Elf Seungmin x Male Reader

Word #: 2.7K Words

Triggering Stuff: Explicit Smut, Awkward.

Warnings/Kinks: Dominant/Top Kim Seungmin, Submissive/Bottom Male Reader, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Use protection!! :<) Spit as Lubricant (Use a lube that is made for sexual purposes) Teasing, Wish Sex, Whiny Reader, Begging, Fingering, Cumming, Nipple Play, Licking, Aftercare isn’t shown(Please, do not ever leave your partner hanging after sex.) and Slight Hair Pulling.

Min’s notes: This was supposed to be the Christmas special :l I’m sorry i posted it so very late- djdjd.

A jolly atmosphere arose in the town of Snowday, whenever there‘s Christmas, there is happiness or so the mayor always said. No matter what, Christmas day on Snowday were always full of joy and community activities and this year’s Christmas wasn’t any different as you found yourself collecting money from house to house, grumbling in dissatisfaction leaving behind a trail of grumpy emotions in your wake.

Another doorbell you pressed, hating that 'ding' sound as you’ve heard it a million times from your boring trip. “Hi, ma’am, would you be inclined to donate for Snowday charity?” Your lips curving up in a fake smile as you spoke.

“Tch.” the old lady said under her breath, but you heard it which made your eye twitch in annoyance at her clear temper. The old lady when inside and after a while she came back, throwing coins at you which landed on the floor.

You kept the smile on your face as she shut the door, you collected the pieces of silver nickels on the ground, and as you got far away from the house, “What a bitch.” you cursed in annoyance.

You seethed as you walked over from house to house until twilight shrouds the sky, turning it dimmer and dimmer by the long minutes.

You sighed in relief after you delivered the money-filled bag back to the charity building.

Sadly, you had no family to celebrate with nor friends due to your lack of social skills and the fact that your family is in another continent. You didn’t have enough money right now to travel and clearly your family was not gonna pay for it.

You walked over to your house and unlocked your front door, taking in the authentic and rustic smell of the inside due to Snowday’s houses were very aesthetic-like with the cabin looks and stuff.

You gasped silently as you saw a shadow near your living room, on instict, you grab an umbrella to arm yourself. Well.. I guess whatever works and that anything can be a weapon.

You took a peek slowly and the first thing you saw are pointy ears and what you identified as a brown-haired male, “Who and why are you in my house?” you questioned loudly, holding the umbrella up tightly—taking a defensive stance.

The male harmlessly walked towards you and as he got more closer, you noticed his features was a bit out of this world... ‘He’s really pretty..’ was the first thought came to your head.

You regain conscience and glared at him, “Stay A—” he immediately cut you off by kissing you on the lips which suprised you, stumbling back into the wall with shock.

He then started to strip his clothes which made you let out the weirdest noise you ever let out, “W- What are you doing!?” you said covering your eyes with your hands, a bit embarrassed as what this man was doing.

He tilted his head in confusion and furrowed his eyebrows. “Didn’t you wish for this?”

Wish? Your mind was a bit hazy and confused at his words, then a memory popped into your head.

Five days ago, a doorbell rang in your house—cabin, you didn’t know what to call it. You sighed as you remove the apron you were wearing and turned off the stove, that was boiling the meat for your dinner.

You walked over the door and saw a small male with white hair, “Yes? What do you need?” you asked him in a calm tone. You noticed he was holding a gold box and a bunch of papers.

“Your wish for Christmas, sir” He said with a small smile, giving you a paper and a pen.

“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrow as you took the paper and pen slowly.

“Write your wish and it shall be granted.” he said and nodded alot, encouraging you to do it.

You were very much skeptical in his words and that lead you to write something on the paper as a ‘joke’ you wrote bluntly:

‘ To be fucked ’

And you spent the whole evening after that, laughing because of what you wrote at the piece of paper.

Fuck. you thought. “I p-put it in as joke okay?!” you stuttered out the first part due to find him shirtless now.

His ears twitched slightly,

“Well. That can’t be, wishes in the wishing ballot can’t be took back. So either I fuck you or I’ll be attached to you until I do.” He explained in a calm demeanor but you slightly tell he was getting annoyed.

He proceeded to unbutton his jeans— “Take a seat first!” you shouted out before he managed to pull them down. He looked at you with curiousity, “Why?” the male said

You sighed and gestured him to sit down the couch, he nodded slowly and faced you, “Okay look, this is weird. An elf-looking person wants to fuck me? I don’t even know your name for Pete’s sake!” you groaned out.

“Yes. The name’s Seungmin and I’m not ‘elf-looking’ I am an elf.” he said nonchalantly, moving closer to you before placing a hand on your thigh, you pushed the hand away with an awkward laugh.

“Can we please, just get this over with?” said the elf in front of you in a bored-stricken voice. You shook your head in disapproval with Seungmin letting out a sigh after.

“Look here, I won’t be able to get back to the north unless I grant the wish you placed on the ballot, and I very much want to go back now,” Seungmin spoke in a deep voice, almost as if he was trying to coax you into letting himself have you, which he is trying to.

“Uh, I’m not ready?” you said with a flustered face clearly not used to this.

He grinned and decided to have fun teasing you, “Hmm? What’s there to be ready about?~ You’ll just have to take me like a good boy~” he teased with his honey-like voice.

You look at him, your mouth hanging open as you kept on blinking in shock.

“How and why did you even agree to granting my ‘wish’ ” you asked curiously still a bit suspicious of him, what if he just was a random person that read your wísh and snuck inside your house, and many more thoughts like that kept popping inside your head.

He chuckled, “I was the one tasked by our leader since I was not listening to him and ‘being sarcastic’.” He rolled his eyes at the memory, “But enough about that..” He continued as he placed his shoulder on top of his knee to support his chin as he leaned towards you, “I must say, I’m intrigued about you Y/N~” He said, smirking.

“What’s there to be intrigued about?” you said, nervously, swallowing the saliva that was forming at the sides of your mouth due to nervousness now.

“A lot, the fact that you seem to submissive for someone who had never taken it from the back, are you a still a virgin~?” he asked questioningly with a small smirk playing at his lips, his eyes boring into your very being and lips slightly flaking due to dryness of the air causing him to lick his lips to keep it red and plump.

“I’m not... I just never been fucked before... Plus, I only wrote that as a joke..” You spoke slowly, you wore a thin smile, guilt slightly erupting inside you at the fact that this elf is just granting your wish, no more no less.

He sighed, “Well there is really nothing I could do about it now... I’ll stick with you if you don’t really want it.” Seungmin sighed out, grabbing the shirt he removed earlier and wore it back on.

You nod slowly and sat down, “Well uhm... It’s okay as long as it helps you since I did cause you trouble.” you said, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.

His eyes lit up at that as he stared at you with a noticeable happy glint in his eyes, “Should we do it now?” Seungmin said, his puppy expression is melting your inside as you giggle at his antics.

“T-Then, please be gentle with me..” You said, looking at him slightly nervous, which made Seungmin look at you in awe.

“Of course Y/N.” Your name rolling of his tongue sweetly as he moved closer and sat right next to you. His sweet smile immediately turned to a grin, looking at you with hunger.

“You’re too pretty and cute~” The elf teased, caressing your hips before pinning you down the couch as your breath hitched on your throat.

You were shocked by his words as you gulped, looking at the dandy elf in the eyes. He leaned down to your ear, “You said to go gentle on you, but I bet you’d like it if I destroy you~” Seungmin whispered, biting the lobe of your ear.

You whimpered in response, grinding up against him, “You like the sound of that? If you ever get fucked by somebody all you could think would be no one but me.” His lips trailing to your jawline, kissing it.

“I should thank Chan for picking me to do this cause I’ve never seen a more pretty human than you, Y/N.” He bites your neck, marking all of it, sending you shivers down your spine.

“Want me to fuck you that you’ll remember it for days? Is that your wish pet?” He mumbles as you let out a sigh.

He trailed his hand underneath your shirt and pinched a nipple making you gasp and throw your head back, “Hmm? I asked a question and I expect an answer.” He said, digging his fingers on your skin, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Y-Yes Seungmin...” You pant, not really used to being under someone. You stare at his face, taking notes of his features, a bit taken aback that someone so cute and puppy like features be this dominant.

He trailed his other hand further down, his fingers trailing past the visible tent between your legs, “Someone’s quite excited, hm?” He then gave it a squeeze eliciting a whine coming from your very lips.

“Please... G-Get it over with.... I want this...” You huffed, thrusting your hips against his.

He smirked, “Ah ah, patience.” he continued teasing you, he removed every piece of your clothing leaving you a flustered mess.

He brushed his hand against the tip of your cock and grabbed it fully, wrapping it with his chilled hands making you hiss at the coldness. “Your cock is cute.” he chuckled kissing the tip of it, digging his nails on your slit making you yelp and whine.

“Please please, just— just fuck me already.” you babbled, bucking up into his hand, your mind hazy from pleasure and needy for the elf’s touches, he grins as he look down at you.

He then proceeded encircling his thumb around the head, watching you get more needier by the second, your begs and whines sounding like music to Seungmin’s ear.

You arch your back at the pleasure when he started to slowly jerk you off, making sure your sensitive is increased tenfold.

But when he suddenly removed his hand that was jerking you off, you let out a loud whine at that and started thrusting your hips up his knees that was settled in between your thighs.

“Patience. baby.” He murmured dangerously and held your hips down. Seungmin then lifted one of your legs up and placed it on your shoulder, he then encircled his index finger on your rim— and that made you crumble fully.

“Don’t tease, please.. Want...” You trailed off, let out a thin moan when he finally inserted a finger, the feeling so foreign but pleasurable, you started rocking your hips to his fingers.

You grit your teeth to keep the embarrassing sounds stuck on your throat from coming out, he slapped your thigh. “Stay still.” he commanded, his voice sending waves of pleasure to your already fully hard dick.

You didn’t even notice that he had fully three fingers in you, he curled his fingers upwards hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves causing your moans get louder and your breathing more erratic. “Fuck, I need you inside, please Seungmin..!” you shouted.

After removing his fingers from your hole, he then removed his pants and boxers along with his shirt, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on you before Seungmin spat on his hand to coat his own length, giving it a few strokes.

He then positioned his tip on your rim, your hole clenching in need as he continued teasing you, you had enough of his teasing and switched both of your position so you were on top before dropping down on him, making him gasp in suprise as he felt your warm walls around him.

“Fuck.” you groaned as your body trembled in pain from the entry making you stay still in his hip, to make sure not to hurt yourself too much.

“You’re too impatient, Y/N.” he grinned placing his big hands on your waist as you slowly started to rise yourself up and slamming down again—sending waves of pain and pleasure across your whole body.

“Too big...” You breathed out, releasing a moan as his head bluntly hit your prostate.

“Feels good, pet?” he said, caressing your hipbone.

You nod in response and he shook his head before he thrusted upwards making you let out a small scream. “Answer me with words.” he growled.

“F-Feels amazing... Hngh...” you steadied your breathing and relaxed your body, allowing Seungmin to thrust more easily, he bit your chest; marking it as his. He licked a striped up a nipple making your shiver in pleasure.

He looked at you as if you were his prey, dark lusty eyes and the dim moonlight shining through your window complimenting his beautiful pale skin. Snow heavily falling crystallizing your window in a thin layer of ice. You didn’t even noticed that the fire inside the fireplace had extinguished on its own due to the lack of new firewood.

You closed your eyes and lean your head back as you just let the pleasure course through your body and nerves. You gasped as you were suddenly lifted up the couch, your walls tightened around his cock, Seungmin let out a hiss at that, “Let’s go to your bedroom, I want to play with you more..” he whispered as he buried his face at your shoulder.

“I-It’s over there...” You pointed at a corridor.

“I’ll make this the best fuck, that you have ever gotten baby~” he growled playfully. He pulled out to carry you more efficiently to your bedroom but your lips never left his own as you both made out, tongues fighting against each other.

. .

After sometime of making out, you felt him lay you down on a soft mattress, he widened your legs more, reinserting himself on your already-abused hole from earlier, you moaned weakly as he kept pistoning his hips on your ass. “Fuck Seungmin... I’m gonna cum..” You breathed out.

He smirked and gripped your cock, slowly jerking it off. You moaned and gripped the elf’s hair, pulling on it after every thrust.

“You may cum, but we are far away from being done.” He whispered seductively , his lips moving back to your nipple as you came, white liquid shooting out from your tip, hitting his chest and also your own.

Let’s just after that was night full of your moans and Seungmin’s groans, as you’ve came atleast 3 more times while he came twice inside of you.

. . .

Morning came, and you look to your side finding him missing.

You blink twice as you register the missing elf making tears prick the side of your eyes, but then you found a note at your nightstand. You picked up the note and read:

I’ll come back in a week Y/N~ I’ll just help clean the messy workshop and talk to my leader. - Seung

You immediately sighed in relief and thought,

Maybe that wish wasn’t so bad after all.

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