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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Pushover. psh jwy

TW: exhibitionism, fingering, oral female receiving, dirty talk, praise, degradation, grinding, slight bondage, good ole fashion fucking, cock stepping apparently, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, probably other stuff that have escaped my mind cuz writing this felt like a fever dream. So wooyoung is involved pretty heavily involved in this, like many of the kinks listed are done on him and by him so there you have it. Also yeosang is directly involved for like 4 seconds, also please just assume any tags mentioned in the first part that are not listed here may also pop up.

Part 1 (this is a direct continuation of this timestamp)

WC: 5k words of pure smut.

You were hardly aware of your surroundings. Nestled into Seonghwa’s lap, your head fell back onto his shoulder and your eyes screwed shut. You could hear the garbled sound of your boyfriend’s voice rumbling next to your ear, but the slim fingers working in and out of your wet hole stopped any thoughts from entering your brain. Your panties had been pushed aside only enough for him to slip two fingers inside you but you were already keening.

Seonghwa knew how to work you, knew how to make you fall apart and he would usually take his time doing it. Normally you had to put in the work for this kind of treatment, you would have to be especially good and listen to him well during the day, a single misstep or disobeyed words would leave you hopeless, but you had gotten very good at behaving. Why would you when he treated you so well? Not to mention that Seonghwa had something to prove today, without an exchange of words you already knew to be on your best behavior today.

“So what do you say, Woo? It’s your call.” Seonghwa spoke with a cool calm tone. His free hand tapped your side and you knew he wanted your attention for the next part, so your head lifted up and you pulled your eyes open to face the room.

Seven pairs of eyes were glued to you and your boyfriend, all in various stages of embarrassment to downright turned on, but the ones that caught your attention were none other than Wooyoung’s. Because it seemed for the first time the man was at a complete loss for words. His mouth was flapping open and closed like a fish out of water but his complexion was suddenly very pink. He was watching with careful eyes the way Seonghwa’s fingers slipped in and out of you, each time pulling more wetness from you, where it pooled on Seonghwa’s pant leg and made his fingers glisten.

“Are you going to answer me? I don’t appreciate being ignored Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded again, this time with a much steelier tone. Snapped out of his reverie Wooyoung’s eyes flung up to your boyfriend's hard gaze and he made a confused noise. Wooyoung’s body twitched at Seonghwa’s disappointed sigh and somewhere in the room, you heard Mingi muttering to Jongho.

“I asked you a question Woo, do you have an answer?”

Wooyoung’s eyes flitted around the room, desperately looking for aid in the faces of his friends, but none came. They seemed perfectly content to watch the loud boy struggle for words. Eventually, he looked to you for help with pleading eyes, you weren’t quite sure what he wanted you to do but before you could even ponder Seonghwa slipped another finger inside you, stretching you open, even more, making your lips fall open with a pleased sigh and your brain clouded over again.

“Don’t look to her for help, she listened well and is getting her reward. You can’t possibly expect her to risk that to help you. Now, I don’t like repeating myself Woo, so I’m only going to do it once. Do you still think I’m too much of a pushover?” Seonghwa spoke with icy venom.

Wooyoung frantically shook his head ‘no.’ You almost felt sorry for the man when your boyfriend's face turned to stone. Wooyoung noticed it too, and in a moment of frantic panic he realized his mistake and pushed out the word “No!” With perhaps a little too much force. Your head turned to look at Seonghwa’s sharp side profile. He looked very pleased with himself. Rightfully so, taking charge was his forte in times like these.

Seonghwa returned your gaze with a smirk. Using his free hand he gently took your chin between his fingers and pulled you in for a deep kiss. The hand working inside you slowed it is ministrations, but you knew better than to voice your disapproval. Seonghwa’s lips effortlessly urged yours to open and his long tongue slipped between them. Seonghwa’s kisses were always so, strong? He put so much force into every press of the lips and every swipe of the tongue head spun with excitement. Your eyes feel shut almost immediately, moving your mouth gently along with your boyfriend.

It seems you got a little too lost in the feeling of the kiss and the gentle push of the hand working inside you because you were slowly becoming more and more vocal with each passing second. What started as soft groans were now developing into full moans that were only slightly muffled by Seonghwa’s lips. But a sudden squeal from across the room drew both of your attention. Seonghwa broke the kiss to peer across the room at none other than Wooyoung, whose pink complexion had turned bright red since you last looked at him. Also notable, was the way he kept clenching his thighs together and making small grinding motions.

He wasn’t completely alone in this, one quick glass around the room showed you that all of your friends seemed to be enjoying the scene before them, many of them sporting hard dicks of their own (San and Hongjoong especially had taken to slowly palming themselves over their jeans) but none seemed to be quite as affected as the boy directly across for you.

“Getting impatient?” Seonghwa asked with disinterest.

“No,” Wooyoung replied, trying to match your boyfriend's tone but failing miserably.

“We’ve barely started and you're already rutting against the floor like a dog, are you sure this isn’t too much for you?” Seonghwa asked in a tone of mock concern. Seonghwa pulled his fingers from you to instead gently circle your clit with care. You. Squirmed again. The truth was you were remarkably close to the cumming. A fact Seonghwa probably knew. You tried to reassure yourself, knowing that in the current circumstances a high reward was coming your way soon, but the sudden emptiness was disappointing none the less and while it showed on your face you dared not make a sound.

“Get on with it then,”

You winced. Knowing the kind of reaction Wooyoung’s words would bring. Seonghwa’s face hardened. Much darker than you had seen in a long time. One quick glance to the side told you that the younger boy's word had left Seonghwa seething. He stayed silent for a moment, but not inactive. His fingers dancing across your folds seemed to gain a sense of purpose, and with sudden and unexpected vigor, Seonghwa worked them in a way that made your legs twitch and your hole clench around nothing.

“Can I, please?” You asked aloud, though it was clear who you were talking to.

“Go ahead little one,” Seonghwa encouraged with a surprisingly gentle tone.

A loud whine came from your open mouth and the room watched with rapt attention as your body came undone. Even Seonghwa pulled eyes dangerous gaze away from Wooyoung who had been gulping with fear, to watch with soft eyes at the way his pretty girl fell apart for him.

It must have been a truly lewd sight. Your body spasming freely as your glistening core twitched, not to mention your chest covered with marks given to you by the very man who caused your pleasure. The helpless cries were only the cherry on top to the room of onlookers, Yunho had even let out a low groan of his own. But the man of the hour, as it seemed, Wooyoung had returned to his stunned silence, watching the way Seonghwa continued to toy with your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible for the room to enjoy.

Seonghwa turned back to Wooyoung and stopped his work on you only after the majority of your orgasm had passed, leaving you breathless and panting. You felt Seonghwa’s hard cock digging into your ass, but Seonghwa had other matters to attend to first. He fixed Wooyoung with a hard gaze and gave a simple command.

“Come here,”

Wooyoung froze at his words, unable to look away. Yeosang, who had been enjoying Wooyoung’s torment far more than the others urged his forward with a small push on the shoulder, which snapped him out of his trance, and after a moment he slowly crawled across the floor to sit on the floor before you.

Everyone in the room seemed shocked by this turn of events, yourself included, but one quick look from Seonghwa’s encouraging smile settled your nerves. Besides, your brain way still basking in the aftermath of your orgasm so this all seemed much more exciting than you would admit out loud.

With a pinch on your outer thigh from Seonghwa your legs instinctively opened wider, giving Wooyoung an eye full of your now slightly swollen core. Seonghwa reached between your legs and spread your pussy open, exposing your still pulsing hole to the man on the floor, and with one simple sentence, changed the tone of the night for good.

“Get on with it then,”

“What?” Wooyoung sputtered helplessly, looking up to your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Your attitude has done nothing but remind me how wonderfully obedient my pretty girl is,” as Seonghwa spoke you subconsciously cuddled further into his chest, his eyes flicked to you and he gave you a reassuring squeeze on your neck with his free hand, “and I think she should be rewarded before I deal with that mouth of yours.”

Wooyoung’s eyes shown with realization as it finally dawned on him exactly what his teasing had gotten him into. His eyes flicked around to the faces of his friends only to see them waiting expectantly for Wooyoung to do as he was told. He looked back to Seonghwa and opened his mouth, to apologize, to beg, to l say anything at all, but no words came out. Seonghwa frowned at him.

“Don’t you think she’s been good?” Your boyfriend asked accusatorily.

“Yes, she has-“ Wooyoung started.

Seonghwa’s finger slipped down to drag through your folds and collect the wetness gathering there. You were still incredibly sensitive from your orgasm and the movement made you shudder a gasp. Wooyoung’s eyes followed the action with a downright hungry gaze but something was still restraining him from acting. Seonghwa held out his wet finger in front of the boy's face, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

“I’m not going to say it again. Get. On. With. It.”

It seemed whatever defiant streak had been holding the boy back had finally broken. Wooyoung’s head snapped forward and took the Seonghwa’s long shining finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. A loud whinny groan came from the boy instantaneously and after a moment his lips pulled away with a loud pop. With his new resolve Wooyoung’s eyes zeroed in on your face blushing face and with an incredibly what look his eyes snapped back down and he dove in.

An unapologetic scream ripped from your open mouth. The first sensation you felt was pain, you have only fully come down from your high a minute or so prior and your clit was still incredibly sensitive as Wooyoung attached his lips to your cunt and rolled his tongue over the bud repeatedly. But the longer he kept at it, sliding his tongue over the length of your core in a wide lick, the more the full pain turned into biting pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” Seonghwa muttered encouragingly in your ear, but still loud enough for the room to hear over the obscene slurping noises Wooyoung was now making as he sucked at your entrance. “Doesn't that feel nice?”

Depends on how you define nice really, it felt like all too much all at once, it hurt yes, but every swipe of the younger boy's tongue brought more wetness out of you and made your body twitch and writhe with the slightest movement. Honestly, you should have been used to this by now. Seonghwa loved to do this to you, overstimulate you for hours till there were tears in your eyes and you had lost control of your limbs, he thought you looked best when completely at his mercy. But this was only your first orgasm, you had been trained well enough to keep some of your composure despite the abuse your aching core was suffering at Wooyoung’s hand. You turned to Seonghwa’s satisfied face, and gave him a weak smile,

“Feels good, Daddy.”

Somewhere in the room someone let out an “oh fuck,” and Wooyoung groaned particularly loud directly into your pussy and the vibrations traveled up your spine like lightning. Your mouth fell open as you looked into Seonghwa’s eyes with a dazed look. Your hips arched off your boyfriend's lap. It was Wooyoung who made the first move to push your hips back, eager to have his mouth back on you, but he had no sooner touched you than Seonghwa slapped his hand away from your body.

Wooyoung pulled away from your core, his chin dripping with your juices and his eyes shining with confusion. Seonghwa took your hips into both of his hands and pulled you back, flush against his lap and still hard cock, he then fixed Wooyoung with a glare.

“Your not here to touch. Make my baby girl cum in the next five minutes and I might just go easier on you.” Seonghwa spat.

Wooyoung blinked at him, before giving him the sweetest smile he could muster.

“Yes, Daddy”

This took you and the rest of the room by surprise. But you didn’t have time to ponder before Seonghwa took the boy by the roots of his hair and pulled his face forward into your swollen cunt.

“Times ticking, little boy, better get a move on.”

And so he did. Wooyoung ate you out with a burning passion you had never quite experienced. Seonghwa preferred to take hours going down on you, purposely going a slow and steady as possible to build up extremely powerful orgasms that would last for minutes. This was entirely different. Wooyoung was being incredibly messy. Wet sounds echoed around the room and into your ears, he seemed to be trying to eat you alive with the way his mouth moved desperately around your folds. His tongue had made its return to your clit. He sucked the bud between his lips and rolled it around with his tongue in such quick tight little circles your brain spun and if it weren’t for the iron grip one of your boyfriend's hand still had on your hip your sure you would flailing around like a madwoman. You certainly sounded like one with the way endless cries, whines, and groan spilled from your lips in increasing volume. Wooyoung had a clear goal, Seonghwa had given him five minutes? He would do it in three.

You were nearing the end of your rope, your entire lower half seemed to be vibrating with numb pain and pleasure it was almost unbearable but somehow nowhere near enough.

“Daddy? Can I cum please?” You spoke in a shattered voice. Seonghwa, who still had his hand twisted in Wooyoung’s hair looked down expectantly at the boy, who was already peering up at your face with wide eyes. Both you and your boyfriend watched as Wooyoung slid his tongue into your hole and began fucking it in and out of you in time with your breathy gasps. Your head flipped frantically to search your boyfriend's eyes, begging for permission.

“Please, please, Daddy, I can’t hold-“

“You can cum baby,”

And that was all it took. You practically screamed. Your eyes went white as your head fell back again. Having lost all control of the movement of your limbs Seonghwa took his hand from Wooyoung’s head and used both to hold your spasming body close against his. Your brain had gone fuzzy and the only two things registering in your brain were the gentle praise being whispered into your ear and the beat of Seonghwa’s heart against your back from how closely he held you.

Your recovery to much longer this time. To be perfectly honest, in your whacked-out brain it could have been hours.

Slowly you came back to reality. When you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was Yunho from across the room, he gave you a reassuring smile but it was offset slightly by the way his hand was down his pants, nevertheless you smiled back. You laid limp and spent across Seonghwa’s lap. His arm had come around your waist to hold you up and his other hand was rubbing soft circles on your inner thigh. He gave a gentle kiss to your temple as you stirred, leaving butterflies in your stomach. Shifting slightly so you sat sideways on his lap you curled yourself into him with an affectionate purr.

And then there way Wooyoung. He sat on his knees with his hands on his thighs looking up at you like he won a prize.

“You taste good,” he said with an almost happy hour lucky smile.

“Did you like it, Woo?” San asked from behind him, San was sporting his own wide eyes and looking overly jealous about the whole thing.

Wooyoung spun around to look at his best friend and spoke enthusiastically,

“She tastes so good Sannie, really, it was so much fun!”

“Don’t get too excited Woo, we’re not done yet.” Seonghwa chided. Wooyoung whirled around to face him.

“Didn’t I do good?” He asked with a confused look.

You nodded absently as Seonghwa spoke.

“Yea you did good, but that doesn’t excuse your attitude earlier. You still need to learn some respect. I’m sure our friends would agree all this attention you’ve been getting has gone to your head.”

Yeosang and Jongho snickered in agreement. Wooyoung turned to shoot them a glare but it was cut short by a strangled moan. Seonghwa had pressed the heel of his shoe onto the swollen tip of Wooyoung’s cock through his jeans. And to your surprise, Wooyoung’s hips bucked up into the sole of his shoe. Your brain short-circuited.

Wooyoung started to move away but Seonghwa took hold of his hair again and kept him in place.

“What’s the matter woo? Embarrassed? Embarrassed you almost got yourself off on Daddy’s shoe?”

Wooyoung shook his head no, but Seonghwa only dug his heel in harder and Wooyoung couldn’t help but buck against his shoe again with a pained moan. Your legs were clenching together as another pool of arousal pooled between them. Here’s the deal, you had always admired Seonghwa’s incredible level-headedness. In fact, it was one of the best qualities you could ask for in a lover. But for months now, you had been hoping for the chance that Seonghwa would show his true colors to the rest of the group. The idea had been a fantasy of yours for such a long time, but seeing it, here and now, and like this? Not to mention you had always wondered just how far Seonghwa would go if someone disobeyed him, perhaps you didn’t have the guts to do it yourself, especially since being good reaped such high reward, but this was far more than you ever imagined. You doubt whether you had ever been this turned on in your life.

Seonghwa noticed your reaction, of course, he could always read you like a book. He glanced around the room to the hungry faces of your friends till he found who he was looking for and locked eyes with them with a smirk.

“Yeosang, think you could help me for a moment?”

Yeosang returned the smirk and the room watched with bated breath as he made his way over to the scene, eyes zeroed in on Wooyoung’s mortified face.

“Who knew Wooyoung was such a pain slut.”

Yeosang’s voice was as cool as a cucumber, and if it wasn’t for the bulge in his pants you would think he was talking about the weather. Seonghwa dug his heel into Woo one last time before spinning the boy around to face Yeosang by yanking the hair in his grip. Wooyoung was whining pathetically at it all. Your hand was placed on Seonghwa’s hard chest. He glanced at you with a promising smile at your desperate face.

“Not had your fill yet, little one?” He asked you with a smirk. You shook your head ‘no.’

“No Daddy, you make me so needy.” You reply with wide eyes and a slight whine, grasping the fabric of his shirt in a tight fist. He grinned at you before turning to Yeosang again.

“I think it’s finally time to fuck my baby girl, but I don’t think Wooyoung has learned his lesson yet,” as he spoke Seonghwa began fiddling with his belt, pulling through the loops of his jeans. Handing the belt to Yeosang he continued, “Do me a favor, tie him up, make him desperate, don’t stop till he begs.”

Yeosang accepted the challenge with a smile. Seonghwa’s attention was finally on you and you alone. With his help as your body was still weak, he adjusted you to straddle his hips facing him. You looked a mess surely, there was no way you looked anything but obscene and sweaty, But Seonghwa took in your face with a smile.

“You look so pretty like this baby girl” As he spoke, Seonghwa’s hand came to your ass and kneaded it in his palms. The room could no longer see your face, but they could most definitely see this, and likely your still leaking cunt.

Directly behind you, you could hear rummaging noises and the distinct clink of a belt being done up. A quick glance over your shoulder showed you that Wooyoung was now facing the room, with his hands bound behind his back and a pillow between his legs, Yeosang sat to his side clearly satisfied with his work. After taking it in you turned back to Seonghwa who looked pleased himself.

“You’ve been so good baby, want Daddy to fuck you? Nice and deep how you like it?” You practically purred at his words. It’s true so far you had enjoyed yourself, but there was nothing quite like when Seonghwa filled you up with his cock.

“Please fuck me Daddy” you whispered, leaning in close to him with your biggest doll eyes, and your hands gripping his shoulder. Seonghwa smiled at you, content with your answer.

A moment later he had freed his duck from his jeans and was stroking it leisurely. Your mouth watered. Oh, the way he could make you feel, how many times he had made you cum. As Seonghwa sunk into the couch, taking a moment to watch you squirm on his lap he truly looked too powerful. The calm in the sea of chaos that had unfolded that night, it was unfair how he made your heart skip a beat. With one quick glance over your shoulder, he called out to Wooyoung one last time.

“I’d start doing as you were told Wooyoung, wouldn’t want the others to get impatient with you,”

At that, you heard the first grunt of Wooyoung grinding helplessly on the pillow, then whimpering at how the surface was too soft to gain any friction over his pants. The poor boy was at his wit's end.

But your attention was drawn back to the man in front of you before you had time to feel sorry for Wooyoung. One of his fingers had slipped inside you once again to test the waters. You flinched at the intrusion, your body was utterly spent, and the overstimulation would be hell, but as God, as your witness, you were going to take your boyfriend's cock tonight.

“Are you sure your ok baby? Wouldn’t want to push you too far after the night you’ve had.” He spoke with mild concern, but he already knew the answer.

“No! I want to! I can take it!” You spoke with urgency.

“Absolutely sure sweetpea?” He asked one last time. Your hand gripping his shirt twisted and shook. You looked at him with the most pleading look you could muster.

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“Ok then,” he replied with a smile. Not once today had you forgotten your manners or rules, after dealing with the whimpering boy behind you for an evening he was glad to have his perfect baby girl still being as good as ever.

Seonghwa hoisted your hips to be level with his. Seonghwa had a thing about eye contact while he fucked you, so you did your best to not break it as the tip of his cock teased your entrance.

To be completely honest, but the focus of the rest of the room seemed to now be on Wooyoung, who was still rutting against the pillow like a dog, and they all seemed to be enjoying the show far too much to notice the tender way Seonghwa pulled your body down flush against his hips and down onto his cock. Although the broken whipper that came from you at the feeling overwhelming sensation did turn a few heads.

Your knees were shaking and your hands trembling. You had been right, the overstimulation was making it too hard to move on your own. But Seonghwa was attentive as always. He wrapped an arm around your waist and used it to slowly work you up and down on his cock. Each thrust he made felt like pins and needles in the best way possible. After Seonghwa had worked up a steady rhythm a numbing pleasure had already begun to build. Looking deep into your boyfriend's eyes you placed and hand on your tummy and after moving it around for a bit you could feel him moving inside you. You groaned out, this position had always been the best for deep penetration anyways.

“Daddy I can feel you inside me,” you whipper as he picks up speed. The room was beginning to sound like a symphony of lewd cries and squelching noises coming from both you and Wooyoung. Not to mention the panting and groaning coming from the others in the room, who had lost any semblance of shame and were jerking off freely to the unexpected yet beautiful sight. The other boy's eyes kept flicking back and forth, unable to decide which one was more arousing to watch. Many of them had already gotten themselves off before now and were now sporting half-hard cocks as they were faced with the delightful scene.

“I know baby girl, I know how much you love to be stuffed full of cock. And now everyone else knows too.” Seonghwa replied clearly satisfied with himself. His hand came up to your jaw and he delivered a particularly hard thrust and pulled your hips down to match it. You were already losing focus of the world around you and the pleasure was mounting rapidly. At the force of the thrust, your eyes almost dropped closed but Seonghwa pulled your head forward and they opened a bit wider.

“Now everyone knows how good you are for me, baby. My good little girl, who loves taking my cock.” Seonghwa was speaking in such a low grumbling voice it was almost like he was talking to himself rather than you like he was reminding himself of what he had accomplished today. You could tell that after waiting all night for stimulation he was also getting close to his own edge, and if you listen to the whiny panting of the boy behind you you could tell he was getting desperate for the release that would never come from the pillow.

You almost lost eye contact again when Seonghwa’s thrusts became sloppy. Increased pace but with less consistency was the tell-tale sign that Seonghwa was going to cum, but luckily for him, it was this exact treatment that made your head spin. Your lower half was numb with biting pleasure and it was all you could do to keep your eyes open to watch the sweat dripping down Seonghwa’s forehead as he carried on with determination. The others had caught on to what was about to happen and many were now speeding up their ministrations to themselves to climax at the same time as you and your boyfriend.

Seonghwa’s hand wound its way into your hair and used it to crash your lips onto his is a heated, wet, and messy kiss. Any second now and you would lose yourself to the pleasure. You detached your lips just enough to pant into Seonghwa’s lips,

“Daddy, in cumming”

“Damn right you are,” he moaned in response.

It was wise of him to reattach your lips before you came undone. Even with him muffling your noises there was no way the sounds you made didn’t echo around the room and ring In everyone’s ears. Seonghwa kept his pace, pushing more and more whinnies out of you till you almost jumped away from him in overstimulation, butter grip on your waist didn’t let you get far. There were tears in your eyes by the time Seonghwa finally came. Your orgasm had turned silent almost immediately after and your mouth hung wide open in an empty moan. Your brain had all but shut off when the feeling of your boyfriend's cum spilling into you registered into your brain.

Saying you blacked out would be a strong word. But when your eyes fell closed they didn’t seem to want to open. You and Seonghwa stayed connected for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled out of you with a groan and laid you gently down onto the couch to his side.

You were dead weight at this point. But when you felt Seonghwa stand up you pried your eyes open the slightest bit once you realized that the unmistakable noises of a begging Wooyoung had filled your ears.

Seonghwa walked around to stand in front of him. Most of the others in the room were now basking in the afterglow of their own orgasms but had perked up to watch.

“Please, please, please, Daddy. Please let me cum. I promise I’ll be good, I promise I won’t bother you as much, I promise, please-“

Wooyoung ramblings we’re cut short by Seonghwa taking hold of Wooyoung’s head and turning it up to look him in the eyes.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Seonghwa replied. Wooyoung gasped a sigh of relief. Seonghwa motioned for Yeosang to come over and untie the poor boy and hopefully get him some relief. But Seonghwa didn’t care about that part, his eyes were now back on you. His sweet perfect, obedient little girl.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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I am loving the Wheel of Filth idea! Here's what I got

That last quote is so perfectly Lance 🤣 Maybe it should be used against him 😏

Wifey!! It took me a minute but the inspiration for this one just hit me like a ton of bricks!!

Cocky asshole smut (mentions of female masturbation, sex toys, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, minor degradation), no minors!!!

Lance was exhausted and frustrated when he walked into your apartment.

He hated those goddamn PR tours more than anything, having to answer stupid fucking questions about the progress the women's team was making through the Olympic trials only serving give him a never ending headache. All he had been looking forward to for the past week was seeing you and losing himself in the soft, wet heat between your legs.

And you couldn't even do him the courtesy of being awake.

Granted, you looked fucking beautiful all spread out on the bed in that blue lace nightie. The way your limbs were splayed and the fact you were even wearing that thing making it pretty obvious that you had planned on waiting for him, and that did serve to soften his mood a little bit.

At least until he spotted the vibrator on your bedside table.

Now, he didn't consider himself a cruel man. He had never insisted that you abstain from your own pleasure when he wasn't there. Even if he had, he wouldn't be naïve enough to believe you'd actually do it. But that didn't mean he wanted to see the reminder of it as soon as he walked through the fucking door. Especially since the sight of it, combined with what you were wearing, made it seem like maybe you actually hadn't been planning on waiting for him, but rather fucked yourself to sleep even though you knew he was coming home tonight.

He growled as he started stripping out of his clothes, grumbling to himself about your lack of consideration before crawling into the bed next to you. His fingers teased over your thighs before gripping the hem of your nightie and dragging it up over your hips until he had a perfect view of your glistening pussy, the wet stains on your thighs confirming his suspicions that you hadn't bothered waiting for him.

Two thick fingers sank into your quivering hole and he smirked at the rush of slick that seeped out around them and soaked his hand. Always the fucking whore, he had yet to find a time when you weren't wet and ready for him.

Soft wet squelches filled the room as he continued stroking at your soft walls, your body slowly starting to wake up while he stretched you open. A sharp gasp ripped from your chest when he slid in a third finger, and he knew you were finally with him.

"Lance? Jesus." As soon as your eyes were open they were rolling back in your skull, your body arching into his hand as you brought a hand down to wrap around his wrist.

"Just look at you, all stretched out and trembling." His tone was slightly cruel as he looked down at you, his fingers still fucking into you relentlessly. "You forget I was coming home tonight, kitten?"

He knew you hated that fucking nickname, drinking in the scorn that was coming off you in waves as your body continued bending to his will. Even though you knew he was trying to bait you, you couldn't stop yourself from spitting venom back at him.

"How could I fucking forget when you've been texting me dick pics since 6 AM?" You moved your hips to match the movements of his fingers, groaning when he ground his palm into your clit. "Then you're four hours late and giving me shit because I had to take care of myself. You pissed I came three times from that vibe, Lancie?"

"I don't give a fuck when you use that thing, kitten, in fact, I encourage it." He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth when you dropped your head back against the pillow and let out a choked mewl. "I want you to make yourself come with that little toy, so you know I can do it better."

"Fuck you, Lance." You dragged his face to yours so you could hiss in his ear. "You better fucking prove it."

"Oh no, honey." He pulled away from you and dragged his fingers out of your soaked channel, bringing them up to his lips and sucking them clean and grinning at you. "I don't need to prove a damn thing to you. Tonight is all about me."

You had no time to prepare before he was flipping you over and driving into you, hard. One of his hands reached up to grip the headboard for leverage, the bed already starting to rattle as he fucked into you like a madman. He tried to use his other hand to force your face into the pillows so he didn't have to listen to that smart mouth of yours, but you propped yourself on your elbow and swatted him away before he got the chance.

Even as you drove your hips back into him you were glaring at him over your shoulder, the relentless rhythm of his thrusts bringing you to the edge alarmingly fast. He just grinned back at you, slapping your ass hard and making you hiss before reaching up and winding your fingers through his against the headboard.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm gonna come." He could feel you starting to clench down on him and let out a low growl before curling over you back and burying his face in your hair.

"I don't care." He purred, wrapping a hand around your throat and tilting your head back until could devour your mouth with his.

A wretched shriek ripped from your chest as you fluttered wildly around him, your release squirting out of you and staining the sheets before you sagged into the bed. His teeth moved to sink into your throat as his thrusts grew wild and desperate, his own pleasure so close he could feel it rising in his throat. Just another few shoves and he was one, filling you with thick, hot ropes of cum before releasing you with a sneer.

"Told you."

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I dont know if you are taking requests but if you are, could you please write something where reader has trouble masturbating, every time she tries she just CANT, so anakin (theyre just friends but they always had lots of sexual tension) helps her out and does it for her so she cums for the first time. THANK YOU!!!

A Dream Come True - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

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A low warmth is rising in your belly, pulled from the depths by your wandering fingers. They’re working against your clit, rubbing it side to side, faster and hard, trying so desperately to remain in that warm haze of pleasure you’ve spent so long building up. It feels good, but you need more.

The many late nights spent with your girlfriends cross your mind, and how you would sit by idly during each one as they discussed their own personal affairs in the bedroom. You were the least experienced, but listened in awe as they told you the latest on what their partners have done to surprise them in bed. How they made them scream and shake, their eyes roll back into their head, and cum all over until they couldn’t take anymore.

You were too embarrassed to admit you’d never felt that way before. You thought you were broken.

Which is why you’re here, fingers glued to your hard nub, rubbing furiously to try and get yourself to feel something. You do feel something, but it’s not earth-shattering, leg-shaking, eye-rolling like your friends had described. Frustration fuels your movements as you attack your clit, holding your breath, forcing the warmth to build and build and build--

Nothing.

Your arm aches with the strain as you halt your movements, chest heaving when you allow yourself to breathe. Self-pity outweighs your disappointment as the subtle warmth dissipates, any pleasure that you had given yourself slipping away.

Broken, a small voice whispers inside your head. There’s something wrong with you.

What other reasoning could there be to explain why you can’t feel good?

Maybe, you argue, there needs to be something inside. That was always a big topic of discussion with your friends, how they “loved being filled.” Gathering your wits, you move your finger down, exploring your folds until you find your opening. Squeezing your eyes shut, you push a finger in, wincing at the sudden intrusion.

It stings more than anything, but you’re desperate so you decide to give it a chance. You’ve tried this before, and it’s never felt like anything more than a finger inside of you-- which is exactly what it is. And now, this situation proves to be the same. You feel around, hoping to find that spot everyone raves about, but your fingers are too short and the angle is weird. You push your finger in and out like how you think you’re supposed to, and it feels like nothing.

Maybe you need two?

You let another finger join the one that’s already inside, struggling to get it in.

Ow, you wince as your body rejects the intrusion. Your heartbeat picks up, a sudden anxiety joining the whirlwind of exasperation and discontent that has come from this situation. Is it supposed to hurt this much? The remnants of the need to satisfy yourself are still present, so you try again.

Making it back to your apartment had been a relief this evening, as all day you had been battling a relentless urge down below. You’re not too proud to admit that your… situation… had been a direct result of spending the day with Anakin, a good friend of yours who needed help finding a data entry in the corner of the Temple library. The entry supposedly had something to do with a cloaking mechanism for battleships, and when you had asked why he needed it when the Republic already had cloaking mechanisms, he mentioned that he was trying to translate the same technique to his own personal starship. No battlecraft as small as his has that ability, and with a ship as fast as his, it would give him a huge advantage on the battlefield.

You could listen to him talk about it all day.

You virtually had, as the data entry was just one small piece of paper-- a piece of scrap blueprint scrawled on a fragile, worried edge of some larger text, worn with time. You spent hours searching all over for it. Once you had finally dug it out of a dusty box in the deepest corner of the library, Anakin had lifted you into the air effortlessly, swinging you around as he hugged you and laughed.

You had walked home with a damp spot in your underwear, an undeniable throb that needed to be relieved.

He had no idea. No idea that his hands shot sparks up your spine as they closed around your waist. That his laugh turned your blood to lava, and his beautiful, smiling face made your heart skip a beat. He had no idea that he is the cause of your desperation, the reason you are torturing yourself by dangling an unknown pleasure before your face, knowing you can’t have it.

You manage to sink your second finger in a little, but the sting is too much, and you have to pull them both out.

Broken.

The door to your apartment suddenly swings open, and you throw your sheets over your bare legs in a panic. Your eyes find the clock next to your bed-- Shit. You’d lost track of the time.

The sound of those boots are unmistakable, and you find that praying you’re wrong is pointless when he calls out your name.

“Y/n--?” Anakin rounds the corner to peer into your room, features lighting up when he finally finds you. Curious eyes roam over your figure, wondering why you’re in bed when it was barely evening. “Are you feeling okay?”

Your cheeks flame with heat, and you can’t find the words to explain yourself out of this situation. Mentally, you’re beating yourself up for losing track of time, especially since you knew Anakin was coming over tonight. While searching for the data log, you mentioned you had always wanted to try his favorite childhood drink-- ruby bliels-- and he promised he’d treat you tonight after you found the blueprint. It was his thank you gift to you, but now you needed to find a way to get him out of your apartment before he realized what was going on.

Your mouth hangs open like a gaping fish, and you know it’s too late. Anakin’s brain is as fast as his superhuman reflexes, and you can see the gears click into place as his eyes flit from your red cheeks, to the messy covers strewn over your legs, to the crumpled panties lying discarded on the floor. Your hand is even still frozen between your legs, your activities becoming clear as he senses the remnants of pleasure and disappointment still hanging around the room.

“Oh…” is all he says, looking lost for a moment. You expect him to apologize and turn away, run out of the apartment and then never speak to you again. You wouldn’t blame him. Finding a friend in this position can never be a comfortable experience.

Instead a slow smirk crawls onto his face, and he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You need some help with that?”

You should have known. The smug little bastard-- of course he’d find this amusing. Your face grows impossibly redder, and you wish a black hole would just open beneath you already and swallow you up. Anakin finds your humiliation endearing, and laughs good-naturedly.

“Alright, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to it,” he slinks out of the doorway, crooking his finger in the air to close the door after him. “I’ll be in the kitchen setting up for the bliels when you’re done--”

“Wait!”

You’re just as shocked as he is at the words that leave your mouth. He freezes in place, the door still open a crack. There’s too many thoughts running through your head right now, but the one that stands out the most has you pulling your hand away from your center, sitting up in bed so you can address him clearly.

You never thought you’d be able to speak these words to him. For so long, you had wanted him in every way possible. But he’s a Jedi, unable to form attachments, and more than that-- a friend. A very good friend. And breaching the topic that you know you both feel for each other had the potential to ruin it all.

But the minute he had opened that door, still dressed in that black leather armor, hair perfectly curled and messy, so tall and strong and devilishly handsome leaning against your doorframe-- he was beautiful, and you’d be a fool not to take advantage of his offering. Even if it might have been a joke.

You had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t.

“I… I do need help.”

There. You said it. And you’re pretty certain the only reason you could force the words past your lips is because his back is still facing you. But then he opens the door again, turns to meet your eyes, and cocks his head.

“Really?”

You’re not sure how to feel about the concern on his face. You guess it’s better than him being disgusted, or awkward, or uncomfortable. And it’s not an outright rejection. That realization gives you the push you need to explain yourself.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Now he looks concerned. Walking a few steps into the room, he stops by the edge of your bed and folds his arms across his chest. He’s studying every inch of you, reaching into the force to try and gauge the nature of your words. “What do you mean?”

He’s standing so close now, you can see the blue of his eyes and the wrinkle between his furrowed brows. It does nothing to calm your sizzling nerves. However, you’re concrete on your desires now. While you would have liked to confess your feelings for him in a more… romantic way, the intensity of your need for him in this very moment overshadows rational thought. Besides, it’s not like this is a declaration of love. That could always come later. For right now, you need his help, and you’re certain that you can trust him not to make fun of you or shame you for trying in if he declines.

“I can’t…” you take a deep breath, staring at your hands in your lap. “I can’t make myself feel good.”

Your voice is so quiet, embarrassed and ashamed, but he catches the yearning under it all. His face smooths, comforted by the fact that you’re not injured or dying in some way. Deep down, something sparks alive in his veins.

That’s the issue? Well… it’s definitely something he can help you with.

“Hmm.” His face is thoughtful as he scans your position. His hand gestures vaguely down your body. “Do you want to show me what you’re doing?”

Your blood freezes at his request. For some reason, it didn’t cross your mind how asking for his help would require him to see you… naked.

“If you’re too embarrassed, we can just--”

You cut off his words by throwing the blanket off. There, like ripping off a bandaid. His eyes drink in the exposed skin of your legs, and although they’re closed and he can’t be seeing much more than he’s already seen before, they darken. A small twitch of his fingers, and the door clicks shut behind him.

He takes a seat on the side of the bed, next to your legs, and rests his metal hand on your knee. Your heart beats like a hummingbird's wings at the sudden proximity, and the nerves pile up again at the thought of what’s going to happen.

“Wait-- um… actually, can you come here?”

You reach out to take his metal hand from your knee, and pull him up the bed so that he’s hovering over you. He’s still sitting, the upper half of his body twisted toward you, caging you in with a hand on either side of you. He’s smiling softly, and his eyes twinkle with something fond.

He doesn’t need to ask to know that you’re nervous. The rigidity in your muscles, the flightyness of your eyes, the hammer of your heart-- he can feel it all, and he wants nothing more than to quell your fears. So he lifts an arm to cup your face in his large hand, smoothing a thumb over your cheekbone in a silent request for you to look at him.

Once you muster up the courage to meet his eyes, his smile grows, and he says something that steals your breath.

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh, how long you’ve wanted him to say those words to you. Countless nights, you’d run them through your head, imagining all the scenarios in which it could happen. Certainly, this was not one of them, but you definitely aren’t going to complain.

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you give him a nod, and lean forward a fraction in invitation. Your veins sing with anticipation, warmth spreading from your cheeks to every small nook and cranny of your body as he angles your face up toward his. Your eyes flutter close, and he leans down, and--

Bliss.

His lips are warm against yours, soft, applying the gentlest of pressures. You always thought he’d be a good kisser-- he was experienced, and he’d hinted at some of his more scandalous escapades a couple times in passing conversation. You’d asked him before, how he could do that when Jedi aren’t allowed to form attachments, which resulted in him going into a full lecture on how non-attachment didn’t translate to abstinence being “The Jedi Way”, even if it was supported within the Order. Really, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything, until he fell on the defensive position that he was almost certain Obi-Wan had done stuff as well.

Which-- great. Now you realized you were less experienced than even two Jedi.

These thoughts are snuffed out like candles, one by one, as Anakin kisses you. In fact, your whole mind goes blank, a wave washing over all of your worries away and dragging them out to sea. You’re drifting on that wave, drowning in the heady feel of him, the warm taste of him. His slow inhale reminds you to breathe as he moves his lips against yours languidly. It’s heaven, the way he’s yours for just this moment. He might not think anything of this kiss, but to you, it’s like your deepest fantasies are coming true. With each moment that passes where he tilts his head and closes his lips over yours, you can pretend that he is yours, completely and unconditionally.

Eventually he pulls back, eyes fluttering open, and you realize you’re still lost at sea.

“Good?” his voice is low and raspy as his gaze bores into yours. You wonder if he knows how intense his eyes can be sometimes.

“Yes.”

He presses another quick kiss to your lips, your heart spasming at the act, before he trails kisses down your jaw, tasting the skin of your neck. Your breath picks up again, hands finding his curls as you gasp at the feeling. His teeth skim over the junction of your neck and shoulder, and he presses a kiss to your throbbing pulse. He means for the kisses to be distracting, soothing, so that you’ll be more comfortable with him, and he thinks it’s working until a faint moan leaves your mouth.

So it’s really working.

Anakin’s eyes flick up to yours, and you can feel the smirk against your skin. Embarrassment crashes down on you again but Anakin repeats the motion, nipping at your skin and then smoothing his tongue over the mark, sucking gently to try to elicit another reaction. You gift him one against your will, and suddenly he’s got lava pouring into his veins.

You’re so lost in the feeling of his mouth on you that you don’t even realize his warm hand has travelled from your face, down the middle of your body, gripping onto the pliant flesh of your thigh and pulling you toward him. You let him, rolling your body into him to try and relieve that reappearing ache in your center.

It’s the same feeling that had built up all day, and it’s returned with a vengeance. You can feel the wetness seep out, slicking your thighs up. Your clit throbs and your pussy clenches around nothing, begging for something to satisfy the ache. You rub your thighs together to help, but Anakin slides a hand to the inside of your thigh and coaxes your legs apart. Any embarrassment you felt before has been beat out by a yearning for his touch, the need to have his fingers on you, inside you--

“Show me how you’ve been doing it,” Anakin mumbles into your neck.

You open your eyes, pulled up from the haze of pleasure he’d submerged you in. Your hand only shakes slightly as you release his hair and bring it back to your skin. He pulls back a few inches to watch, the heat of his body so close to yours causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

His eyes hone in on your hand, following its descent to your warm center. You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that someone is seeing you like this, but now your veins sing with a satisfied realization that he’s the one seeing you like this. He’s the only one who ever has. And he seems to like what he’s seeing.

You don’t miss the way he inhales, the way his teeth capture a sliver of his bottom lip as your fingers finally reach your heat. You begin to do what you’ve always done-- rub your fingers back and forth over your nub, working that pleasure from it.

It feels good, different than what it felt like when you were alone. You’re sure his eyes on you, the proximity, his mere presence has something to do with that. You can still taste him on your lips and you close your eyes, licking them to relive the kiss. You focus on the warmth of his body, the dip of the bed where his arm is planted beside you, the weight of his other hand still holding your thigh open, the scent of his black leather and spice of his shampoo. It definitely feels better when he’s here, the knowledge of him watching adding to your excitement.

But still, you can only build yourself up to a certain point. The pleasure plateaus, and soon you begin to feel awkward at the fact that nothing is happening. It’s not enough to make you moan, or move, or show any reaction really. Your hand stills, and you look at him uncertainly.

Anakin blinks and brings his eyes back up. “Have you tried fingering yourself?”

You almost choke. You’re not sure why his blunt nature surprises you anymore.

He’s looking at you curiously, completely serious, waiting for an answer. So you clear your throat and slide your finger down to your entrance, pushing in.

It goes in easier than before, and there’s no sting. But you don’t even have to move to know you’re literally going to get nothing out of it, and trying is useless.

“This is what I’m talking about,” you tell him. “It doesn’t feel like anything. And when I try two, it hurts. I think I’m broken.”

“You’re not broken,” he frowns, smoothing your hair away from your forehead and replacing it with a kiss. Your heart melts at the action that you’re sure is meant to be comforting, but only deepens your adoration of him. He sits up and you immediately miss him, although you understand he needs a better angle as he slides his hand from your thigh to the top of your pelvis. He hesitates, questioning. “Can I?”

You pull your finger out and push yourself up onto your forearms, nodding for him to go ahead.

His touch is light as a feather as his fingertips make contact with your swollen nub. Your breath hitches in your chest, thighs immediately opening wider on their own accord to get him to increase the pressure. He watches your face as he fulfills your silent request, massaging your clit in slow, gentle circles.

Fireworks are exploding behind your eyes, and you melt into a puddle on the bed. He’s barely even touching you, and somehow it already feels so much better than anything you’ve done to yourself. Quiet whimpers fall from your lips and the sounds make him need a steadying breath, reminding himself to go slow. Obviously, no one has ever touched you before, and he doesn’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

The sight of your head tilted back, teeth biting at your lips to quiet your sounds, fingers clutching at the bedsheets-- a very sudden, very real desire to absolutely ruin you slams into him.

But no. That can come later.

He brings his metal hand up to your face, thumb tracing over your bottom lip and pulling it from your teeth. “You don’t have to be quiet with me,” he tells you, the ministrations on your clit with his other hand never ceasing. Instead, he picks up the pace, increasing the pressure, drinking in the sight of your hips moving against his fingers.

You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and puddling onto the bedsheets. You’re not sure you’ve ever been this wet before, or felt this good before, and the warmth you’ve always felt is transforming into a ball of heat in your stomach. You hone into the feeling, the heat pulsing with each pass of his fingers, each wet slide of him against you--

“You have to breathe, Y/n,” Anakin chuckles, slowing his touch. You gasp in a deep breath, whining at the loss of friction, but he appeases you by slipping his fingers from your clit to your entrance. He doesn’t push in-- instead he circles his finger around it, collecting your slick, reading your every response.

“Please, can you…” you buck your hips up, but he doesn’t allow his finger to slide in until you finish your sentence. “Can you put it in?”

He can’t keep the tiny, darkly satisfied smile off his face. He’s always had fantasies of you like this, squirming beneath him and begging for his touch. He basks in the fulfilled wish of his, drinking in every second so he can remember it for later. Meanwhile, his finger massages your hole, dipping in with just the tip before pulling back out.

“Fuck,” you hiss, once again surprised at your own reaction. Your head is far past the point of clouding with lust, and now you’re dizzy with pleasure and the need to just have him inside of you already. “Anakin, please.”

“Patience,” he answers teasingly, although he does mean it. You can’t rush these things. And… he does have to admit that he loves seeing you so desperate and messy for him. Your neediness has him strain against his own pants, but he pushes that aside. For now, another dip of his finger into your throbbing pussy has you arch off the bed, urging him deeper, and it’s heaven to witness.

He didn’t want to go all in just yet, but you’re gushing around his finger and taking it so well. So he lets you have it, sinking his finger all the way into you. You feel him go deeper and deeper, the never-ending length of his finger a stark contrast to your shorter ones. He’s reaching places you were never able to, and even the slide of him inside you elicits a deep, warm pleasure that spreads to the tips of your fingers.

He keeps his finger all the way inside for a moment, still as he feels your walls clench around him. Once he’s sure you’re all good, he begins pressing into you with shallow thrusts, thumb returning to your clit and rubbing in time with each push of his finger.

Curses spill from your lips, and Anakin can’t help himself. He leans down over you and captures them in his mouth, swallowing your cries of pleasure. The kiss is wet, dirty, and the muffled sounds of your moans combat the indecent slick and slide below. Soon, another finger is nudging at your opening, and you press yourself deeper into his lips in anticipation of that painful sting.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, his finger slides in a couple inches and he keeps both of them there, letting you adjust as his thumb rolls over your clit. You had never been able to use two fingers before, and your head goes fuzzy as he pushes them deeper. Your walls stretch around him pleasantly, accepting the welcome intrusion as he reaches deep inside you.

How is it fair that he can make you feel so much better than you can make yourself? It doesn’t seem right in the whole grand scheme of things, but you decide not to question it as his fingers suddenly curl inside you, searching. It feels odd, and he pulls back from your lips to concentrate for a second until-- there. Found it.

You almost knock your head into his as you shoot up, a startled cry leaving your lips as your vision whites with pleasure. Your fingers claw at his back, meeting the leather that still sits on his shoulders, and scrabbling over the smooth material for purchase. Anakin laughs at your reaction, easing you into a more comfortable position as he holds you against him with his metal arm behind your back.

You can’t find it in you to care that he’s laughing, not as long as he keeps rolling the pads of his fingers into you like this. His wrist curls, applying a harder pressure as he rubs against that spot, and your head falls back, hips pushing forward, the lewdest sounds you’ve ever heard leaving your mouth.

“You like that,” he notes, proud smile ghosting over your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth quick and sweet, then asks, “Is it better when I go slow or fast?”

“Both,” you gasp. “Either. All of it. Oh my--”

“Soft or hard?”

“Anakin--”

Your brain is unable to focus on much else other than the feel of his fingers coaxing that blissful heat from your center. He plays around with paces and pressures, but everything feels good, it feels great, it feels amazing, it feels euphoric. Before long, your legs are shaking and a weird feeling comes over you, and you’re crying out,

“What’s happening?”

Anakin pauses, his entire body stilling as he meets your eyes. You’re completely serious, that much he can tell by the vulnerability in your eyes. He frowns, unbelieving at this revelation.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

You whine and shift your hips into his hand, trying to get him to keep making you feel good. If this wasn’t your first time being with someone else, Anakin would have held your hip still and forced you to talk to him no matter how much you begged and pleaded. But, it was your first time with someone else, so he was deciding to be nice. He soothes your craving, resuming his movements but at a much slower pace. A pleased sigh from you fills the silence of him waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Um..” you swallow, hips meeting his hand with every thrust. “I don’t think so. No. Nothing’s ever felt… like… this…”

It’s like a sneeze, except much, much better. The way his fingers prod into you, slick with your arousal, the tips brushing and massaging against that spot that have you careening into his body. You would have toppled over on top of him if he wasn’t so strong and rooted to the bed. He holds your shivering body against his chest with his metal arm, lips marking their way around your chin and jaw as your head falls back in ecstasy.

He’s immensely turned on, that much is obvious from the painful straining in his pants. But it’s easy to ignore, knowing now that you’ve never fallen off that brink of pleasure before. He’s curious about it, oddly saddened by the fact, and wants nothing more than to show you the absolute highs he could help you reach. So he focuses back in on rubbing your clit with his thumb, fucking you deeply on his fingers. He allows you to clutch at his back and bury your hands in his hair, moaning in abandon.

Anakin shares you pleasure as the ball in your stomach unleashes, a blissful warmth crashing over you and invading your every cell. For a moment, your body isn’t yours-- it convulses and clenches around Anakin’s fingers, your cries bounce off the walls, your eyes squeeze closed. You hope the hands twisted into his hair don’t hurt him because you physically can’t let go as you ride that pleasure-filled haze, the feeling in your limbs abandoning you to be replaced with something much stronger.

For a while, the only sounds in the room are your gasps of air and the blood rushing through your ears. Anakin waits until your muscles relax, and then he slides his fingers out of you, smoothing his hand around your waist to join his other behind your back. He lays you down into the pillows again, burying his face in your neck as you struggle to get your legs to stop shaking.

“Y/n,” he mouths a line up your neck. “You there?”

“Mhm,” you gulp, the shock of that intense, pleasurable feeling just beginning to fade.

He pressed his deep chuckle into the spot right under your ear. “Good. I thought I lost you for a moment.”

If you were in your right state of mind, you would have laughed at his teasing. Now, all you can do is cup his face lazily in your boneless hands, pulling his face up so that you can look at him. His cheeks are flushed the slightest pink, eyes dark and sparkling, lips so red and full and inviting…

You kiss him, and he’s yours for a moment longer.

If only it could always be like this. If only this could be a daily experience, and afterwards you could take care of him, and you could feel that wonderful euphoria with him at the same time. If only he wouldn’t have to pull away soon, untangle himself from your still-shaking limbs, brush off what just happened, and be on his way. If only he could be yours forever.

All of this, you try to tell him through the kiss. Your lips are hot, sliding over with a wanton need. He feels your yearning, and he can tell it’s a different kind than earlier. You move to deepen the kiss, but he pulls away.

“I know what you’re thinking,” his low voice murmurs, and now he doesn’t look so playful. In fact, he looks very serious, and the rumble of his words causes your stomach to drop. “You should know, Y/n, I want you too.”

The whole room could be on fire and burning and falling to ash around you, but you wouldn’t notice. Everything pales in comparison to the flames that erupt in your heart at the sound of his words.

“You do?”

He purses his lips, running his eyes up and down your face. You’re nervous, and hopeful, and so, so scared. And also… still shivering. Most likely due to the cold, at this point. And he’s sure the drunken affects of your orgasm are still holding sway over your mind.

“This is a conversation I think would be much better held over some ruby bliels,” he decides, and begins to unwind himself from you. You let him, that hopeful spark still searing through your veins. Before getting off the bed, he presses a kiss into your hand and then smooths over it with his thumb.

You want to say something cute or witty, but the only thing your dumb brain can come up with is, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he smiles fondly, moving toward the door. “I’ll meet you out there. Feel free to remain pantsless.”

This has you rolling your eyes, laughing lightly as you fall back against the pillows. Don’t tempt me.

The prospect of a future with Anakin is at the forefront of your brain, blood pumping thick as molasses as you struggle to convince yourself this is reality. He shuts the door behind him as you leave, and you roll onto your stomach to scream into the pillow.

This was a dream come true.

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It Takes Time

A/N: Got this ask a long time ago (sorry for the delay) and it’s not exactly as requested, but it’s close...

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW - Total Smut Alert! (oh, and loads of angry swearing)

An electric shock jolted up the back of your leg. The pain caused your teeth to clench and your muscles to jerk. Gripping the handles tighter, you exhaled slowly and pushed against the foot plates again. As you allowed the weight to push on your feet and you slowly lowered the plate, the screaming pain in you leg finally forced a whine from your throat.

“Y/N,” Sam crossed his arms and glared. “You’re a shitty liar.”

He grabbed the footplate and helped take the weight until it clanked into place. You set your feet on the floor and sat up full. You growled out. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” He leaned against the leg press. “It’s written all over your body. You’re not ready for this. Dial it back. You have to or you’re going to undo everything the surgeons did.”

“I can do this.” Being benched was eating you alive. The feeling of uselessness and the frustration had you bouncing between snapping out every other word and wanting to weep. Getting back in the field with the team, getting back to normal, was the only solution.

“No. I’m not letting you do anymore.”

“Not letting me?” You stood up. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Wilson?”

“I’m your friend and I’m trying to help.” He sighed in a quiet tone.

“Help me? Then get off the damn machine and let me get back in shape.”

“No.”

“Back the fuck off, Sam.” You barked.

A cool metal hand landed on you shoulder, thumb grazing your neck. “Doll, why don’t you and I take a walk.”

It wasn’t a question. You glared at Bucky. The tenderness in his blue eyes made you want to scream. You didn’t want to be coddled right now. You didn’t want his soft touch or sweet words right now. He’d been drowning you in kind attention for weeks, carrying you around the apartment before your leg could bare weight, helping you in the shower just in case you slipped, rubbing out sore muscles as your PT started. You were tired of being taken care of.

At your hard stared, Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek. “Please.”

You turned and walked toward the door, doing your best not to limp, walking as fast as you dared because you didn’t want to see his stupid beautiful face looking at you with so much love. A burn pushed at your eyes. You huffed through your nose. Tears were not acceptable right now. One slid down your cheek just to spite you.

Steve turned the corner, just as you swiped the offending moisture from your face. He stopped. Looking suddenly worried. Fuck. Trapped between them. Bucky might let you walk away, but Steve would never let you plow past him once he’d see you cry. Fuck.

“Sugar,” Steve stopped right in front of you. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You glared up at him, hot tears pushing free and falling down your face.

“She’s pushing too hard in the gym. Sam says she’s going to hurt herself.” Bucky said quietly behind you.

“Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You sounded like a petulant child even to your own ears.

Steve placed one hand on your hip and reached toward you leg with the other. The bulk of Bucky’s body pressed against your back before you could move away. Steve hand expertly found the muscle and tendon beneath the scar on you leg. Flinching involuntarily, you swore. He looked up at you, knowing you’d overexerted yourself.

“Why?” His eyes plead. “Why are you hurting yourself?”

“I need to be better.” You bit out. “It’s bad enough the two of you always have to take care of me. That’s not your job. I can’t even seem to get close to qualifying. I have to. I have to get back in the field. I have to be able to fight, to take care of myself. I’m useless right now and I hate it.”

Steve took both your hands in his, face a portrait of love and understanding. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your middle, his nose burying in your hair. Damn them. A sob broke free.

“You are anything but useless.” Bucky kissed you behind your ear.

“Sugar,” Steve kissed your palm and holding it to his face. “We love you. We will always take care of you, even when you’re all healed up and ready to beat our asses. You are still healing.”

“Doll, it’s a slow process and you’re doing great. If you push too hard, you’re going to do more damage.” He sighed, his breath tickling your ear. “Why don’t we go back to the apartment. If you want us to back off, we’ll go, but I think a long hot bath will do you good.”

Steve gave you the sweetest look, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Or if you don’t want us to go, we could take care of you in other ways.”

“Mmm.” Bucky rumbled. “That’s an even better idea.”

You giggled despite your tears.

Steve leaned forward and sweetly kissed your lips. “Is that a yes?”

“Will I still get a bath?”

“Bath, dinner, orgasm after orgasm.” Bucky whispered in your ear, his tongue slipped against your sensitive flesh. “Whatever you want, Doll. Got to prove how much we love to take care of you.”

“Mmm okay.” Your eyes fell closed. A sudden yip slipped out when Bucky scooped you up in his arms. “Buck, I can walk.”

“But I like to carry you. Makes me feel all heroic.” His eyes crinkled with his huge smile.

Steve held the door open as Bucky carried you inside. By the time he put you down gently on the bed, Steve stripped down to his boxers. He threw a pile of clothes in the corner. Steve pulled your tee over your head and unzipped the front of your sports bra, smiling as your breasts fell free.

His mouth covered one nipple, sucking. Your back arched and Bucky pulled the sports bra free. As Steve shifted his attention to your other breast, Bucky’s mouth trailed hot wet kissed along the back of your neck. As his teeth nipped at your neck a violent shiver ran down your body. He knew every one of your erogenous spots.

Steve tugged at your leggings, being extra careful of your leg and the soreness. His large hands gently massaged your muscles, followed by light kisses. “This okay? Do you hurt too much?”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “It’s better than okay.”

His smile lit his whole face as he finished removing your clothes. Bucky tucked himself behind you, pulling your tight against his naked body. His hands cupped your breasts as he rocked his hard cock into the flesh of your ass. His voice rumbled against your skin. “God, Doll, you feel so good.”

Steve gently spread your legs, grinning up at you. Dropping wet kisses up your inner thighs, his fingers slipped over your sex. Spreading your wetness, he spread you open. You watched as he inhaled deeply, a nearly drugged look falling over his features. “I love your scent.” Steve tongue swiped over you. “Love your taste.”

Moaning, your rocked your hips forward and brought a hand up to tangle in Bucky’s hair. The tension in your body shifted from stressful to a delicious tightening of muscle and anticipation. Steve’s tongue dove into your depths before flicking at your clit. His lips sucked at you until you whined and pulled his hair.

Bucky’s erection pressed between your ass cheeks and you desperately wanted something they hadn’t given you since before your injury. “Oh shit, I want you both to fuck me. Right now.”

Bucky groaned, his grip tightening. “You sure?”

“Yes, please. I’m not glass.” You growled as his right hand pulled at your nipple and his left closed around your throat. “Fuck, I need it.”

Buck’s voice dropped to a growl. “Get her ready, Stevie. I wanna bury my cock in her ass.”

A feral noise came from Steve and he sucked hard on your clit again. You cried out. Suddenly he was gone. You opened your eyes to see him reach for the lube in the side table. Cool, wet slick covered you and Steve’s large fingers began to explore your holes. He lean forward, taking your mouth in a demanding kiss.

Your teeth closed on his beautiful lower lip as his finger slipped into your ass. Then another. “Yes.”

Bucky’s mouth covered your shoulder in nips and licks. He rocked you against him. Steve sat back on his heels, and Bucky pulled you higher on to his chest. You felt his cock slide along your cunt, tease your ass. With one hand he guided himself until he pushed against your tight entrance.

The air rushed from your lungs at the stretch, the luscious torture, of him pushing into you. Achingly slow. Completely controlled. Bucky held you by throat and middle, fucking in and out of you slowly. You locked eyes with Steve, who stroked his cock in time with Bucky’s thrusts.

“Fuck,” You whined. “More. I need you. Please.”

Steve crawled up close on his knees. He touched your face. You sucked his sex slick finger into your mouth. His tongue wet his bottom lip as his eyes moved down to wear he slid his cock into your cunt. All three of you moaned with the sensation. So full. So hot. Every nerve hyper aware.

“Move.” You gasped.

Bucky’s hand tightened around your throat some. “Are you giving orders, Doll?”

You whined.

Steve pulled at your nipple hard. You shook. “Are you?”

You whined again. “Please, please.”

“This.” Steve thrust into you hard. “You want,” he did it again, “this.” And again. A cry ripped from your throat. They moved in unison, pounding into you hard and fast. Obscene moans and sound of skin slapping fill the room. You clutched Steve’s arm, just holding on.

It all became too much. It washed over you. Fire burst forth and your toes went numb. “Oh fuck!” You shook, flooding over Steve’s cock.

Bucky growled. Not stopping, pushing you through your orgasm. “Shit. Yes.”

Steve’s fingers dug into your hips, his thrusts deep and powerful. “Another.” He growled. “Give us another, baby.”

You could barely catch your breath, moaning and whining with each thrust. Bucky bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. A violent shake over took your body, the orgasm hitting without warning. Steve held your writhing body in place. “Oh fuck! Yes!”

Bucky’s hips snap. Over taken himself, he filled you with a growl. “Fuck!”

Steve fucked you hard, fast, chasing you both. “Ah! Gonna… ah! Fuck! Fill you up!” He let go and came hard.

Slipping free, he feel to the side of Bucky, who rolled your boneless form gently off him and into Steve’s arms. You were weightless, fuzzy. Complete sex drunk. You breathed in Steve’s scent, melting into him.

“Here, Doll.” Bucky’s gentle hands rolled you over. He touched you with a soft and warm wet towel. With gentle strokes, he cleaned you up. A smile shone on his face. “You’re looking pretty pleased there, Doll.”

“M-hmm.” You smiled but couldn’t quiet move yet.

Steve chuckled, his hands stroked your skin. “So it’s okay that we’re still gonna take care of you?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

They both laughed.

Steve kissed your shoulder. “Good that you accepted it, cause we ain’t stopping anytime soon.”

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 years

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With all my heart 18+

Jungkook x reader f2l

Smut, little angst, little fluff

Description: your best friend is back off tour and is desperate to prove to you that you don't need to look after him anymore

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Your best friend really was good at everything he ever tried, but that never stopped you from babying him. In reality you were only three months older than Jeon Jungkook; the small age gap had never suppressed your need to protect him from the stupid shit he was known to get himself into. Once in high school you had taken a sick day and, in that time, he had: taken a dare to hit on the head cheerleader, gotten slapped by said cheerleader, gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, and been momentarily hospitalised with a broken arm. The other guy looked worse but still... It didn’t leave you with much confidence in his ability to be left alone.

Jungkook was ridiculously frustrated by this fact. He loved you so much but every time he got a chance to see you too much time was spent fussing over him like he was still the same dumb kid. Sure, there had been a school year in between you, which originally did make it feel like the age gap was there, but now you were both 23. You had a degree, he was an international superstar, it was time you let it go, just a little.

Whenever he was home from tour the first thing out of your mouth would be questions of concern

“Have you been eating? Are you getting enough sleep? Is everything still okay with the boys? Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid?” you barely gave him time to nod in between questions, let alone give yourself time to breathe. When you finally did have to take a breath he took his chance to interject.

“Noona” he calls affectionately, but the name makes you cringe a little, a fact he knows “I’m fine, please stop worrying” he pulls you into a bear hug.

“I will never stop worrying about you Kookie” you admit into his chest. The two of you move to the sofa still attached. He very rarely let you go when your time was so short. Not that you minded. You’d had a crush on your friend since you hit puberty. It’s part of the reason you were always so concerned with his wellbeing, finding out he was in hospital was one of the worst feelings you’d ever experienced. You adjust yourself so you are comfortably lying in his lap. He picks up the remote and started flicking through horror movies on Netflix. You scrunched your nose up.

“Horror Kook? You hate horror movies” he looks down into your eyes and absentmindedly brushes some hair out of the way.

“I hated horror movies” he countered “I’ve done a lot of growing up on this tour” he sticks his tongue out at you and returns to his search. Settling on the most recent release, he relaxes back on to the cushions and starts playing with your hair.

You get halfway through the movie before it gets too much for you. It’s not that the plot that disturbing, there isn’t really a plot. No, the problem is the gore. Sooo much blood, way too many severed limbs. The final straw is bugs crawling out of eye sockets. You always draw the line at bugs. You turn your attention to Jungkook. He seems far more interested in the movie than you were. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Eventually he feels you staring.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” his eyes flick to you before focusing back on the screen.

“No, I just missed you.” He turns his attention back to you and pulls you up into his arms with very little effort. You always forget how strong he'd gotten. You cuddle into him more before continuing. “I’m also fascinated by the fact you are enjoying this film, its disgusting, definitely not something you should be watching.” He lets out a defeated sigh and pauses the film.

“What can I do y/n? What can I do to prove to you that I’m all grown up now? I don’t need protecting anymore.” You move off of his lap and look him in the eyes.

“I'm sorry Kook, I've just been doing it for so long I find it hard to stop” you confess

“It makes me feel like you will only ever see me as that volatile little boy from school and I’m not sure that’s enough for me anymore” his eyes are searching yours trying to figure out how you are reacting to what he is saying, but your brain hasn’t quite caught up with what he means.

“I don’t know what you mean, what’s not enough for you anymore?” his jaw sets into a hard line as he clearly struggled with what to do next.

“I need to show you somehow that I can look after myself, and you”

“Me? Why would you have to look after me?” He doesn’t respond, instead he pushes you back onto the sofa and crawls on top of you. Eyeing you warily before charging forward. He moves his mouth down to meet yours in a kiss full of pent up emotion. Your eyes go wide at the sudden intrusion before allowing yourself to melt into the moment. Finally able to do what you'd been dreaming about for years. Jungkook pulled up for air, crawling back off you and dragging you with him. The two of you sit there stunned for a moment, unsure of where to go from here.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't've done that... I just” he struggles with what he wants to say to you “I just needed to show you that I could be enough for you. Maybe I should just go, that was a mistake. Our friendship is great as it is” He gets up and quickly heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” you yell after his retreating form “You just disappear for months, spring this on me, then leave.” Tears threatening to fall, all of your suppressed emotions being forced somewhere. “I have wanted you to do that for years, and now you just decide it's a bad idea” he turns to look at you, immediately rushing back when he sees the tear roll down your cheek.

“I don’t know y/n, it doesn’t seem like a good idea. I’m away a lot, you already spend way too much time worrying about me. It seems safer for us to stay as friends.” He spouts off reasons that he had been telling himself for the past few years.

“None of that would change, you’re right. Except maybe I would worry a little less” you take a deep breath readying yourself to risk it all “Maybe I’d worry less about you turning up on my doorstep with some girl you’ve met on tour. I’d worry less about the feeling of being destroyed when you introduce her as the love of your life. I’d worry less if I knew you loved me the way I love you.” The pause after this seems to last a lifetime. Maybe you’ve gone too far? Maybe it didn't mean the same to him? It could’ve just been a sick way of showing you he is all grown up now.

“You love me?” he whispers so quietly you nearly miss it. Your eyes are on the ground as you nod. Suddenly his hands are in either side of your face and he is pulling you into a kiss, this one is softer, more care behind it, as if he is testing how far he can go. You move your hands around his neck deepening the kiss as his flit down to your hips grinding into you. The simple kiss quickly becomes the most heated and passionate of your life. He is straddling you on the sofa when his fingers come to the hem of your shirt. He looks at you for approval before pulling the fabric over your head and attaching his mouth to your collarbone leaving small pink marks as he moves his way to your chest. His hands work skilfully round your back to unclasp your bra as you slip out of the straps and drop it onto the floor. He slides off of your lap, kneeling in front of you and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats. You really hadn’t thought this was where your night was going to go when you put on your ugliest but comfiest underwear this morning. A deep blush covers your cheeks.

“I swear I have nicer pants than this” you’ve covered your face with your arm to hide how pink you’d gotten, but he pulls them away.

“Since when are you ever embarrassed about anything in front of me?” he asks.

“I don’t know, maybe since I’ve been almost fully naked in front of you, while you somehow get to be fully clothed” he takes the hint an removes his shirt, throwing it in your face before continuing his previous path. You lift your hips so he can drag your underwear down your thighs. His tongue makes its way up the inside of your leg, biting down occasionally and making you squirm a little. He stops just shy of your core.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks not wanting to go somewhere you wouldn't be able to come back from.

“I’ve been so sure of this for a long time” you wrap you’re hands in his messy brown curls, urging him on. He chuckles and dips his head licking one long stripe along your folds. You moan at the sensation. He wasn’t your first but it’d been such a long time since the last time, not finding anyone that could hold a candle to your best friend. Jungkook's eyes are focused on your face. Watching the pleasure contort your face as he sucks on your clit. He moves one hand to your stomach to keep you from fidgeting, as he inserts a finger from the other into your dripping hole. You take a sharp breath at the sudden, but welcome, intrusion. He adds a second finger and the rhythmic pumping starts to prove too much for you. Your legs shake as your high approaches. Your grip on his hair tightens causing him to slow a little.

“Koo...k I.... I need” you pant trying to get him to understand what you need

“Use your words Noona” you pull on his hair playfully at the hated pet name and he stops completely causing you to whine at the loss.

“I’m sorry Kookie, please don’t stop, please I need you, I need you in me now, it’s been too long” you beg and he chuckles the air brushing against your already sensitive nub. He moves to unbutton his pants and pulls them down with his underwear letting his cock spring free. It’s bigger than you thought it’d be. You’d accidentally felt it a couple times when laying on him over the years, and obviously you’d fantasize about this just a little. But never anything like this. You move to put your hands on him instantly but he stops you, grabbing your wrists with one hand and using the leverage to lay you back. He kisses his way up from your hips to your lips until his lined up perfectly. You lean up hungry to reconnect your mouths. Tasting yourself on him makes you moan giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth. His hand reaches down to rub his cock through your folds, lubricating himself, before pushing all the way in. The quick entry makes you gasp. He steadies himself waiting until you signal it’s okay. When you nod that you’re ready, he starts slowly, small grunts falling from his lips. The sound is like music.

As he builds momentum you slide your hands free from his grasp, instead moving them to pleasure yourself. Rolling a nipple with one hand and reaching for your clit with the other. You feel your high approaching you again.

“Babe, I’m so close” you moan.

“Me too” he says through gritted teeth, focusing on not letting go before you do. “cum for me y/n” That’s all it takes to drive you over the edge. Your name used in such a sinful command by the man you’ve been in love with for years. He follows close behind and collapses on top of you. You let out a grunt at the sudden impact of his entire bodyweight and he chuckles a little as he rolls you both into a more comfortable spooning position.

“Kook?” you whisper as he nuzzles into your shoulder “Do you love me?” he never actually said it you realised in slight panic afterwards. He pulls your face back to look at him.

“With all my heart” he says pulling you in for another kiss.

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courtrae89 · 4 years

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Queens of Odins Eye Vikings/SOA crossover AU. Final Chapter part 1.

Warnings: smut, intercourse without condom (always use ptotection folks) language, minor arguments, cheating, tiny bit of pregnancy kink, but barely there, and bitchy friends being bitchy to each other 😂😉

I know it's been a very long time, but I really wanted to finish this, however I think its going to take at least one more part. Love you guys!

This fic is a collab with the beautiful, lovely crazy talented @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @grungyblonde

“I promise I’ll be back home to you soon Hap, I’m so sorry babe I have to go. I’ll call soon.. I’ll be home soon” I flipped the phone shut quickly, the shower curtain sliding across the rod signaling the end of my conversation with Happy. “forgot my towel, but seeing as your not dressed yet, maybe I didn’t really need one” Ragnar smirked, pulling me against his chest. I gasped feeling that his chest wasn’t the only thing hard, I could feel his member against my thigh as he leaned in to plant sloppy kisses down my neck, making his way to the valley between my breasts.

As much as I hated to admit to myself, gods he felt good. His hand reached around and yanked my head back by my hair, a moan falling from my lips. “fuck.. I love it when you make those sweet fucking noises, get on the bed. All fours. I want to hear you choke on my cock.” I of course did as he said, crawling on to the bed, turning to face his beautifully crafted cock. The Gods must have favored him greatly to give him such blessings. I was still sore from the night before.

“open your mouth.” Opening my mouth nice and wide for him, sticking my tongue out, my mouth was already watering in anticipation for him. He slid his cock between my lips, bringing it back out to slide it around my lips, coating them in my spit. “fuck you take my cock so good.” His cock slipped back into my mouth, and with each stroke he forced it down my throat a little more.

Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand he began to fuck my face without warning “I know you love chocking on daddy’s cock, don't you baby?” I did my best to moan out an answer, but that wasn’t good enough, Ragnar reached behind me spanking my ass. I almost came between the sting of his rings on my ass and the rawness in my throat, but I knew better. I was going to be a good girl for him today, tonight.. well that was a different story.

Without warning the bedroom door swung open Ragnar never lost his rhythm, and I never took my eyes off of him. “ahh starting without me again old friend, one might think you want Court all to yourself and a little to often recently” Floki always had a jealous side, especially when it came to Ragnar. It was kind of that way with all the men that had been in my life I suppose.

Without second thought to what Floki was implying Ragnar continued to fuck my face, my sloppy moans becoming louder “ you ever make her cum just by sliding your cock down her throat my friend?.... get the fuck out Floki, you'll have her tonight, we both will.” With a scowl on his face he turned and walked out the door, just as quickly as he had come through it.

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Ragnar could be insatiable, and today was definitely one of those days. Walking out of the front door together, he stops grabbing me by my wrist and pulling me back to him wrapping his arm around my waist, and looking at me with that hunger still in his eyes, his hand wraps around my neck and he gives me a sloppy kiss. “I'll see you at the bar in a few hours. Make sure Charlie is around, I may need to see you alone in your office for a bit.” Chuckling Ragnar finally made his way to his bike, the engine thundering as he took off for the club house.

I shook my head in disbelief, I had gone so far down this hole, I wasn’t sure how I would get out, but I had a plan. On still shaking legs, I made my way to my truck. Once inside I took a deep breath, I needed to get my head right before I called Happy again. Grabbing the rearview mirror to make sure my lipstick was still in tact I let out a scream, startled by the ghost that sat in my back seat. “what the fuck Brie! Are you fucking kidding me? Trying to kill me? Is that you, or are you playing one of your games again?” Bri laughed, fucking laughed! “oh it’s me sweetheart. You wanna tell me what the fuck that was I just saw?” I scoffed turning back around and starting the engine.

“I had to do something Bri, I couldn’t run away from it. It’s true, I don’t have to be attached to this club, but people I love are attached to this fucking town, this fucking club, and that fucking asshole has ruined everything!” I was pissed, my voice raised with each word, not because I felt like I was being slut shamed, but because why the fuck did she get to run away!

“Court, don't. I can feel it, don’t start on me. I had a million reasons to do what I did.” Bri’s death glare from the back seat caused goose bumps to spread over me. I knew her powers had grown tremendously, it wasn’t likely that they had ceased to do so while she was away. Still there weren't many I backed down from. “a year and a half Bri? Well your back at least, no doubt just in time for the final scene. Ivar has been insufferable, maybe now at least you two can hash this shit out.” I threw the truck in drive and pulled away from the curb, Bri's face unscrunching, a smile lightly playing at the corners, before she began to chuckle lightly. “you got balls bitch, but remember mine are bigger.” Oh how I was aware.

I dropped Bri off at her club and made my way to the bar, making good time. “Good morning Charlie! I gave him a bright smile. He chuckled “morning boss, you have a visitor in your office.” The devious smirk on his face confused me. “Thanks Charlie, be out in a bit” I called over my shoulder, making it to my door quickly, my heart was in my stomach, what if Ragnar beat me here and wondered why it took me so long to get here. I guess he would find out before the days end that Bri was back anyway.

I swung the door open, fully expecting those I icey eyes to be staring back at me, instead rich mahogany eyes stared back at me. I had longed to see those eyes for weeks, I was frozen. “I had to make sure you were okay.” Those words made me flash back to this morning, the desires I felt, the guilt was a heavy feeling in my chest, but I was doing what I had to. “Court come here… please” Happy broke my haze of guilt for the moment.

“Happy, God’s I’m so glad to see you.” I quickly dropped my bag in the chair by my desk, rounding it to curl myself into his arms. “Babe please don’t take this wrong, but you can’t be here, Ragnar, Floki, they could be having the place watched.” Hap tensed at those names, he hated having a constant reminder that I still wasn’t his completely. “I was careful, Charlie helped me out, but I could give two fucks, they’re just two more faces to add to my collection.” I understood his frustration, but he was jeopardizing everything I had been working so hard for. If they didn’t trust me I was as good as dead.

“Hap it ends tonight, I’ll be back in Charming and sporting your crow within the month baby, I just need you to let me finish this, without threatening everything I’ve done the past year and a half!” Hap scrunched his face, and pulled away from me, offended, hurt I would accuse him of putting me in any kind of predicament. “you think I’m not careful, that I wouldn’t do anything to keep you safe, to help you see this through? I’ve been sitting on the god damn side line for over a fucking year waiting for YOU Court, YOU! I asked you to take my crow for fucks sake, this ain’t no fucking joke to me, get your shit together and fucking come home, or I’ll fucking end it, the SONS ain’t worried about no war between us and OE!” I wasn’t really that surprised by his outburst, he was right, but I WAS worried.

“fuck…Ubbe…keep fucking me just like that baby” Ubbe's fingers tangled in Kia's hair, her back was flush against his chest, fucking her from behind. Those deep, hard, long thrusts driving Kia to the edge. Ubbe had his face burried in Kia’s neck, leaving bites followed by soft wet kisses to sooth the pleasurable pain he was inflicting on her, his grunts and moans filling the air. “This pussy will always be mine baby, Ivar could never fuck you like I do, I’m done with his games, you’re mine Kia, this pussy is mine, and soon you will be swollen with my child again." Ubbe had increasingly become more and more possessive, and as toxic as it could be at times, it was enough to pull Kia over the that edge, causing Kia to scream out his name over and over, her whole body shaking, eyes rolling, a woman possessed, her orgasm squeezed his cock so fucking perfectly his knees nearly faltered, “Fuck Kia, yes fucking cum all over my cock.” Ubbe's mouth fell open, and his orgasm washed over him. His cock spraying his hot seed inside her for the third time this morning, neither of them could stand any longer, the look of bliss on their faces as they fell to the bed. Ubbe took her face in his hands, kissing her with hunger still, he would never get enough of the way Kia made him feel so fucking good.

“You ever love anything so much you’d do anything to protect it?” Hap had heard that line before, but it was just as much true in my situation as it was in Jackson's. Hap leaned into me, his face a mere two inches from mine. “Come home Court, I’m done with the cat and mouse shit, take them down, protect your people and get the fuck out so we can move on.” He had said all he was going to, without a word he kissed my lips softly, and turned to walk out the door. “I love you Hap, and I’ll prove it I promise.” Hap didn’t acknowledge my declaration, he was gone. “FUCK” my head hurt, and it wasn’t even 9 am yet, what a fucking day it was going to be. “you alright boss? Sorry if over stepped, I didn’t think you would mind a visit from an old friend.” Charlie had stuck his head in my office hearing my frustrated growl, he looked like he was worried he had made the wrong move, but I wasn’t upset with him. “Its okay Charlie, you did right. Thanks”

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Across town..

When he finally caught his breath Ubbe opened his mouth, “I meant what I said Kia, we're done with Ivars games, I don’t care what we have to do. We can runaway, fuck, everyone else has. Bri, Hvitserk. Court almost made it out. We can go, start over.” Kia wanted the same, but she wasn’t blind by the orgasm that had taken over earlier, she knew without a doubt Ivar would hunt her down, she wasn’t going to take Isla from him, he would likely kill them in the most painful way, and she damn sure wasn’t leaving her baby girl alone with that motherfucker.

“Ubbe, we’ve been over this a million times, you know that’s what I want, but you don’t have a clue what terror awaits for us if we do.”

Some queens they all turned out to be she thought. Bri was no where to be found, ran away from her problems, leaving her to take the brunt of Ivars madness. Court leaving the only man that truly treated her as an equal, to be stuck between not one but two that treated her like property, but that’s what they were right “property of” whichever biker they had fallen for. And lastly herself, forced to be with a man that she had once loved so deeply, but despised with every fiber in her being now.

“earth to Kia.. are you listening to me?” Ubbe pulled her from her self loathing thoughts, she looked at his concerned face, those blue as ice eyes that all three of the men she loved in her life had possessed. “sorry babe I was just daydreaming about your little fantasy life” Ubbe gave her a look of disbelief “Its not a fantasy, it could be reality if you would just get your head out of Ivars ass and help me make it happen” Ubbe was frustrated now, his post orgasmic bliss gone. She clearly hadn't heard a word he said, “but you know as well as I do” Kia jumped up from the bed cutting him off as she landed on her feet “you know damn well what would happen, I’m fucking sick of talking about it, this is just how are fucking lives are for now Ubbe, I’m not putting my babies in an even more fucked up situation for you” Ubbe tried to cut in, get a word in, but when Kia was on roll, there was no stopping her. Kia paced the room ranting, picking up her clothes. Ubbe stood to stop her, try and calm her, but she was out the door before he could reach for her. Ubbe sighed, “great talk Kia.” he blinked a few times, did that really just happen?

Kia wasn’t ready for those conversations, and she wouldn’t be until Ivar could be half way rational, she wasn’t sure that would ever happen though. They had been miserable for over a year now. The sex was still fucking amazing, especially when the hate they had for one another boiled over into sexual tension, but they both thought of someone else when they came, and the after glow of that orgasm only lasted so long.

Kia pulled into the parking lot noticing Courts Tahoe pulling behind her, once her car was parked in front of her shop she took a peek at the clubhouse, eyes scanning to see any signs of Ivar, she wasn’t looking for another fight, she just wanted to meet with her client and do what she loved doing best. “What the actual fuck” Kia had to do a double take, her heart slammed in her chest, those last words she spoke to her sister, her best friend and fellow queen running though her head. “freak” how she ever said those words she wasn't sure, but she remembered that feeling of betrayly, though all the time that had past, that feeling had dissipated. She was still pissed though, the bitch never bothered to come back, try to make amends, that's not what family was about. Kia's eyes narrowed as she flung her door open, stepping out of the car, but before she could make her way over she spotted Bri holding on to the hands of two little boys no older than 5, they were a perfect mix of ocean blue eyes, and lovely bronzed skin, they were identical, they were twins, but Bri had only been gone for no more than a year and a half… how could this be, were they actually the product of Ivar and Bri's love? Before she could fully approach Bri, Court was beside her, the same look of bewilderment on her face. “Are they….?” Before she could finish, “it would appear that way” Kia let out, fuck how powerful had Bri become while she was hiding away, and is that why she didn’t come back sooner?

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I Am An Alpha Ch 27: Time To Relax

Hi lovelies I’m sorry this took me so long! I really tired to write the smut but it didn’t sound right so I just did the build and you can insinuate where it goes😉

“How did your talk go?” Kyungsoo wonders as he wraps me up in a blanket on the couch. He cuddles in close on my left side while an angry looking Jongin appears on my right. “Did you guys figure out how your brothers are alive?”

“We assume that they somehow snuck passed the soldiers patrolling the boarder of my village, nothing other than that. They were just lucky. Have they reached out at all?”

Suho shakes his head, “Nothing so far but it hasn’t been very long. Did you think about how you wanted to handle this?”

“Eh kind of,” I mumble awkwardly, “we definitely figured out a few different things we could do. Did you guys put any thought into it?”

“About the same, but these are your brothers Insoo, whatever we decide to do is completely up to you.”

“Are you serious?”

They all nod, “Of course, we wouldn’t make any decisions about something like this without you.”

Kyungsoo brushes a curl out of my face, “What were some of the options you guys came up with?”

“There is the obvious one of figuring everything out and maybe fixing all of the problems we had when we were younger so we can focus on our futures. Or we could just pretend that we never saw them and continue on with our lives.”

“Those are our options?” Jongin grimaces, earning a love tap from Suho.

My brows raise at that, “What did you guys think up?” Jongin’s mouth opens to respond but snaps it closed when Kris glowers at him. I look from one to the other then to my other mates, noticing the tension in the room. “What am I missing?”

No says anything.

I glare at their head alpha, “Hyung?”

He clicks his tongue, “Jongin why did you have to go and say something?”

“Did you tell him not to tell me something? What the hell? Jongin,” I look to the younger again and take his hands in mine, “What were you going to tell me?”

“Soo, I don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

“You are going to be in trouble if you aren’t honest with me!”

Jongin grimaces, he gives Suho a pleading look but the older shakes his head, “You dug yourself this hole.”

“Our back up plan if they caused to much trouble was to just… kill them?”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. I start wheezing, clutching my chest to catch my breath, unable control myself at the moment. “And you guys were worried I would be what? Offended?”

“I mean yea, they’re your brothers.”

“They are strangers,” I correct. ”My pack and I already came to the same conclusion, you guys aren’t the only ones who are quick to jump to the easiest solution.”

“Thank god,” The tan man relaxes with a shy smile.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” I praise, giving him a tight hug. “Now for the rest of you, do we need to have a talk about honesty?”

Baekhyun is quick to speak up, “We just didn’t want to upset you. Sorry Soo, you aren’t really mad, are you?”

“I’m more insulted than anything that you guys didn’t think I could handle this. I thought we were passed this whole walking on eggshells thing.”

“We are!” They shout together.

“Than prove it! You all need to be honest with me all the time, especially in this situation. I’m not fragile, I’m trusting you guys to not hide things from me just because you are scared of how I’ll handle it, okay?”

All twelve nod eagerly, Chanyeol and Baekhyun rush forward to me gushing apologies.

I place a single finger on both of their lips, hushing them, “I forgive you all so you can stop with the apologies. Let’s focus on these assholes we are going to have to deal with now.”

“We will deal with them when they call,” Kris insists.

“But-“

“No buts. You have had a very long and eventful day, you need some rest before we take this on, we all do.”

I deflate, knowing there is no real point in arguing. I’m sure their at they need a moment of peace more than me. As a deep breath leaves me my body suddenly sinks into the couch with exhaustion. ”I guess I could go for a nap.”

“You can take a nap with me little wolf,” Minseok answers immediately. He is on his feet, hand extended towards me.

As expected Tao jumps up, “Why do you get to take her?”

To my surprise the sweet man turns a terrifying glare on to his younger sibling, “I understand your rut is still lingering but today has been stressful. Let’s not add a fight to this, understand?”

No one questions the soft but dominant man. He looks back to me, his eyes become gentle once again, “Up, up, little wolf.”

I find myself obeying without a thought, allowing him to pull me into his arms, scooping me off my feet as if I weigh nothing.

“Wait a second.”

Minseok pauses as we reach the base of the stairs, he looks over his shoulder at Kyungsoo, “What?”

“She hasn’t eaten yet.”

The oldest thinks for a minute before nodding, “Bring it to my room. Just come in whenever it’s ready.” With that done he continues on his way up the stairs to his room. The door opens, revealing what I’ve grown to expect from these men, modern furniture with muted color palette. His color of choice is shades of gray. “Do you need to use the restroom before you lay down?”

I shake my head, feeling weirdly shy for the first time in awhile. He sets me down on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on in front of my to untie my new boots and set them aside.

“How are you feeling?” Minseok asks on the is done, but he stays there on his knees in front of me.

“Tired,” I shrug unsure of myself, “I guess.”

“I can see your eyes getting a little droopy but the rest of you is still tense, can I help you relax?”

“How?”

Long gentle fingers glide across the bottom of my foot, his nails are barely there but the sensation sends a tingling feeling right up my leg forcing my toes to curl.

“How did that feel?”

“Good,” my mind flashes back to the first time we met and he did something similar, “You must have magic hands.”

“I’m happy you think so. How about we take off some of these layers so I can help you relax a bit more?”

I nod, allowing him to remove my sweat pants and sweatshirt, leaving me in just a t shirt and spandex shorts. With that set aside he gets back to work on trying his best to relax me. I watch as his fingers go up my cage and back down again, his eyes flick up from his handy work to my eyes then back again to make sure I’m actually enjoying it. And I am, more than I probably should if I’m being honest. I’ve never had a proper massage, even though I’ve been in desperate need of one most of my life. Part of me is thankful that I never had one, it would be far too embarrassing to react like this to someone that is not my mate. My body is tingling. I resist the urge to just lay back and enjoy, seeing him kneeling in front of me does more than it should to my omega.

“Talk to me Insoo,” He quietly requets, “I haven’t been as blessed as my brothers to hear your voice as them.” His hands reach my thighs, each hand working it’s magic.

Instead of an answer, all I can let out is a whimper. It feels so good. His thumbs move in small circles, digging into the muscles and slowly opening my legs with each movement of his hands.

“That sound was very pretty but wasn’t what I was expecting. How about you tell me about my brothers?”

His brothers? At a moment like this where I probably can’t think of my own god damn name. He’s just being mean!

“How about Kyungsoo? What do you think about him?”

My eyelids flutter close once his fingers reaches only inches away from my most sensitive area. Kyungsoo. “He smells so good,” I mumble out. Images of him pop into my head, his smile drawing all of my attention. I find myself grinning at just the though lot of those full lips, my body has a bad habit of responding on its own when it comes to him. My thighs rub together, Minseok raises his brws at that.

“Does just his smell so that to you?” The man teases as he gently guides my legs back open. My eyes snap back open when his lips connect with my inner thigh. He freezes there, lips flush with my skin where my shorts end. “Or were you thinking of something else?”

I can’t help but admit it, “His mouth…”

My face is on fire, I resist the urge to cover my face when a rush of pheromones leave me. He smells it immediately, his pupils grow massive, his grip on me tightens, keeping me from shutting my legs again. “Did you hear that brother?”

I snap my eyes toward the now open door, Kyungsoo is there with a tray of food in his hands, fangs poking into his lips.

Minseok grins, “How about you put the tray down and help our little wolf relax? As much as she likes my hands, I think she would prefer your mouth, right Insoo?”

“Hyung don’t force her to do anything she isn’t comfortable with!” The younger snaps.

“I would never,” Minseok snarls in return. He looks back up at me, all playfulness gone, “You can tell me to stop little wolf whenever you want, you know that right? Are you uncomfortable at all? Do you want me to stop?”

My head shakes no before I can ever think. My insides are aching for attention now, even I can smell my own arousal.

“Satisfied? Now are you going to come over here or are you going to be a stick in the mud?”

I expect him to leave from the stern look on his face but instead he slams the tray down on the dresser to the left of the door and stomps over. “Move.”

“Someone is feeling bossy. Let’s make sure everyone is comfortable.” The older man takes charge of the situation, joining me on the bed and pulling me towards the head board. Leaning against the head board he drags me in between his legs, his chest flushed to my back. One arms circles around my waist while the other separates my knees that I had pulled to my chest. “We have to make room for Kyungsoo,” He tells me as he guides my legs wide open and urges my knees to lower. “There we go love,” His words flutter across my neck making me shiver. “Comfy?”

All I can do is mumble out a quiet yes.

“Should we let Kyungsoo join us?”

I nod.

“You heard her, come on.”

And he does. He crawls on to the bed, eyes fixated on me, I gulp. My heart starts racing as he reaches me, he kneels between my legs, rough hands glide up my cafes to my thighs and back again.

“Are you two just going to stare at each other or are you going to give her a kiss?”

Kyungsoo looks past me to his brother, “Shut up.”

“I wouldn’t have to help with anything if you wouldn’t keep wasting time.”

I groan, “Can you both just stop before I go to handle this myself?”

Both pairs of hands on me tighten, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then do something Hyungs!”

Minseok laughs in my ear, “So demanding now. I love it. For now, let’s drop the whole Hyung thing, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Come on,” He urges, “I wanna hear you say it.”

I grin devilishly, “Make me.”

“Better get to work brother before I do.”

Without a word Kyungsoo leans back down to place a few kisses on my inner thigh, first the left then the right.

“Are you ready little wolf?”

“Yes please.”

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sweetsweetkpop · 4 years

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💫😈Dee’s Kinktober😈💫

Day 18: Anal play

Pairing: Jaebum x Jinyoung

Genre: Smut

WC: 600+

Warnings: Anal Play, Fingering, Rimming

Notes: I’m doing my best to catch up with Kinktober. So these are gonna be fairly short. I’ll make it up with Day 31

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Day 17 Day 19

“ Are you being serious right now?” Jinyoung looked at him in disbelief as Jaebum sat on the edge of the bed with a smile.

“ I’m being completely serious right now. Don’t let my smile fool you.”

“ I think you’re getting too cocky in your abilities.” Jinyoung crossed his arms as his weight shifted onto one leg, making his hip poke out.

“ If that’s so true, then let me prove myself. If I’m wrong, then I’m wrong. So if your so sure of yourself, let me do it.” Jaebum sat there, legs spread as he pulled his hair up into a messy bun.

“ You really believe you can make me cum by just messing with my ass?” Jinyoung gave him a look before laughing at him, but Jaebum’s face didn’t change. He sat there patiently as his boyfriend looked at him in disbelief.

“ Yes, I do believe I can, so strip out your clothes and let me eat your ass.” Jinyoung nearly choked at the tone a deliver of his words, but tool his clothes off anyways. Jaebum watched him crawl into bed, laying on his back bare as he threw lube on the bed and climbed onto the bed, perching himself between his legs.

“ Wanna take back your statement before I get started?” Jaebum asked him, placing open mouth kisses on his thighs.

“ Just do it already if you’re going to do it.” Jinyoung sassed as his legs were pushed up more to expose himself, trying not to blush at the idea.

“ Don’t mind if I do,” Jaebum mumbled, his breath against his skin as he licked as his hole suddenly, making Jinyoung gasp before frowning at hearing a chuckle from between his legs. Jinyoung wanted to say something else, but Jaebum spread his ass with his hands as licked at his hole.

Jaebum was focused he held him still, teasing and licking at his hole until he pressed his tongue inside, earning a small moan from Jinyoung.

Every once in awhile, Jinyoung would let out low groans from his lips, his hips bucking a few when he’s tongue what reach a good spot inside. But it didn’t take long for him to try and close his legs around Jaebum’s head, cock standing tall and twitching, precum leaking down his shaft as Jaebum had to wrap his legs in his arm, so he could keep him still. His legs would shake in his strong grip, his moans would grow louder the more Jaebum worked his body, becoming a tad high-pitch when he pressed his fingers inside, touching his prostate.

Jaebum didn’t stop nor did he come up for air. It was as impressing as it was worrying cause his thighs were shaking consistently and he was now panting as he had a hand deeply rooted in his hair, pulling a few strands from the bun he had in earlier.

“ Jaebum wa-” Jinyoung tried to warn him as but he finally looked up at him, catching his heated gaze and it just added to the heat pulled in his stomach. Jaebum went back fingering and licking his hole, pressing his fingers roughly at his prostate until one more thrust made his thighs still and cum coated his stomach, back arching off of the bed as he let out a breathless moan.

With his eyes closed, he laid there until he felt his legs get placed down and he felt him hover over his body. Opening his eyes, all he could see was a shit-eating grin on his face.

“ Wanna take back what you said early?”

“ If your gonna fuck me, you better do it now.” Jinyoung sassed pulling him closer, wrapping his legs around him, causing him to smile as he reached for the lube on the bed.

“ Don’t mind if I do~”

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two | hard to forget | adam page

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Ahhh okay. Here we go. This is going to pick up where Darlin left off, give or take a few days so… if you haven’t read that, you might want to stop everything and go click on the link above and do that.If you think things are getting even SLIGHTLY happier here well... I have some bad news for you. We’re in the angst zone here. We will be for a little longer. So yeah. There’s that.

I am planning on throwing them into an interaction soon, I promise. Just for a little while, it’s gotta stay this way bc they’re both balls of anxiety and stress.

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adam hangman page x ofc! rosalie.

↱ summary↲

Adam and Rosalie shared a night together. A night that neither one of them can forget and yet, neither one of them seem to be able to talk to the other about. Between their own personal issues, backstage gossip and other awkwardness, will they eventually find their way together?

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I switch back and forth between first and third person (first=rosalie and third=hangman) and I realize that can be jarring for some, so I thought I’d warn you about that now… Now on to the actual warnings you need to be aware of…slow burn. angst. two stubborn fucking people both going through their own issues. alcohol mentions. probably smut at some point, idk. for now, that’s all I got. OFC has self worth issues and anxiety. FWIW. No, they won’t magically be fixed by the end of this. If you’re here for that, it won’t happen. They won’t dissolve just because the story takes a turn. This shit is something I struggle with, so all of this emotional baggage/etc is being written the way I personally experience it. Everyone’s experiences are different and I realize that. Anyway... That’s all for the warnings.

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TWO

[ Hangman ]

He sat at the bar, staring down into the whiskey glass in front of him. He couldn’t stop going back to what Kenny’s response was earlier. He couldn’t get his head around just how easily it was for Kenny to turn his back on their tag team partnership and yet, if he really thought long and hard about it, he couldn’t blame him either. Taking another long sip of whiskey, Adam sat the glass down on the bartop, his head resting against his hand.

Downtime couldn’t come fast enough this time around. He needed time and space to think. To figure things out. His mind was still frantically holding out hope that there had to be a way to fix the situations he currently found himself in. Both of them.

Because there had to be a way to get Rosalie alone and talk to her. He needed to know if his head or his heart or all the rumors that seemed to be swirling around the back this week were right. He needed some sort of confirmation to move on and try to put what happened between them and his feelings out of his head or not.

At the thought, he found himself scanning the crowded bar, searching for any sign of Rosalie. He spotted her across the bar, crammed into a booth with Sonny Kiss, Swole and Thunder Rosa, her head back in mid-laugh. When the guy in the leather jacket walked past their table and looked her up and down, his breath caught and he knew that it was better if he turned around but for whatever reason, he couldn’t.

He felt the briefest relief when she didn’t even bother looking at the man in the leather jacket, choosing instead to focus on the bottle of tequila in front of her that she was apparently drinking straight from.

He eyed the situation carefully, trying to gauge her current mood. Trying to prove to himself that hooking up with him had been a one-time thing and no, she wasn’t currently beating herself up or losing her mind over what happened like he was lately on top of everything else.

,, People are sayin that night is just somethin’ she does. And I don’t wanna believe that because somethin about it don’t seem right, but it’s not like she’s in a hurry to talk about what happened between us either…” Adam thought to himself, scowling and promptly trying to vanquish the thought from his head by pouring himself another measure of whiskey from the bottle sitting in front of him into his glass.

The older country that had been playing on a jukebox towards the back switched to Five Finger Death Punch and he grumbled to himself, right up to the point in which he saw Rosalie slinking back from the area, the bottle in her hand and a smirk in her face. When she climbed over the back of the booth seat to settle back between Swole and Rosa, he chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “How the hell does she listen to this shit?”

By the fourth round, he nearly had himself convinced to just walk over and talk to her. He kept telling himself he’d do it when her friends left. Then her friends left and he sat there, hesitantly perched on the edge of his stool.

From beside him, MJF spoke up, a taunting laugh as he did so. “Crashed and burned already, hm? From talk backstage, you two were going to be the next it couple. But like usual, you can’t help yourself. You just like to watch the world burn.”

Adam’s fists clenched and he glared at MJF. Then he remembered some of the guy’s past exchanges with her and he rubbed his chin, chuckling quietly. He’d overlook all the other stuff the asshole said that hit a little too head on at the moment.. About him being incapable of just being happy until the world was burning all around him. He chose instead to focus on the fact that obviously, if the guy was sitting here next to him, then the guy hadn’t made all the progress he told anyone in back who would listen that he was making with Rosalie.

“Aw, she shoot you down again, little boy?”

“She’s a teasing bitch. But no. In fact..” Maxwell waved over a bartender and ordered himself a glass of bourbon, “I think I might have figured out a way to break down those so called walls she has. I mean.. I figure as long as I’m not you and I don’t do whatever you apparently did, I have a shot, right?”

Adam leaned in to Maxwell in the blink of an eye. Maxwell gaped as Adam gripped his shirt front and flashed a mean smirk. “Go ahead, little boy. Go right ahead. But I promise you. I swear. If you do one thing to hurt her, I’m gonna kick your damn head off.”

He let go and settled completely back on the stool, the two men having an intent staredown until Adam tossed wadded cash on the top of the bar and shoved his way out. He needed to get to the sanctuary of his own hotel room.

He needed to think. There had to be some way to fix everything. There had to be. He stubbornly refused to believe there wasn’t. He’d been through worse with the guys before. They were okay.

,, maybe this time you pushed too far, man. And if you don’t do something about the other now, it’s going to eat at you too… But that’s the catch 22… Doing somethin means you might get an answer you don’t wanna hear...that you might not be able to handle right now.” the thought was an unsettling one and it had him punching the wall by the elevator lightly.

[ ROSALIE ]

“Girl, the man was staring a hole right through you. How much more proof do you need?”

Rosa’s question had me pausing, leaning against the hallway wall as I raised the bottle to my lips and shrugged. Swallowing the tequila, I grimaced at the lazy burn when it crept down my throat. It wasn’t Tito’s, but tonight it would have to suffice. I mulled over what she said. I knew he’d been watching me. I could feel him staring. The thing of it was, every time I got the idea in my head to get up and walk over, I remembered the current rumors going around about me backstage. And I remembered that I have a tendency to make a mess of everything I touch according to most. Or that I’m not and never will be good enough, according to others.

Yeah, maybe it’s stupid, but… Maybe this is just one of those things that’s better left untouched. Besides, the guy probably thinks I’m a whore now, I mean… I’ve heard the rumors. I’ve heard them and if I didn’t know myself better? I’d think I was a whore.

Pretty sure Maxwell’s been stirring around in shit because I won’t just crawl into bed with him. He wants me to have no other option. And if he thinks even remotely I won’t just die alone before letting it, he’s a goddamn fool.

“It’s not that easy, Rosa.” I finally answered, taking another long pull from the bottle in my hand. Letting my head rest against the wall. I was dizzy and tipsy and yet... I wasn’t numb. I hadn’t magically forgotten everything that’s always on my mind and any of the newest invasive thoughts that had cropped up lately either.

Brains should come with an on/off reset feature. You don’t like your mind one day? Reset button. It’d be one hell of a lot easier than being stuck with all the doubt and loathing and irrational fears and invasive thoughts.

“It is! All you have to do is walk over, sit down and talk to the guy.” Rosa insisted.

I eyed her and laughed. “After the shit Maxwell’s been saying this week? I don’t see that going well. He probably believes it all like everyone else. I mean hey… The upside of this whole shit-show is that if I get lonely, I have plenty of offers. Only for one night because naturally..” I trailed off, shaking my head. No, nope.. I was going to bind my legs if I had to. Not even going to consider meeting a guy at a bar and taking him back to my room anymore because whew boy... Did this whole rumor going around about me really make me stop and think. And I didn’t want to be seen as that kind of girl. ,, even though there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with enjoying life and you don’t owe anyone a goddamn thing. christ, you’re pathetic. a real dumpster fire, rosalie.” the thought came and I shoved it out, wincing at it’s invasive brutality.

“But none of them are the one you want. God, you’re so fucking stubborn.” Rosa grumbled, the back of her head hitting the wall behind us lightly as she sank down to sit beside me. I laughed a little and I couldn’t tell whether it was the tequila in my hands or the absurdity of this entire situation that would literally be so much easier if I were anyone but me right now. If I had better confidence. If I dared to believe or hope that I could have a great guy that I truly loved without that guy merely settling because I was there and made myself available like I used to all the time.

Like I did that one night I had Adam Page. It had been so easy to fall back into old habits, natural as breathing. That in itself had me terrified.

“I picked one hell of a year to quit smoking.” I groaned quietly, letting my head butt back against the wall as I laughed and sat there, trying to imagine every single scenario that might arise if I did just talk to him about that night.

But when all your mind will cook up are the bad ones. The absolute worst of the worst. You see my problem, yes?

I couldn’t be the first to say something. I knew for a fact I couldn’t take hearing him casually dismiss our night as a one-time thing. I couldn’t take him saying what I’ve heard so much now that it’s ingrained in me deep and keeps me doubting myself at least eighty-five percent of the time. I couldn’t take a risk and have him turn out to be just like the rest.

But I knew at the same time that sooner or later... somehow.. I was going to crack. Because as much as I feared the worst, I couldn’t keep sitting on any of this either.

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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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Pocket Sized - Kinktober 2019 Prompt: Micro/Macro

Summary: Richie comes home to find Eddie sitting on his bed, only, there’s something horrifyingly different about him. Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language Disclaimer: This was given to me as a prompt for Kinktober, as something out of my comfort zone to challenge myself, so I hope I did it justice. I've never even read a micro/macro fic before, as it's not really my thing, but I had a lot of fun with this. Also, this is my first time ever writing something that takes place in the canon world, so let me just take a moment to say FUCK PENISWISE. (also in this fic even when pennywise is in hibernation or whatever, he's still able to terrorize derry in various ways, so... just go with it)

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If living in Derry had taught Richie anything, it was to not be surprised by the sheer weirdness of the going-ons in their town. By the age of 17, so many inexplicable circumstances had wrapped their claws around Richie and dragged him through the mud that he’d have permanent dirt stains on his soul forever.

Things had certainly settled down in the years since him and the other losers had faced Pennywise; a child-eating clown had its way of making other things look small in comparison, but there were still moments when Richie’s spine shook with the frightening reminder that Derry was not a normal town. Like when he’d catch a glimpse of a headless man driving by him on the highway, or when spiders crawled out of Mary Gretsky’s ears in homeroom.

In all the Derry weirdness he’d encountered, however, what was before him was horrifying of a whole other variety.

“E-Eddie?” Richie stuttered out, still unbelieving what his eyes were telling him. Upon his bed, settled on his pillow like a chocolate truffle at a hotel, was what appeared to be a miniature sized version of his best friend.

A voice responded, familiar, but pitched higher than normal. Richie had to get closer to hear what it was saying.

“Yes it’s me, you idiot. What, do your glasses suddenly not work?” The small Eddie squeaked with a smirk on his lips.

Richie considered it for a second. Could it be his glasses causing this… absurdity? Maybe if he took them off, blinked, and squinted really hard, Eddie would be back to normal. Blurry, but back to normal. He tested the theory, only for Eddie to turn into an out of focus fuzz, now even smaller than before. Richie readjusted his glasses and sighed, admitting defeat to the strangeness that had introduced himself.

“Well excuse me for being a little surprised when I walk into my room and find my tiniest friend has shrunk to an even tinier size.”

“I did it for you… you don’t like it?” Eddie pouted.

“I- you- what?” Richie’s head reeled with the inability to understand all the impossible things developing around him, a pressure creeping itself behind his eye sockets.

He blinked, and suddenly found himself sitting on the bed. He didn’t remember sitting down… didn’t remember walking across the room or dropping his backpack on his desk chair. Yet somehow his environment had changed as if a scene cut in a movie.

A small tickle on his hand brought his attention back to the present. He looked down and saw Eddie was sitting in his palm, idly playing with one of his fingers in curiosity.

“What do you mean you… did this… for me? How- and- and why?” Richie raised Eddie to eye level, holding his hand flat so Eddie stayed cradled within it.

“I know you think about me.” Eddie giggled, as if delighted he’d discovered a secret that Richie hadn’t told anyone. Richie felt his throat begin to close and his ears ring hot.

“You think about how small I am, how big your hands are when you splay them across my back to steer me in the hallway or steal my drink from my hold when we’re at lunch.”

Eddie was reading Richie like a book, a book that Richie himself didn’t even read for fear of indulging in its sinful contents. How had he… how could anyone have known? Richie kept these feelings locked up deep inside; didn’t even dare write his feelings down in a diary, too worried the homophobia around him would materialize into a monster capable of reading and spread all of his dirty thoughts to the world.

“I thought you’d like it even better if I was smaller.” Eddie finished.

When Richie looked back down, he found Eddie completely nude. There weren’t clothes strewn about, it was as if they’d just vanished, as if Eddie had never been wearing them in the first place.

Eddie was smaller alright. In fact, he couldn’t have been bigger than seven, maybe eight inches at most. Richie wanted to laugh at the fact that miniature Eddie was still bigger than Richie’s dick by a couple of inches, though he’d never admit it to anyone.

“Come on Rich, don’t you wanna touch me?” Eddie goaded, tugging on Richie’s thumb impatiently as if he wasn’t giving him enough attention.

“Eds, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Something really weird is going on and I- you’re not yourself right now-”

“I’m better.”

“No, you’re-”

“No one will find out this way, Richie. You can touch me as much as you want, and no one will ever know. I’m the easiest secret to hide; small enough to fit in your pocket.”

Richie knew something was wrong, could feel it creeping up his spine and nudging at the back of his head. But he’d wanted this for so long, had repressed these feelings and thoughts and wants for years… it was hard to deny this little moment of pleasure.

Holding his one hand still, he lifted his other with shaking fingers, but paused halfway when he realized he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Sure, he’d jerked his own cock before, but he’d never… and Eddie was so small now… how was he even meant to…

Eddie smiled calmly, a calm that should have been reassuring, but churned Richie’s gut with nerves instead. Eddie turned over in his palm, getting on all fours and holding on to Richie’s index and ring finger to keep himself steady. What presented itself to Richie was a beautiful sight; two round cheeks spread to reveal a hole so small it looked more like a beauty mark than anything.

Richie finally decided on bringing his finger up and running it down Eddie’s back. Light goosebumps erupted on that tan, freckled flesh, and it caused the same reaction on Richie’s skin as he swallowed thickly.

Repeating the motion, he ran his finger down Eddie’s back, but this time let it slip down between those cheeks that held the promised land Eddie seemed to be offering.

“Fuck…” Richie breathed heavily, just noticing for the first time how hard his cock was in his own pants. He’d been too caught up in the weirdness of it all to think about how undeniably hot this was.

“You don’t have to be so gentle with me, Rich. I’m not gonna break.” Eddie teased, arching his back a little farther. Richie didn’t quite believe him, took in how tiny he really was and thought it impossible to touch him without wrecking him… but wrecking him sounded pretty good, if Richie was being honest.

Richie brought his hand up to his mouth and darted his tongue out, just once, testing the waters as he lapped at Eddie’s entire backside before pulling away.

Eddie moaned surprisingly loud for such a small body, petering off into a whine as he was pulled away from the wet heat.

“Do that again.” He begged, pulling on Richie’s fingers like they were controls to a machine.

So, of course, Richie obliged. And then again. And then a few times more until Eddie had sat up on his heels and began fucking himself on Richie’s tongue. The tip of it slipped between Eddie’s legs and provided friction for his cock and balls, while the brunt of his tongue stood in as a makeshift chair, on which Eddie writhed like he was on fire.

Richie, meanwhile, was trying to undo his pants one handed, which proved to be a feat harder than it sounded. He imagined it was probably a hilarious sight, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling into the palm of his hand, while his other struggled to get a simple belt undone.

Once he’d finally freed his ruddy cock and gotten a hand around it, Eddie was crawling off his tongue and situating himself on his back, legs spread lewdly in a way that framed a tiny cock of his own. It almost didn’t look real, looked like it might have been molded from clay within a thimble, but the sheen of pre-cum that coated the head proved otherwise.

“Fuck me, Richie.” Eddie said, reclining even further against where he rested against Richie’s fingers.

Richie had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from cumming immediately. Surely, he couldn’t, there was no way Eddie’s body could take it-

“I can take it.” Eddie answered, as if reading Richie’s mind through his trepidation.

Richie inspected the area, noting that Eddie’s cock, thighs, and ass were all literally dripping with saliva. In fact, he was sort of laying in a small puddle of it, though he didn’t seem at all bothered. Richie wondered if he should still grab the lotion he kept on his bedside table, just in case they needed extra lubrication, but then Eddie was writhing again and ushering the thought to the furthest corner of Richie’s mind.

“Please- Richie- I need you-”

“Right, yeah of course, uhhhhh-”

Richie looked down at his own weeping cock, and then around his room frantically, as if he would be able to find something to help him out. A third hand maybe? He finally settled for laying across his bed on his stomach, pillow under his chest and hips pressed firmly against his soft bed sheets. He propped himself up on his elbows, so both of his hands were in front of him. From this angle, it looked a bit as though he was acting out a puppet show. If it weren’t for the pulsing reminder of the adulthood between his legs, he’d almost have slipped into memories of playing with childhood toys.

With expert precision, Richie eagerly lined his pinky finger up with Eddie’s entrance. From up close, it looked more like a tiny rose bud, puckered up invitingly and fluttering every time Eddie moaned, needy and desperate. Richie swallowed once, held his breath, and began gently pushing against the ring of muscle.

To Richie’s shock, it opened with zero resistance, almost sucking Richie’s finger in until he hit the first knuckle. Now, Richie didn’t know much about bodies, or sex, but he knew from the whispers he’d heard under the bleachers at school that “taking it in the ass hurts” and “queers enjoy the pain”. So, suffice to say, this seemed abnormal. But then again, what wasn’t abnormal about your best friend shrinking to the size of a doll and begging to be fucked.

“More.” Eddie moaned, trying to shift himself down further on Richie’s smallest finger. The sight was obscene in the most intoxicating way.

Richie pushed a little and watched as Eddie’s body took him to the second knuckle. Eddie’s lower stomach bulged, and it made Richie grind his hips down into his mattress with an intensity he’d never felt before. God, he felt nauseous and lightheaded and dizzy but so delighted, drunk off Eddie’s cries, spurred on by his encouragements.

Eddie’s hole slid up and down his finger with ease, fitting him like a ring. Richie didn’t have to do much moving, much like with his tongue earlier, Eddie was happy to take control and fuck himself down on to Richie’s hand. Richie was thankful, honestly, because with his current level of arousal, he wasn’t sure if he could focus on much more than rutting into his bed.

“So good- fuck- so small, Eds-” Richie’s tongue was heavy in his mouth, his words slurring out between his lips without permission.

“See? Doesn’t this feel good, Richie? Letting go, giving in to the darkness.” Eddie’s voice didn’t seem to match his body, floating by almost as if whispered by the wind. It made the hair on Richie’s body stand on end, but he was too far gone to care.

Eddie’s small frame was clenching around Richie’s pinky, giving warning to his oncoming climax.

“Rich- Richie- fuck, Rich!” And with a cry that rang almost eerie, Eddie was convulsing in Richie’s palm. His toes, no larger than jellybeans, curling in on themselves, as his torso buckled over and he clung around the base of Richie’s pinky finger to steady himself.

He composed himself shockingly quickly, sitting back up, still impaled on Richie’s finger, as if he hadn’t just had the life fucked out of him. His eyes locked with Richie’s, and with urgency, he asked Richie something that would forever be seared into his mind.

“Cum on me.”

Richie’s hips stuttered from where they’d been rhythmically humping himself closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck…” Was all Richie could say before he was scrambling up on his knees, bringing the palm of his hand that held Eddie just under the head of his cock, and began pumping himself with the other.

It didn’t take long, maybe all of five seconds for Richie to be pouring into his own hand, watching as Eddie’s body was completely coated in the white, sticky mess. Something yelled in the back of his mind, reminding him ‘Eddie would hate this! Eddie would think this was unclean!’ but he ignored it in favor of watching the fantasy play out right before his eyes. It was too tantalizing not to.

Once all the shocks had wracked his tall frame, and he’d gotten as much out of his spent cock as he possibly could, Richie collapsed onto his back. He held his hand, and subsequently his cum covered Eddie, above the mattress, avoiding more of a mess than necessary. He let his eyes drift shut for a moment, his head spinning with thoughts of what just happened, and what comes next.

Richie reopened his eyes a moment later, clarity starting to come back to him as if he’d just woken up from a dream. He sat up, prepared to discuss the inevitable, when he found his hand empty, bar for his own cum. Feverishly, Richie’s eyes darted around his bed, his desk, his bookcase, even peered at the window, but there was absolutely no sign of Eddie anywhere.

“… Eddie?” Richie whispered into the empty room, his heart clenching when there was no reply.

Had… he imagined all of that? No, there was no way, it had been too real.

His phone ringing from across the room caused him to jump out of his skin, darting over to it before the rest of him could even respond. He had the receiver pulled to his ear so fast his cock was still hanging out of his pants. He tucked it away shyly and grabbed a tissue to clean up his hand while greeting whoever was on the other line.

“Now, didn’t IT feel nice?” A voice sang from the other end of the line, a voice not unfamiliar, but not easily placeable. It was a little rough, and high pitched like an adult trying to mimic a child. The voice had odd inflections, kind of drawn out but not in a dull or drowsy way.

“W-what?” Richie found himself stuttering out of fear, then immediately chastising himself for becoming big Bill over a measly phone call. He cleared his throat and retried, this time making sure to puff out his chest in a faux display of confidence. “What?”

“I said, didn’t it feel nice?”

Richie froze. A new voice, one he knew like the back of his hand.

“Did… what… feel nice…” Richie asked cautiously.

“Wow, okay, your diet of coke and licorice really has made you brain dead. I said, didn’t it feel nice to have real energy, instead of the sugar high you’re always running on? I can try and get my mom to pack me extra salad tomorrow too, but only if you promise not to spit the pieces of carrot back into my container again.”

Richie vividly remembered what Eddie was referring to. Earlier at lunch, they’d shared his salad since his mom had packed him too much, and Richie, as per usual, had packed 5 dollars in a paper bag along with a can of soda. What he couldn’t remember, however, was how he’d gotten on the phone with Eddie in the first place. Had he been here long? His head felt foggy, his thoughts turning to molasses when he tried to wade through them.

“Eds, did you call me just to talk lettuce?” Richie pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning his elbows against his desk and hunching forward.

“Uh, you called me… Rich, what’s going on?”

Panic rose up like bile in Richie’s throat, and it’s the panic that caused him to ask what came next.

“Were you in my room earlier?”

The silence was tense as he waited for an answer.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked slowly, the humor in his voice verging on anxious, like he felt he was being left out of a joke.

Richie sighed, slumping lower in his chair and letting his hand fall from his face.

“Nothing, never mind.”

“Okay, weirdo. Anyway, Bill wants to meet up at the Quarry tomorrow at noon. He said to bring your swimming trunks and any snacks you can smuggle out of your kitchen without your mom noticing. I think Beverly is bringing chips, and Ben mentioned something about chocolate Ding Dongs-”

“Do you wanna go to the movies instead?” Richie asked, bravery manifesting from sheer lack of caring. In the last hour, his emotions and cognition had been pulled apart in so many directions and squished back together like silly putty; he just couldn’t find it in him to care anymore. What was real, what wasn’t, it didn’t matter. He wanted to take Eddie to the movies, so he was going to ask. Simple as that.

“Uhhh, sure, but we’ll have to call everyone tonight and try and get them to change their minds.” Eddie answered, not fully sold on the idea but always one to hop on alongside Richie regardless.

“No, Eds, I mean just us.”

“But Bill-”

“Screw Bill. Can I take you to the movies or not?”

The rephrasing was bold, removing any doubt in Eddie’s mind of what Richie’s intentions were. It took a while for Eddie to answer, almost too long, long enough that Richie was about to begin back tracking when a small squeak interrupted him.

“Yeah.”

Richie’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t expecting this, or, well he hadn’t been expecting anything really. His courage had been fleeting and now he was quickly deflating under the pressure of following up.

“Y-yeah?” Richie confirmed, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously.

“You gonna pick me up on your bike? Let me ride on your handlebars?” Eddie teased, managing to diffuse some of the tension they both felt from this unspoken agreement to tip toe into dangerous waters together.

“That’s not the only thing I’ll let you ride.” Richie quipped.

“Goodbye, Richie.” Eddie snapped with no real bite. Richie could picture the roll of his eyes that would mask the small smirk hiding behind those features, an action he loved.

“Bye, Eds.” Richie answered into the receiver, though the line had gone dead.

Distantly, Richie thought he could hear laughter, unhinged and maniacal, but as quick as it came it disappeared, replaced once again with the dial tone.

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spectorbarnes · 6 years

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Mission Accomplished

pic credit: @221bshrlocked

warnings: smut (18+) threesome, foreplay, oral

a/n: to all the seb/henry hoes like me. hope it’s worth it. inspired

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The sound of the bedroom door being locked followed by two different sets of footsteps made a shiver run down your spine. The air in the room suddenly felt colder against your naked body. You pulled at the handcuffs around your wrists, making the headboard of the bed creak with every tug.

“No, no, no.” A deep British accent came out of the man who whispered in your ear. His hot breath against your cold skin made you flinch. You didn’t know the man was that close to you. “Sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to scare you. You can’t see anything with that blindfold on, can you?”

“This pretty little spy thinks getting away from us will be as easy as tugging at the handcuffs.” You heard another voice at the foot of the bed followed by light dancing of fingertips against your ankle. You bent your legs to the side and pulled your feet closer to you on the bed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to be as convincing as possible, but the chuckles after that proved it didn’t work on them.

“I’m going to be very clear. Just tell us who sent you and we’ll let you go.” The British man answered. You wished they could see you roll your eyes behind the blindfold.

“You can both go to hell.” You hissed, moments later you felt a strong hand wrap around your neck, thumb, and finger pressing tightly against your skin, blocking your airway.

“Listen,” the British man sat down next to you, making the bed shift on your left, “don’t think I already forgot when you walked into that bar in that red dress an hour ago and started flirting with me out of nowhere. You moved on after I refused to give in and kept flirting with all my men here too. The only reason I think-”

“Henry, look.” The other man said out loud. You were taken by surprise, what could have possibly been so interesting that made the whole room go silent? A rough finger from your right circled your already-hardened nipple. “She likes it.”

Fuck.

“You like being choked? Hm, I think I figured out another way to make you talk.” Henry said in amusement. His hand let go of your neck as he shifted in the bed.

“Drink up.” You felt the still, un-named man press the rim of the glass against your lips.

You wanted to decline but your throat felt so dry, you had to risk it and hope the glass was filled with water. You opened your mouth and took the cold liquid in. Bourbon. The few ice cubes in the glass hit your lips, you tried to fit one in your mouth but the man took it away. Suddenly, the cold ice began to circle your nipple.

“You like it when Sebastian plays with you, princess?” Henry whispered in your ear, now laying down beside you. He reached over to grab an ice cube from the glass and traced it along your neck down to the valley between your breasts and down your stomach.

“I’m still not going to talk.” You smirked. “You’re just wasting your time.”

“She didn’t say no,” Sebastian said.

Henry traced the ice cube to your navel, watching your stomach quickly rise and fall with every breath. After, switching his cube from one nipple to the other, Sebastian looked over his shoulder and saw your legs still tight together. His right hand traced a wet trail the ice had left on your body until his hand slid between your thighs and pulled them apart. Henry slid the ice between your folds to which you reacted with your back arching.

“Amazing,” Henry whispered. He stood from the bed and seemed to search for something in the corner of the room. Sebastian focused on you, he brought his lips down to your nipple and mimicked the ice cube’s moves.

Your jaw dropped and let out a small moan, instantly regretted making such noise. You tried to remember what Sebastian looked like at the bar to at least have an idea of what this looked like without a blindfold. The small brush of his mustache on your breast as he switched sides helped with the process of elimination of the men you had tried to seduce earlier. He was definitely the handsome one with the buzzcut.

The small buzzing noise was barely audible and caught you completely by surprise as it was placed on your clit.

“Oh my god,” You gasped, hips instantly stuttering forward towards the machine. Sebastian felt a small pinch of jealousy towards Henry as he stole your attention. Sebastian’s teeth lightly pinched your nipple and tugged on it. You threw your head back with a moan and Sebastian smiled in triumph, but Henry didn’t stop with the vibrator.

“Give me a name, sweetheart. Who sent you?” He asked. You were reminded of the reason you were here in the first place, cursing yourself for believing it was all a sweet dream where it was all pleasure and not business.

“Not a chance.” You smiled. Did they really think you would give up a name? you clearly didn’t want this to end. He pressed it harder against you, sliding it down your folds then up to your clit again.

“Fine,” Sebastian said, standing up from the bed to join Henry at the end, nudging him to remove the vibrator. “You won’t mind if I do this then.” He bent down and licked one thick stripe up your folds, your thighs clasped around his head as his tongue continued to work wonders around your clit and beard rubbing against your inner thighs.

“Yes, oh yes!” You gasped. “Please don’t stop. I-I’m going to-”

“If you want to come, you’re going to have to give us a name,” Sebastian said, pulling away from you.

“Son of a bitch,” You huffed, trying to make the fire building inside of you go away, it wasn’t letting you think straight.

“By the way, you taste delicious,” Sebastian’s fingers spread you open, looking at your glistening pussy before slightly dipping the tip of his fingers in your hole, teasing you. “So wet for me. But I want more.”

“I want to get a taste too, love.” Henry joined in. “I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.”

“I think she has to be on the edge again in order to give us a name,” Sebastian said. “Maybe it’s time to take the blindfold off.”

Your heart pounded against your chest. Moments later, the blindfold loosens up around your head until it fell from your eyes. Sebastian grinned, towering above you, naked. You looked at the edge of the bed to see Henry, also naked, between your legs ready to devour you.

“Go ahead, Henry. Add some fingers while you’re at it.” Sebastian nodded. Henry lowered his mouth down on you, his sweet tongue taking his time circling around your clit. Two of Henry’s fingers entered you, setting a brutal pace, making you pinch your eyes shut.

“Choke her,” Henry spoke before going back down on you. Sebastian’s hand wrapped around your neck as he locked eyes with you. You whimpered, keeping your eyes on him. He couldn’t help himself and he leaned down to kiss you. His tongue dipping into your mouth. Henry added an extra finger and it seemed to do it for you because you pulled away from Sebastian’s kiss.

“Richard. I work for Richard. He sent me here to spy on both of you. Now uncuff me and fuck me.” You panted. Sebastian desperately removed the cuffs from your wrists and pulled you to him, placing you down on the bed as he entered his length into you.

There was no holding back, you moaned and screamed his name as he thrust into you without mercy. Henry crawled over on the bed to pin you down on the bed as Sebastian had his way with you. You reached up to grab Henry and pulled him down for an upside-down kiss.

Sebastian hitched your leg up on his shoulder as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your g-spot. Your kisses with Henry were opened mouthed as you tried to warn Sebastian of your release. Your walls clenched around him, his climax triggered yours and he fell on top of you, catching his breath.

Henry nudged Sebastian to move as it was his turn. He wrapped his arms around you, laying both of you sideways on the bed. Your leg was held in the air by Henry as he entered you. You were still quite sensitive from the climax you had just come down from. Henry’s thick member sliding wonderfully inside of you. Sebastian moved in front of you, reaching down to play with your clit as Henry thrusted into you. You took turns kissing both men as you neared your second climax of the night. Henry emptied himself inside of you as you reached cloud nine. Henry pulled out, your pussy leaking both his and Sebastian’s come along with your own.

The three of you tried to catch your breaths on the bed. After a few minutes, you stood up, oddly walking across the room. You reached for your dress and started giggling to yourself, which caught both men by surprise.

Before they could ask anything, you spoke.

“I don’t work for Richard, I work for Derek.” Sebastian and Henry’s eyes widened as they recognized the name. You slid your dress on and placed your arms through the shoulder straps. “He sent me down here to introduce myself to the team, and I must say this was a hell of a welcoming party. I hope this isn’t the last.”

“It won’t be.” Both men said in unison.

#henry x reader x sebastian #henry cavill #Sebastian stan #i got a lil something

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bobbyseyesmile · 5 years

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Burning Heat

Love can be beautiful. Love can be passionate. Love can be everything you ever wanted.

But what happens if it turns ugly? Everything you ever wanted starts to fall apart and hurts you in every possible way? Sometimes you have to push your principles back in return to save a loved person.

Can you really beat the Bad with the Good?

GENRE: Sequel to Hot Ice- filled with Angst, Smut and more Angst

For 6 months everything was just perfect- your job went well, a huge promotion waited after weeks of sleepless nights, long overtime hours and the sometimes-ungrateful mood swings of your boss. But you did it! You endured it so well, he promised you an even better paid position in the company and your own office.

Tonight, were the last overtime hours and meanwhile you laid in the huge king size bed, shared with your partner in crime and boyfriend, Taemin. After confessing each other’s feelings, nothing big changed between you two, except for all the things you didn't do before:

Telling each other 'I love you', holding hand in public or private, kissing, cuddling and all the cheesy stuff happy couples just do. Finally, there was the mind-blowing sex between you two.

You would never forget your first time with each other, the handcuffs that tied you to his bed, the ice cubes between your thighs and all the sinful things Taemin did with his tongue that night.

"What are you thinking?" the voice of your lover asked, his naked body pressed against yours, arms holding you tight to his chest while fingers caressed the soft skin on your stomach.

"I just thought about our first time." you admitted and heard him chuckle seconds after.

"Was good, right?" you felt his lips ghosting over your neck, up to your ear shell where he nibbled softly on the skin. A shiver ran over your body and you nodded, not trusting your voice right now. "Hm? I can't hear you."

You let out a shaky Yes and heard him hum in approval. His fingers roamed upwards to your chest, feather like touches twisted your nipples and a small moan escaped you. Sex with Taemin was never boring or monotonous, he had always new ideas to bring you two over the edge in the most exciting bliss. Just the mere thought of all the sinful positions you tried, made you already wet.

"T-Taemin..." you breathed.

"Hmm?" his lips nipped on your neck, kissing, licking and worshiping the skin there.

"Fuck me..."

You heard him groan and silently cuss before he bit down, leaving a hickey on your skin, marking you as his for the world to see. You felt his fingers wandering again, this time between your legs, testing your wetness but as soon as a finger slipped between your folds, you herd him cussing again.

"You seem eager today... did you miss me?" he referred to all the nights you spend in your company, working your ass off while he slept alone in this huge bed. "Did you think about me in your office? I often laid alone in bed, thinking about you in all those tight skirts and high heels whenever you left for work... Sometimes I thought about driving there, bend you over the next table and fuck you till you pass out..."

"Taemin..." you whined and unintentionally opened your legs more for him. A finger entered your hole, setting a slow pace while massaging your walls.

"Did you think about me at work?"

"Y-yeah"

"Hmm... and did you touched yourself when no one was around?" he asked, his voice now deeper, practically dripping of lust. Another whine from your lips before you nodded.

"I-I did..."

"Tell me exactly what you did." he ordered, the cheerful side of him suddenly gone. Now he was the same person who gave you multiple orgasm till you passed out- you knew there was no going back now. Once in his dominant persona and you couldn't walk for days afterwards.

"I waited till everyone was gone... Till I was alone in the building..."

"Hm... go on." A second finger entered you, moving in scissoring motions to stretch you for the upcoming pleasure.

"And then I pushed up my skirt and..." you gulped and stopped for a moment. Your cheeks turned hot even though you didn't feel embarrassed, your dirty talk improved so much since you were with him but you knew that Taemin enjoyed it when you acted shy and all flustered.

"And what? What did my princess do, hm?" he whispered against your ear and you shivered in return. He knew exactly what you were doing that night, you sent him a video of yourself while he laid in bed, stroking himself, wishing that it was your pussy instead of his hand.

"I fingered myself." you moaned out and heard him growl. He loved dirty talk, it was a huge turn on for you two even though you were an amateur in contrast to Taemin who was the master in it.

"Yes, you did..." his fingers increased a little bit on speed and you moaned in return. "You showed me your pretty pussy, right? And you were so ready for my cock that day, completely drenched and glistening... I imagined how you'd stretch around me, how your tight little hole would be filled with me... You always take me so well, princess..."

See? Master in dirty talk.

"Taemin, please fuck me already!" you moaned and heard him chuckle behind you.

"Not yet, you're not ready, baby." He scissors his fingers again and attempted to add a third finger but you stopped him.

"I'm ready!"

"Y/N..." he sighed and kissed your cheek. Taemin never fucked you before there wasn't at least half an hour foreplay, stretching you with his fingers since he didn't want to hurt you. It happened one time that you two had spontaneous sex in a bar after teasing each other for hours, Taemin entered you without any foreplay. Long story short: It felt like you've been impaled, a surprised cry escaped you and tears rolled over your cheeks. It didn't hurt, it was just so intense that you came right on the spot and your body shook from the sudden orgasm. Since then there was a lot of foreplay before he even thought about entering you.

"Please... I need you so bad." you begged and he shook his head. You wanted to feel this kind of pleasure and intensity again so you tried again, wiggling your ass against his hard member and heard him moan. "Don't you want to feel my tight pussy around your cock? How my walls clench the moment you're entering me?"

Your dirty words did wonders, you felt that his self-control started to crumble beneath him. He wanted and needed you as much as you him.

"You're such a cock-hungry little brat, aren't you? I could fuck you the whole day and you wouldn't have enough..."

"N-No..." you whispered and felt his hand on your leg, holding it upwards to reveal your most sensitive area. Cold air hit your wetness and you hissed at the sudden feeling of it. The moment you opened your lips, begging for him to fuck you already, he shoved his length inside you in one go.

"Fuck!" you moaned out loud, your fingers grabbing the sheets, your teeth gritting so hard your jaw hurt.

"O-Okay?" he asked and shuddered while he staid still for a moment. You weren't okay, you were fucking-fantastic but couldn't get a single word out.

"M-Move..." This wouldn't last long, both of you knew, you were too thrilled up to drag it out even more. He started to pound inside you, a harsh pace controlled his movements while his face was nestled in your neck. Breathy moans escaped his lips and you knew, he was so damn close. So, you clenched around him.

"D-Don't..." he growled, trying to sound menacing but he was as just a mess as you. Your arm sneaked behind you, crawling your nails in his hips, testing his self-control once again.

"Princess..." he warned and you clenched as hard as you could, your own orgasm within one reach. His hand darted forwards and gripped your throat, squeezing it strong enough for you to choke. "Don't fucking test me..."

The submissive side in you crumbled against the floor, shivering of his touch. But the brat in you craved more, wanted to feel him snap, to be rougher as usual.

"Or w-what?" you dared to asked. Challenging Taemin could be the best idea you ever had, or the worst. The moment his motions came to halt, you knew you're fucked.

"Princess?" he whispered. "You know I love you, hm?"

"I-I love you t-too..."

"I know." he kissed your cheek, this small act lulled you in false comforts, your body relaxed released the clenching grip you had around him. You sighed deeply when his fingers stroked over your hips, his lips graced over your neck leaving small pecks everywhere.

The moment Taemin felt you completely relax he smirked. It was a devilish smirk but you couldn't see it, your eyes were closed in complete relaxation. Minutes ago, his own high was so near, but what he loved more than a mind-blowing orgasm for himself was to put you back in place and to prove a point: That you were his. And he was yours.

The sudden sharp thrust of his hips made you choke on air, eyes widened in realization that he tricked you. The grip around your throat tightened, his pace rougher than ever before till tears rolled over your heated cheeks. He kissed them away, knowing damn well that you loved it whenever he manhandled you.

"I-I'm c-close..." you choked between a hard thrust and he hummed in agreement. The hand, who held your hips with an iron grip, moved between your legs, rubbing your oversensitive heat.

More tears left your eyes but you didn't care- you were so close... Just another touch of his fingers against your clit and your body started to shake uncontrollable. It was the strongest orgasm you ever experienced, strangled and whining sounds left your lips while his hand released your throat.

Taemin held you through your intense orgasm but his fingers never left yours, still circling over the overstimulated nub, chasing his own release. You heard a deep moan and felt as he released his hot liquid inside you.

"N-No more!" you screamed and tried to yank his hand away from your heat but he just chuckled and continued the sweet torture for another few seconds.

"Alright, alright..."

Both of you fell back in bed, completely and utterly fucked out. "This was so good..." you mumbled and licked your dry lips. Taemin glanced you an amused look and then closed his eyes.

"I missed you so much the last weeks..."

"I'm sorry." you mumbled and cuddled against him, your head on his chest while he softly stroked your hair. "But it's finally done with all the overtime hours and the long nights at the office."

"You know you don't have to work, right?" His voice was still breathy but sounded calmer now. You bit your lips. He had said that a few times the last months, not understanding why you need to work when your boyfriend was a rich idol who could afford a whole island for you.

"Because I want." you answered a little bit annoyed. Why didn't he just drop it already? "I want to feel normal, not like a chick who gets spoiled by her boyfriend all the time. I want to make my own money and then spend it."

Taemin laughed and tousled your hair. "As soon as we're married we're going to have joint accounts, you know that, right? Then it doesn't matter who earns the money, it's our money after all."

"M-Married?" you stuttered and sat up in bed. He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what made you look so shocked.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to be a proposal, is it?" A weird feeling spread in your stomach area and you gulped, hoping this wasn't happening right now. Not that you didn't loved Taemin, god, you loved him more than anything else! But a marriage? Now?

"Okay, what's the problem right now, Y/N?" Now he sounded annoyed too, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Nothing it's just... It’s too soon to talk about it."

"Too soon?" A meanwhile upset look on his face. "You were engaged eight months back, you wanted to marry this rat back then!"

"Yeah, after dating him for years not a few months!"

"You know me your whole life! I know you better than anyone else, he could never know you that good as I do!"

"True but..." you threw your hands in the air, desperate for an explanation. "Tae... I want this between us! I really do! But... why can't we just enjoy what he have right now?"

"I've waited for years..." he started and fixated a spot on the wall. "I want you to call mine. Officially."

"Tae..." you placed a hand on his chest and he turned his head to meet your gaze. "I am yours. Whether there's a ring on my finger or not- I am yours."

He sighed and nodded. "Fine."

You gave him a small peck and cuddled against him once more. Both of you whispered sleepy “I love you” before you heard him softly snore. You couldn't sleep for a very long time that night because you knew- the topic wasn't over yet.

Weeks passed without anyone of you bringing the topic up again, you already thought Taemin forgot about it.

"Babe? Did you saw my navy-blue Hoodie?"

"Yeah-" you responded from the living room, sitting there cross-legged watching TV. "I'm wearing it."

"Babe..." he chuckled and you started grinning when he walked inside the room. "That's the biggest Hoodie I own, I'm sure you could fit three times in it!"

"It's the most comfortable!" you whined in response and made him chuckle again while Taemin leaned down to kiss your temple.

"Maybe it could be useful when you're pregnant one day."

Your grin disappeared as fast as Taemin disappeared whenever it was his turn to do the dishes. Did you just hear him right? Taemin noticed the sudden change in your behavior and cocked an eyebrow, just like last time when you two discussed the topic marriage.

"What?" he asked and it sounded annoyed as hell. "What is it again?"

"Nothing but... you can't just drop statements like that!"

You stood up from the sofa and watched him ruffle his hair. He looked pissed. "Why can't I say things like that to my girlfriend?"

"Could you please stop talking about serious topics like they're as easy as choosing a drink at Starbucks? What the hell is wrong with you, Tae?"

"I'm not saying they're easy but we can talk about it? Listen, Y/N, if we can't talk about our future..." he paused and you saw him gulp. "...then there's none."

"Taemin..." you sighed and rubbed your temples, they started to hurt like hell.

"Keep it." he groaned. You watched him with widened eyes as he grabbed jacket and keys and stormed out of the door.

This was just a bad dream, was it?

The last weeks arguments like that one turned into something regular. Suddenly you fought over stupid things, had discussions for hours and days and then ignored each other after it. Sometimes you just glared at each other and then fucked on the living room carpet or the table. Sex was the only thing where you didn't need to discuss things, it felt like a flow and you forgot for a few moments that you were in the middle of a fight.

Taemin was rough, he gave you hickeys all over your neck and chest, claiming you as his, fucking you into oblivion till neither of you couldn't walk or talk anymore. That's how your fights always ended.

But the last and worst fight ended this time with a furious Taemin who didn't came home for three days. He packed a bag with some things and left, without telling you where he headed. You assumed he stayed with one of his band members or just slept in the studio. To be honest, you didn't frickin’ care, you just couldn't stand him now.

"He isn't home yet?"

"No." you mumbled back after Kibum called you, asking what the heck was wrong with their Maknae.

"Y/N, he didn't attend practice for days! Where the fuck is he?"

"I don't know. He didn't tell me, I thought he's with you guys."

"No, clearly not! The boss is furious, okay? I needed to lie and told him something about a flu Taemin caught!"

"Where's the problem then?" You sounded bored and Kibum was shocked to say the last. You didn't know where your boyfriend went the last days and you didn't seem eager to found out.

"Y/N... what's with you two? Can we help or something? I mean we detected that there wasn't something right but either of you told us and so we-..."

"Kibum?" you cut him off and heard him hum seconds later. "If you reach him... tell him he can stay wherever he is."

You ended the call and fought the tears that formed in your eyes. Those words hurt you more than all the things and accusations Taemin had said to you. Was this it? The end of your relationship?

You felt sorry for declining all the calls from Kibum the next hours but on the other hand you didn't know what to say. There was just one person who popped in your mind, the only one you wanted to talk right now, so you called him.

"Hey..." he mumbled after picking up the phone. You probably just woke him, it was the middle of the night but as soon as Kai heard your trembling voice, he was wide awake.

"K-Kai? Can we meet?"

Kai watched you sipping the third milkshake now and just ordered new ones whenever the glass turned empty. He knew what was up, there wasn't even a need to tell him. As soon as he picked you up, your eyes red and swollen and Mascara slightly smeared, he already knew that it had to do with his best friend.

After sitting in that small bistro, for more than an hour now, you started talking and told him everything. Between your sentences, tears rolled over your hot cheeks and Kai handed you silently new tissues. He just listened to you and all the concerns that bubbled in your mind, not interrupting you even once.

"So..." he began after you finished talking and the waiter handing you a new milkshake "...all the small discussions, between you two, turned into big fights and then Tae just left, days ago?"

"Y-Yeah..." your voice broke and Kai nodded. "He was with you, r-right?"

Kai nodded again. Of course, Taemin was, Kai was his best friend for years now, the two men knew each other better than their small back of their hands.

"Yes. He headed to our dorm and stays there right now."

Kai didn't like it to interfere in another people’s business. People did it with his and Krystal's relationship and it was just the worst... In the end they broke up exactly of that reason. But right now, he felt sorry for you and for his best friend, years of friendship turned into love and now into fights and accusations...

"Y/N, Taemin told me his side too and to be honest, and after hearing both sides, I understand each one. Tae's afraid of losing you, you're his first serious relationship and he likes to show that so it's normal for him to talk about your future. On the other hand, there's you. I truly believe you're afraid of taking the next step, and I can understand that! Your previous relationship lasted four years and Jackson even proposed to you but then cheated and your life fell apart, right? You're afraid that you get hurt again, that your life, what's pretty stable now, collapse again just like a card house. Am I right?"

You stared at him, speechless. Kai hit the bullseye and summarized your fears and concerns in a short speech.

"Kai?"

"Hmm?"

"Not that I want it right now but... Do you think... he would be a good father?"

"I think..." he started and then smiled "...he would be a great father, Y/N. And I also think that you already know that."

"But... I don't even know if I want to have kids someday! Jackson and I just once talked about it... He didn't want any and I... I didn't know and never thought about it again. After we broke up, marriage and having children weren't an option for me anymore, I just wanted to heal and Taemin helped me through it! Weeks later we started dating and believe me when I tell you that I love him with all my heart but..."

"But you don't want to think about the next step yet." Kai finished the sentence and you nodded quickly.

"Yeah! The magic word here is yet. I don't want it yet!"

"I understand how you feel, I'm pretty sure I would feel the same. But maybe you should tell him the same as me right now. He won't reject you, Y/N. He would give everything for you, even his career. He would end it within a blink of an eye, not even think about the consequences from the company. You found yourself a man who loves you more than himself and that, my sweet little Y/N, is rare in today's world."

You knew, everything he just said, was 100% true. Maybe all those fights were a big misunderstanding, each one too afraid to be honest enough about your fears...

"I should call him, right?" you asked after a few minutes and Kai laughed.

"Why are you always asking things you already knew. Yeah, go ahead and call him, I bet he's still awake and plays games with Sehun and Chanyeol."

"Alright..." you sighed and grabbed your bag when your phone suddenly started ringing. You gasped and turned your head to Kai.

"Maybe he had the same thought as you." he winked and you couldn't stop the big smile what spread on your face. You answered the call faster than ever before, too excited and stirred up in your emotions.

Kai observed your face and came fast to the conclusion that it wasn't Taemin who called. Your smile faded with every second the call continued and you just hummed here and then, said small "I understand" and "Okay's".

"Who was it?" he asked after you ended the call. Your lips formed a stern line and your fingers played with a napkin on the table while you seemed lost in your thoughts.

"The hospital..." you took a deep breath "...Jackson had a heart attack."

"What?" Kai sat up in his chair and leaned a bit forward. "And why did they call you?"

"Because he's alone here in Seoul and doesn't have any family members left..." you explained, suddenly feeling melancholic and put back in time when your ex-boyfriend told you that he's an orphan.

"And it seems that I'm still his emergency contact after all this time..."

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breathtaeker · 6 years

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Ultimately (Jungkook, You)

“I apologize for all the tears, I wish I could be different but I’m still growing up into the one you could call your love..”

Song: Ultimately by Khai Dreams

Word Count: 1, 702

A/N: This is the second half of Tired. I originally thought of keeping the ending but when I was listening to Ultimately it just reminds me of Tired. If you haven’t read the first one I do suggest you to read it first before diving into this one. Btw, I didn’t put the genre because I don’t know which category this one belongs to since the only genres I know in tumblr are smut, fluff, and angst lol If someone could help me out, that would be great! Anyway, I really hope you like it. Enjoy~

It was the afternoon and you hurried to the convenience store for the cup of ramen you've been craving since the day you got back. Man, did you miss the scent of after rain in Seoul. How long has it been? Three years?

Three years after you decided to travel abroad for a new beginning. What happened between you and Jungkook really left a hole in your chest that the moment you got home after that night with him you decided that you needed to fill the empty space with new happy memories.

It helped a lot. You reflected on a lot of things especially your relationship with Jungkook and it helped you grew into a better person that despite of what he did to you, you still learned how to forgive him.

You gently pushed the glass door and heard his songs play in the background. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you don't love him anymore. You still do but you also learned how to love yourself.

There were times when you hated yourself for loving Jungkook after all his done but you've told yourself a hundreds of times that everything takes time and your feelings for him will go away sooner but for now all you want for him is happiness.

After that night with him you never really heard anything from him ever again. It may be because you cut out any connections from him. "I'm sorry, Tae." You said grabbing your bag. "This is the best for everyone."

Taehyung nodded and smiled. "I know. As long as it helps you feel better, I'm fine with it."

You smiled and walked up to him before giving him one final hug. "You're still my favorite oppa." You joked and he chuckled.

That day Taehyung visited your place to check how you were going knowing that Jungkook and you broke up, but he was more than glad when you told him that you were going to travel to feel better. He felt a little sad when he found out you were also leaving that day but you thank him for being such an understanding friend. Before you finally left he swore that even though you would lose your connection with him he was still your best friend.

Now you're back and it's been a week now and you haven't seen or heard anything from them, except for the usual news of their group's success internationally. You don't expect to see Jungkook and get back with him just because you've forgiven him, that's not what you want anymore but a little bit of catching up wasn't a bad idea.

But then you thought otherwise when you turned around after paying for your ramen and the person standing in line behind you was Jungkook himself.

You froze in place and so did he. You stared at each other for a full minute when you realized how much he changed; he's much taller, broader, and a little tanner than you remembered.

You looked away and cleared your throat before walking to the boiled water station to put hot water in your ramen. You tried to frantically open your cup of ramen when you felt his presence behind you and his signature manly scent filled your nostrils.

Suddenly you forgot how to function like a normal person because you seem to forget how to pour water in your cup. You quietly cursed when the water got to your fingers and moved your cup away and sighed to yourself looking down at the redness of your thumb.

You heard someone cleared their throat which snapped you back to reality that Jungkook was just standing behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw his eyes filled with something you recognized as yearning that disappeared when he blinked. "May I?" He asked reaching out for your cup.

You scrunched your forehead but let him take your cup away from you anyway. You watch as he pours the hot water in your cup for you. When he turned to you, he had this nervous expression before giving the cup to you.

You stared at him. "Thanks." You muttered before taking the cup from him and walking away confused.

You took a seat at one of the empty tables and tried to focus your attention to your steaming ramen when you saw a figure from your peripheral vision slowly walking up to you. You braced yourself knowing who it was, you could still recognized his strong scent even with that distance.

"Y/N.." He called when he stood at the opposite side from you.

You looked up and raised your eyebrows questioningly. "Can I help you?"

"Uhh.. Is this seat taken?" He said pointing at the chair in front of you.

You looked around noticing that every seat is vacant before looking back at him. "Jungkook.." You called and he felt chills crawl up his spine as if the sound of his name on your lips was a struck of lightning. "Every table is vacant." You informed and he nodded.

"I know." He said nervously and something in you change.

"No." You muttered. "It's not taken."

You looked away when he finally took his seat. You had a sudden thought if your feelings for him was slowly fading away or actually growing stronger. You looked at anything except him when your eyes landed at his food; the biggest cup of ramen and four sausages. You bowed your head trying to hide the smile creeping up when you realized that he didn't change one bit. Still the biggest eater, I see. You thought.

You tried your best to put all your attention at your ramen but sighed when you realized that it was still cooking and so was his leaving the both of you with nothing to do but keep this awkward silence that was slowly eating the two of you.

"So.." He started. You looked at him and watch as he fidget with his chopsticks. "You're back."

You nodded. "I am."

"How have you been?" He asked looking at you.

You avoided his gaze by looking out the window before saying, "Great."

He nodded and stared at you for a long time until you looked back at him. "What?"

He snapped and cleared his throat before shaking his head making the strands of his hair fall on his eyes. "Nothing.. I just thought your hair is longer now." He pointed.

"Oh.." Was all you could say and it was back to the awkward silence.

The both of you stayed silent for a whole minute contemplating if you should continue where you ended but in a better light now before sighing and saying, "Jungkook— "

"I'm sorry." He blurted out. "I really am now."

You opened your mouth but no words came out which Jungkook took as a cue to continue. "I know what I did to you was something I can never be forgiven for and I don't expect you to forgive me because I deserve the guilt that built up inside me. But I really want you to know that I really am sorry for what I did to you."

"Jungkook.."

"Y/N, you've been nothing but the best of me. You really are and I think I'm better whenever I'm with you. But whenever you're gone I just have this thought of how much you've been giving me the best of me but I never give you the best of you. It's just—" He sighed, frustrated that no words can truly describe his insecurity to you. "I just want you to be with someone that can help you bring out the best version of yourself and all I did when I'm with you is take and take and take until you're left with nothing."

"You know that's not true."

"It is." He mumbled and your heart broke seeing him so vulnerable.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said. "I really am."

"You've been saying that for the past minute." You said watching him fidget with his chopstick. "You don't have to be, kook."

He looked up. "But I am."

"Well that's useless because I've forgiven you a long time ago." You watch as his eyes grew bigger. "I spent the last years thinking about us and myself, and I've realized that we're still young and we make a lot of mistake and we will in the future. Mistakes help us grow into a better person."

"Well, this is a mistake I'm not going to make again. I promise." He said innocently and you narrowed your eyes. You watch as realization dawned into him at the thought of how much meaning his words really carries. "I mean.." He cleared his throat. "I'm saying that I want to—I mean I'm not going to anyway, no wait that's not—Uhh.. It's just—shit.." He sighed.

"Don't worry, it's not happening anymore." You said and you watch as the glimpse of hope in his eyes disappeared.

"I know." He mumbled. "And I don't think I'll ever be able to prove it to you."

"Jungkook, it's not me you have to prove something—it's you. Try loving yourself first for you to realize what it really means to love someone." You said. "Please."

Jungkook looked at you for a second before nodding. "I'll try for you."

"It's going to help you a lot."

"I just—I want to grow into a better man for you, you know." He said and the sincerity he's suddenly showing felt overwhelming to you. "I still love you but I don't have anything to prove to you yet."

His words left you speechless. He still loves me? You thought watching him sigh deeply as he opens his cup of ramen as if what he just said didn't mean anything to you.

"Hopefully when I actually have something to prove to you, I still have a chance." He said before slurping the noodles.

You watch as he eats his noodles like what just happened didn't give you a rush of thought all at the same time. You smiled thinking how careless he still is with his words. "We'll see." You mumbled opening your cup of ramen.

It was the afternoon and the two of you were at the convenience store eating ramen in a comfortable silence as if what happened to the two of you before never actually happened. You prayed that Jungkook realizes his worth and ultimately gets better if not the best.

END

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#jungkook #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #bangtan #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenarios #bts #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #part two of tired #breathtaeker

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writteninsunshine · 4 years

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Let Your Colors Fill My World 001/003 - Axel/Zexion - SFW

Title: Let Your Colors Fill My World

Author: Donnie

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Various

Pairing: Axel/Zexion

Characters: Axel, Zexion, Vexen, Reno, Xigbar

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/3

Word Count: 4323

Type Of Work: Chapter Fic, Part of the Run To Me series

Status: Incomplete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Secret Relationship, AU - Modern AU, AU - College AU, ABO Dynamics, Mating, No major smut, Vexen is Zexion’s Father, Xigbar Adopted Axel Reno and Marluxia

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Axel’s cat Pandora and Zexion’s cats D’Artagnan and Hamlet.

Summary: A thirty kisses meme for Axel and Zexion with an ABO college AU.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: https://discord.gg/FyaWw25

I really got into this ship on accident after rping with my husband and it happened on accident. I really can’t help myself, I needed more of them. I hope you guys don’t mind. Here we go!

Let Your Colors Fill My World Chapter Two

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Chapter One: Reminded Of Your Pretty Eyes

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(1. Look Over Here)

“And then you-- Axel?” Zexion passed a hand over Axel’s face with a frown, before finally leaning forward and kissing him. That seemed to help get his head back in the game, and the elder man leaned in to chase his lips. Zexion nipped him softly with his teeth and shook his head, “How much of that did you space out for?”

“Huh?” Axel blinked a little bit, staring at him, “What do you mean?”

“You were zoning out. You’re as bad as Roxas.” Zexion rolled his eyes, smiling slightly as he leaned forward, “No wonder you have to be tutored. Apparently you can’t focus unless I touch you. You’re so tactile.”

“What’s that mean?” It wasn’t like Zexion didn’t insult him occasionally, but he didn’t think right now would be the best time. Was that even an insult? Zexion’s entire vocabulary was way higher than his, despite the younger man being three years younger than him.

“You like to be touched.” Zexion stroked his bare palm over Axel’s cheek and the elder man purred, causing him to roll his eyes again. “You need to focus or you’re going to fail this class. You can’t go into accounting if you can’t even pass the basics.”

“I don’t really think I’m going to fail just because I--”

“If you can’t handle the basics, you will fail.” Zexion sighed, straightening up from where he had settled to lean against the table. Crawling into his lap, he scooted into the best possible position to continue. “Will you listen, now?”

“I-- Y-Yes.” Axel murmured into his hair, pressing his nose to the nape of the other’s neck, “I can do it.”

“Then let’s try again.” Zexion took a deep breath. “Now, let’s see… We’ll start back here,” He began, pointing to a page he turned to in the other’s textbook. Axel knew he was in for a long afternoon.

(2. News; Letter)

[Text To: Fire In The Hole] You are never going to guess what happened.

[Text To: Sexion] Wut? Good or bad?

[Text To: Fire In The Hole] What do you think?

[Text To: Sexion] It’s hard 2 tell with u.

[Text To: Fire In The Hole] Meet me at the fence.

Axel was in his backyard in a matter of minutes, and he could almost hear the vibrating of the sixteen-year-old on the other side. Pushing back the broken plank, Axel’s jade eyes met wide cobalt as the younger teen grinned at him.

“Woah, you look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.” That was something Xigbar had definitely taught him to say. “What’s up?”

“Radiant Garden accepted me to join the Biochem program.” Zexion kept his voice down, but he nearly looked like he could jump for joy. “I’ll be able to begin working in the lab Vexen works for in my second semester.”

“That’s great, Zex,” Axel grinned, crouched in the corner of the yard, “I’m really happy for you.” Even if that meant his boyfriend would probably have to take even more time away from him for studying.

“You sound sad. Didn’t think you’d be my main focus forever, did you, Axel?” He teased, sitting on his knees and scooting close, “Do you need reassurance?” Axel often needed his attention to prove that he was important.

“For what?” Axel tried to laugh, rubbing his hair down against his neck as he scooted closer to face him better, “What are you going to do when you start going to school? Get drunk and mate someone else your first day?”

“Oh, hardly,” Zexion cackled, hiding his amusement beneath his hand, “You’re the only person I can feasibly see myself being even remotely nude around, so you shouldn’t worry. Come here.” Pushing more at the loose plank, he pressed the bridge of his nose to the top of the hole.

Axel eagerly scooted closer, kissing the smaller’s lips and melting into the feeling of it. That was probably better for easing his worries than anything Zexion could have said.

“Anyway, don’t you go to RGU? What sort of partying have you been doing?” Zexion accused playfully when he pulled back, leaving Axel wanting, chasing his lips.

“Getting tutored by a sixteen-year-old.” Axel replied, “And I’m in the math department. Biochem is on the opposite side of campus.”

“Well, we’ll have to meet in the middle for lunch.” Zexion told him, “I’ll let you know what my schedule is when I get it. Maybe we can even talk Vexen into letting you be my ride.”

“I doubt it.” Axel chuckled, “But a little hope never killed anyone.”

(3. Jolt!)

How long had he been sitting outside of McDuck’s Ice Cream Parlor, now? Zexion was sure that he was going to be waiting all day. If Axel kept him there alone much longer, he’d be forced to start eating before he arrived. Sighing, he placed his elbow on the table and his head in his hand as he closed his eyes, pulling a small paperback of Of Mice And Men from his jacket pocket and began to read. The pressed flower bookmark he had had in it made him smile. A birthday gift from Axel when he’d been eleven, something he had kept in pristine condition all this time.

After a few minutes’ worth of reading, he glanced at his phone. Axel had said that that was where they were going to meet… Maybe he was waiting inside. Sighing again and starting to get up, he jolted instead when he felt hands on his hips.

“There you are.” Axel grinned, happy to take the elbow to the chest that had been apparently waiting for him. He chuckled, unable to help himself.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Zexion exclaimed, frowning, turning fully to face him and placing both hands on his hips, knocking Axel’s grubby hands from them. “You know I detest being surprised!”

“I couldn’t help myself!” Axel chuckled, holding his hands up in a placating gesture as Zexion bopped his shoulder with his palm. “Okay, okay. At least I didn’t use this?” He held up a pen that suddenly looked menacing.

“What is that?” Zexion asked, unamused.

“It’s one of those shocker pen things. Reno boosted it and got me with it.” Axel explained, earning a bristled scowl from Zexion, “I wouldn’t do that to you, Bunny, don’t worry.”

“You had best not.” Zexion answered easily, “If you want me to buy you lunch, still.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Axel laughed softly, leaning down to kiss his lips. Zexion knocked his hair into his face, leaving Axel to kiss it against his cheek, and he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be for even considering it.” Zexion flipped his hair back, looking up at him and finally smiled softly, “Let’s get your ice cream. I can’t believe your dad lets you eat that for lunch.” He chuckled, knowing that Vexen would have his head for even thinking about it.

“Okay, okay.” Axel smiled, leaning down again and surprising Zexion with an actual kiss on the lips, “Let’s get lunch. Plus, this place has burgers and stuff, so we can get real food, first.” But only if Zexion made him.

“You and I both know that Vexen won’t think of that as food.” Zexion laughed, pushing at the elder’s face and turning to enter McDuck’s Ice Cream Parlor. Axel was quick to follow, taking his hand once inside the building.

(4. Our Distance And That Person)

It wasn’t every day that Zexion was allowed to get a ride home from someone other than Vexen. Axel had taken Xigbar’s wood-paneled station wagon to Radiant Garden University, and Vexen was working late. Zexion had simply told him he was getting a ride home from a fellow student and that he would be waiting when he arrived with dinner ready. That seemed to be enough for Vexen’s hesitant approval, and the ride home with Axel had begun.

Standing on Vexen’s front porch, with Xigbar’s station wagon parked in his own driveway, Zexion spoke in a flurry of hand motions uncharacteristic to his usually quiet demeanor. Axel hadn’t heard the end of the supposed idiot in Zexion’s Shakespearian Literature class, and it didn’t seem like it would let up any time soon. Catching one of Zexion’s hands, Axel tugged him in for a gentle kiss that caught him off guard and stopped his tirade for the first time in twenty minutes.

“I get it, Zex,” Axel said softly against his mouth, “But didn’t you tell me that more than fifteen minutes of talking about stuff that pisses you off is unproductive?” He remembered it being something about being detrimental if one continued to obsess.

“Mn… And you seek to stop me?” Zexion teased with a soft smile, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck to tug him in tighter. Axel lifted him by his thighs, walking him to the porch swing and sitting down. Holding him close, he guided the smaller to tilt his head and lapped at his lips, easily being accepted as the pair kept contact, Axel’s hands sliding to his hips. With both knees folded on the sides of Axel’s thighs, Zexion scooted in until his knees touched the back of the swing.

It went on like that for a while, until Reno poked his head around the seven-foot-tall privacy fence and spoke.

“Dude, Vexen’s definitely on the block. Scatter!”

Axel deposited Zexion on the porch swing with one final kiss and vaulted over the porch railing in record time, bounding to his side of the fence when the silver Acura NSX pulled past their other neighbor’s mailbox. Once it was parked safely in the driveway, Zexion had already gone inside to start dinner, making a rather decent run of it by chopping as fast as he could. Their chicken carbonara would be done before Vexen was ready to eat, for sure.

Axel watched warily through a hole in the fence as Vexen paused on his doorstep, key in hand, and sniffed. The other Alpha shook his head and entered the house without a word, leaving him sighing softly, sinking down the fence.

“That was close.” Reno commented absently, arms crossed as he looked down at his twin, “I’d say it’s time you convince Zexion to convince Vexen to let him get a dorm room. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to run away every time he got close.”

“I’d still have to run if he came to visit.” Axel replied, “And you can bet that Zexion would get his own room to himself, too. Vexen’s program is incredibly pricey, I hear.”

“Except for the one kid he ushered in without a test.” Reno reminded, “So Zexion’ll get a cozy little love nest for you two that Vexen has access to. So I guess just be careful and don’t take off your shoes.”

“My-- Reno!” Smacking his twin in the thigh, Axel hoisted himself up to his feet and started for the house. “Shut it, you and I both know Zexion wouldn’t tolerate dirt in his room.” Shoes weren’t allowed in his house, they wouldn’t be allowed in his dorm room.

“I know, I know. Clean freak begets clean freak.” Reno paused, “Did I use that right or are you going to go full ham on me?”

“Oh my God,” Axel groaned, “I think you used it right but I’ll be sure to ask.”

“Dude, no!”

“Then don’t try me.”

“I totally helped you, dude, you guys were playing tonsil hockey and you would have gotten killed with an icicle if Vex would have caught you.” Reno murmured, crossing his arms, “So you should be thanking me.”

“Thanks for saving my life.” Axel started, “But you’re being an ass. The dorm room thing is a good idea, though, so I guess I’ll give you that.”

“Finally, point Reno!”

“Yeah, Reno, one, everyone else, a lot more.”

“Shut it, Axe.” Reno groaned, pushing open the door, “Pulled him off the neighbor, dad, we’re good to go for dinner!”

(5. "Ano Sa…" ("Hey, You Know…."))

“I’ve been thinking about moving out to campus.” Axel began one evening, dipping his french fry in his chocolate milkshake and taking a bite, “What do you think?”

Zexion took a long draw from his coffee malt, pursing his lips around the straw and frowning finally when he swallowed and it dropped from his lips. After a moment, he looked over the red lacquered table, their homework spread beside their blue baskets of burgers and fries, sighing heavily.

“So you’d elect to move away from me?” He asked, already regretting the question when it left him. Axel looked heartbroken for a split second before trying on a hesitant smile.

“Well, it would give us more time to be together.” Axel told him easily, leaning forward animatedly, “You could come by my room and we could do whatever we want.” Winking playfully, he waggled his eyebrows and Zexion snorted.

“Provided your roommate doesn’t complain.”

“Well, I'll have to deal with that, not you.”

“What if he says something to the school? Vexen will find out--”

“Vexen won't find out. Trust me, babe, this will be better for us.” Axel tried, reaching across the table and taking his hand. Zexion held it limply, not convinced. Anxiety permeated his scent and all Axel wanted to do was scent him to calm him down.

“I suppose it’s something to think about.” Zexion acquiesced finally, sighing softly as he closed his eyes and took another sip of his malt. After a squeeze to Axel’s hand, they fell into relative silence, seemingly as Axel started to think.

“Hey, you know…” Axel began around a bite of his burger, a glare from Zexion making him swallow before he continued, “What if you got a dorm?”

“What?”

“You’re sixteen now, and Vexen’s on the school board.” Axel told him, “I doubt he’d let you share a room with a stranger, he doesn’t even let you come over to my house.” He pointed out, “So you wouldn’t have to worry about a roommate unless you wanted me to stay over with you.”

That thought had Zexion chewing over his thoughts, another bite of his burger behind him before he spoke once more. Axel found it endearing that he always chewed thoroughly and swallowed before he spoke. That wasn’t common in his house.

“I suppose you have a very valid point.” He finally admitted, drinking down more of the coffee malt he’d found was his favorite at this establishment, “Though convincing him to let me get a room here might be a bit more difficult.”

“How many times have you made and presented Powerpoints to him that have worked?” Axel asked with a sly grin, leaning over the table and nearly uprooting his milkshake in the process, “I know you can do this.” He kissed the other’s cheek, then his lips, and sat back on his side of the booth. “You’ve got this, babe. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”

“Perhaps not on purpose.” Zexion chuckled, wiping absently at his lips with a napkin. “Very well. I will begin work tonight when I am home. This should be interesting, surely, because Vexen has as of yet decided that I will live at home until I’m his age.”

“You’re never going to catch up to him.” Axel laughed softly, rolling his eyes, “Well, maybe we can convince him that you need to spread your wings, test out being on your own. He won’t be around forever, after all.”

“Indeed.” Even if Reno often said that he was older than dirt. “I’ll have to talk him into it.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you, kid genius.”

(6. The Space Between Dream And Reality)

“I can’t believe it.” Zexion told him through the fence, leaning on the back wall of it as he sighed dreamily, “My own dorm room, sans medical equipment and a parental figure.”

“It’s going to be so great. I can help you decorate.” Axel sounded more relieved than anything because maybe this was the real start to this five-year-long relationship. Their anniversary was coming up, and he thought it would be good to try and do something for it. Maybe this year they could actually celebrate.

“You can move in, if you want.” Zexion laughed softly, trying to keep his voice down, “I wouldn’t mind having you as a roommate.”

“Vexen would flip his shit.” Axel chuckled, “But I’d like to stay with you as much as I can. I can’t wait to get you to myself.”

“I suppose one Powerpoint was an awfully cheap price to pay for a little freedom and a lot more time with you. But it had better not interfere with my studying and work.” Zexion leveled a finger and wagged it at the other’s face through the hole in the fence.

“You look just like him when you do that. I’m sure he’s proud.” Axel rolled his eyes playfully, scooting towards the broken plank and pressing his cheeks to the wood, pursing his lips. “I won’t, I promise.”

“And you’ll seal it with a kiss?” Zexion chuckled, moving to his knees to place a soft peck on the other’s lips. “Then you had best not fall through on this promise. I need to maintain my studies.”

“I know, I know.” Axel leaned in for another kiss, “You have to maintain contact with me, too. Maybe you can study in my lap, and I’ll just hold you while you work.”

“That… Sounds rather nice, actually.”And brought a heavy blush to his cheeks, to boot.

“You’re beautiful,” Axel said that way too often for Zexion’s comfort, but he accepted the compliment with a tilt of his head to hide his face in his hair. “I honestly think I could--”

“Zexion! What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be packing?” Vexen’s voice signaled the end of their rendezvous, and Axel dutifully closed the loose plank so that he wouldn’t be seen.

“I’ll text you.” He whispered before disappearing into his house, and Zexion rose from his spot behind the strawberry bushes to enter the house.

“Yes, I know, Vexen. I was just taking a moment in the backyard, I needed some fresh air.”

“Well, you should know better than to take breaks before your toiling starts,” Vexen began, guiding him into the house with a sigh. The screen door slammed shut behind him, but he closed the inner door gentler, leading his son to his room, where boxes awaited him. He was going to have to take his time, even if he wanted to throw everything in the boxes. If he didn’t, his OCD wouldn’t give him a break.

(7. Superstar)

“No, no, no.” Zexion frowned a little bit as he placed his hands on his hips, weight shifting to his right foot, “That isn’t going up.”

“Oh, come on, Zex, he’s a good musician. Have to support our friends.” Axel pouted, holding up the poster that he and Demyx had made together so he could feel special. “He’s a regular superstar.”

“And he doesn’t get along with me very well.” Zexion pointed out, “I’m not going to stare at Demyx while you’re not here. I said ‘no’. Demyx is your friend, not mine.”

“Okay, okay, jeez.” Axel rubbed a hand through his hair, “I just thought--”

“You thought wrong.” Zexion crossed his arms, “Plus, I know he likes you. That doesn’t help.”

“He does?”

“He does.” Crossing the room to where his poster of the elements had hung up a minute ago, he placed it back on the wall and tacked it back into place. “And I don’t want the reminder every time I look at this wall.”

“Okay, I see your point.” Axel sighed, rolling the poster back up and putting it in his bag. “I’m sorry.”

“...You don’t have to be. I know he’s your friend.” Zexion crossed the room to his bed, sitting down. “Come here.”

Axel listened, walking to him and sitting beside him, head down. Zexion carefully reached over, taking his chin in hand and bringing him forth for a kiss.

“I'm sorry. I just… We really don’t get on well and I don’t really want to see him every time you’re here…” And if Axel got used to staring at Demyx, he might leave. Zexion was always anxious about that because Axel had so many options that were probably better than him.

“It’s okay, babe, I promise. I don’t want to stress you out more.” Living by himself was already bothering the younger teen, and Axel didn’t need to add to that. “I promise, it’s okay.”

“Okay… Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course.” Axel smiled softly, holding his free hand and kissing him again. “Try not to worry so much. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

(8. Our Own World)

The fairie lights around the bed were a good touch, and even Axel could appreciate them. They made Zexion’s cobalt eyes sparkle as he looked at up Axel, laying in his bed laden with pillows and blankets like the veritable king he was in his palace. He lay with his head on a cat-themed pillow, one hand curled by his face and the other on his hip. It was a beautiful look on him, and Axel’s breath was caught in his throat.

“Axel?” Zexion asked softly, head tilting a little bit, “You’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” Axel purred happily, reaching forward to brush some hair from his face, “You made your room pretty beautiful, too.”

“Thanks.” Blushing a little bit, Zexion nuzzled his nose against Axel’s hand and kissed his palm.

“I love you,” Axel said softly, leaning forward to kiss his lips. “I really do.”

“I… I love you, too.” Zexion replied against his lips, and he nuzzled their noses together, “I’m so glad that you do.” He was always thankful for it.

Despite Vexen trying to tear them apart, the couple was happy to float in their own little world, oblivious to the elder man’s attempts to drive them away from each other.

(9. Dash)

Zexion opened the door to his dorm with his bag on his shoulder, only to find Axel fumbling with his keys. Blinking a couple of times in rapid succession, he looked up at him with a curious glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was coming to see you between classes.” Axel replied, “But you look like you’re leaving?”

“I have a class in fifteen.” He replied, laughing softly, “So it’s a bad time. I’m not missing Vexen’s class.”

“Oh, shit, yeah..” Rubbing his hair, Axel blushed slightly, “I’ll come back, then.”

Leaning up on his tiptoes, Zexion pursed his lips, and Axel leaned in to kiss him lovingly.

“Gotta run.” Patting his shoulder, Zexion laughed softly as he made his mad dash to Vexen’s class.

“Wait,” Axel started, sucking his own lips into his mouth, “I could walk you most of the way to class?” He offered, clearly wanting to spend at least some time with Zexion. He liked to see him off to class, anyway, making sure the younger man got to class safely.

Zexion considered it, tapping his lower lip with his pointer finger, and finally nodded. “As long as I’m not late, I don’t mind.”

The pair walked together in companionable silence, Axel humming a song stuck in his head as he held the other’s hand. Leading the way to the science building, Zexion leaned his head on the other’s arm, closing his eyes for a second. The crisp fall air was chilly and he was thankful for his scarf, even if it was almost too big and chunky.

“I love the fall.” Zexion murmured, a couple leaves crunching under his boots, “It’s so relaxing…”

“Plus, you love Halloween.” Axel pointed out, “And all things spooky.”

“I do, don’t I?” Zexion chuckled, shaking his head as they arrived at the building. Leaning up on his toes, he delighted in Axel leaning down to kiss him again.

“You do,” Axel replied against his lips, holding the other close as they shared in another long kiss. Zexion didn’t realize how long they had been kissing until his phone began to sing, reminding him that he had a minute left to make it to class. Eyes popping open wide, he pecked Axel’s lips once more before ducking around him.

“I’m almost late! See you later!” He called over his shoulder, rushing into the building to try and make it to Vexen’s class on time.

(10. #10)

“I can’t believe Luxord won’t bet against you. He bets against everyone.” Axel sighed softly, shaking his head. “It’s like he’s scared, he was so adamant about it.”

Everyone had gathered at Luxord’s house for poker that night, and Vexen had brought Zexion along. He played the game like Luxord did, counting cards and folding a lot in the beginning, but in the end, he’d left with everyone’s munny.

“I think he just knows my tricks to play, he knows I’m the best and he won’t take the bet against me because we’d never finish playing.” Zexion smiled slightly, flicking his hair out of his face, watching Axel as he adjusted something on Zexion’s desk.

“You were cheating, weren’t you?”

“I still won the pot.” He replied, shrugging slightly as he placed a few more books on his desk. Zexion was always reading in his spare time, and Axel liked how he smelled like an old library all the time. But he was giving a nonanswer, and Axel knew that that meant that he had definitely cheated.

“That you did.” Axel chuckled, slouching slightly as he paced the room towards the other, taking his waist with his hands. Turning him, Axel kissed him softly on the lips. “But did you have to take all my munny, too?”

“Yes. That’s the point of poker.” He chuckled, “I’ll buy us dinner to celebrate?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I think I want pizza.”

“Pizza sounds excellent.”

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AN: There we go, part one is finished! It took a little longer than I’d like, but I still like how these are coming out. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Prompts: Thirty Kisses Theme Set 1

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