#I love sitting down just swallowing every third second trying to keep my gag reflexes in control its fun

[mrfoox]

I'm so fucking tired of this extreme nausea. I've skipped so much of my classes bc of it and yep today I feel it too

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

[litwitlady]

Let’s Paint the Town

Read on AO3.

Happy Saturday! Straight smut ahead.

They have been playing at sex for hours. Slowly working themselves into a first moan and then backing off. Some conversation breaking through their rhythm and demanding their attention. Everything is still so new, so happy. And there’s so much to say to each other now that they’ve finally started talking.

Michael shifts his weight down Alex’s body, pausing to lick at his sternum. Knowing that his curls have fallen across Alex’s nipples, teasing them lightly as he pretends to pay attention elsewhere. Alex’s ribcage expands under his hands and Michael spreads his fingers, enjoying the way Alex’s ribs press into his palms.

Moving down to the soft hairs at his navel, Michael blows gently at them and Alex whimpers. Whispering a quiet little fuck. So Michael rewards him by nipping around the edges and licking into his belly button the first time Alex’s hips buck. A playful demonstration of pleasures yet to come.

Alex’s cock butts into Michael’s chin as he continues his slide downwards. They both laugh and Alex’s fingers immediately weave into Michael’s hair, hoping he knows what’s next. But Michael has other ideas and sits back on his heels. Beneath him, Alex’s thighs are spread wide, cock fully erect, and nipples blood red. He runs his hands along the inside of those beautifully splayed thighs and bites at his lip. ‘Let’s play a game.’

‘No. No games. My god, just let me come.’ Alex frowns at him, frustrated beyond belief. ‘We’ve been at this since we woke up.’

Michael smiles down at him. ‘I’ve been at this since well before you woke up.’ He flattens his palms on Alex’s stomach and glides his hands back up his body. Fingernails dragging over Alex’s nipples again and again until Alex throws his head back into his pillow and arches his back into Michael’s touch. Begging for so much more than Michael is willing to give him at the moment.

‘Why didn’t you wake me earlier?’ Alex’s breathing is short and shallow. Chest starting to heave with need. 

Bending over, Michael runs his tongue from the base of Alex’s cock to the wet, glistening tip - tasting him. Alex moans and Michael has to fight to hold his hips still. ‘The moonlight hit you just right. Slanted rays running across your lips and your chest and your hips. You were gorgeous. Hair a mess and mouth slightly open. I just watched you breath and jerked myself off.’

Alex groans and glares down at him. ‘Fuck off, Guerin. You’re not playing fair.’

 He chuckles and laps at Alex’s tip again, swallowing the sweet bead of moisture. ‘That’s why I’m suggesting a fun little game. Something to make you come so hard tears streak down your face and the neighbors think their evil fucking rooster has been slaughtered when they hear you cry out.’

‘Stop about the rooster already.’ Alex rolls his eyes but licks his lips with anticipation. ‘What’s the game?’

The evil grin that spreads across Michael’s face instantly sends a shiver down Alex’s spine. ‘I want you to sing for me.’

Alex’s breath hitches. He swallows around the newly formed lump in his throat. ‘Sing for you?’

‘Yes, baby. Sing for me.’ Michael takes the head of Alex’s dick into his mouth and sucks roughly at the sensitive skin. Every muscle in Alex’s body pulls taut as he fists at the cotton sheets underneath him. Keening high and then moaning low at Michael’s practiced ministrations. ‘Like that but with actual words.’

After several gasping breaths, Alex shuts his eyes and asks, ‘What song?’ The faster he agrees to Michael’s game the sooner he gets his orgasm.

Michael removes his mouth from Alex and considers. Several songs pass through his Alex-clouded mind, but he lands on the perfect suggestion. ‘Would You Come Home.’ The idea of Alex attempting to sing that song while simultaneously trying to hold himself together as Michael pulls him apart with his mouth is too good to resist. Just the thought is enough to push Michael closer to his own climax.

Alex doesn’t say anything at first - doesn’t agree or disagree. Lies staring at the ceiling letting the idea play out in his head. It’s a challenge and he really loves a challenge. ‘What are the rules?’

He smirks and leans back on his knees. ‘Anytime you stop singing, I stop sucking. Or whatever fun activity I’m up to.’ He winks. ‘And you don’t come until the last word is sung.’

But Alex shakes his head, pushing up onto his elbows. ‘Too easy. Make it hurt, Guerin.’ The way Alex’s pupils dilate his eyes into total darkness forces a loud exhale from Michael.

He gulps and ups the ante. ‘No touching yourself at all. And I have to come before you. No matter how long it takes me.’ He bites his bottom lip and goes in for the kill. ‘And if you flub up the lyrics, you start over from the beginning.’

A slow Cheshire cat grin stretches Alex’s lips from ear to ear, teeth showing and eyes brightening. ‘Loser spends the rest of the week on his knees whenever asked. Deal?’

Michael nods. And with how much Alex loves a public blowjob, he looks forward to the week ahead of them. ‘Sing, baby.’

And Alex does. Full-bodied tonal rebellion as Michael works at him - hand thrusting up to meet his mouth half-way down Alex’s painfully throbbing cock. Not a misplaced lyric throughout the entire first verse. It infuriates Michael. Pushing past his gag reflex, he takes Alex fully inside him. Humming as Alex fucks into the back of his throat. 

But he just keeps singing around every filthy, goddamn moan. 

Halfway through the chorus, Michael changes his game plan and gets dirty. Abandoning Alex’s cock entirely, he sucks at his balls momentarily but moves down to tongue at his taint in earnest. Meanwhile, his thumb presses against Alex’s hole, stretching at his rim un-lubed. Alex hisses at the pressure and falters - screwing up the lyrics. Having to stop in order to take multiple shuddering breaths. Michael smiles and nips at the touch-starved flesh at the bottom of Alex’s ass and then pulls away.

‘Got you.’ And Michael is smiling until he looks up at Alex. Sweat dripping along the curves of his hips, nipples strained and aching to be touched. Hands stretched over his head as he white knuckles the headboard - eyes squeezed shut. Bottom lip swollen beneath the bite of his own teeth. Hair a total mess, sprayed wildly across his pillow. So fucking beautiful that Michael has to blink back tears. He admits defeat to himself silently and grabs the nearest tube of lube.

Alex winces the moment the cold lube touches his dick. Michael’s slick fingers pumping at him. ‘What are you doing? Game’s not over. I’m losing.’

‘Nope. I lost. Took one stupid look at you and fell in love all over again.’ He grabs Alex’s fingers and works lube onto them as well. ‘And if you aren’t inside of me before the next five minutes are up, I will never forgive myself.’

Sitting up for better leverage, Alex reaches between Michael’s thighs and palms at his balls before sliding his fingers up against Michael’s opening. Slipping the first finger inside with very little fanfare. ‘I love you so fucking much.’ He adds a second finger soon after, scissoring as deep inside Michael as he can reach. Michael’s head falls back and Alex leans in to suck at his throat. 

Before Alex can add a third finger, Michael presses his shoulders back down into the mattress and takes matters into his own hands. Grabbing the base of Alex’s dick and positioning it at his opening. Alex just looks on with liquid-lust eyes as Michael slides down the full length of him with a single harsh exhale. They catch each other’s eye as Michael begins to ride Alex in earnest. Bouncing so hard on Alex’s cock that the slap of their skin is louder than both their breathy moans combined. 

Michael keeps hold of Alex’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh. And they fuck with reckless abandon. No rhythm whatsoever. Alex wrapping his fingers around Michael’s cock and fisting him into moving faster. Curls bobbing as they thrust together - Alex’s hips leaving the bed and Michael’s ass clenched and begging around Alex’s dick. Both their orgasms releasing at the same time - Alex sitting up to hug Michael through the violence of their climax. Bodies slick with sweat and trembling together. 

Eventually, Michael pulls himself off Alex and collapses back onto the bed. They lie side-by-side staring up at the ceiling fan spinning in lazy circles. Still trying to calm their racing hearts. But then one of them starts to laugh. And the other joins until they are both giggling in the afterglow of their spent happiness.

‘I think we both won.’ Alex turns into Michael, hand kneading at his hip. 

Michael smiles softly up at him and nods. ‘Mutual blowjobs all week. Let’s paint the whole fucking town, baby.’

And they do.

[iworshipkeanureeves]

Team Building (Keanu x Chad x Reader)

A/N: This is kind of the wildest/weirdest fic that I have written so far. Don’t read if any of the warnings trigger you. It’s also my first time writing in third person, so I may have accidentally slipped somewhere with writing “you” instead of “her”.

Summary: Y/N auditions for John Wick 4, and afterwards she is left with Keanu and Chad for a small discussion, which turns out to be a threesome.

Warnings: SMUT, threesome (MMF), oral (both receiving), to some of you it may feel like a DubCon (even though I didn’t intend it), bodily fluids, unsafe working environment.

Words: 1,8 K

Y/N was auditioning for John Wick 4 to play John’s partner in crime as well as his love interest. For her final audition, which was also a chemistry test, she finally got to meet Keanu Reeves, the man she was a little intimidated by. He showed up wearing a full John Wick suit with his hair gelled back, and somehow this made Y/N even more anxious, as it was making him look unapproachable.

Despite that, Y/N’s audition with Keanu seemed to go very well, and she was certain about the part being hers. Somehow she managed to pull herself together. Maybe it was her tight leather dress paired with black lacquered stilettos that boosted her confidence.

Chad Stahelski, the director, was complimenting her after every take, but what appealed to him the most, was the fact that Y/N had had previous training in martial arts, making her able to perform a lot of action. The ideas he had for part four were surreal, but he believed that Y/N would manage to fulfill them.

“That’s it, thank you,” Chad said, indicating that the audition was over. “Great job, everyone”, he added, and after exchanging a couple of words with producers, he dismissed the whole crew, asking Y/N and Keanu to stay for discussing some final details.

“I have talked to the producers way before your final audition and everybody wants you for this part,” he said, standing up from behind his table. Y/N’s face lit up, and she was doing her best to contain her excitement.

“What I wanted to talk about…” he continued, walking around the table, and then sitting on top of it with his arms crossed, “There is nudity in the script.”

Y/N didn’t care about it much, it was 2020 and almost every script had nude scenes of some sort. She was ready for everything, as it was her dream to become a movie star.

“So, what are your thoughts on that?” Chad asked, looking at Y/N, since she hadn’t spoken in that time.

“It’s fine with me,” Y/N said, with an assuring nod, glancing at Keanu to see his reaction to all of this, but he seemed completely unaffected by the conversation that was going on around him.

“Prove it,” Chad demanded raising his eyebrow, leaving Y/N confused, yet unabashed. At first, she didn’t know how to act, as she had never been in a situation like this before, nor had she ever discussed this with her agent, however, eventually Y/N decided to go for this. It was risky, but she was dying to get this role.

Conveniently, her dress had a zipper in a front, and Y/N started unzipping it slowly, letting the dress slide down her body and finally reach the ground. What remained were only her stilettos and black lacy underwear.

“Go on,” Chad encouraged, and Y/N timidly unclasped her bra, carefully sliding the straps down her shoulders.

Keanu was staring at her, his dark eyes set on her plump breasts. He was trying to look away, but that was uneasy task for him, especially when Y/N’s nipples started to harden because of the chilly air flowing through the room.

“Do you want me to…?” Y/N asked hesitantly, tucking her fingers inside the waistband of her panties, and biting her lip unintentionally.

“Well, it depends on how much you want this part,” Chad smirked, uncrossing his arms and letting his palms rest on the edge of the table. Keanu didn’t say a word, he was just looking at her, waiting for her decision, eating her alive with his starving gaze.

Y/N couldn’t believe she was up for this, but at that point it was too late to back down, as she was already half naked. She pulled her panties down just a little, letting them fall flat, and then stepped out of them, looking at Chad for his further directions.

“We’re here for a chemistry test, so don’t be shy,” Chad said, glancing at Y/N, then Keanu, moving his hand as a sign for them to get closer to each other.

Initially, Keanu was slow to make a move, unsure which part of her bare body was appropriate to lay his fingers on, then finally decided to go with her sculpted waist.  Y/N could feel his sturdy touch pushing onto her sides, gently pulling her closer. She felt strange standing naked in front of a fully clothed man, and another one sitting right next to her, but honestly, that was turning her on a little.

Y/N raised both of her hands to cup Keanu’s cheeks, then dived into his lips, passionately sucking on them. His palms felt free to roam on her exposed back, delicately reaching closer to her bottoms. It was a lot to take, and Y/N could feel her juices starting to drip down her thigh, leaving her flushed and embarrassed.

Keanu’s tongue was invading Y/N mouth and she got so blown away that she hadn’t noticed Chad coming closer. All she felt was Chad’s breath on the back of her neck and huge bulge pressing on her lower back. It made Y/N jump a little, but Chad held her tight, kissing her shoulders, moving his fingers towards her dripping pussy.

“You have the part,” Chad whispered to Y/N’s ear, brushing his fingertips through her soaked folds, “But I can see that wasn’t all you wanted.”

Getting the hint, Keanu backed away to lock the door and take his suit off, while Chad grabbed Y/N in his arms and carried her to the table, laying her on her back. He pulled Y/N closer to the edge and kneeled down, placing her legs on top of his shoulder.

Watching Keanu strip, Y/N felt Chad’s tongue pressing against her swollen clit, making her whimper “Oh… please.” Chad, gladly obeying, started flickering his tongue more eagerly, teasing her entrance with his fingertips. Y/N was rolling her hips against his mouth, waiting for his fingers to go in, but Chad seemed to not hurry. Y/N was starting to feel safe, closing her eyes in response to the immense pleasure, as Chad finally pushed two of his fingers in.

Chad was sucking on her clit, drawing all the blood from her body directly there, and Y/N felt she was getting close. His fingers were smoothly going in an out with a controlled rhythm, brushing against her sweet spot, as Y/N was rocking her hips for additional friction.

Y/N felt a slight slap on her cheek, and opened her eyes, to witness Keanu, brushing his cock against her flushed skin. Obediently, she opened her lips to take him in. Keanu slowly traced his tip along her fleshy lips, carefully pushing inside her mouth against her inner cheek.

With the first taste of Keanu’s precum, Y/N felt her abdomen tightening, as Chad’s fingers were going full force in her, and within seconds she came undone, clenching Chad’s head between her trembling thighs.

Chad stood up, pulling his fingers out, running them along her belly, leaving a glistening trail. Reaching her mouth, he stuck his fingers in, letting Y/N taste her own juices, waiting for her to lick his fingers clean. “That’s how sweet you taste,” Chad smirked, and proceeded to unbuckle his belt.

Now it was Keanu, who stood in between her legs, stroking her inner thighs with his huge palms. Grabbing her hips, Keanu pulled Y/N closer and with one swift motion turned her to lay flat on her belly, with her heels resting steady on the ground. She could feel the edge of the table bruising her hips, but at this point, Y/N couldn’t care less, she just wanted more of what was coming for her.

The sudden slap on her ass made Y/N whimper, as the sensation of heavy burn indicated that she would be carrying the mark of Keanu’s palm for several days. Y/N felt Keanu’s hands spreading her cheeks and he suddenly jammed into her, leaving no time to adjust.

It was definitely a rough fuck, as Keanu went all the way in, with his huge cock sending torching flames all over Y/N’s walls. She could feel him close on her back, as he leaned in to reach for her overstimulated clit, rubbing electric circles on it.

Just when Y/N thought she couldn’t take more, Chad came closer stroking his cock right in front of her face. Y/N tried to look him in the eyes, but Keanu was fucking her so hard that she could barely keep her eyes open. She decided to simply open her mouth, allowing Chad to take the lead.

Chad slowly pushed in, carefully testing Y/N’s limits just to find out, that she barely had any. Y/N could feel his tip, hitting at the back of her throat, and she was glad that she didn’t have a gag reflex. Getting more confident, Chad placed his hands on her head holding it steady, and after aligning with Keanu’s rhythm, he began to fuck her face.

Y/N was at a full mercy of two strong men, and both of them were taking a really good care of her.

Still rubbing her clit, Keanu stretched his spare arm to pinch Y/N’s nipple and it sent shivers down her body. With unbelievably deep Keanu’s thrusts, Y/N felt as if her insides were twisting and turning, but that was a good feeling. She was so close, again. Trying to moan with Chad’s cock inside her throat, she could only hum giving him more pleasure, and Chad was even closer.

Y/N felt Chad’s cock twitching and with a few following thrust, he spilled inside of her mouth, gazing at her and waiting for her to swallow. She was more than glad to do so, and Chad tapped her lips a couple of times with his softening tip. “Good girl,” he said, “I can definitely see us working together.”

Keanu was still behind her, harshly shoving his cock into her sore pussy. “Let go for me, Y/N,” he grunted, squeezing her breast and applying more pressure to her burning clit. It was all Y/N needed and she came even harder this time, turning into a complete mess, crying because of how good she was feeling.

Seeing her all trembling, Keanu rewarded her with a few final thrusts and then pulled out to cum all over her ass, his seed running down the side of her cheek. He was still on top of her, leaning against her back, sending untamed grunts to her ear, which Y/N could feel as vibrations spreading throughout her whole body.

After a while, Keanu slowly stood up, but Y/N felt too weak in her knees to move anywhere. With all of the remaining sweat, she felt glued to the table. It was Chad, who kindly helped Y/N up and brought her a blanket to cover up, while Keanu was kneeling behind her with a tissue to clean the mess he had made.

“I really hope you’re good,” Keanu finally spoke, standing up to face her, gently stroking her now covered shoulders.

“Yeah, it was a hell of a team building,” she giggled, and all three of them burst into laughter.

[slash-em-up]

A Meeting of the Minds pt. 6: The Collector x Reader x ChromeSkull

This is my first time writing poly-smut so please bare with me 😂

Oh yeah, hella NSFW content below!

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Asa’s house was the officially-unofficial home base for your triad.

Jesse liked to whine that it was too cramped and smelled like mothballs; but you’d found him napping in the sunlight on the quaint window seat one too many times to fully believe in his disdain.

Since you’d been living with Asa for several months before you three became You Three, you couldn’t complain either.

All your stuff was here… and the last time you’d spent a week at Jesse’s house you’d ended up getting locked in his high-tech wine cellar. Not fun. Temperature controlled. And you couldn’t bring yourself to bust open a bottle to quell your anxiety since you knew they probably cost upwards of a thousand dollars each.

No, Asa’s cozy suburban home was much better for you.

Unsurprisingly, the room the three of you most often found yourselves in was Asa’s library. It was technically a third bedroom; but as Asa didn’t have children, didn’t have relatives, didn’t really have… friends… there was no point in furnishing it as one.

Which lent itself very well to your current situation.

The antique loveseat was lightly padded and comfortable just as long as you had a large man to lean against.

You smiled down at your book as you snuggled closer into Asa’s shoulder, pulling the warmth from his body as he perused his own text.

Jesse was off god knows were in the house; but since you hadn’t heard any loud noises or smelled smoke yet, you weren’t concerned.

Your taller partner never did things by halves.

Speaking of which…

The door to the small library creaked open, allowing Jesse entry.

His face was healing nicely after his last surgery, and the scar tissue that would normally be pulling at his eye sockets and under-jaw when he grinned was fading fast.

But what was far more interesting to you – and Asa when he deigned to raise his glasses-covered gaze from his book – was that Jesse seemed to have lost his shirt…

He leaned against the doorframe in what one could only describe as a provocative manner, and waved his fingers slowly at the two of you.

The sunlight filtering in through the single window of the room kissed Jesse’s chest, highlighting the supple curvature of his shoulders and the delightful tautness of his abdomen. The tattoos covering his torso moved as he flexed slightly – preening at the intense and hungry stares he was being thrown from Asa and yourself.

Asa licked his lips and broke the silence.

“What are you doing, Jesse?”

Moving from his leaning stance, Jesse prowled across the wood floor, brown eye flicking from you, to Asa, and back again.

‘I’m bored. Thought I’d come and see if you two wanted some company…’

You grinned, already seeing where this was going, and subtly leaned away from Asa; allowing his legs to unconsciously part and fill your recently vacated space.

Surprising the man at your side, you pulled the book from his loose grasp, taking care to mark his page as you began kissing his cheek and mouthing at his ear.

Asa stiffened at this unexpected (to him at least) turn of events, and released a silent gasp of air as Jesse dropped to his knees in front of the sitting man, gently, but firmly muscling his way in-between the trouser-covered thighs of your partner.

You reached up to grab Asa’s glasses from his slack face, bringing his attention to you for a moment – which was all the distraction Jesse needed to begin mouthing wantonly at Asa’s crotch.

Reaching out, you began to run your fingers lightly across Jesse’s skull as he teased Asa through his pants.

Asa was trying to maintain his stoic façade as you began kissing his neck – happily free of his normal turtleneck – and Jesse rose just enough to undo Asa’s fly with his teeth, rising further with a satisfied grin as Asa’s thick cock sprung up hard and ready from his slacks.

Growling lowly in his throat, Asa pulled you away from his neck, grasping at your hair and kissing you hard.

Once you were throughly kissed, he met your glazed eyes with an intense look.

“Go get your st-Ahhhhh - your strapon. I want you to fu-uuucckkkk Jesse…”

…Maybe not as intimidating or dominating as he had initially planned; but as Jesse was currently making a valiant attempt at deepthroating his cock you’d give him a break.

The filthy wet sounds of Jesse’s mouth sucking and swallowing around Asa was nearly enough to keep you glued to your seat; but Jesse’s hands were already working frantically at his own pants and at the first glimpse of his tight ass you were flying out of the room and up the stairs in search of your lube and strap.

You fumbled around in your dresser for several moments before locating your silicone toy – pausing for a moment before also pulling out a sleek leather riding crop that Jesse had gifted to you as a gag. Well maybe you’d see how funny he thought the joke was when he was on the receiving end of it.

Flicking the thin rod, you were delighted by the sound it made as it cut through the still air.

Smirking, you jogged out of the room and back down to the library.

Jesse was fully nude by the time you arrived, and he’d worked Asa out of his pants as well – using the broad mans firm thighs as handles while he lifted his head up and down on the now thoroughly drenched length.

Asa’s eyes were vacant and his mouth hung open as you sauntered into the room, letting out a soft moan at the sight of the two men before you.

Awareness returned to black eyes as he noticed the crop held loosely in your hand.

The slight smirk that crossed his lips was far more suited to his nighttime persona than the unassuming scientist he showed the world, and without a thought he reached out to grasp Jesse’s wrists, holding the man in place so you could have your fun with him.

At the first slide of leather against his skin Jesse jerked up – or tried to. Asa anticipated his movement and loosened his grip on one wrist to push Jesse’s hot mouth back to his cock.

He nodded at you to continue.

SMACK

Jesse’s spine stiffened. His broad shoulders pulled in towards each other before relaxing entirely.

His ass swayed enticingly as he started bobbing up and down once more on Asa’s cock.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Asa hissed through his teeth.

“I can feel him moaning…”

Jesse’s hands were curled into claws against the skin of Asa’s thighs, and you watched in pure arousal as they spasmed and flexed with each swat of the leather crop against his flesh.

After several more hard strikes you dropped the rod to the floor, flustered hands pulling at your clothes in an effort to get as naked as Jesse was.

Your panties were already a mess as you slid them down your legs, swapping them quickly for your harness and tightening the straps with practiced movements.

Shirt and bra fell to the floor as well, and by the time you were ready Asa had pulled Jesse off of him – too close to his finish to let the man continue… and he wanted to play more.

Allowing himself to be manhandled, Jesse was left in a sprawl over the settee. A huffing breath was forced from his chest when Asa rose to circle his nude form, running a hand lightly along his spine before kicking his long legs wide – making room for you to move in.

You knew the bald man had more than a bit of a masochistic streak in him, enjoying both giving and receiving a little pain with his pleasure, so you were by no means gentle as your fingers found Jesse’s tight entrance and began stretching him.

Asa watched, leaning casually against the back of the seat as Jesse stretched forward – unbalancing himself to pull Asa down into a rough kiss.

You pressed the bulbous head of your fake cock against the firm ass in front of you and watched as Jesse fell apart in Asa’s arms.

Unlike the doctor, Jesse had no shame nor reticence in expressing his enthusiasm for the pleasure you both gave him.

As your thrusts picked up speed, the tall man followed your movements with his hips, canting them up or down in an effort to feel every inch of your length as it entered and exited his body.

Watching you take your lover apart, Asa stood, removing the last of his clothing before slowly stroking his arousal - eyes taking in every heaving bounce of your breasts; every silent cry of pleasure you pulled from Jesse – until he couldn’t stand it a second longer.

Grasping Jesse by the neck, Asa lifted him just the slightest bit – Jesse’s formidable height making the positioning slightly awkward – and offered his dripping length once more to the man.

Jesse didn’t pause for more than a moment before taking Asa back into his throat; alternating between grinding against your hard thrusts, and then moving forward to choke himself on Asa’s cock.

With a gasp and a cutoff moan, Asa came into Jesse’s mouth, quickly pulling away to sit panting on the settee.

You groaned as you watched Jesse’s Adam’s apple bob – knowing from experience that Jesse had little to no gag reflex, and that he loved the way Asa blushed when he swallowed his cum.

Not to be outdone, Asa rose, trying to pretend his legs weren’t shaking from the epic orgasm he’d just experienced. Coming up behind your thrusting form, he pressed himself against your back, bringing one hand around to slip under your harness and rub pleasingly against your clit.

You tossed your head back against his shoulder and let him take the lead – guiding your hips with his own until you could see Jesse shake as he tried to hold on just a little longer.

One too many tight circles of talented fingers was enough to make you cry out as your orgasm overtook you.

Asa pressed you forward – giving one, two, three more rough thrusts into Jesse’s body before he too was pushed over the edge – crumbling down to fall against the settee as his white cum painted across the floor.

You dropped heavily onto Jesse’s heaving back - wrapping your arms across his shoulders to hold yourself up.

The room was silent for a minute as the three of you fought to come back down to earth.

“… fuck...” you gasped.

The sweat-slick body moved beneath you as Jesse huffed in amusement. He definitely agreed with the sentiment.

Asa crouched down beside the two of you, looking as much like the cat that ate the canary as he could. He watched with obvious fascination at the contrast between Jesse’s tattoo covered skin and your own as you continued to regain your breath together.

You rose just long enough to yank a thin quilt from the back of the loveseat and lay it flat over the wood floor.

Rolling off of Jesse you spread yourself across the blanket, breath finally back under control, sighing contentedly as the sun warmed your naked body.

An eye slit open ever so slightly to watch with amusement as Jesse used what you suspected was a wrestling move to grab Asa and toss him onto the blanket next to you.

The broad man grumbled and growled at the rough treatment before settling begrudgingly at your side.

Jesse crawled to press himself skin to skin against your back, releasing a deep breath of contentment as his arm came to rest next to Asa’s over your waist.

What a perfect way to spend a Saturday.

[thedeepestdaydream]

crimson petals on my lips

It’s during hero training that Izuku first notices it.

He’s more out of breath than he should be. He has to pause from sparring with Todoroki-kun while he pants, hands on his knees.

Across the room he sees Kirishima-kun throw an arm around Kacchan’s shoulder, easy as breathing. Izuku rubs absently at his chest where he feels a sudden tightness, his breath raspy.

He throws himself back into sparring and tries his best to ignore it.

***

The second time, it’s at his desk at home.

He’s reading through his notebooks and comes across something he wrote when he’d still been in primary school. It has a wobbly drawing of Kacchan and an entry with a lot of exclamation points. He can’t help but smile fondly down at it.

He feels a tickle in the back of his throat then and it takes a few tries before he can clear it.

Maybe I’m coming down with a cold, he thinks hopefully.

***

After the third time, however, he can’t ignore it anymore.

He’s in class and he lecture going on at the front of the room is long and boring. He finds his attention wandering to the back of Kacchan’s head directly in front of him. There’s a light shining through the window that shone down on Kacchan’s hair, making it seem like it let off an almost ethereal glow. He idly wonders if Kacchan’s hair would feel as warm as it looks.

There’s a sudden tickle in the back of his throat and he can’t help but cough. It rattles his chest and makes his head pound. He feels something come up and spits it out into his hand. A thrill of cold fear runs down his spine.

A single red petal rests in his palm.

He excuses himself from class, trying his best to remain calm. He makes it to the bathroom and splashes water on his face in the sink. He looks himself in the mirror and sees his terror reflected back at him.

He knew what this was, who wouldn’t? Cases were rare, but when they happened they were all over the news.

Questions fill his mind.

How far along am I? How much longer do I have?

What should I tell mom and All Might?

***

The next morning he coughs in the shower and six petals greet him.

He washes them down the drain.

***

He does his best to appear like nothing’s wrong, going about his daily routine. He eats with his friends during lunch and laughs at their jokes. He does his schoolwork and trains his body.

All Might pats him on the shoulder after a successful training exercise and he almost forgets.

***

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t tell anyone. It’s obvious what he’s suffering from and what his options are.

Cut out the flowers along with his feelings or die.

He honestly doesn’t know which one is worse.

***

He can feel them in his lungs, rustling with every breath. They tickle his throat and make him cough. He’s always coughing.

He’s stopped by a hand on his shoulder after class one day.

“Midoriya, are you feeling alright? You look unwell,” Todoroki-kun says in his quiet way, concern only evident in the pinch in his brow.

Izuku knows he looks unwell. The face he sees in the mirror is pale and wan, dark circles like bruises under the eyes.

He turns to Todoroki-kun and smiles, lying through his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine! I think I’m coming down with something, is all.”

Todoroki-kun is about to respond when someone barges in between them, breaking their connection.

“You’re in the way,” Kacchan says while walking past them, hands in his pockets.

At the graze of Kacchan’s shoulder, he feels his airway constrict and thinks, please, no, not here. He bids a hasty farewell and practically sprints to his room, chest rustling and breath wheezing the whole way.

He barely closes the door behind him before he’s coughing and retching into his palm. A cascade of tiny red petals fall from his lips, scorching a line of fire up his throat in their wake.

***

He seriously considers his options.

He thinks about getting the surgery. He is the bearer of One for All after all, there are expectations riding on his shoulders for the future. He can’t just take that lightly.

He thinks about completely forgetting about his feelings for Kacchan. At first it sounds appealing. No more awkwardness around him or random pangs of longing. No more chasing after him and no more childhood memories.

No more admiration. No more striving to be better. No more symbol of victory.

No more Kacchan.

His other option is pretty straightforward.

He still doesn’t know which he prefers.

***

He’s fading fast and he knows it.

Anything more strenuous than a flight of stairs makes the rustling in his chest unbearable. It’s all he can do not to puke his guts out.

His friends are worried about him, urging him to see a doctor. He waves it off as a temporary bug.

All the while he feels crimson eyes boring into the back of his head.

The tendrils in his chest squeeze tighter.

***

He’s packing up after class, exhausted from just sitting there. He tells his friends with a tired smile that he’s gonna skip dinner and head straight to bed. They leave him reluctantly, telling him to get some rest. When they’re gone, he can’t help but sigh in relief. He feels terrible for doing it, but keeping up the charade is draining.

A hand is suddenly slamming down on his desk and he starts. He looks up to see Kacchan looming over him.

“Oi, nerd, the fuck is up with you?”

“W-what do you mean, Kacchan? I’m fine!” Izuku says evasively, looking at everything but Kacchan. Lie, lie, Kacchan can’t know!

The hand Kacchan’s resting on his desk crackles with his Quirk. “Don’t play fucking stupid with me, Deku! It might work on those extras you call friends, but not on me! You look like shit warmed over and keep getting fucking worse every time I see you! Out with it, Shitty Deku, what the fuck’s the matter?”

Is Kacchan… worried about him?

He quashes that thought as quickly as it arises. He won’t delude himself into thinking there’s even the smallest hope. It wouldn’t do him any good.

He frantically tries to think of a convincing lie to tell. He opens his mouth before he knows what he’s going to say but all that comes out is a series of wracking coughs that set his chest on fire. He feels petals fill his mouth but does his best to swallow them down again.

Panting, he looks up again to see Kacchan’s furious face. “Are you still gonna tell me that you’re fine, Deku?”

“I’m just coming down with something, that’s all,” He says weakly, “It’ll pass in a few days.”

“Bullshit.”

“Really, Kacchan, I’m-”

“Say you’re fine again and I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

Izuku closes his mouth with a snap and looks away. He’d been saying I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine to anyone who asked to the point where he’d had everyone fooled, even himself. And yet here was Kacchan, cutting all of that away in an instant.

He isn’t fine, not even a little bit.

Mortifyingly, he feels tears well up. He gets one look at Kacchan’s shocked face before he runs out of the room.

***

He wakes up in the middle of the night, gagging and retching. He runs to the toilet before he spews petals all over his sheets. This time, however, a whole head lands in the water with a plop. He watches it bob up and down for a second, then fishes it out.

He twirls the carnation between his fingers, the water sparkling off of its crimson petals like dew.

***

He looks up the meaning of red carnations on his phone.

Deep love, pride, admiration, My Heart Aches For You.

***

He’s in the middle of hero training when it finally happens.

He’s sparring with Kacchan when his sluggish reflexes cause him to get pinned. He’s flat on his back with Kacchan straddling him, arms held down on either side of his head.

He looks up at Kacchan’s triumphant face and feels it coming from the tightening in his chest. Before he can stop it, he’s turning his head and heaving whole carnations onto the floor.

Distantly, he feels Kacchan let go of him. He turns and sees Kacchan looking dumbstruck, all the color drained from his face. He tries reaching out to Kacchan, but all he accomplishes is to prop himself up on his elbows while he dry heaves.

There was a crowd around them now, the whole class gathering to watch Izuku spit out flowers like magic.

***

Recovery Girl takes one look at him and sighs tiredly, for once looking her age.

“You just can’t do things the easy way, can you?”

She runs by his options like he doesn’t already know them.

She sees his expression and says, “You know that there’s no miracle cure for this, right? You’re pretty far along already.”

At his continued silence, she sighs again and states that she’s going to call his mother and that he should collect his things.

***

His mother cries, like he expected she would.

***

The doctor doesn’t waste any time sugarcoating. He’s dying and needs to go into surgery before the carnations suffocate him.

He sits and listens politely, but he’d made up his mind a while ago, he thinks. He thanks her for her time and walks out.

His mother, tears in her eyes, begs him to reconsider. All he does is hold her like he used to when he was small and scared of shadows.

***

He becomes too weak to leave his room.

The carnations are his constant companion, along with the ever-increasing tightening in his chest.

His friends come to visit.

“Deku-kun,” Uraraka-san sobs, “please, confess your feelings! Whoever it is is bound to accept them!”

Iida-kun grips him by the shoulders and tries to look him in the eye. “Midoriya-kun, it’s foolish to carry on like this,” he says fiercely, “Simply confess your feelings and be done with it!”

“They’re right, Midoriya.” Todoroki-kun says earnestly, “Just tell us who it is and we’ll bring them to you.”

He smiles warmly at them, grateful to have such wonderful friends despite clearly being an awful one himself for making them worry like this.

“I’m sorry, but I’d rather not burden them with my feelings when I know that they won’t be reciprocated.”

“But you don’t know that!” Uraraka-san cries.

“I’m sorry, but I do.”

They leave and Izuku is left alone with nothing but his thoughts and fistfuls of red carnations.

***

All Might comes to visit. He takes one look at Izuku and envelops him in a hug.

Izuku finally, finally let’s himself break down and grieve for what he’s about to lose.

***

He gets one more visitor before the day is out and it’s the last person he expects to see.

Kacchan stands before his bed, fists clenched at his sides.

“Have you gone to the doctor?”

“I have.”

“…Well? When’s the surgery?”

Izuku sighs, suddenly feeling very tired. “I’m not getting the surgery, Kacchan.”

“You’re- what?”

“I said I’m-”

“I heard what you fucking said, I want an explanation.”

“I can’t do it. I don’t want to forget.”

Kacchan’s face clouds over with rage, eyes flashing as he grips Izuku’s shoulders. “Who the fuck is it, Deku. Who’s worth fucking dying over?”

Izuku just looks away.

Kacchan grits his teeth. “Is it Round-face or that Half-and-half bastard?”

“Kacchan-” Before he can continue, there’s a bright stabbing pain in his chest that has him doubled over and retching. Kacchan leaps back as blood-smeared carnations spill into Izuku’s lap. In a detached sort of way Izuku realizes that they’re the exact same shade of red as Kacchan’s eyes.

Kacchan’s look turns wild as he approaches Deku again. “Who the fuck is it? I’ll drag their sorry asses here myself!”

“I won’t say. I can’t burden them with this.”

“Then take the fucking surgery, Deku!”

“No.”

Kacchan roars out in frustration, palms letting off explosion after explosion before he sharply turns back to Izuku.

“I thought you said you beat me one day! How the fuck’re you supposed to beat me if you’re-” He stops, clenched fists shaking at his sides.

Done with thinking about consequences, Izuku reaches out and wraps a hand around one of Kacchan’s wrists, gently unfolding Kacchan’s fingers. He’ll let himself have this, at least. He fights through the immediate tightening of his chest and smiles up at Kacchan’s shocked face.

“It’ll be alright, Kacchan.” He says quietly. Kacchan’s face crumbles.

“No, it fucking won’t Deku, not without-” Kacchan snatches his hand back and runs it shakily across his mouth, tears shining in his eyes. “I can’t picture becoming the greatest hero without you on my fucking heels!”

Izuku’s breath catches, and for once it’s not from the flowers in his chest.

“W-what do you mean, Kacchan?” Izuku tries to calm the frantic beating of his heart, hardly daring to hope.

The tears in Kacchan’s eyes finally spill over.

“I mean that you’re fucking it for me! I don’t care what shitstain you’re in love with, I’ll kill them myself if it means you don’t fucking die!”

Izuku covers his mouth with his hands as the tears he’d been trying to hold back start pouring out. He scrambles to his feet and throws his arms around Kacchan, burying his face into Kacchan’s shoulder and absolutely bawling.

Kacchan freezes and raises his arms like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Oi, Deku, what-”

“It’s you, Kacchan, it’s always been you,” he sobs into Kacchan’s shoulder, probably getting tears and snot all over Kacchan but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment.

Kacchan grips his shoulders and pushes him at arm’s length, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What?”

Izuku smiles through his tears. “It’s you I’m in love with, Kacchan. I’ve loved you for so long.”

Then Kacchan is pulling him in and they’re kissing. It’s messy and tastes salty from both of their tears, but to Izuku it’s perfect.

Kacchan pulls back suddenly, looking furious. “Wait, d’you mean you almost died just because you didn’t want to fucking confess-”

Izuku reels him back in, laughing and deliriously happy.

Just then, it occurs to Izuku that he’s breathing free and clear for the first time in a long time.

ao3

[sugar-petals]

⏗ Choking Gold (m.)

⏗ pairing // sub!jin x dom!reader ⏗ summary // an obedient mouth is all it takes when the cameras are running. gladly, your co-performer jin musters exactly that. ⏗ genre // smut one shot — pornstar au ⏗ word c. // 1.7k ⏗ warnings // dom/sub, bdsm, cameras, sex toys, deepthroat, mommy kink, aftercare, femdom, facefucking, breath play, orgasm denial

⏗ note // the second of my writing exercises. the goal is to scratch what i rely on the most and see how it turns out. first i omitted dialogue in pump jack (m), now I ditch my usual plot shebang. take care with the warnings, and enjoy. 

„Take five — And action!“

It’s colder since someone ventilated the area. Dimmed lights. Cameras rolling. The voices around the set become hushed. It’s only you and him now.

„How’s my baby liking it so far?“

Jin sniffles. Moaning and gargling. His hands grab at the sheets.

„Oh right. Can’t say anything with a golden dick in your mouth, can we.“

He’s stretched out. Your hand remains firmly in place and prolongs the motions. Jin’s dark eyes turn bigger when he realizes how quick the stabs become. How deep.

„Wide. Wide, baby, wide open. Use teeth, you know what happens. Remember what I said. You know it.“

Indistinct nods. He’s barely keeping up. Since you removed the pillow, his head is in an awkward position. The vibrator won’t cram in as smoothly without the proper bend in his windpipe. The swallows are heavy. But Jin won’t use his teeth. His lips struggle to close that way, but that’s how the script goes. At least he tries. Bobbing his head and shoving more length down. You hum in content. He’s doing well. 

„I see you do. Mommy gives you something to feel good. A lil’ reward if you will.“

Jin shifts around on the bed. Adjusting the dildo seems a little harder than you thought. Well. You glance toward the assistant, draw the vibrator from Jin’s throat. Less content. With more indignance. So they did it again. You sigh out loud. The crew gets moving.

„Cut!“

„Hey, what’s going on, Y/N?“ the director mumbles from behind the lighting team. There’s commotion in the room again. More ventilation. Loud voices left and right. Chatter.

„Need more lube, he’s running dry. Look at that. Way more lube there. Where is it? We prepared the bottles, didn’t we? Thought we did.“

„Oh right,“ the director’s assistant comes around to rummage below the bed. „Didn’t think we need it today?“

„Really?“

„Jin’s not the type. Jimin earlier, he’s a waterfall, too. Schedule’s wet today, I thought. Sorry. My bad.“

„Always get it ready anyways. You never know. And leave it closer to me. Need a big portion, let’s see. Don’t spill that yet, Kim, keep it.“

The blue bottle clicks open under your thumb and its cold fluid eases into Jin’s mouth with a little squeeze to it already. Bubbles waver at the plastic opening when you finish filling him up by eye, with quite a lot of more pumps. Jin’s tongue is entirely coated by now. You check twice. Closed, the bottle returns to where it was with a bumping noise. Then, the assistant exhales, tinkers about once more, and places it next to you, out of frame, on one of the many pillows. It’s how you learn.

„Looks good,“ you test anew, help Jin adjusting his lips with two fingers, then turn to the camera team. „Gonna be one hell of a cleaning job. Anyway, run it.“

“Alright, Y/N. Should we wipe down the toy, first?”

“No, it’s good that way.”

The matte, golden-tinted shaft slips back into its former place. Jin is already agonizing with his tongue. It really was a lot of lube. He’s probably swallowed parts of it already. The familiar voice in the crew returns.

„Take 6 — And action!“

You lean toward him and growl, fingers looming at his already stuffed throat. Just a cherry on top.

„Y’know what Mommy will give you? Something nice. Curious, baby, hm? I’ll show you. But don’t mess up.“

Jin is preoccupied with the lube threatening to brim over while you concern yourself with the outer end of the toy where a petite black switch sits. One, two, three. The vibrations come in several augmentations and a fourth option which is heavy pulse mode. Now that would be a little too much, you think. Not with Kim, Park would like that, he’d gag himself into a delirium just for fun and a few bucks more. 

A little flick and the buzzing starts. You fumble at Jin’s face to direct his attention, turning the switch up simultaneously. He’s soft. He obeys.

„Breathe through the nose. Be careful, baby. The nose, yeah like that. We’re not missing a beat there, love.“

Only the third and most intense mode you deem fit to get his throat going. The dildo is harder to grip now that it’s oscillating back and forth so vigorously. However, it’s a nice hand massage. Even where the vibrator churns and whirs in his esophagus, you can feel the bumble through the skin.

„How you lovin’ that. Your ass would split in half if I plowed you like that.“

„Hn— Nnh!“

The sheets go into creases again. Eventually, lube and snot pools at his lips. You’ve been counting, it’s only been half a minute. Who can blame him, this is meant to be training. You want to tease him, nevertheless. It’s not in the script. But it still fits.

„So, you’re naughty, aren’t you.“

Given how the vibrations turn abrasive on his teeth and tongue, despite all lube, you stir in the shaft deeper, which in return, brings Jin’s mouth open wider. His lips are so deliciously plump now. You know it’s gonna be a great shot. What an opportunity with such a nice cushioning. You thrust the vibrator in harder.

The corners of his mouth are bubbling over. There it is. Gag reflex. He’s choking, holding his neck with two hands. Begging written all over his eyes. Your motions truncate his whines, the little whimpers, so luscious— into sloppy noise at the back of his throat. He can only do as much as nod and breathe along. So messy. Hands still holding his own neck. 

The lighting crew adjusts their angle behind you just a little, the shadows on his face change. You let the buzzing continue until the lube all runs out again, and Seokjin’s jaw turns looser than it was. He’s sniffling again.

„So cute. That’s a champ. Give me that sweet look you did again.“

Yes, Jin does. He’s blushy now. Gorgeous boy.

You have your fun drawing out the moving vibrator from his throat and poking his cheeks with it. Amazingly enough, he’s ticklish. Below his chin, too. Blush still lingering, you guide the tip, then the entire golden length, then, back in. Jin is eager to suck on it. You dial down the vibration to one out of three so it’s easier for him to get a grip on it. Like a pro. You praise him. Jin gags himself harder. The saliva runs on its own. It’s marvelous to watch. But the director already indicates the watch from the corner of your eye.

You retract the toy, place it next to the pillow with the lube on it. Jin’s coughing spit. His entire swollen lips and chin glaze over. The camera zooms in. Shaky, fumbling hands, looking for something. You close the distance, tap the spot before your knees with a flat palm.

„Deserving, aren’t you. My Jin. Sweet baby. Mommy’s holding you, come.“

He curls, albeit so broad, so tall, at your lap. Again, the lighting crew moves about ever so slightly, along with the audio team. 

„A brave boy,“ you murmur, now cheek to cheek. „I like that. You’ve been good. Taking so much. So good.“

„Thank, thank you. Mom. Loved it.“

His hair is half soft, half sweaty to the touch. Gentle. Massaging. You take your time with both hands working all over him. He’s pliant. Sweet and so dulcet. And fucked out. Rule’s to spend a quarter time of play as aftercare, screw the camera team getting limp arms and the movie getting ten minutes longer. Who among the viewers will be mad, anyway. 

The red fleece blanket, shoved into the frame by the assistant, is timely. Jin snuggles into it with his face right away. It gets all soiled, but you continue stroking him.

„Breathe easy, easy. We go step by step. Need a plushie?“

„Need, maybe, hug. Love hugs...“

„Easier done than said.“

Your arms snake around his torso, as good as they can since Jin is firmly nestled into the mattress with the blanket all around.

„Hug’s good, little one?“

You plant a kiss on his forehead where the blanket reveals it. 

„Just frustrated,“ he murmurs into the fabric.

„Oh why, Jinnie?“

„Still cum left, Mommy. I’m sorry.“

„That’s Mommy’s job, you know. Spoiling has two meanings. Next time I might ruin you less.“

„No, no! Not that.“

„More ruining?“

„I can’t… without this, just need more milking,“ he emerges from the blanket. „Mommy, please!“

„Probably makes you cum even if I say no, doesn’t it,“ you loosen the hug and tickle the sides of his torso. Well-built. But it’s no surprise, he hits the gym with Taehyung and Jimin every other day.

The complaint is almost instant. Jin wriggles around and looks up to you.

„Need your hands back. Mommy.“

You bend down to him now, fully leaning into the hug. You whisper. The sneaky camera audio shouldn’t capture it. Or so, you hope.

„The mistress after me needs some fun. Can’t hand you over all empty, Kim. That’s how it goes. Been bending the script for too much already. Next time we might get a chance.“

You return to an upright position, twirling Jin’s hair now.

„Whiny brats live harder lives. Hugs you’ll get.“

„And the plushie, ah!“

„Mh, want it now? Changed his darling mind there,“ you grin, and take the little green elephant toy from the other end of the bed. „Charlie, here he comes. Look at this cocky baby, Charlie. Demanding a lot today, can you believe? It’s only training and he’s trying to seize everything he can.“

You make Charlie sit on Jin’s broad chest so he can grab the plushie. He’s already tugging at the elephant’s giant ears and makes the toy walk around with funny noises.  

„First he gets his throat stuffed, then he wants release. Jinnie can be glad he gets what he gets. Look at him Charlie, those begging eyes. Isn’t he adorable this way? We’ll let him pout on, see how it goes. Really, so cute.“

Charlie gets a little deformed because Jin holds him tight. The lighting team gets into position to brighten the head lamp. Although Charlie is unlikely to suffer permanent damage, you loosen Jin’s fingers around the fluffy green animal gradually, alongside giving more hugs. The director rises from the seat at the back now. You pat Jin’s hair a few times. 

„And cut!“

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[jessahmewren]

Hellooooo! What would you say about Froger? Where a possesive and jealous top!Rog is punishing Freddie and reminds him of who he belongs to after one of the gigs for being too flirtous and adventerous with Brian?

I LOVED this prompt!  So much so that it grew legs and got way out of hand! I hope you enjoy love!  

The title is “The View from the Back” and it’s also on AO3

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The roar of the crowd nearly deafened the blood in his ears, nearly made him forget how blatantly flirtatious and lascivious his boyfriend had been toward Brian, and how helpless he’d been to stop it, stuck up here behind his drums. 

Well, he was about to have a talk with Mr. Mercury. 

He found Freddie backstage and wrapped a firm hand around his arm.  He pulled him from a seated position, totally interrupting whatever conversation he was having.  Freddie was still wearing those maddening little white shorts.  “May I have a word with you?” he gritted out. 

Freddie looked at him in disbelief.  “What's wrong Rog?”  He looked down at the white knuckle grip Roger had on him.  “You’re hurting me.”  Roger loosened his fingers, but still held him firm as he led him to the door of his dressing room. “Inside.  Now.”

The commanding tone Roger used made something swim in Freddie’s belly, and he was helpless to refuse him.  He followed him inside, still unsure what all of this was about. 

Roger circled him once, twice, as if feeling him out.  He wouldn’t touch him.  “On your knees,” he finally said gruffly. 

Freddie complied, his heart thumping wildly.  Roger was Domming him outside their bedroom, which was unusual. 

“You’ve been naughty, Freddie.  A slut even.  A slut in front of so many people, when you know you’re mine.” 

Freddie’s large brown eyes blinked up at him.  “A s-slut?” 

“Yes Freddie. I can see everything from the back. The way you were gyrating your hips and rubbing all over Brian. The way you were mouthing all over his crotch like you wanted to suck his juicy cock.”

Freddie swallowed. 

“Is that it then?  You want his big cock in your mouth?”

“No,” Freddie said.  I just get lost in the music, that’s all.  You know that Roggie.” 

Roger finally touched him, outlining the cut of his jaw with a single finger.  “I think you want to suck a cock,” he said, enunciating every world distinctly.  “And I think I know just what to do.”

He left and was gone for several moments.  Freddie stayed on his knees, afraid to move, afraid that Roger would come back and find him disobedient. 

And, he admitted, in part he was right.  A lot of what he was doing on stage was to make him jealous.  He loved seeing Roger this way, he would just never admit it. 

Roger eased the door open, an uncomfortable-looking Brian in tow.  Freddie’s heart started thundering in his ears, his mouth watering.  Brian had had a shower and had changed into more comfortable clothes.  He smiled at Freddie. 

“Brian here is going to help us with our punishment Freddie.  He knows you’re being punished, but not for what.  We’re going to keep it that way, aren’t we?”

Freddie swallowed thickly.  “Yes sir.”

Roger directed Brian to sit down in an armchair in the dressing room.  He whispered something to Freddie, and Freddie reluctantly crawled over to Brian, steadying himself on his knees. 

“Hi,” he said nervously. 

Brian smiled.  “Hi Freddie.” 

Freddie licked his lips, going for the man’s fly when he jerked back, looking at Roger in alarm. 

“Let him Brian,” Roger intoned quietly.  “Just sit back and enjoy yourself.  He wants to.” 

Brian squirmed, hiding his face as Freddie took him out of his pants and wet him with his tongue. 

“Look at that cock, Freddie.  It’s all for you.  Stroke him a few times, get him nice and hard.” 

Brian gripped the arms of the chair, trying not to make eye contact with Freddie.  He groaned, low in his throat as Freddie jerked him off before taking him into his mouth. 

“I’m really not sure I’m comfortable with whatever is happening here,” he gasped out as Freddie licked down his length only to take him down again.  “I just—I don’t think—“

Roger stood, going behind Brian to play in his hair.  “If you were doing a good enough job he wouldn’t be able to say a word, Freddie.  Are you losing your touch?” 

Freddie took him further down at that, fighting his gag reflex, taking him so deep his nose was pressed into Brian soft brown curls.

Moans and pleas fell from Brian’s lips, and it was taking all of his bodily power to hold himself back from thrusting into him. 

Roger cooed into Brian’s ear, smoothing the hair back from Brian’s forehead as Freddie continued to go down on him.  Until he abruptly stopped him and he pulled off, lips swollen, tears in his eyes, gaze turned up and questioning. 

“Now fuck his face, Brian.  Fuck it hard.  He’s been a very bad boy.” 

Brian was so eager for his release, he didn’t need much encouraging.  He pulled Freddie’s head closer, slipping his cock passed his lips and fucked into him with sharp, shallow thrusts, punching little breathy whines out of Freddie until Brian came so hard and plentifully Freddie nearly couldn’t swallow it all. 

Freddie slumped over his knees, dabbing at his mouth with the back of his hands.  Tears dropped to the carpet, but he blinked them away.  He was impossibly hard, and his jaw ached.  Brian put himself away and awkwardly made to leave. 

Roger stopped him.  “You can stay for the rest if you like.  Freddie has a bit more of his punishment left.  Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes sir,” he croaked, throat completely shot from taking down Brian.  “I’ve been bad.”

“You just bend that bum over and let me stretch it out,” Roger purred.  “It may not need much…you’ve been such a slut tonight.” 

“Yes,” Freddie gasped.  “I’ve been a naughty slut.” 

Roger reached down and palmed Freddie’s erection.  “But who’s naughty slut are you,” he whispered. 

“Only yours sir.  Forever yours.” 

Roger smiled.  “That’s right.  Now bend over and let me work you open so I can fill you with the only cock you will ever need.” 

“Yes,” Freddie said. “The only one I want.” 

Roger had the little shorts down in seconds.  Of course, Freddie wasn’t wearing any pants.  He lubed his fingers and began teasing his rim, making gentle circles around the muscle until he slipped one into Freddie’s tight heat. 

There were soft moans coming from the armchair, and Roger stole a glance at Brian who was apparently touching himself. 

He added a second finger and Freddie keened, bucking against Roger as Roger began scissoring his fingers inside of him, feeling him slowly open up, smoothing his fingers along the inside edge and then just brushing that little bundle of nerves.

Freddie moaned, low and sweet, and Roger smiled.  “That’s it, pet.  You’ve been such a good boy, doing what you’re told, taking your punishment.  Gonna fuck you nice and slow.  Make you beg to come.  You’ll be bursting for it.” 

Freddie moaned again, so loudly Roger was sure anyone passing by the dressing room could hear it.  He added a third finger, and Freddie pushed back onto his hand, fucking himself.  Roger tsked.  “I think you’re ready slut.  You can’t even wait for my cock, can you?”

“Roll over baby…I want you where I can see you.  I’ve looked at your back all night.” Roger winked at Brian, and Freddie was so unraveled at this point he could only moan. 

Roger had Freddie on his back, his hands over his head.  He entered him slowly, by inches, and Freddie whimpered pitifully at the ease at which he was moving, at the slow burn.  Freddie liked everything fast…fucking, music, life…so this was part of his punishment too. 

Roger finally seated himself deep inside Freddie, blowing out a puff of air at the vice-like grip his body had on him, but refusing to move just yet.  Freddie’s legs went up around his shoulders and he whined, but he still cock-warmed him awhile before slowly pulling out and then slamming back down. 

Freddie moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back.  Roger might be going slowly, but he was fucking him hard, just the way he liked it, and whether Roger realized it or not, he was quickening his pace with every egress. 

The hands on Freddie’s arms tightened, and Roger could hear Brian in the armchair, his labored breathing and his soft moans.  

“Touch me Daddy…I’m so close,” Freddie whined, hitching his legs even higher so Roger could hit his prostate. 

Roger didn’t deny him that, angling his hips so he wouldn’t miss it. 

“Why should I touch you baby boy?  You’ve been such a tart.” 

Freddie floundered.  “I-I’m so sorry Daddy.  Truly sorry.  I’m a dirty slut and I’m sorry.” 

“Whose dirty slut are you,” Roger managed, pumping harder into Freddie than before. 

“Yours,” he stammered out. 

Roger smiled, wrapping a hand around Freddie’s cock and giving it a few stroked.  The tiny bit of friction was all he needed as he came into his hand and on his chest, ropes of white going up between them. 

“I’m almost there baby,” Roger grunted as he continued fucking into Freddie.  He let go of his hands, gripping his waist instead and pounded into him, chasing his release.  Finally he was coming, an oversensitive Freddie squirming beneath him. 

Roger rolled off of Freddie grabbing his discarded shorts and wiping them both down.  “You’ll have to wear something of mine baby boy,” he said with a laugh.  Those shorts are even whiter now.” 

“You ok back there Brian?” 

Freddie looked and the singer was red-faced and completely blissed out.  He was breathing heavily, his head lolled against the back of the chair. 

His face reddened even further. “Um, toss me the shorts?”

The three of them burst into fits of laughter. 

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[stomachflu]

02. introducing maria, lynn and reed’s girlfriend who tries to appreciate their home cooking a little too much.

Lynn tutted as she dished out another serving of steaming rice onto Maria’s plate, adding more to the pile of food in front of her. “Maria, babe, you need to eat more! You’re practically wasting away!”

“Yeah, Maria,” Reed said, sticking their tongue out, obviously teasing. They grabbed their own heaping plate and took a seat across from her.

“I do eat,” Maria said a bit indignantly, picking up her fork. She knew that Lynn was only teasing too, that she just loved making sure everyone was fed, but she was used to getting comments about her eating habits all the time.

She’d always been a delicate eater – a bird’s stomach, her mother had said while she was growing up. As a child, eating heavy foods – like the plate heaped with meats and starches that Lynn had set in front of her – had made her ill, and even now she often resorted to nibbling on a light sandwich in between classes rather than consuming an entire meal. It was just that she didn’t need to eat that much, that was all.

But tonight was a special night, and Lynn had talked about wanting to cook a special dinner for weeks, just for the three of them, so Maria took a deep breath and cut into her fish.

Reed had got up for seconds by the time Maria was about halfway done with her plate, beginning to feel full. Lynn still kept looking expectantly to her, though, so she kept offering the usual platitudes, gushing about how great the food was.

“And the texture? Are you sure that the salmon goes well with the rice, ‘cause I really wasn’t sure...”

Maria took a large sip of wine to wash down a bite that was sticking in her throat. Maybe it was the drink that wasn’t helping, she reasoned. She felt overly full, her fork becoming heavier and heavier. “It’s great, Lynn. You did a wonderful job, as usual.”

She scooped up the last forkful of rice, swallowing several times to wash the bite down. Thank god, she thought. The meal had been delicious, but she was stuffed, her stomach protesting every bit of those last few bites. She burped delicately into her hand, tasting the salmon she’d just finished. “Excuse me.”

“I’m glad you both liked that so much!” Lynn said, rising from her chair. Maria groaned internally. She wasn’t sure if she could stand right now, not with how full her stomach was. “So, for our second course, we have sliced beef medallions and crab-stuffed shrimp, along with some vegetables that Reed helped cook,” she called over her shoulder, heading into the kitchen.

“Don’t eat those, they’ll make you sick,” Reese said jokingly.

Maria tried to force a laugh, but she was still stuck on the words second course. “Wait, how much did you make?”

“Well, let’s see...” Lynn paused, reappearing in the doorway with a dish. “I made three main courses, plus dessert! It’s always so fun to try new things, and I need you guys to taste-test!”

“Oh. I see.” That sounded rude, Maria realized, so she pasted on a smile, digging into the second course with gusto. The energy didn’t last long, her spoon growing heavier and heavier, each bite taking more and more effort to swallow. Her face felt hot, her stomach digging into the waistband of her pants. She reached under the table to undo the top button, but her relief at the release of pressure was short-lived as a wave of nausea washed over her.

“You doing okay?”

Maria opened her eyes to see Reed staring at her, and she nodded, pressing her hand into her stomach under the table. Stay down, she told herself. It didn’t even matter if she got sick once she was home, just please, please, don’t be sick in front of your partners. Once she trusted herself to open her mouth without gagging, she lifted her fork, filling her mouth with shrimp so she didn’t have to talk.

By the time Lynn brought out the third course – some kind of thick red soup with rice and meat – Maria’s hands were shaking, and she was swallowing down burps that tasted of the last dish. Her stomach was distended, but rubbing it only made the nausea worse. Just tell them that you can’t eat another bite. Tell them that you have to go home. Tell them anything.

“This looks lovely,” she said instead, silently cursing herself. Across the table, Reed burped loudly, laughing – No manners, Maria would’ve usually thought, but her stomach rose into her throat, and she drained her glass of wine to keep it down.

“Could I,” she said, acid rising in her throat. “Could I have something else to drink?” She had to finish the sentence quickly, the nausea threatening to overwhelm her, but the next spoonful of soup at least gave her something to wash down the thick saliva pooling in her mouth.

“Of course!” Lynn jumped up, grabbing Reed’s shoulder. “Tell you what, since you love my soup so much, I’ll get you the rest of the pot as well. Reed, come help.”

Alone at last, Maria leaned over the table, resting her head in her arms. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the increased pressure on her stomach didn’t help, but she could barely sit up anymore. She allowed the burps she’d been stifling all evening to come bubbling up, but they just made her more nauseous.Thank god, she thought, massaging her stuffed, distended belly with one hand. When they come back, I’ll tell them that I can’t eat any more and I’ll just go home.

“Here you go!” Maria sat up just in time as Lynn slid a glass of juice in front of her and took the soup pot from Reed’s hands, ladling a large spoonful into her bowl.

“Really, are you feeling okay?” Reed said, hovering by her shoulder. “You don’t look so hot.”

“’M okay,” Maria managed, swallowing her spoonful of soup.

Her stomach lurched, and she swallowed again, hard, dropping her spoon and pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. Nausea washed over her and she heaved into the bowl, sending a mouthful of sick straight back into the soup.

“Shit, are you...”

Maria didn’t even have a chance to respond before the next wave gripped her. A thick torrent of vomit poured out of her mouth, overflowing the bowl and pouring out onto the table. She tried to push out of her chair, but couldn’t move away fast enough, doubling over with both arms clutched around her sloshing stomach and she heaved again and again, each time sending a flood of vomit over the table and onto the floor.

Distantly, she heard Lynn shriek, and felt Reed pull her hair back from her face, rubbing her back with their free hand. “That’s it,” they said soothingly. “Get it all up, you’re okay.”

I’m not okay, Maria thought, belching up another stream of sick, but she managed to get herself under control enough to stop retching. “I – shit, I’m so sorry,” she managed, tears welling up in her eyes. “I didn’t mean –“ A fresh gag gripped her, and she was sick all down her front again.

“Okay, you’re good, it’s nothing we can’t clean up,” Reed said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and sheparding her away from the mess. “We’re gonna get you to the bathroom, okay?”

“’Kay.” Maria shuffled towards the bathroom slowly, one arm wrapped around her aching stomach, the other pressed firmly over her mouth. She had to stop and burp up a mouthful of sick over the hardwood floor several times, but Lynn promised her that they’d clean it up, it was okay, she should just relax.

She hadn’t thought that her stomach could hold that much, certainly after how much she’d just vomited, but when Reed helped her kneel down beside the toilet, Maria heaved up another mouthful of puke. She could see undigested vegetables floating in the water, and the sight triggered her gag reflex yet again.

Reed pressed a hand to her sweaty forehead. “Must be one hell of a bug. Don’t think you have a fever, though.”

“I don’t –“ Maria had to stop to retch, and she took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m not sick. Just ate too much.”

She pulled her hand away from her stomach to show Reed how bloated she was, and her partner paled, pressing their hand against the soft flesh. She nearly gagged again, but managed to compose herself at the last moment.

“You’re telling me that all of that was because you, what? Had eyes too big for your stomach?”

“I just didn’t – hurp!” Another stream of nearly-liquid sick splashed into the bowl, and Maria screwed her eyes shut. “I didn’t wanna disappoint Lynn. I know this was supposed to be her date thing, and I didn’t wanna ruin... oh god.”

A fresh cramp gripped her middle, but Reed pulled Maria into their arms as she gagged. “Trust me, you didn’t ruin anything. We’ll still have a nice night.”

“Cleaning up puke?” Maria wiped her eyes, mindful of the fact that her makeup was likely smeared across her face. “I doubt it.”

Reed hadn’t let Maria into the living room until the mess was cleaned up. Don’t want you to puke all over the floor again, they’d said. When that was said and done, they’d led Maria over to the couch, where Lynn was waiting with a pile of blankets and a bucket.

Now, Lynn traced her fingers over Maria’s still-bloated abdomen as she spit up yet another mouthful of sick into the bucket, her head propped up on Reed’s lap.

“This sucks. I don’t ever wanna eat again.”

Lynn just shushed her, wiping her mouth with a tissue, and Reed smiled wryly. “Next time, just let us know when you feel sick, got it?”

Maria groaned, draping an arm over her eyes. “Got it.”