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cedricslover · 3 years

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can you write a oneshot with wolfstars daughter dating george

Here you go bestie<33 thank u for requesting!!

As a wolfstar shipper and a George girl myself😌, I hope you like this bestie<33

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, George x Fem! Reader

Warnings: some homophobia at the beginning, teasing Sirius Black lmaooo

Word Count: 2.4k

“You want a future with me?”

“Hello dear” you turned around and saw one of your fathers, “Dad!” you jumped and hugged him, you just got off the Hogwarts express, this would be your last summer break since you’re going to be seventh year the next time you step at Hogwarts.

“How’s my baby girl?” He looked at you as you broke the hug, you smiled at the sight of him “Doing great, where’s dad?” you looked around while he picked up your trunk, “Here!” you heard the voice of your other father and your heart jumped out of joy when you saw him, you ran to him and hugged him too.

“Here’s a chocolate for our princess” he handed you a bar of chocolate, “Remus! You ruined my moment with her, you should show up at the exit, not here, you’re ruining my quality time with our daughter!” suddenly Sirius was having a tantrum, not likely a tantrum actually, he was just whining.

“No” Remus answered and looked away while he bit into his own chocolate bar. You laughed at them, “Stop acting like kids” you said and linked your arms to theirs.

“Excuse us?” They both said in unison and looked at you, their forehead creasing that made you laugh even more.

“You may” you nodded while closing your eyes and your parents just looked at each other, and it seemed like they were blaming the other one as to why you are so sarcastic.

“Let’s just go home” you dragged them by the arms since theirs are still linked to yours. You giggled as you saw Sirius not even struggling while carrying your trunk and at the same time being dragged by his daughter, and giggled even more when you saw your other dad who was just eating his chocolate quietly while observing the surroundings.

You three were just like a happy family, parents picking up their child that came from a boarding school, if it weren’t just the ugly looks the people gave you.

It seems like Sirius was also bothered by how people looked at the three of you, seriously? Can’t they just manage their own business.

Remus on the other hand was like used to it, he didn’t show any bothered expression, he didn't want to feed their satisfaction. That is something you got from him, that’s why you just let the people be, but of course, Sirius being Sirius.

He removed his arms from your link and grabbed Remus' face and took a bite from the chocolate that was centimeters away from his lips-being that he was eating it, your eyes widened registering how did that happen so fast, your jaw dropped, and a smile slowly formed in your lips as you saw Remus turning scarlet.

“Gross” you removed your arm that was around Remus’ and walked past them, your smile didn’t left your lips as you see mixed reactions from the crowd at the station, some were smiling, some were confused, some were probably uncomfortable, and of course, the people who were obvious to be insulted or disgusted.

Needless to say, Sirius is your father, so you flicked those people who looked openly disgusted by them, they were sneering, frowning, and rolling their eyes.

“Fuck off git” you mouthed as you walk, turning to them while your middle fingers were greeting them.

“Good job princess” Sirius laughed and high fived you as you three arrived at the front of number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t sure what was the good job for, is it for flicking those people off or for successfully apparating, you decided to shrug it off and just viewed the house, it was your father’s ancestral home, it was filled by terrible memories of his childhood but with you three living there, it was all buried deep down.

You unconsciously stared at the beautiful house that was concealed in the muggles eyes. You felt nostalgic seeing your dads walking towards the door, memories from your childhood appeared in front of you.

A girl in a yellow flowy dress, around the age of four, was running towards two men with their arms open wide, expecting that the little girl would run to them instead of the other, but what they didn’t expect was the little girl would run straight to the space between them and both hug them from the necks.

The little girl was giggling while her dads were teary eyed, that’s when they realized, she never had favorites, if she had the choice to not choose, she wouldn’t.

“Y/N?” Remus called you from the doorstep, his head was cocking from the door. “Oh!” you ran to the door “call me before dinner yeah?” you told Remus as you removed your shoes. You raised your gaze to him with flashing eyes and maintained eye contact, waiting for his answer.

“Alright” he replied to you, you felt sudden joy not even sure why but it did make you kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks!, Love you dad!” you shouted as you ran towards the stairs,

“HOW ABOUT ME?!” you heard Sirius who was probably at the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” you yelled while you ran the stairway.

“YOU BETTER BE NOT PREGNANT WITH THAT WEASLEY BOY’S CHILD Y/N!” Remus’ voice echoed and you laughed and stopped from entering your room and peeked down while holding at the stair rails.

“DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT PREGNANT!” you shouted back and you heard his sigh of relief, “YET!” you added and sprinted to your room and closed the door.

You heard both of their voices shouting your name. You cackle while heading to your study table, your room was cozy, it was filled with different drawings you made when you were a child, there was your very first black leather jacket that Sirius gave you before he bought you a bicycle, it was hanging from a corner, properly displayed, he was expecting you to like motorbikes like he did, and you did, you like riding motorbikes.

There was also your very first hair accessories that Remus bought for you, hair pins, hair clips, headbands, and many more. He was the one who likes to tidy you up, even before you make yourself dirty by running and riding the bike. Of course Remus struggled but thankfully, Lily did teach him a few hairstyles when they were teenagers, and the rest of his knowledge came from going to different hair salons just to ask how to style his daughter’s hair.

An owl bumped on your window that made your brows raise and shift your head to that direction.

“Errol?” you said the name of the owl and he dropped a letter to your hand before he headed to your table and lay down, acting very exhausted, of course to your utter panic you immediately got water and placed it in front of him. You sighed as he drank through the container, enough for him to drink.

While he relaxed you opened the letter.

Hello beautiful,

I’ll arrive there at six, see you.

Your husband,

George

You bit your lower lip and smiled, then you forgot, you haven’t told your dads yet. Without wasting any time, you apparated to the kitchen.

“Hey” you voice lingered behind their backs and they jumped, they turned their heads to you with wide eyes, “You don’t do that here” Sirius said while holding his chest, “I almost had a heart attack” he glared at you while you just tried to not laugh,

“You’re just getting old dad” you stated that made him glare at you more, Remus smiled very very sweetly at you, trying to bribe you to not say it “and you too” you smiled back, looking at their sour faces.

“Enough” Remus raised both of his hands and shaked it, trying to shoo you. “I was about to say that George’s arriving at si-” you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when someone knocked at the door.

“I’ll get it” you announced, you three were quite tensed as to who might be at the door, you weren’t expecting visitors this early, it wasn't 6 o'clock yet.

You opened the door, ready to run back to the kitchen if something goes wrong, but what greeted who was something-or someone, who had a mischievous smile, his red hair shining because of the sun, and his brown eyes gleaming at you.

“Hello dove” his smile became wider as he caught the perfect view of his girlfriend, her Y/H/C hair complimenting her skin, the eyes that were obviously shocked to see him, and the smile that slowly formed on her soft lips.

“George!” you mentioned his name when you processed who was standing in front of you, he gave you a peck on the lips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you carefully to the side so he can walk, “hello Sirs” he cleared his throat and rubbed both of his hand on his pants before giving your fathers a hand shake.

This would probably be their very first ‘formal’ meeting, they already met each other at Hogwarts, during the Triwizard tournament, but that wasn’t formal enough, unlike now.

George was scratching the back of his neck and was being really nervous, you just surveyed them, and when you noticed something it was too late because your mouth opened before you can even think twice

“Dad, you’re the smallest” you told Sirius that made the three of them look at you, firstly George was shaking his head slightly, trying to tell you that it was not the right time, then Remus was also looking at you, he was trying his best to cross his brows but you can see the ghost of smile that was in his face, on the other hand, Sirius was there shooting daggers at you with his eyes like you’re not his child, then he slowly looked at Remus and George.

George was obviously the tallest, but only an inch taller than Remus, while Sirius, he’s just not a six footer.

“I-uh come George let’s prepare the table” even though it was still early, you reached for George’s hand, still feeling the stares of your father, you wanted to laugh, so hard, but he might not buy you your favorite cereal, so you chose to suck it up.

“Why’d you do that?” George started talking as you fetched his wand and used it to prepare the table using magic, “it was my mouth’s fault, anyway, you told me you're arriving at six, it's not six yet” you answered and watched the floating plates and utensils.

“I was trying my best not to laugh dove, please don’t do that again in front of your parents, I might lose goodie points, and I meant six minutes not six o'clock” he chuckled as he hugged you from the back, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his chin on the top of your head.

“Even if you lose goodie points, I’ll still love you don’t worry” you faced him and cupped his face, his face that was always as perfect, those freckles that can make a constellation, his eyes that you would prefer to look at rather than the stars, and his hair that would always stand out.

It was like a magnetic pull, your faces was slowly getting nearer and nearer, almost there, the finish line, his lips onto yours, inches turned to an inch, heartbeats getting fast, and you can feel his breath, then his soft lips was supposed to be next

Not until someone cleared their throat that made you push George out of reflex.

“No snogging in this house, you understand that angel?” Sirius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, “Yes dad” you replied, slightly embarrassed so you chose to continue to prepare the table while George can’t maintain eye contact with you or anyone in the room.

“Sorry dad” you walked to Sirius who was still in the entrance of the kitchen, surprisingly he smiled at you, “Yeah that’s for bullying me” he wrapped his arms over your shoulder “But about that almost kiss? I’m not mad don’t worry, we all kiss someone at some time” he added like it was just common sense for him to not get mad.

“I love you” you said out of the blue while you two watched Remus and George laughing at the dinner table, you rested your head on his chest, “I love you more princess” you felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Just walk with the boy outside while we clean here alright?” Remus looked at you and George, he tapped George’s shoulder before he turned his back to the both of you and be with Sirius who was still drinking wine at the table.

“Come on” George called you and touched your back to guide you, your eyes were still looking at your parents, mesmerized by their strong bond.

“Georgie?” you tried to get his attention while you two walked the dim lighted streets, only the flickering lamp posts and the moon were the sources of light.

“Hmm?” he was busy playing your hand, touching every bit of it, and even comparing it to his. “You think we would be like them?” you stopped on your tracks, feeling the night summer breeze brushing your skin, "Like who love?" He stared at you, now holding your hand firmly, "Sirius and Remus" you answered and tucked the few strands of hair that was bothering your face because of the wind, you looked at his eyes and saw amusement and adoration all over it.

“You’re asking me that?” a lopsided smile appeared on his face, you nodded slightly as an answer, “You’re thinking of marrying me?” he asked you again, now giving a full smile, you nodded again, “You," he pointed to you "want a future with me?” he pointed to himself, his eyes smiling the same as his lips, you nodded again, oblivious of how that made George’s inner monologues that was doubting what would happen with the both of you disappear, because who wouldn’t, you’re Y/N, raised by two amazing people, you’re beautiful, intelligent, bold, and many more that he would even consider you as perfect.

And you’re here, saying that you wanted a future with him.

Now, with the moon smiling at the both of you, the stars being your cheerleaders, your lips met, you hooked your arms around his neck while he cups your face with one hand and the other holding your waist.

At this night, two teenagers shared a kiss under a lamp post, during the summer of 1995.

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fireheartbuzzard · 3 years

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electric love

day twenty-nine: a work based on a song

author’s note: i thought of this while i was attending mass lol. sorry jesus. also, it’s been so long lmao. again, i’ve been busy with college apps and assignments for the ib diploma program so i couldn’t get the time to work on the writing i wanted to put out for rowaelin month. and, i know it’s really late, but i still do plan on posting the ones that i had ideas for because i was really excited about this. so stay tuned, but the next one might come out in another two/three months lmaooo. anyway, hope y’all enjoy this one <3

content warning: no editing

word count: 1.4k

Aelin’s heart was thumping so loudly, she feared that the silver-haired man she loved sitting right next to her could hear it. She was about to do something risky, however, she couldn’t help but think that everything would go perfectly fine, because it always did, only with Aelin, of course. If all went well, then she’d have the man of her dreams. And if all went wrong, then Aelin would lose that man, and Aelin was not a quitter nor a loser.

Aelin figured Rowan would’ve left her by now if he’d truly been annoyed by all of her pranks, but Aelin couldn’t resist pulling pranks on her perfectly unsuspecting friend who had no social media or didn’t use the ones he did have. All the pranks Aelin pulled on Rowan for her TikTok page had been somewhat risky, but none had been as risky as this, none of them put her friendship with him on the line. However, this thing Aelin was about to do has been long overdue; the tension between her and Rowan has been driving Aelin crazy and finally became too much for Aelin to bear.

The other night, Rowan had placed his warm hand on her thigh at a reasonable spot for friends, stroking her thigh throughout the duration of the movie they were watching together causing Aelin to be squirming throughout the whole movie. And, Aelin was sick of using her own hands at night when they could’ve belonged to the man she fantasized about every night, which was exactly why Aelin had decided to throw all caution out the window and take this risk.

Rowan and Aelin were both finishing up dinner at her kitchen island, him coming straight to her place after work to spend some time with her before leaving and turning in for the night. Before Rowan had arrived, Aelin had already propped her phone up on her sugar jar. But, Aelin didn’t start the video until they were washing their dishes, the music blaring into the quiet ambiance of Aelin’s cozy home.

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

“Are you filming another TikTok?” Rowan asked as he turned from his spot in front of the sink, wiping his hands with the hand towel on the counter. His left brow was quirked, making him look inquisitive and absolutely handsome to Aelin. Aelin could only nod in response as she nervously peeked at him before looking back at her phone.

I can't let you go now that I got it

Aelin knew she looked awkward on camera right now, which was never an occurrence with her. However, with her heart palpitating and her hands shaking, Aelin knew it was too late to turn back now. A glance at Rowan had Aelin scrambling to gather her wits before she lost them; he was staring deeply at her, brows furrowed together and face in deep thought, like he was trying to connect the dots.

And all I need is to be struck

Aelin braced herself, turning slightly to weakly smile at Rowan and brace herself for the inevitable. Rowan only smirked in return, pine green eyes somehow twinkling in the yellow glow of the kitchen light. Aelin took the remaining steps toward Rowan, stopping in front of him before the song hit its crescendo.

By your electric love (Ohh)

Just when Aelin looked into Rowan’s beautiful eyes, his lips had smashed onto hers. Shocked, Aelin could only stare wide-eyed at him as she tried to process the moment. Rowan’s warm hands grabbed her face, tilting her head up a bit allowing Rowan to deepen the kiss as Aelin’s eyes started to close. And when Aelin started moving her lips, following his movements, Rowan let out a low groan that reverberated through Aelin’s lips, which in turn, caused her to let out a small gasp.

Taking in the essence of Rowan, Aelin could only focus on the smell and taste of him; his lips firm, yet soft at the same time, his pine and snow scent dominating her nostrils. Aelin’s lips moved in tandem with his, her hands moving to cradle one side of his face and to grip the silver hair at the back of his head and when Rowan let out another low groan, Aelin couldn’t help but grip his hair tighter.

Aelin felt Rowan slowly start moving, pushing her towards the kitchen counter and when Aelin leaned against it, Rowan’s hands trailed down from her face to her arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His hands trailed further down Aelin’s body, resting on her hips for a bit before moving to grab onto her ass, causing Aelin to let out a quiet moan.

Out of breath, Aelin removed her lips from Rowan’s and hooked her leg onto his waist as he continued his kisses down her neck. Sensing Aelin’s intent, Rowan grabbed onto Aelin’s other thigh and hoisted her onto the counter, continuing his attack on her neck and lightly biting into the skin between her neck and shoulder. When Aelin immediately moaned louder, as if she couldn’t control herself, and tugged on his hair, Rowan trailed his way back to her lips.

Aelin didn’t know how long they kissed for—minutes, hours, days—but when they finally broke apart, Aelin could still hear the music repeating itself on her phone as she stared into Rowan’s pine green eyes. Aelin still hadn’t been able to comprehend what had just happened, which must’ve shown on her face because Rowan let out a short laugh before gently smiling down at her, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. Aelin couldn’t help but lean up and kiss his dimples, causing them to deepen on his face when she pulled back.

“What made you kiss me?” Aelin asked as she stared at his lips.

Rowan hooked his finger under her jaw to draw her attention to his twinkling eyes before he replied, “I knew what you were doing.”

Shellshocked, Aelin could only mutter, “W-what? How?”

Rowan’s smile turned shy as his hand ran through his hair, “I got TikTok a couple of days ago and I came across this trend. I thought my ears were playing with me when I heard this song, but then I saw you position yourself and I knew that I had to do something to make you realize that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Aelin’s mouth was agape and Rowan laughed as he pushed Aelin’s mouth back together and pressed a small kiss to her lips.

“Of course, I am, Fireheart. I’ve been in love with you since the day you punched that one kid for bullying me.” Rowan’s eyes sparkled with humor as he thought back to their high school days.

Aelin smiled as she reached onto her tippy toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Well, I love you, Rowan. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you,” Aelin whispered the words across his lips and kissed him again when she was done.

Rowan reciprocated the kiss and pulled her tighter to him before cupping her face. However, Aelin abruptly pulled back.

“Wait! Why did you get TikTok?” Aelin’s eyes narrowed, suspicion lingering in the depths of turquoise and gold. Rowan smiled awkwardly, ducking his face and avoiding Aelin’s eyes. This time, Aelin pulled Rowan’s face up with a finger under his chin, “Tell me,” her voice had no room for discussion.

Rowan quietly rambled, “IgotittowatchvideosofyousinceyousaidthatyoualwayspostonTikTok.” His cheeks reddened as he continued explaining to Aelin.

“What are you saying, Rowan? Speak louder.”

“I said, I got it to watch videos of you because you told me that you always post on Tiktok.” Stunned, Aelin stared at Rowan for a long while before bursting into laughter. Rowan could only stick his face into the crevice between Aelin’s neck and shoulder and press a kiss to her neck before holding onto Aelin tightly, her melodious laughter ringing in his ears.

When Aelin quieted down, she asked him, “Is that why you suddenly got Instagram a couple of years ago when I was always taking pictures?”

When Rowan slightly nodded, Aelin let out another peal of laughter before pulling Rowan’s head out from between her neck and shoulder and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Gods, I love you,” she whispered across his lips.

“I love you, too,” Rowan grumbled as he continued kissing her long into the night.

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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SUNBEAMS & RHYTHMS || STEVE ROGERS; BUCKY BARNES

pairing: Steve Rogers x blind!black!reader x Bucky Barnes || word count: 5,414 || warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety, mentions of insomnia, mentions of suicidal/dark thoughts, mentions of surgery/side effects of surgery (seizures/medications), smut, sex, threesome (m/m/f), polyandry/polyamory || challenge: @jbbarnesnnoble mental health awareness month writing challenge - “the warmth of the sun fell over you like a blanket in the middle of winter.”

author’s note: this was such a great challenge, but please heed the warnings! we’re dealing with some sensitive issues in this one. I hope you guys like, and I also hope that I’ve handled this correctly! this is my first time writing a disabled reader. let me know what you think please :) and thank you all so much for all of the love since I've been back from my little hiatus! major inspiration from this post. I’m also getting used to a new laptop, so if there’s any weirdness in this post that’s why, lmaooo. okay, I'm done talking, enjoy!

The room is shrouded in darkness - but not that you’d notice anyway. Your body is covered by the thick duvet thrown over the bed, your face buried in your hands. A splitting headache forces your eyes closed, but you’re used to them. The headaches. They started a few years ago, out of nowhere - you just thought it was stress, or, maybe not getting enough sleep at night. You didn’t pay them any attention at first.

They got worse. They got to the point where you couldn’t get out of bed. Your vision would get blurry. Steve suggested a doctor - you said no, it’s just a migraine. You’d be fine. He insisted after a few more months went by, and your headaches got worse, your vision worse.

You still remember it like it was yesterday. You sat there, stunned into silence. Your whole body numb. Steve grabbed your left hand, Bucky your right, as the room started to spin - the doctor's voice fading away as she spoke. Brain tumor. It was so large now that it was pressing on your optic nerves, making you slowly go blind. Within months, purples and greens and blues and pinks were all replaced by nothing. Not even black - it was just nothing.

The last clear thing you remember seeing were the tears in Steve’s eyes and Bucky’s metal arm thrown over your hip as he held you tight. You had to squint to make everything out, but Steve’s eyes were shiny - cloudy - as the emotion trickled down his cheeks. You wiped them away slowly with your thumb as you tried to etch his face in your mind so you’d never forget it. You wanted each line, each crinkle, each little freckle to be ingrained in you. You’d already spent hours staring at Bucky, doing the same.

You made them smile - soft ones, toothy ones, lopsided ones, just so you could remember them. Both men obliged, although Steve clearly couldn’t stuff his grief and anger down as well as Bucky could. Bucky was angry with him at first - telling him to stay strong for you. Surgery wasn’t going to be easy, mentally, emotionally, physically - they needed to stay strong for you. You told him not to be so hard on Steve. You were all dealing with the death - of the person you were, your relationship as it was - he was allowed to grieve.

You woke up from the surgery a few days later, tumor free, but almost completely blind.

Everything was just different from that point on. The medication after the surgery did a number on you. The steroids made you irrationally angry and agitated. Insomnia kicked in, you couldn’t sleep for days on end, so they prescribed you a sleeping aid. You couldn’t tell if it were day or night, so on top of the insomnia, your circadian rhythm was fucked - more medication. Your balance was off, you were confused more times than you weren’t, you had a seizure or two - bad ones.

That’s when the depression seeped in. You missed who you used to be. You were fun. You were wild - that’s how you ended up in a relationship with two men in the first place. You had a great laugh. You couldn’t hold your liquor for shit, and you had a great sense of style. You loved everything and everyone and now, you’re just a shell of that person. You end up laying in bed most of the day, days on end, as dark thoughts swarm around you, consuming the last spots of light you have left.

You’re a burden to them, Steve and Bucky. They’ve both had to leave the team, not wanting to be far from you in case something happened. Steve turned his shield over to Sam immediately upon hearing the news. Bucky stayed on for a while longer but wouldn’t leave the country, until even that was too much for him. He’s been home full time for a few weeks now.

The headaches now are from the new crippling anxiety and stress that you live with constantly. You don’t bother to put on anything but old t-shirts and sweats because, what’s the point? You can’t even remember what your favorite clothes look like. One afternoon, in a fit of rage, you pulled every article of clothing from the hanger and made Bucky tell you what color it was before you threw it away. You could only imagine him standing there, his hands on his hips, his head down, his voice low as he rattled them off - red, pink, yellow with white polka dots, navy blue and white stripes.

Between the irrational anger, the headaches, the insomnia, the feeling that your floundering - sinking just below the endless, dark water - you just want to give up. You just want to close your eyes and float away. Make it all end.

You hear the door slide across the carpet as it opens, and then heavy steps before a massive weight presses into the mattress. The duvet starts to shift but you grab it, stopping it from sliding off of your head and groan loudly.

“Bucky,” you whine, “Please don’t.”

He chuckles, “How d’you know it was me?”

His body wash. You used to laugh at the differences between the two of them - like day and night almost; but their juxtaposition is what made them, them. Bucky always went for earthy tones; rich - scents and colors alike. Naturally, his preferred body wash was heavier than Steve’s, distinctly masculine. Steve always liked a hint of sweet.

“Baby,” Bucky’s voice is soft and airy, “You gotta get up.” You don’t respond. You draw your knees into your chest as you feel him shift behind you, “Come on baby. We have a surprise for you.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

You can sense the smile on his face. He shifts again and suddenly you feel those metal digits slide up your spine. Slowly, slowly, slowly, they creep along your back and up to the back of your neck where he scratches at your hairline. You hate how short it is, your hair. You were natural before, took the utmost care of it. Steve helped you shave it off before surgery. Now, between the medication making it brittle and quite frankly, the lack of care you have, Steve helps you keep it short.

You let out a breath as Bucky’s large hand sweeps over your head, cupping it underneath the duvet before his digits find your ear to pull gently, playfully on the lobe, “Please? For me?”

You sigh. You let him pull the duvet away from your face. You start to blink quickly; jump slightly when you suddenly feel his lips on your cheek. You’re still not used to it yet, your senses aren’t - they’re getting stronger, you just have to trust them. You can hear your therapist's words like she’s sitting in the room with you. You relax though, when his cheek rubs against yours as he wraps your body up in a tight hug. You even smile a little as he kisses down your neck and along your shoulder as he rubs your hip.

You reach for him, finding his chin with your fingers. The short hair that grows along the bottom half of his face is prickly - sharp. You walk your fingers along his jawline and cup his cheek as he moans into the crook of your neck.

“Where’s Steve?” You ask softly.

“Packing up the car.”

You roll slightly onto your back, blinking at the nothingness as your fingers still move along Bucky’s face. You raise your second hand, sliding it along his left cheek, feeling him. You push your fingers over his lips, tracing them as you try and figure out what he’s feeling. Your hands move upward, over his nose, up to his eyes where you feel the crinkles on either side of them. He’s smiling; it’s a big one.

“Steve is really excited.” He says.

You picture an excited Steve. The light that fills his brilliant, blue eyes, the whiteness of his toothy grin. God, you miss his face, “Where are we going?” You ask after a moment.

There’s another kiss pressed to your cheek before he sits up, gently pulling your arms with him, “That’s the surprise.”

You let him pull you up to your feet. There’s footsteps again, coming down the hall, “Buck,” Steve says.

“She’s up.”

You turn your head in the direction of the door, dropping your chin to your shoulder, listening as the steps draw nearer. You close your eyes again and let another small smile spread on your lips when you feel soft fingers, Steve’s fingers, start to massage your shoulders. He kisses the back of your head and then your temple.

“Feelin’ better?” He whispers.

“Not really,” you answer honestly. You’ve never lied to them, there’s no use in starting now.

Silence drops over the room. You’re sure that they’re exchanging a quiet conversation, their eyes bouncing back and forth between each other, “Guys?”

“Still here,” Bucky answers, “Hands up, let’s get you dressed.”

You oblige, lifting your arms over your head as he pulls his old t-shirt away from your body, “I can dress myself.”

“Just let us help you.” Steve says gently, his hands slipping into the sides of your sweats to push them down your legs, “You know we’ve always liked pampering you.”

That they have. It’s been a long time since you’ve let them. Their hands feel familiar but yet different - you weren’t really paying attention to the feel of them before. Now that it��s all you have, the feel, you notice the difference between the two of them. Steve’s hands are a little softer than Bucky’s, but he hasn’t worked in over a year, that’s what you suppose anyway. Punching people and gripping various guns and knives are killer on the hands.

Once you’re stripped naked, Bucky places your arms back by your sides. You feel Bucky’s hands (his are calloused still) on yours within seconds, then, a slick material against your fingers.

You squint, “Is that a bathing suit?”

“It is. Your favorite one. Remember what it looks like?”

“The blue one?”

“With the polka dots.” He presses it into your palm, letting you feel it, “The strapless one, that sinches in the middle of your chest.”

You smile a little as you run your fingers over it. The stomach is cut out, the waist high. You liked it because it made your ass and your boobs look incredible, “I love this one.”

He kneels in front of you, grabbing your hand and placing it on his shoulder as Steve places his hands on your hips - steadying you, in more ways than one. Bucky lifts your left leg by your ankle and helps you step into your bathing suit, then moves to the right foot, sliding the soft material up your legs. Once his hands reach your waist, Steve takes over, grabbing the suit and pulling it up the rest of the way, up over your chest. He kisses your neck as you adjust the top over your breasts.

“Thank you.” You offer gently.

Steve pushes your hands above your head again and slips something soft down your arms and over your head. Bucky grabs it and pulls it down your body, adjusting it slightly as you place your hands on your chest - feeling it. It’s a cover up, the white one you think; the one you got on your vacation in Maui. It has a stain on it. Steve knocked over the bottle of red wine the three of you were enjoying as the two of you danced on the patio of your ocean front room, Bucky watching you with a small, happy smile on his face.

“I like this one,” you say more to yourself than to them, “It makes my legs look long.”

“Your legs are long.” Steve chuckles, “Come on, shoes now.”

Once you're fully dressed, Steve takes your hand, starting to guide you towards the door. You slip out of his grasp, taking a breath, “I can do it.”

It’s thirty seven steps from here to the kitchen. That’s when you make a right and take fifteen more steps to make it to the garage door. From there, it’s five steps to the car, unless it’s backed out into the driveway - then it's between twenty two and twenty seven steps, depending on just where it’s parked. You’re getting the hang of things, no matter how much you hate it.

You feel them hovering behind you as you walk but they both respect your boundaries, letting you navigate the house without intervention. You slide your hands along the side of the car to the door handle and pull, the old door creaking just a little. Bucky isn’t much of a car guy, but Steve? This 1967 Chevy Impala was the only thing he and Tony could talk about without fighting. Steve gushed over it every time the three of you had dinner with Tony and Pepper. Then, one day, it was parked in front of the house with a simple note from Tony shoved underneath the windshield wipers - Capsicle, much like your face, I can’t stand to look at this any longer. Enjoy.

You slide into the seat and within seconds feel their thick bodies enveloping you, squeezing you between the two of them. The seat rumbles against your back as the car comes to life, the engine and mufflers loud as… you lift your hand to the shoulder on your left and run it the length of his arm, down to his wrist, gripping slightly as you go. It’s Steve, his arms are just a tad longer than Bucky’s you’re coming to find; more vascular.

You squint as the car backs down the driveway and the sun hits your face. You lift your hand, blocking the rays as you start to fumble around in front of you. You’re surprised at how sensitive your eyes have become to the UV rays. There’s a hand on yours, then your glasses pressed into your palm, the fingers not pulling away until you unfold them and slip them onto your face.

“Good?” Bucky asks.

You nod, “Good.”

The windows are down, the warm breeze whipping around you, caressing your skin. The radio is turned up - Dreams by Fleetwood Mac - as you drive. Bucky hums softly, his metal fingers linking with yours, his lips pressing against your temple every now and again. Steve taps along to the beat with his fingers against your bare, exposed knee before he squeezes it gently. You smile as you start to relax, Steve’s words coming back to you. Just let us help you. You know we’ve always liked pampering you.

You drive for a while, over an hour maybe. Then, the car slows as you turn and stays slow, creeping almost, like Steve’s looking for something. The car turns again and comes to a stop a second or two later. The engine dies, the two buff bodies shift away from you as the doors pop open. There’s a tap on your right shoulder. You reach out and feel on the forearm until you find a hand, Bucky, before he grabs tightly and helps you out.

“I’m gonna help you, okay?” His voice is soft as he rubs his chin against your shoulder.

“Okay.” You answer. You turn your head to your left and blink quickly, anxiety starting to rush through your veins from the unfamiliarity of your surroundings, “Steve?”

“Right here, baby.” His voice is soft too. You feel his fingertips brush along the inside of your left wrist, just to assure you he’s close, “You’re okay. I had to get the bags.”

Bucky slips his arm around your waist and keeps your hand in his as he guides you. You count each step. Bucky narrates every move - that you are in a garage, just about to enter a house. You’re in a small hallway, seven steps before a left turn, then you’re in the kitchen. There’s an island to your left, a kitchen table with four chairs on your right and if you keep walking straight, you’re in the living room. He lets you feel your way, reaching out to touch the walls, the backs of the chairs, the island, as he talks.

You stop when Bucky stops, and then hear something slide open before the sounds of water crashing fills your ears. You’re back outside, the warmth of the sun falling over you like a blanket in the middle of winter. A hand slips down your calf and wraps around your ankle before your foot is lifted and your shoe removed. A broad smile covers your face. You haven’t been to the beach since the diagnosis.

You take a step forward once you’re barefoot, one of them grabbing your wrist quickly, “There’s steps, babe.” Bucky says.

“How many?”

“Six.” Steve answers, “Here let me-”

“I got it.” You say dancing your fingers over the railing and taking small, cautious steps until you feel the first step, “I got it.”

They’re hovering again. You can’t see it, but Steve has both hands extending out on either side of you, ready to catch you if you stumble. Bucky jumps the railing entirely, landing softly in the sand and rushes to the bottom step, his eyes on you as you move down them slowly. When you step into the hot sand, your smile grows - if that’s even possible. You wiggle your toes as the grains slip between them and the waves continue to crash not far from where you stand.

Steve and Bucky keep their small distance from you as you walk towards the ocean’s edge, knowing you're close when the sand changes from loose and dry to stiff and wet. The water washes up over your feet, the smell of salt fills your nostrils, the random calls of seagulls both near and far ring in your ears. You grab the hem of your cover up and pull it over your head, discarding it onto the ground without a care as you move deeper into the water - a new purpose, new life flowing through your veins.

You don’t feel them hovering anymore. You guess they’ve both stopped at the water’s edge, soft smiles on their faces as they watch a wave crash into you, making you stumble. You laugh, loud and carefree, as you fall on your butt, the strength of the water pushing you around slightly. You don’t know it, but Bucky’s smile widens and Steve’s chin trembles as they watch you find a meaning again.

Tilting your head to the sky, you run your wet hands over your head before you wrap them around your legs, bringing them into your chest. You let the sun beat down on you. You let the water wash over you. You let the tears come. You let them slide down your cheeks and fall into the water. You let the ocean carry all of your tears, sadness, anxiety, and depression away from you and out into the abyss. You don’t want it back.

You lay out underneath the sun for hours, making peace with yourself, becoming one with the sand, water, and sun. Steve and Bucky keep a watchful eye until you call for them. Then, and only then do they approach, hands and fingers and lips all over your damp skin. They lay with you, staring up into the sky and calling out the shapes of the clouds. They play with you, splashing water in your face and pinching and tickling your sides as the three of you laugh loudly. Wildly.

You feel like yourself again.

When the sun sets, and the breeze rolling off of the water turns chilly, making chills run through you and bumps pop up on your skin, the three of you head back inside. Door dash brings you a quick dinner, which you all inhale before heading back into the bedroom to bathe. Bathtubs are rarely big enough for the three of you, but you always make it work - sitting in Bucky’s lap, your back to his chest, Steve at the other end.

Steve shaves your legs slowly, dropping kisses on the inside of your ankle as Bucky massages the shampoo into your short hair. Bucky taps underneath your chin before he pushes his index finger into it softly, tilting your head back. He pours warm water over your hair, sweeping his hand through it to push the suds away. Just let us help you. You know we’ve always liked pampering you.

You stay in the tub with your boys until the water runs cold. You’re wrapped up in a warm, fluffy towel, Bucky rubbing his hands up and down your arms trying to warm you up as you shiver and laugh at yourself. A song starts to play from somewhere in the house, slightly muffled as the sound passes through the walls and down the halls. Dream A Little Dream Of Me. The duet between Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were long replaced by Captain America and The Winter Soldier by the time this version came out, but they love it all the same. It reminds them of home, they tell you.

You’re suddenly crushed against one of them - Steve. You know this because you run your hands along his chest to his shoulder, not feeling the jagged, deep scar where Bucky’s flesh meets metal. He grabs your small hand and places it to his chest as he sways with you, back and forth, turning in slow circles as Louis croons.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear

Still craving your kiss

I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear

Just saying this

Steve spins you away from him and Bucky finds you, wrapping you up in his arms - an arm slung around your waist, fingers spread against your naked back as he holds your hand. You melt into him, humming softly as your toes brush against his, the soft sounds of your feet pushing along the hardwood floor beneath you adding a natural soundtrack.

Steve’s hands find your shoulders from behind. He presses his thumbs into your flesh as he squeezes and rubs slowly, his lips peppering your jaw and down your neck, “You’re so tense, baby.” He whispers.

“Depression will do that to you,” you chuckle, your new humor darker than what either one of them are used to. You feel them both stiffen at your words, hear a sad sigh from behind you, “Sorry. It was just a joke.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bucky says, “We want to know what you're feeling, good, bad or indifferent. You don’t have to joke with us.”

You take a breath. You rest your head on his chest and start to chew on your bottom lip, “I know.” Your voice is small.

Defense mechanism.

You fight the urge to cry. Your eyes start to water, your skin starts to flush with heat, your jaw gets tight. Steve grabs the back of your neck gently as he kisses your shoulder blade gently, just wanting you to feel him. Bucky keeps dancing with you as the tears start to fall, cupping the back of your head in his large hand as he pushes his lips to your forehead.

What is it your therapist says? You aren’t in this alone, or something like that. You never believed her, or those words - until right now. Right in this moment. It’s been a year of self imposed loneliness. Dark thoughts accompanied by even darker impulsions of wanting to slip underneath the water and never resurface. Fear and anxiety telling you that you need to push away - they’ll both leave you one day for a resemblance of normalcy again.

They haven’t.

They won’t.

The days have turned into weeks, have turned into months - and here they are. Slow dancing with you in the moonlight as Ella Fitzgerald plays through the walls. Bucky wipes at your cheek with his thumb, pushing the emotion away. He nuzzles his cheek against yours as you reach up and scratch at the nape of his neck to calm yourself, “We aren’t going anywhere, doll.” He whispers.

“We promise.” Steve adds on.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Bucky tilts your head towards his and without a warning, his lips cover yours. Soft. Commanding. His velvet tongue massaging yours as Steve bites down on your shoulder.

The sheets of the bed are soon mangled and twisted, pillows cast to the floor as you writhe beneath Bucky’s heavy body. Your leg is thrown over his hip, your fingernails dig into his thick flesh, the tips of his long, soft, dark hair brushing over your face. You have your other arm draped over his neck as his hips push into yours, driving himself deeper and deeper into you. Your mouth hangs, as does his - lips brushing against each other, hot breath washing over each other's skin as you push your foreheads together.

Steve waits patiently, although his fingers dance over your breasts, his palms brushing over your nipples before he palms your skin. He squeezes and gropes before he sends his hand down your stomach and to your clit to rub gentle circles against it as Bucky pummels you. He’s on his side, his nose and forehead pressed against the side of your face, his bottom lip between his teeth before he nips at your jaw and chin.

He tears your hand away from Bucky’s body to grab his hard length, dragging your palm with his, down his shaft. He’s so warm. His tip wet from his arousal.

It’s been a long while since the three of you have made love. It’s been a long while since you’ve felt beautiful enough too. You hadn’t realized how much of your self esteem was wrapped up in your hair until you had to shave it off. You also weren’t sure if you’d like it the way you used to - handle it with the same confidence you once had. Not being able to see them - see their hard muscles and their strained faces while in the throws of passion. That’s what turned you on.

Not anymore.

It’s the way you can tell them apart without having to see them. It’s the feel of their bodies now, not the sight of them. How rough and dominant Bucky’s hips are in your darkness, how sweet and loving Steve’s touch is. Their sounds; both deep and desperate for you. How the sounds vibrate against your ear drums and skin, moving through you - the illicit response your body has to them - the sounds.

You slam your head back into the pillow as Bucky pulls out of you. You pant and moan as you arch your back from the mattress as they shift around. Steve’s lips, you know their Steve’s because they’re rushed; always rushing, rushing, rushing like he’s still a man running out of time, push against your stomach, light kisses moving down to your sex. He bends your legs back, your feet dangling by his ears as he nibbles on the inside of your thigh.

Bucky grabs your hand just as Steve pushes his nose through your folds and sucks you into his mouth. Bucky moves your hand down his hard stomach to his pulsing hips. You wrap your hand around his warmth and feel him pump up into it, a little grunt falling from his lips at the same time.

Steve hums as his tongue swirls around you, flicking and lapping at you as his index and middle fingers push into your cunt. You buck your hips into his face, using all of him, his chin, his lips, his nose to cop a feel as he sucks on you. He releases your flesh with a loud smack - then drags his wet mouth the length of your thigh, up to your knee, and along your calf as he sits up on his knees. He extends your leg, resting it against his chest and shoulder as he sucks your manicured toes into his mouth, his large hand caressing your calf.

Bucky growls as he sucks your taut nipple into his mouth and wraps his metal fingers around your throat. He then kisses your mouth, hard and desperate, moaning into you as he continues to push his hips into your warm hand and against your side. He squeezes, gently, slowly, causing you to gasp just as Steve pushes into your wet, slick, swollen cunt.

You groan into Bucky’s hot mouth as Steve starts to move. His thrusts are softer, gentler than Bucky’s - always have been. He keeps your leg curled over his shoulder, his lips peppering kisses along your ankle and calf, his other hand and fingers gripping your thigh. The cool metal of Bucky’s fingers skip over your hot skin, down between your breasts and to your stomach before he flattens his palm against you, pushing down to add some pressure.

Bucky bites your bottom lip, pulling softly before he lets go. He nuzzles back into the side of your face, the stubble on his cheek cutting across your skin. He wraps his hand around yours that still pumps his cock and glides it slowly up and down, up and down, up and down as he moans into your ear; heavy, hot breath caressing your neck and the side of your face.

Steve hits a spot; your toes curl. Your hips jerk - your muscles tense. Fingers begin to massage your clit, slow, slow, slow circles to draw out the sensation. Teeth nibble at your ear lobe. Fingers glance across your skin. Mouths and lips take turns on yours. Steve drives his hips harder and faster - pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling. Bucky breaths fire laced words, provoking you, prodding you, coercing you to just let it all go…

You shatter. It consumes every bit of you. Physically. Emotionally. Their hands and fingers are everywhere, gripping, pinching, holding as you come. Steve pulls out of you - he always liked to watch you come, how your sticky, swollen sex convulses with each contraction from your orgasm, your clit jumping. He pushes his fingers back through your folds as he pushes his cock inside of you again, also loving the squeeze.

You feel hot, quick bursts of silk, over and over, splash against your stomach. Bucky groans with each, right up against your ear, the sound vibrating through your entire body.

Heat then blooms inside of you - Steve. Your muscles constrict around him, pulling each warm, thick ribbon of cum from him, coating your walls. He pushes deep and grabs your hand, placing it right in the middle of his chest so you can feel his muscles tense and flex as he comes. Feel the soft rumble of the grunts that vibrate through his chest. Feel his heart.

He collapses beside you, your body bouncing against the mattress as his weight pushes against it. The three of you are nothing but heavy breaths and balmy skin. Eyelashes resting against your cheeks as your eyes close with the recession of your lust. A head rests on your chest. You lift your hand and slip your fingers through the tresses, finding them short and kind of wispy - Steve.

Metal fingers curl within yours, a sturdy leg thrown over your thighs. A hand splays across your chest. Lips connect with your shoulders and jaw - fingers massage and scratch at your scalp softly. It’s all a blur. The haze won’t let your brain try and figure out who is who; but maybe that’s the point. Maybe it’s what you need. You don’t need to know. You can let go some of the control that you’ve been so desperately searching for.

You inhale deeply; and let out the breath you’ve been holding for over a year.

Your delicate fingers are lifted and pressed against hot lips - each digit receiving a kiss before being placed on a chest. The thump thump thump of a heart beat drums against them. You let out another breath as you nuzzle into their heavy bodies, soft I love you’s passing back and forth. There’s a faint skip of the record player down the hall. The soft whoosh of the breeze playing with the open curtains that cover the windows. Three bodies huddled in the center of the bed; just breathing.

In and out.

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pansyslut · 4 years

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hii! omg um i really love yellow & im gonna binge ur masterlist after this but while im at it, i wanna request a fluff smut? smut smut? up to u where draco likes to cockwarming bcs i think i hvnt read abt this. totally okay if u wont take my request tho😙 thankss

office visit

draco x reader

master list

warnings: smut (thigh riding, cock warming, spanking, slight degration and praise, public sex but not really because no one ever walks in on them but he’s on his phone during... things)

a/n: i totally forgot you said fluffy and just kept going so... sorry:/ but if you want me to make another cockwarming fluffy smut i would not be complaining lmaooo

you had lost count of the times you had sat on dracos lap and ended up on his cock unable to move. sometimes you would get needy or bored and go visit him in his office building or work desk at your house.

you had the day off from work and decided to bring draco lunch. it wasn’t unusual for you to visit him and no one would expect anything. and in all honesty you weren’t planning to end up like this.

you were currently sitting on his cock while he held your hips tightly, forcing you still. “draco” you whined. he gave you a disapproving look as if this was only your fault.

he has extra work today so you offered to feed him. you accidentally dropped food on his lap and while trying to clean it up he yanked you onto him. after straddling his lap for a few minutes, you had grown needy and started slowly swiveling your hips. instead of giving you what you wanted- and giving you what he obviously wanted, he positioned you on one thigh and pushed your hips back and forth.

you were now riding his thigh backwards and forwards at a stead pace. with one hand on your ass and the other on his desk with his eyes trained on the work in front of him.

with your head shoved in his neck and kissing up and down he grabs your hips to a halt. before you were able to protest, the phone started ringing. “mr franklin. sir, how are you?” he said, while pulling down his zipper and briefs, letting his cock free.

seizing your hips again he placed you atop of his member and rubs your clit in circles with his middle finger. starting to jump up and down, he loops his arm around your waist holding you tightly against him.

letting out a whine, he sends you a stern look while he continues to talk on the phone. “yes sir, the shipment should be arriving any hour now.” still rubbing your clit, you start to grind on his cock and hand but stop as he sends a slap to your ass.

with him now gripping it firmly, you start lapping his neck with your tongue and kissing softly, taking his lobe in between your teeth. “yes sir, i have no doubt”

“yes sir, i have no doubt” you said in an annoying mocking voice. you caught a glimpse of his face and he looks beyond furious.

taking you roughly off his lap and letting go of the phone, putting it between his ear and shoulder, he stands both of you up. spinning you around, he bends you over to where you are now half way on the desk with your ass pressed up against him. trying to bounce against him again, he yanks your hair roughly in warning.

“i’ll see you soon, mr franklin. tell francine i said hello, will you?” he said with his work voice, sounding unaffected. hanging up the phone, he sends a harder slap to your ass and pulls both of you down. once again, both of you sit in his office chair with you in his lap.

“you couldn’t be a good girl, could you? you had to be a needy slut who couldn’t wait.” pulling you back down on his cock he grabbed ahold on your throat lightly. “now you are going to sit here like a good girl. you are going to sit here as long as i want and if you move you will be punished. i will decide wether you can come later on. from the way you’re behaving now, that doesn’t seem likely.”

and he did exactly that. you sat on top of him for over an hour as he finished work. sending slaps to your ass every now and then or kissing you, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“see? it wasn’t so hard was it?”

“i told you you could be a good girl”

“look at my sweet baby doing what i say. maybe i’ll reward her”

he never ended up letting you come. but you knew he would make it up to you multiple times later tonight.

#draco fluff #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #harry potter #draco smut #hp smut #dm stories #harry potter smut #smut

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daddywright · 3 years

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it never rains (but it pours) for the wip ask meme!

'it never rains (but it pours)'...that's my massive, apollo-centric sequel to 'pressure (pushing down on me)'. it is gonna be so long but i haven't even finished DD so it's very much a WIP lmaooo

I have quite a bit written for it, but just for you, as a snippet--here's the first page of chapter one <3

2020

“DADDY! PHONE CALL!”

His head snaps up from his crossword like a fish on a line. “How’s it sound?”

A beat, and he swallows a grin as her chirpy voice spills confidently through the open frame of his office door.

"Wright & Co. Law, how can we help you today? ...Uh huh. Yes!...Um..."

Her voice twists with doubt and he drops the crossword, sensing a need for back-up. "Need help, baby?"

"Just one second, please!" she says brightly, and throws her voice through the air. "Daddy! Code yellow!"

Translation: I don't know what this adult person means, I am only eleven, Daddy. He harrumphs, clambering to his feet. "So it's a real person, huh?"

“Yes! He seems nice! And the numbers you told me to look for are the same as our number at home!”

City area code. Good sign. “Not selling anything?”

“He’s calling to ask about something he emailed us!”

Phoenix feels his face blanch. He hasn’t checked his business email since March. “Chances?” he asks, striding into the back room.

“Good, I think!” she reports, lifting the phone with a giggle. “Just answer it, silly.”

“Hand it over, scamp,” he says, swiping it from her with one hand and ruffling her hair with the other. She clicks her tongue in a familiar, albeit less prissy impression of a certain someone, propping her head on an elbow as he lifts the phone to his ear.

“Wright & Co. Law Offices, this is Phoenix Wright speaking.”

“...ohmygosh,” he thinks he hears on the other end, and clears his throat.

“Hello?”

“Hello!” the voice says, with sudden volume. It’s a young voice, he realizes, maybe a teenager’s. His hope for a client lists like a flag in the low wind. Not that a kid’s never handed me a case before.

“Hi! Um. I’m calling to follow up on an email that I sent a few weeks back? I sent it to the one listed on your website?”

Phoenix winces. One of Maya’s ideas, and while a good one, he hasn’t updated it for the better part of a decade. “Yeah? Sorry about that, we’ve been having, um...some server problems. Are you calling for legal advice, or to secure representation?”

“Oh! Um, no.” He lifts his thumb and swings it down in Trucy’s direction, tongue poking out of his mouth, and she blows a raspberry in solidarity. “I was actually calling about, um— theThemisStudentInternshipandwaswonderingifyouwerehadanyspotsavailable.”

“The what.”

The young voice on the other end of the line sucks in a breath. “ARE YOU TAKING INTERNS RIGHT NOW?!”

Phoenix recoils, cringing away from the phone, and Trucy whistles long and loud. “Wow,” she says, eyes dazzled.

#ask game #my fic #my wips #ghost-of-an-italian-partisan #ace attorney #dadwright #trucy wright #apollo justice

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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so, i have come with an idea that came from watching the deleted scenes from dazed and confused. slater has stated that “it’s about quality, not quantity”. and when i tell you my mind had a field day with that🥵🥵whew! the man totally fucks and knows how to make it amazing, i just know it! - ❤️

AHHH OMFG THAT LINE. It invokes so many thots within me. So many, holy shit. And here you are, blessing me with a chance to play out these thots of mine. I love you so so so so so so much, angel.

Let's take this a step further shall we? How about Slater... deflowering a virgin... Mhm. I'm going there. Same reader/you from the last Ron Slater ask, btw. This should be fun af.

LIFE EDIT: This is kind of an alternate take. Kind of a what if Ron x you blew off the party at the moon tower and went back to have a little fun at his place all fucking night instead... So. yeahhh.

Warnings:

Sexual content ; oral sex, male giving... If you're not 18+ this post ain't for you, keep it moving, kiddos. If you choose to stay after this warning, that's your choice.

TAGGING:

@chasingeverybreakingwave - bc Ron fucking Slater, bb. And I love you and I wanted you to see this, lmaooo. I may be one step closer to caving in and doing 'the thing'.

@twistnet - Bc I love you and our talks ahh.. inspired this.

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Ron Slater & first time;

Things were getting a little heated. The tension between you two couldn't get any thicker if you tried to make it so. His hands were literally all over you. You had two hickies already and there was absolutely no way you were hiding either of them later and you fucking loved it...

The discussion in Pickford's car turned to sex for whatever reason and Dawson, as per usual, was being a dick. When Ron popped off at Dawson about preferring quality over quantity, it had you conflicted because see... You were still a virgin. So you figured that given you knew for a fact that Ron wasn't, this alone would rule you out.

And the way it kind of invaded your brain and got to you, that had you a little nervous. Had you bitten off more than you could chew? What if things went further and you were really bad in bed? And then, another thought... a bigger one, might I add, that hit you with the force of a speeding car at a brick wall...

,, Wait a minute... I'm actually thinking about sex with him. No, I've made up my mind. I want him. If I'm gonna do this, it's gonna be with him. Nobody else." the thought took over. You were so caught up in the realization that yes, you absolutely wanted to give up your virginity to Ron Slater that you failed to miss when he nudged you and asked you if you agreed. But as soon as you realized, you decided you better just get the truth out there and do it now.

"I wouldn't know actually, kind of still a virgin." you answered, shrugging it off because in the grand scheme of things, it really didn't matter at all.

When Dawson nearly choked on his beer and Ron swallowed hard, fixing his eyes on you as he bit his lip and seemed to get lost in his own thoughts for a few seconds, you cleared your throat, speaking up to provide your own input, "But if I were picking a side here, yeah. I'd have to say I'd want quality over quantity. Nobody wants it to last all night when the guy doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, right?" you gave Dawson a pointed smirk as you said it, almost mocking him for his earlier statement about Ron and not being past the sniffing butts stage when it came to the ladies.

Dawson mimicked you before turning to face the front of the car again and once he had turned his back, you flipped him off.

Beside you, Ron was staring. You could feel his eyes as they fixed on you. Looking you up and down. Almost as if he were puzzled by what you'd admitted.

"A virgin, sweetheart?" Ron's breath was warm against your ear. A shiver passed through your body and you bit down on your lip as his hand settled on your bare thigh. Squeezing. Moving slowly up the insides and making you barely able to stop a whimper. You locked eyes with him and nodded, swallowing hard as you did so. Leaning in to whisper quietly, "It's not like it's a bad thing."

"Oh, it definitely ain't." Ron answered. His hand crept just a little higher. His breath caught in his throat and under the glow of a passing streetlamp shining through the back glass as the car passed beneath it, you could see the way his pupils were darkened. The way he licked his lips as he continued to fuck you with his eyes.

,, okay, since he's not weirded out..." your brain chimed in. And before you could stop yourself, you were whispering against the shell of his ear again, "But.. I'm looking to change that." as your hand drifted down, settling over the way he strained at his jeans already. He shifted around as covertly as possible, bucking himself against your hand. He panted against your ear in response, "You are, huh? Thinkin about anybody in particular, sweetheart? Because I know a guy..." he pulled away, tongue dragging slowly over his lips. Your breath caught in your throat because as he did this, his hand crept up the insides of your thighs even higher and settled palm down against soaked fabric. Squeezing your throbbing sex and almost making you moan as you rocked against his hand clumsily.

"You do, hm? What if I said you were the one I had in mind?" you ghosted your palm over the way his cock twitched, straining even tighter against his jeans.

He bit back a moan, just barely. Bucked himself upward against your moving hand. Managing to pant against the shell of your ear a frenzied warning. "When I get you alone, sweetheart... Fuck." as the movement of your palm over the bulge sped up clumsily.

"Stop the car, man!" Ron practically yelled it out at Pickford and Pickford slammed on the brakes next to a little yellow house. Very cookie cutter. Once the car was stopped, Ron was punching the back of Dawson's seat. "Lemme out, man. I, uh.. I forgot somethin in my room earlier. You wanna come in with me, princess?" he gazed back at you and you nodded. Your panties flooding all over again as the slick pooled and coated the insides of your thighs. Dawson got out to let Ron out and Ron leaned back into the car, scooping you out. Taking off at a laughing run towards the side of the house.

Putting your back against the side of the house as he stopped next to a window. His hands all over you and your legs circling his waist as his mouth dove against yours. Slowly. Deliberately. Kisses so deep that you almost forgot where you ended and he began, let alone remembering to breathe properly. Just when you were starting to get lightheaded, he broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at you.

The hunger in his eyes was something you'd never seen before. Ever. He bit his lip and nodded to the window. "I'm gonna have t' put you through my window, darlin. Don't wanna hear my ma bitchin..."

You nodded. Taking a shaky and deep breath. Your heart was racing. Your stomach was flipping and flopping lazily. You laughed softly, grabbing him by the chin and pulling his mouth back against yours. "Don't you want me, baby?"

"Fuck yeah." he chuckled into the kiss. After a few seconds, the two of you managed to tumble through his open bedroom window and the second you had, all bets were off. His hands were tugging your shirt up over your head and then they were all over you and you were trying to pull off his shirt as your back hit the mattress and he followed your body down. Propping on an elbow as he settled on his side beside you in the bed, staring down at you. In awe. Open adoration and desire.

"We're not makin it to the party tonight, darlin." and you whimpered at his words, taking a few deep breaths. "That's fine with me."

"I just really wanna take my time with you." he mumbled as he positioned himself between your legs, capturing both of your hands above your head in one of his own, his mouth crashing against yours, straying from it to ghost down your neck. Teeth scraping against skin. Tugging. Leaving little bites behind as he muttered huskily against it, "Fuck." and rocked himself right into you.

You raised one of your hands, shakily going for the button on his jeans and he rose up, slipping off the bed. Letting his jeans pool at his ankles. Giving his thick cock a pump or two as he stared down at you hungrily. Licking his lips real slow as he sank down. Working his way up your body, his hand disappearing between the two of you so he could work the buttons on your cut offs free. Tugging them down slowly, a smile playing at his lips when you came alive beneath him because the way he was touching you was all new and completely overwhelming to you. And he absolutely loved that thought.

He went for your bra next and by instinct, you threw your arms up. An attempt to cover yourself. He shook his head, reaching up to lower your arms. A throaty growl escaping his mouth as it dove against yours and his hands moved down to your hips. Hooking in the thin bands of your underwear. Working those down your lower body and marveling at how wet you were for him already. He raised your legs up to his shoulder and locked eyes with you.

"You're so fuckin pretty, angel. So fuckin pretty." his breath tickled your skin as his mouth worked up your leg. That thick tongue making you grip the blanket on his bed before he was even anywhere close to where you wanted him most. As soon as his eyes settled on your slickened thighs, he gazed up at you. Eyes filled with lust. When his tongue dragged over the inside of your thigh and you felt him stop.. sink his teeth into your skin to leave another mark behind, you reached down, fingers tangling in long dark hair. Trying to guide his mouth.

One of his hands settled on your hip and he rolled his tongue over your dripping center. Sucking in a breath and then exhaling. The way it felt cool against your skin had goosebumps forming over your body and he muttered lazily against your sex, "Fuck you're so wet. So fuckin wet. Kinda makes me wanna stay buried down here all night."

"Fuck." you moaned out, back arching away from the mattress as his tongue and fingers slipped into your tight hole, stretching you out. Getting you ready for everything he planned to do to you tonight.

As his tongue twisted and curled and kept the same pace as his fingers, you moaned. Struggled to breath on more than one occasion. Tried to remember that his mother was in the house and you had to at least try to be quiet.

But something told you that Ron Slater was about to make you staying quiet harder than you'd ever imagine...That tonight was going to be a very long and very fun night.

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youare-mysonshine · 4 years

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ocean eyes || justin foley

Summary: A cute, relaxing evening with you and Justin.

Requested: Yes

Can I request something super fluffy with Justin from 13rw? After that finale I’m still SAD so I don’t wanna think abt it at all lmaooo, it could maybe b like before the tapes? Jus something super fluffy n cutesy.

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Warnings: cussing, underage drinking and drug use, mentions of abuse, pre-season 1, pre-tapes.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Hey guys, I do be back! Shocking, I know lmao i’m just as surprised. So I stopped writing for a while because I just kinda lost motivation. I lost motivation for writing for Oscar and OMB. But expanding my blog has been something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while now, I’ve just been a bit nervous. However, I said fuck it and have decided to write for other fandoms. With t h a t ending for 13 reasons why, I figured we could all use some Justin fluff. Baby boy deserved better. Anyways, this is my first time writing for somebody other than Oscar in a while and my first time writing in a while in general, i’m definitely rusty and lowkey nervous to be posting lmao I hope you guys enjoy this and I hope that this isn’t shitty. And if any of you wanna be tagged in any future work of mine, not just Oscar and OMB, let me know!

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“Jesus Justy, you’re such a lightweight, aren’t you? Do I have to take care of your dumb ass all night?” You looked over at your boyfriend of a few months, cheeks pink, mouth pulled back into an amused grin.

“Shut the fuck up. I am not a lightweight. Besides, look who’s talking. Remember Bryce’s party a few weeks ago? We hadn’t even been there for like 2 hours and your pretty little ass was passed out on the couch.”

You and Justin walked up the narrow stairs that led into the attic, hand in hand. It had been his idea to buy some beer, to smoke some weed and you had been on board with the plan. You had snuck Justin into your room and the both of you had spent the better part of the afternoon drinking the nasty beer, beer provided by Bryce Walker, having chugging competitions to see who could drink the most and fastest. Now, you and the handsome high school athlete found yourselves making your way up to the attic that led to the roof.

“Oh shut up! I was not drunk! That was you.” You laughed, your bright eyes glimmering like two twinkling stars in the night sky. The two of you had worked your way into the attic, shimmied through the window and found yourselves on the roof of your house. You had chosen a comfortable, as comfortable as it could be for the roof, spot and took a seat, patting the spot beside you for Justin to sit down. The chocolate haired teenager did as instructed and sat beside you, your arms touching. He’d since abandoned his fashionable blue and white letterman jacket, the garment laying stagnant on your bed.

A warm evening consumed Evergreen County. The sky was full of vibrant colors such as orange, red and yellow which were slowly being rotted away into a sea of black. You could see the moon just barely beginning to peak out in the sky. It was beginning to look like a beautiful night. Warm and crisp and breezy. Quite frankly, you were a little tipsy. You and Justin. You weren’t stumbling or anything, but it was enough to leave you feeling free and good. You felt good.

Justin held the joint up to his lips and fished a lighter out from his pocket. He hovered the flame by the tip until it began to smolder nicely. He inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds and then removed the joint from his move. Blue eyes as bright as the ocean on a sunny day watched the plumes of white smoke dissipate into thin air, dancing like ink in water until they simply vanished. He handed the joint over to you and then laid back against the roof, staring up at the sky.

“Mhm. Whatever helps you sleep better at night, babe.” Justin smoke, a peaceful smile on his face. The truth was; this was the most peaceful that he’d felt in quite a few days. Being away from home, being away from that toxic environment that sucked the life and energy out of him. He turned his head to look at you; you had followed his lead and laid down beside him, bringing the joint up to your lips. You wrapped your lips around the end of it and inhaled, your eyes closing for a brief few seconds. You’re beautiful, he thought to himself. The familiar stench of weed had invaded his nostrils, as well as yours.

“My parents would fuckin’ kill me if they saw me up here.” You said, laughing a bit breathlessly. You parents were oblivious, in the living room or kitchen, completely unaware that Justin had been in your room the entire afternoon. Completely unaware that you were now on the roof smoking weed with your boyfriend. Though, you supposed that it worked out better for you, because you could feel yourself relaxing even further, ending a good day on an even higher note, no pun intended.

“I get the feeling neither of them would like me if they saw us up here. They’d probably say I was a bad influence on you. And it’s probably true.” He chuckled, taking the joint between his fingers and bringing it up to his lips again. “I’m corrupting you, baby.” He said, cheekily. He looked over at you with that big and bright smile on his face and you were reminded of why you fell for him in the first place; you and Justin went to the same school. Liberty High School. You weren’t necessarily popular but you weren’t a loner either. You had just moved there a few months, shortly before going out with Justin. and you had immediately caught his eye. He’d flirt with you, do things to try and get your attention. But you made him work for it. You wanted him to sweat a little bit, make him realize that you weren’t going to give in to his charms so easily.

But in the end, he won you over. You couldn’t say no to him. You couldn’t say no to that beautiful smile and those bright blue eyes. Now, here you were, months later. You were going out, happy as can be. But, you had soon learned that Justin’s life wasn’t all that he made it out to be. You remembered one evening where he called you, asked if he could go over to your house and spend the night. Usually, you’d say no. You knew that your parents would ground you for life if they found a boy in your room at night. But his voice, he sounded so sad, so broken — you couldn’t say no to him. However, the last thing that you expected to see was your boyfriend sporting a fresh, darkening purple bruise on his cheekbone that cascaded all the way up to his eye. Around his neck were reddening fingerprints, as if someone had strangled him.

You remembered the shock that you felt seeing him in such a state, and naturally, you had thought that you boyfriend had been in a fight. He had been in a fight. With his mom’s boyfriend. All you could do was sit on the bed, hold a pack of ice to his face and listen as he explained to you the horrors that he went through on a daily basis at the hands of his drug addicted mother and her boyfriend. He looked so different than how you knew him. His ocean eyes that were usually so vibrant and full of life, were downcast, gloomy. That was when you realized that there was more to Justin Foley than met the eye. From then on, you told him that whenever things were getting bad at home, he always had a place to stay with you. And it seemed like your relationships had also strengthened, like you two had gotten closer. All you wanted to do was ensure that he was safe, that no harm would come to him. Even if it meant physically stepping in and doing something. Though, you were sure that you would be no match for the coward known as Seth Massey. Still, you would do anything for Justin. Just as you knew he’d do anything for you.

You chuckled softly at his words. “Well then I guess you can be my dirty little secret.” You said to him, scooting so that you were snuggled closer to him. It was then that your smile melted away and was replaced with a look of concern. “How are things with you thought? At home, I mean. You haven’t spoken about it in a little while, and Bryce told me that you stayed with him for a few days last week. Is Seth back?” You were trying your hardest not to pry, the last thing you wanted to do was come off as clingy or noisy, but you couldn’t help it. You cared. Where Justin was laying on his back, the hem of his shirt had rose up slightly on his stomach, leaving a thick sliver of skin expose. Your fingers rested there, absently toying with the thing trail of hair below his belly button. That first inhale was gradually loosening your muscles. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.. I just worry. I mean.. is everything good? Or do I have to kick his ass for you?” You said, only half joking.

Justin smiled, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him. “I would love to see that. I mean, I would pay to see that shit actually.” He chuckled, taking one more drag of the joint before handing it off to you. His fingers drew little random patterns and shaped on your silky skin, his smile dying down. “Yeah, um.. He’s back. I mean, honestly I just figured I’d stay out of his way rather than start anymore fuckin’ problems. The last thing I need is to get into another fuckin’ fight with that dick. So I just stayed with Bryce for a few days.” In all honesty, Seth actually kind of scared Justin. The man was unpredictable. Violent. He’d hurt Justin countless of times, called him so many names that he could probably write a book filled with them. There were times were the blue eyed teen didn’t even want to deal with Seth so he just escaped to Bryce’s pool house where he’d pretend like his home life wasn’t a big pule of shit. Still, he wrestled with his thoughts of guilt at leaving his mom alone with that scum bad. He wrestled with his thought of guilt because he knew that Seth would and could hurt his mother. But countless of times, Amber Foley welcomed Seth back no matter what he’d done to her or him. And countless of times, Justin was left disappointed by his own flesh and blood.

It was why he was determined to keep you out of that. You were probably one of the few good things in his life, besides Bryce and his friends. You were good. You were pure. And the last thing he wanted was to have you tainted by the shit show that was his life. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you at all. Like you deserved someone way better than him. Someone who could give you more than him. If he was being truthful, he never wanted you to find out about his home life. He wanted to keep that part of his life hidden and he wanted you to see what everybody at school saw; the popular jock with lots of friends and lots of girls pining after him. The guy with the seemingly perfect life. Yet, when you discovered that his mom was a drug addict with an extremely abusive boyfriend.. you stayed. You didn’t judge him. You didn’t leave him. You stayed. And Justin considered himself the luckiest person on the planet because he had you.

You frowned. “Justin, babe, why didn’t you tell me? You know that you don’t have to hide shit from me, right? I mean I’m glad you got outta there and stayed with Bryce for a few days but you can come to me too.”

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s whatever. I just I didn’t want to tell you anything and make you worried. I only stayed with Bryce because.. I don’t know, I just didn’t want to feel like I was bugging you or something. And I don’t want you to get in trouble with your folks because of me incase they found out that I stayed here.” He explained. “Don’t worry, okay? Everything is all good, I promise. I’m here with you. How could it not be?” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. His words and his kiss had eased your nerves, even if it was only temporarily. Right now, the two of you were together and everything was good. Neither of you had a care in the world; you were with each other and you were all that mattered.

“You know that you don’t deserve it, right? All that shit from Seth. No matter what he says or does to you.. it’s not your fault and you shouldn’t have to live like that.. I’m serious, Justin. I’m here, don’t forget that. I’m your girlfriend but I’m also your friend.” You said. To show that he’d heard you, Justin gave your arm a loving squeeze. For a few minutes, neither of you said nothing. The both of you just stared up at the darkening sky, passing the joint back and forth until nothing was left. Until your muscles were completely relaxed, until your eyes were half lidded, until the only thing on your mind was how good you felt.

“Do you ever think about leaving this place? Just packing your shit and going? I’ve thought about it. We could go anywhere we want. Away from Seth, from all the high school bullshit, away from everyone. It’d be nice.” You hummed, the air growing cooler as you spoke. “But it looks like we’re stuck here. For now, at least. Graduation seems like forever away.” You broke the silence, though your eyes never left the beautiful sky. Justin, however, turned to look at you. For a few seconds, he just stared at you and took you in — how good your perfume smelled and how it seemed to cling to him. How the fabric of your outfit contrasted beautifully against your skin. How relaxed you looked. You were utterly ethereal.

“I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m at home, listening to my mom and Seth fight. I think about just fucking leaving and never coming back. Forgetting this boring ass little town and just.. getting away from here.” He revealed. “Maybe one day, me and you, we can get outta here together. After graduation. Just pack our shit up and leave.” That was a good thought. Leaving Crestmont with you. Going anywhere in the world that they wanted. But you two were still young, and neither of you knew the giant shit storm that you were about to go through. Neither of you knew the horror that you’d endure. Neither of you knew if you’d even still be together by the time you go to graduation.. or if you even make it to graduation. Still, right now, everything seemed too good and too perfect. Like nothing could tear you down and ruin what you had going on.

You groaned, burying your face in Justin’s shoulder. “Graduation is so far away.” You whined playfully. “Who’s to say that you won’t get tired of me by then?”

“Eh, you’re right. You’re pretty fucking annoying.” Justin said, earning a smack to the chest by you. “I’m kidding!” He laughed. “I mean.. we don’t know what’s gonna happen but I like to think that you and I will still be together by the time we get to graduation. I mean.. I don’t know.. call me sappy or whatever.. I just really like you, Y/N.. And you know about me and my fucked up life and family and you haven’t run for the hills.. yet. I guess I’m pretty fucking lucky to have you and I don’t wanna screw any of this up.”

“Wow.. Justin Foley.. Have you been watching cheesy romance movies?” You teased your boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing softly. “Seriously though.. I really like you too and nothing you do or say is gonna scare me off. Seth isn’t gonna scare me off either. You’re right, we don’t know what’s gonna happen in the future but.. we just gotta take it day by day right.. Together?”

Instead of initially answering you verbally, Justin surged forward and captured your soft lips with his own. The kiss that you shared was slow, relaxed, a symptom of the weed that you two had just shared. But it was more loving than any other kiss you’d experienced before. You sighed in content, easing against him, but Justin reacted by gripping your thigh and moving it so that it was draped over his lap. You did the rest; without breaking the kiss, your mouths and tongues moving in a steady rhythm, you shifted from laying against the tiled roof and positioned yourself on top of him. Your thigh were sturdy on either side of his lips, your butt rested lightly upon his lap. Justin’s hands fell on your hips, holding you secure and steady against him, almost as if wanting to make sure that you wouldn’t disappear.

After a few long, precious moments, you finally pulled away an inch or two. Your face was close to his, your noses barely touching. “Together.” He finally answered.

“You’re stuck with me now, Foley. Sorry about it.” You giggled breathlessly, your eyes shining brightly. Justin never wanted to look away.

“Yeah? Well sorry to say it, but you’re stuck with me too, baby. You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.”

Justin knew his friends, Bryce and all the other jocks, would call him pussy whipped if they could see him now. Hell, they already did every time they saw you and Justin walking down the hallway holding hands or his arm around you.. Justin would soon learn that his biggest downfall would be caring too much of what his friends think.

But for now, he enjoyed the moment of being tangled up with you on the roof of your house with the moon illuminating you both. Nothing else mattered.

#netflix 13 reasons why #13 reasons why x reader #13 reasons why #13rw #justin foley #justin foley x reader #justin foley imagine #justin foley fluff #justin foley angst #hannah baker #clay jensen #zach dempsey #alex standall #jessica davis #tyler down #bryce walker #brandon flynn

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lailarain · 3 years

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Spoilers for TBHK

TW: Mentions of s3xu@l åss@ult/@buse, $uicidə and bl00d

Episode 1:

I just finished episode 1 of Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun(Weird title, I know), and I just have to say...

I love Hanako and Nene and I will protect them both with my life🥰

Episode 2:

WOAH Hanako wyd😳

I kinda ship Hanako and Nene tho lol don't attack me

AYO THERE'S AN EYE UNDER YOUR DESK

Wait did Hanako steal her books or was it that eye thingy🤨

The title spelt faires wrong

OH SHOOT THE SCALES

Wait NO DON'T FALL FOR IT NENE IT'S BAIT

YES MA BOI HANAKO TO THE RESCUE

Wait are Yousei from japanese legend, like yokai or oni?

Okay I DEFINITELY SHIP THESE TWO

Wait why does Hanako look kinda said when she says that

awwww Hanako🥺

Wait what is he talking about who was his friend before

Nene is awesome istg🥺

WAIT WHO IS THE BLONDE DUDE WHY IS HE LOOKING FOR HANAKO NO

"I wish a hot guy who fall out the sky for me that way" girl Hanako is literally RIGHT there

Omfg this orange hair f-boy🤨

Wait WASN'T THAT THE NAME OF HER CRUSH

Hanako just standing there like 😐

WAIT NO LEAVE HANAKO ALONE

He tried to not swear in front of her lol

HOLDUP MA PRECIOUS BABY BOI DID NOT MURDER SOMEONE WTF

HOW DARE HE SAY THAT NO ONE WANTS HANAKO AROUND

Jesus Hanako is so cute lol

I honestly can't tell if hanako is an owo boy or a bruh boy istg

OKAY CAN SOMEONE TELL WHO THIS WEIRD RADOI LADY IS AND WHY SHE KEEPS SHOWING UP AT THE END OF THE EPISODE

Episode 3:

(That one part in the intro) Step-yellow sillouette, what you doing😳

For real tho Hanako looks pretty scared during that part of the intro why are they biting his ear(maybe Hanako was a victim of s3xu@l assault?)

Wait isn't Hanako the 7th of the 7 Wonders

Okay that's kinda gross😟

Okay Aoi is pretty sweet😌

WAIT NO AOI SHE WAS TOO PRECIOUS

NO AOI BETTER NOT BE GONE

NO NOT THE BLOOD

What is she talking about he's not hot at all🤨

OH SHOOT IS HE A GHOST

Okay can minamoto leave Hanako alone🙄

Awww Hanako is half hto and half cute I might be a simp

OKAY WOAH THIS PLACE IS COOL

I mean Hanako has a good point😳

NO DON'T ANSWER IT

OKAY WOAH DON'T ASK SOME HIGH SCHOOLER TO GO COLLECT YOUR BODY PARTS NOPE

Okay WOAH how old are you exactly, Hanako?

Okay this fantasy is making me uncomfortable😀

Girl, you're already cute. You don't need to be a Miu Iruma lookalike to find love

THE BOOBS LMAOO😭😭😭😭😭

Awwww Hanako being sweet to Nene🥺

YES HANAKO SAVING THE DAY

Wait why didn't she answer his question🤨

Wait who WAS making those phone calls?

WAIT THE EPISODE IS ALREADY OVER?!?!?!?

Episode 4:

Okay but for real WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THE YELLOW SILHOUETTE AND HANAKO IN THE INTRO?!?!?!

Wait I just noticed that in the part with the yellow silhouette, Hanako is tied up with rope😳

Okay here's my theory:

When Hanako was alive, he was a student at the school. He was s3xu@lly a$$aulted in the bathroom, and muđəred his attacker out of anger/mental instability, therefore cursing him to the bathroom he was assaulted in. He became a ghost to make up for his sins.

Idk I could be totally off-base

HOLY FUCK IT'S A HEAD

IT'S THE BODY LMAOOO

Wait she actually likes it🤨

HOLY SHIT EWWWWWW

WAIT WHAT NO NOT AOI

WHAT THE FUCK NOOOOOO NOT AOI

WAIT YES AOI ISN'T DEAD

Hanako is so sweet istg.

HANAKO REALLY JUST PUSHED HER OFF THE EDGE LIKE A PSYCHOPATH AJAGRKEBDUDBD

Can she not spell or something🤨

WAIT WAS THE GHOST A STUDENT OF MISAKI

Wait she had a crush on her teacher that's so gross

Oh no. The student didn't know Misaki was murdered🥺

WAIT NO THIS IS SAD

OH SHOOT THAT IS DARK

aww she misses the teacher🥺

YES HANAKO MY BOY

WAIT HANAKO NO HE'S HURT

Nene is really fed up😳

WAIT WHAT NO SHE'S GONNA DIE?!?!?!?!

Awwww poor girl🥺

Why'd she have to die😭

Little Fox is mean😑

WAIT DID HE JUST KISS HER YES BABY

WAIT WHO'S THAT GREEN-HAIR GIRL

HE FORGOT ABOUT MINAMOTO LMAOOO😭

Episode 5:

Okay BUT WHO IS GRABBING HANAKO IN THE INTRO ISTG

LMAO SHE WAS FANTASIZING😭😭😭

Okay but she's SO pretty with her in a braid

Are you sure there was NOTHING good about that😏

YES AOI MY GIRL GIVING HER GOOD ADVICE

But I doubt Hanako would admit it

WAIT DID HANAKO PLANT THAT TREE OR AM I PARANOID

I'm excited to see how THIS plays out😁

HANAKO WHAT DID YOU SAYYYYY

WAIT IS HE REALLY GONNA DO IT

WAIT ARE THESE BITCHES GAYYYYYY

Wait what if the tree curses people

GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT HANAKO ISN'T HOT AS IS!?!?!?

WAIT YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS THIS IS SO COOL

WAIT WHAT'S THE CATCH

Of course he didn't actaully mean it THIS SUCKS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HE'S HOLDING HER I REPEAT HE'S HOLDING HER

poor Nene

WAIT OH NO SHE'S CRYING

WAIT DOES HE ACTUALLY LIKE HER

HE'S BLUSHING WHAT

YES YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSSS

WAIT HE'S RIGHT THERE

I was right they have the same last name!

WAIT THIS BITCH BETTER NOT COME BETWEEN HANAKO AND NENE

CAN THIS BITCH SHUT UP

TERU STOP IT RN

Okay I kinda feel bad for Kou rn🥺

HOW IS HE ANY OF THOSE THINGS

Wait who is that girl🤨

YES I WANNA FIND OUT MORE ABOUT HANAKO

THE GREEN HAIR GIRL AND NATSU-SOMETHING ARE UP TO NO GOOD I CAN FEEL IT

Wait WHY WAS HANAKO SMILING

I have a bad feeling about this.

Episode 6:

Yeah Hanako really seems like the good guy🤨

WOAH what's up with the door?

I love the Mokkes🥺

It's her book😶

WOAH OKAY THEN SHE REALLY IS IN LOVE

WAIT WHY IS THERE BLOOD

HOLDUP HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT

HANAKO MA BOI

WOAH OKAY YES HE'S HOLDING HER

DID HE JUST EAT THE BUTTERFLY

God I love Hanako

WAIT YOU'RE GONNA CANCEL THE WHAT NOW

Ooooooo I wanna heae some juicy secrets😏

Girl, that secret wasn't juicy at all🙄

Wait what does the library ghost know🤨

SAY SOMETHING HANAKO YES

He's so cute tho

BUT I LOVE DONUTS TOO HOW IS THAT JUICY

HANAKO YOU WERE LOOKING REAL PROTECTIVE OF HER THEN😏😏😏

I feel bad for Nene because they keep saying her legs are fat, as if the boys that say that are gonna get any better. NENE IS A FREAKIN CATCH😤😤😤

Wait what is he talking about Hanako😶

WAIT HE IS TALKING ABOUT HANAKO, ISN'T HE

WAIT HANAKO WAS HIS STUDENT HE'S SO CUTE

Awwwww Hanako🥺🥺🥺🥺

WAIT HANAKO ISN'T EVEN HIS NAME!??!?!? IT'S YUGI?!?!?!?

Awwwww Hanako🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Wait, so did Hanako commit $uicidə, or am I just paranoid?

Wait so that means that happened on the day of July 15, 1969.......SO HOW OLD IS HANAKO AGAIN?!?!?!?!?

WAIT SO HE NEVER GOT HIS DREAM TO COME TRUE BECAUSE HE DIED THAT'S SO SAD

Wait so am I right DID HE REALLY COMMIT $UICIDƏ ?!?!?!?

I THINK HANAKO SMELLS A SNITCH

Man this is a lot to unpack for just one episode

Episode 7:

I love how childish Hanako is

WAIT I SAW THE YELLOW SILOUETTE THING AGAIN AND I HAVE A THOUGHT:

What if Hanako got those bruises because of the səxua| ass@ult thing I said before? That would make sense.

Idk maybe I'm just too obsessed with that theory

I see Hanako differently after the Library too, but in a different way.

What why the donuts?

He's totally lying. I bet he's gonna make some for Hanako🥺

Okay but Kou is actually pretty sweet

I mean, if he DID murder someone who bullied him, they had it coming for touching my precious Hanako😤

Yous shouldn't stop being friends with someone just because it's complicated. ALL friendships are complicated. It isn't supposed to be easy.

Awwww Nene🥺🥺🥺

Okay I'm kinda hungry for donuts now

Ugh it's Teru🙄

Okay KOU YOU'RE ACTUALLY PRETTY COOL

Okay Teru YOU SUCK SO MUCH

SO ARE THE GREEN HAIR AND NASTU-SOMETHING BIY EVIL OR NOT I'M SO CONFUSED

Hanako is so cute sometimes istg

POOR HANAKO OOF

YES NENE😤😤

THEY ARE BLUSHING I REPEAT THEY ARE BLUSHING

"You're totally not my type" okay first of all that is bullshit and second of all get yourself a boy who's chill when you say you don't like them

OKAY WHAT'S GOING ON

HE'S GOLDING HER

Wait why does Hanako look terrified that's not good

HOLDUP WHO DID HE KILL WHY IS THERE AN AD RIGHT WHEN IT'S ABOUT TO SAY WHO HE KILLED

WOAH WHO THE FUCK IS THAT WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE HANAKO WHAT IS GOING ON AHDVEKDVEIDVDJ

GET YOUR HAND OFF OF HIS FACE THIS GUY TOTALLY $EXU@LLY @SSAULTED HIM

YES NENE PROTECT YOUR MAN

HOLY SHIT HE'S BURNING

DID HE REALLY JUST RE-TRAUMATIZE HANAKO AND THEN LEAVE?!?!?!?

WAIT WHAT IS HANAKO DOING

WAIT HE'S CRYING

HANAKO WHAT'S WRONG

I WANNA GIVE HANAKO A HUG SO BADLY ISTG

WAIT SO THERE'S THE ONES CHANGING THE RUMORS?

OKAY WHO IS THIS BITCH

Wait THAT'S HIS BROTHER WHY DID HE KILL HIS BROTHER

This partially denies the possiblity of my theory(MOSTLY denies it), but not entirely. There's a big chance I'm wrong.

WAIT SO SAKURA IS THE ONE DOING THE RADIO THING?!?!?!

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Hanako🥺🥺🥺🥺

I have a feeling that that is probably jsut a random student😅

Hanako, I hate it when you're sad😭😭😭

WAIT SO HIS EARRING WAS FOR TRAFFIC SAFETY THE WHOLE TIME LMAOOOOO

OKAY WOAH BACK UP GHOST-PERSON

KOU IS NOT A M0ŁƏ$TER

Wait that was the whole episode?

Episode 8:

Okay the person @ssaulting(maybe even $exua||y @$$aulting idk I think I'm just obsessed with that theory) in the intro is definitely his brother

Mitsuba is kinda weird and annoying, but also funny at the same time

Excuse me Traffic safety is no joke😐

WAIT SO HE KNEW MITSUBA AND JUST FORGOT?!?!?!?

Awwww Mitsuba🥺🥺🥺🥺

No Mitsuba you're cool

KOU WHAT THE F ARE YOU SAYING

AWWWWW THIS IS SO SWEET

MITSUBA I SEE YOU BLUSHING😏😏😏😏

MITSUBA NOOOOOOOOOO

TSUKASA STOP IT

NO POOR MITSUBA STOP IT

HOW DARE THEY

NOOOOOO MITSUBA AAAAAAAA

OKAY IMA BOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH TSUKASA, WHO'S WITH ME😤😤😤😤

TSUKASA YOU SICK SEDUCER STOP LYING TO MITSUBA

NOOOOOOOOO MITSUBA

POOR HANAKO LEAVE HIM ALONE TSUKASA

Okay "Let's play together like we used to" really sounds like $exu@l @$$ault

Kou🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Awwww Hanako🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

NO THIS ISN'T THE WAY MITSUBA SHOULD GO OUT NO

I'm am so close to crying rn

OH KOU JUST REALIZED WHAT HE WAS TAKING A PHOTO OF AWWWWW

Okay wow all of that really happened in one episode

Episode 9:

I'm sorry that I won't shut up about my theory BUT THAT ONE PART REALLY LOOKS LIKE WHAT I THINK IT IS I SWEAR

I feel so bad for Hanako rn tho

Omfg It's Natsuhiko🙄

Nene stop it this dude is BAD NEWS

WAIT NO THEY BETTER NO DO ANYTHING TO MY PRECIOUS NENE ISTG

I HAVE THE SAME QUESTIONS, NENE

FRIENDS MY ASS

(To be continued here because I ran out of space)

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun

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jaideite · 5 years

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I loved the headcanon you did with Bakugo and Midoriya reacting to their so chooping off their hair. Todoroki and shinso ( idk if there is a "u" in the name ir nah)

Omg hahaha I’m so glad you liked it :))

no theres no ‘U’ in hitoshi’s last name, but i know some people put it even tho it’s not supposed to be there lol. it’s like how sometimes people put u in Shoto’s name I know I do sometimes when there literally isn’t one oop

TODOROKI AND SHINSO WITH A S/O WHO CUTS ANS DYES THEIR HAIR

SHOTO TODOROKI

— you have always loved your boyfriends hair

— it’s so pretty and unique and super satisfying to look at

— you like mixing the colors and then rearranging them so they’re even

— it’s relaxing for him as well because he enjoys your fingers running through his scalp

— he loves it

— and you too

— you’ve always complimented him for it

— “You probably get tired of me saying this, but I love your hair.”

— “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, y/n. Trust me.”

— he doesn’t mind because it helps lull him to sleep

— which annoys you because he’s like a dead body mixed in with a koala when he sleeps

— sometimes the tables get turned and he raked his fingers through your long hair

— he loves you and your hair so much

— it’s so therapeutic for him and it helps calm him down when he’s on the verge of a panic attack or having a nightmare oops lol

— so it’s safe to say the whole class is shook when his face eyes go wide and his mouth opens slightly

— half of them freak out when he says

— “...what the hell...”

— even your shook cause you’ve never heard him curse before

— “I think she broke him.”

— “Shut up Kaminari.”

— you laugh and twirl a little lock of hair “I...wanted to do something a little different, ya know?”

— “Uh...”

— “Do you like it?”

— he just reaches out and fiddles with a lock and lets a soft smile put

— “I don’t mind it.”

— he’s a little sad to see your hair go, but he doesn’t really think about it too much

— he can still run his fingers through it and that’s enough for him

— so he just plays it off as not bothered

— bUT then you know apparently his approval was some kind of affirmative for you so two days later

— you come in with some cruela de vil hair like him

— except yours is black and whatever favorite hair color you like

— and he’s just

— cOnfLiCtEd

— y/n how could you do this??

— w-w-is something wrong??

— is someone picking on you???

— cause he knows people he’ll have a hit man ready lickity split

— who hurt you lmaooo

— but your just like

— “Wha—no Sho, please don’t kill anyone. I just...kinda thought it would look cute if we had something else in common.”

— “But were dating.”

— “Shoto—“

— “Y/N I’m not understanding.”

— “Oh uh—“

— “And Kaminari told me when girls change their hair it means that they are going through something. Is something wrong? Did I do something?”

— your just like 🥺 because he’s so cUTE AND CARING hOW AND WHY IS HE DATING YOU ???¿?

— but lmaooo he’s low key kinda panicking he doesn’t want you to leave him

— “First off...baby...never believe anything Kaminari says to you about relationships...and second, thank you for worrying, but nothings wrong, trust me! I love you and I wanted to change my hair because I felt I needed a change, ya know?”

— once you finally break it down to him he just still confused

— but kind of gets it

— “So...you changed your hair so you could match mine?”

— “Yeah! You know, Half n Half...Half n half? Get it?”

— this poor boy is just all kinds of slow so you just gotta bear with it

— he doesn’t get the joke until he wakes up abruptly the middle of a bomb good nights sleep and goes “Ohhhhh.” And then flops back down to sleep.

— it doesn’t matter tho

— he can still run his fingers through it and bury his nose in it so that’s ok

H I T O S H I S H I N S O ( U )

— lol ok so I don’t really uhm know how to do shinso but ima base him off Aizawa so ✌🏽

— he doesn’t really care lol

— well to a certain degree

— he’s gonna say it straight

— you walked in expecting something positive from him like a little smirk and a little “look at you”

— pfft no

— he just

— “What the heck is going on with you?”

— “What, you don’t like?”

— he just stands up and fiddles with a lock of your what was once long hair and then places a hand on the back of his head

— “It’s not bad. It could have been a little longer.”

— “Wow. Just wow.”

— “At least it doesn’t look like absolute trash?” He offers with that straight smile of his

— “Thats not helping your situation here.” You deadpan

— he shrugs and you just wave him off and continue on with your day

— and everything is just peaceful

— you guys are just relaxed

— until one day you just casually walk in with platinum white hair and sit

— he stares at you like you are crazy and you wave, blowing him a kiss as class starts

— all throughout class he’s just sneaking glances at you

— once it’s over your packing your back and he just walks over and stares at you

— “Y/N, what the fuck?”

— “What?!”

— “You know this is gonna be like this for a while right?”

— “I wouldn’t have gotten it if I didn’t.”

— there’s a staring contest between you too that looks suspiciously like the diddy stare down meme until finally he just sighs at you

— and it’s one of those long ass sighs where he took a big breath of air too and you just

— “So do you like it?”

— he perks up at that and stares at you

— “At least you didn’t go with some bright ass color like yellow.”

— you scrunch your nose up “Like that Class 1-A guy with the zig zag in his hair?”

— “Dont mention him. I’m getting a migraine just thinking about him.”

— “Awe I think he really likes you.”

— “Please no.”

— “I think a lot of colored haired people like you, Hito.”

— he just looks up at you

— “Theres only one colored haired person I like, and she’s standing right in front of me.”

— “Awe. Thank you.”

— you reach up and give him a kiss. “And there’s only one tired looking wild haired boy I like too.”

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia imagines #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki shoto #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shinsou headcanons #shinshou hitoshi

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borathae · 6 years

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↳ Index [#04 Santa Claus is Coming to Town]

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Jimin x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: foursome, mxm, fxm, dom!Seokjin, dom!Jimin, sub!Jungkook, sub!Reader, thigh riding, spanking, marking, ass play, use of toys, nipple play, cum eating, anal sex, spit roasting, oral (m. & f. recieving), multiple orgasms, use of nicknames, degratation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hairpulling, praising, aftercare

Wordcount: 7.6k

Back at the chalet you are met with silence. The others must still be out, you think to yourself. The four of you bit each other goodbye for now, each rushing off to your rooms to get ready for the night out.

You decide to text your best friend to tell her about your day and ask for her advice on which you dress you should wear for tonight as soon as you enter your empty bedroom. After all you had promised to update her on every little thing.

-You: Giiiiiiirl I have so much tea for you, get the biscuits ready lmaooo. Okay first of all I made up with Taehyung and Jimin already yaay. And second of all I need your help. Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin and I want to go to an après ski party in town and I don’t know what to wear ugh. Should I wear the silver dress or the black one? ♥

Three dots appear as soon as you had pressed send on the first message and soon enough your phone vibrates.

-Hayley: biiiiiiiitch I knew they wouldn’t break up with you like that. see I told you!!! ♥ first of all did you get the vitamine d already? 👀 and second of all take the silver dress it makes your ass look amazing ♥

You smile at the enthusiasm of your friend typing your answer.

-You: nooo as far as now is concerned I didn’t 😔✊ but it can change lmao at least I try to tonight… thanks for your help btw I’ll wear the silver dress ♥

-Hayley: that’s my girl 😏 give me updates 😏

You lock your phone afterwards to finally get ready for the night. You quickly step into the shower letting the hot water run over your cold body. Being outside for the whole day had taken its toll on you and you were glad for the hot temperature of the water. You wash your hair as well, cleaning it from the sweat. Apparently you had sweated more than what your cold body tells you. You blow dry your hair, styling it whilst doing so. You decide to go for a smokey eye look and keep your lips in a neutral nude look. After that it is time for your underwear for tonight. The silver dress was tight fitting to your body, so simple lace which would hug your body in a flattering manner would be to one to go for. You decide to go for the black lace, which Yoongi had once given you on Valentine’s Day blushing at the thought of what had soon followed after that present. God you really missed their touch. You sigh, shaking your head to get rid of the depressing thoughts and peel yourself into the dress. You put on your black high heels turning around in front of the mirror one last time before nodding satisfied with the result.

Once you come to the railing you can already see the three of them sit on the couch underneath you. Your breath catches in your throat, they hadn’t promised you too much when they had told you that they would dress up. Jungkook was wearing ripped jeans into which he had stuck a yellow dress shirt. He had finished off his look with a black belt, which accentuated his small waist and his silver Rolex on his left wrist. You weren’t used to him dressing like this and you feel your breath quicken.

Jimin had decided to go for a black turtleneck, same as Seokjin. Expect that Jimin had paired it with black jeans and a black leather jacket. Seokjin had decided to pair it with a burgundy suit which made his shoulders look even wider than usual and rectangular glasses.

“You look amazing wow”, you tell them once you reach the living room. Their eyes go big as soon as they see you, looking you up from head to toe, “you like my dress?” you ask turning around so they could get a good look of your ass.

“You look hot babe”, Jimin says standing up to place a kiss on your cheek.

“I can’t wait to dance with you tonight”, Jungkook tells you before offering you his arm, which you accept with a smile.

“Let’s go before I decide that staying home is far more fun than going out”, Seokjin says slapping your ass to which you gasp surprised.

“Control your hands mister”, you warn him. Your heart was racing at an ineffable speed, you weren’t used to Seokjin acting like this anymore and you felt nervous all of a sudden.

Why are you nervous? They are still your boyfriends and they would never do something what you wouldn’t want them to. Or are you nervous because you already know what was to come later that night from just looking at their hungry eyes.

“I’m sorry I had to”, Seokjin apologizes smiling at you cheekily.

“Don’t be angry at him, if it hadn’t been him I would have slapped your ass in his name”, Jimin tries to defend him offering you your jacket. You scoff throwing your hair over your shoulder dramatically to get it out from under the thick fabric of the coat.

Just like always a taxi was already waiting outside for the four of you and to Jungkooks and yours luck Seokjin is as nice as to get into the passenger seat this time. The drive to the club was silent safe for the French music playing through the taxi radio. Seokjin is the one who pays the taxi driver this time giving him a large tip before thanking him and helping the rest of you out of the car.

The club looks unremarkable from outside, a simple wooden house. The bright pink neon letters are the only indicator that you were entering a club. The bouncers let you through easily once Jimin smiles brightly at them, both of them a flustered mess afterwards.

“How are you always doing this?” you ask him.

“Do what?” he asks smiling knowingly but acting stupid.

“Put every man into gay panic”, you tell him making him laugh out loud.

“I’m cute no one can resist me”, he says cupping his face in his hands.

But his cute behavior was gone the moment the four of you enter the dark room of the club, his eyes turning dark once he had been set into the mood. This man will be the death of you one day you are sure of it. Heads turn your way while the four of you walk through the crowds of people to get to an empty table, mostly women starring at your boyfriends, forgetting completely about the men at their sides. The men are far too intimidated by the stares of Jimin walking in front of you and Seokjin and Jungkook walking on each side of you to actually take a good look at you. You grin to yourself; you had always found it quite attractive when your boyfriends acted protective over you.

“I’ll go get us some drinks”, Seokjin yells over the loud music pointing at the bottle bar once you had sat down at one of the tables. He rushes off, wallet already in his hand.

“The music is good in here”, Jimin says moving his head to the loud bass.

“Not really my cup of tea but once Seokjin brings the vodka and I am drunk enough I’m sure I’ll love it”, Jungkook says and despite his words he is nodding his head to the music.

Right at this moment Seokjin comes back with a big silver bucket filled with a bottle of vodka and different sodas to mix it with.

“The barman told me this is the best vodka here. I paid 260 swiss francs for it let’s hope he didn’t screw me over”, he tells you pouring each of you a glass.

There was one thing you had always hated about Seokjin and that is the way he mixes drinks. The moment you take the first sip of your vodka cola your whole body shutters at the taste.

“Fucking hell Seokjin that’s pure vodka”, you hiss scrunching up your nose.

“Listen babe I paid a lot of money for it so you are going to enjoy it”, he warns pouring down his drink in one go. He grimaces noticing that he indeed had mixed it far too strong but he is too proud to admit that.

Jungkook is the one who mixes the next round and as you so painfully realise he isn’t any better than Seokjin. So after two glasses you feel already drunk enough that for the time being you want nothing more than to dance it off again.

“I’ll go dance for a bit, you guys are shitty at mixing and if I don’t move I’ll throw up. Anyone wants to join me?” you announce struggling to stand up with your high heels on.

“I’ll join you”, Jungkook says catching you with his strong arms, so you wouldn’t tumble backwards onto the couch again.

You laugh pulling him out of the booth and dragging him onto the dance floor. It was stuffed, hot bodies pressing against each other. Once you and Jungkook had finally found a spot where the two of you could dance quite undisturbed, there is nothing stopping you anymore. You jump up and down to the music with raised arms. You close your eyes smiling brightly, singing the lyrics to the song which had just came on.

Suddenly two arms wrap around your body and you open your eyes meeting Jungkook smirking down at you. He presses you against his body grinding his crotch into your stomach. He leans down to whisper something into your ear.

“You look so hot whilst dancing”, he whispers before pressing one of his thighs between your legs. You gasp at the rough material of his jeans rubbing at your core, the thin lace doing little to lessen the friction.

“Ah Jungkook”, you moan when he forces your hips to move on his leg to the music.

“Quiet babe we don’t want the others to notice or do we?” he warns biting your earlobe. Your eyes fly shut, moans leaving your lips at the feeling of his lips tracing kisses all over your neck and his thigh muscles flexing underneath you.

“Shit Jungkook baby ah, stop people will notice”, you gasp when he presses you even tighter to his body, his erection now pressing into your stomach.

“Just keep moving babe, you feel so good, no one will notice”, he pants, too far gone into the feeling already.

“You two up for a person joining this little thing here?” a man in sweats and a Christmas sweater suddenly interrupts your dancing.

Jungkook looks up from your neck, pressing you even closer in reflex.

“Can’t you see tha-“, he starts but is interrupted by you kissing his ear to get his attention.

“Let him join baby, let’s make the others jealous”, you whisper to which you feel his dick twitch against your stomach. He nods giving his permission.

“Go ahead”, he invites the stranger who doesn’t need to be told twice.

He wraps his hands around you, resting them on Jungkooks waist and as soon as he wants to start grinding into your ass he is ripped away from your body.

“What the fuck?” he screams looking around for the idiot who just interrupted his actions.

“If I were you I would fuck off before it turns ugly for you”, Jimin growls starring at the taller man with such intensity he seems to shrink in height. Strong hands wrap around your wrist and soon you are dragged into the direction of the exit with Jungkook and Jimin closely following by.

“What the hell did you think you were doing in there?” Seokjin spits once he had dragged you out of the club and to the closest taxi.

“I wasn’t doing anything”, you insist but you can’t help the smirk creeping up your face. The alcohol surely does his job well, adding to your confidence.

“Into the taxi now”, he orders shoving you into the backseat next to Jimin.

It surprises you that none of them say something to the little escapade of you and Jungkook and soon you feel yourself grow worried. Did you go too far? You relationship was already on the brink of breaking, what if your little stunt actually had done the exact opposite than you had hoped for. What if they actually consider breaking up with you now?

Your worries soon come to a halt once you feel Jimins hand travel up and down your thigh. You look over to Jungkook, noticing that Jimin was doing the exact same to him as he was to you. His hand travels up further and further until it comes to a rest, mere millimeters away from your core. Your breath quickens starring between yours and Jungkooks crotch.

“Now be quiet we don’t want to bother the taxi driver”, Jimin whispers into your ear lightly biting your ear lope before his hand finally comes to rest on your core. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop the sigh from escaping your lips.

“You are both so ready for me already”, he says smirking at the way yours and Jungkooks hips snatch up simultaneously. He increases the pressure of his fingers against your core and you have to burry your face in his neck.

“Jimin pl-please stop”, you stutter scared that the driver would notice your indecency.

“Hyung plea- ah fuck”, Jungkook suddenly blurts out. Jimins hands had pressed down especially hard and whilst you were able to muffle your moan in Jimins neck Jungkook wasn’t as lucky.

The eyes of the taxi driver snap into your direction. He is starring at you through the rear view mirror disgust written all over his features.

“Oooh, wow I really love this song! What’s it called?” Seokjin saves the three of you turning the music louder and bombarding the taxi driver with questions.

To your dismay Jimin retreats his hands from your core after that, acting like he doesn’t notice both yours and Jungkooks whines. Seokjin pays the driver double once you arrive at the chalet, apologizing with a sorry smile on his face before slamming the door shut.

“No missy you are not dismissed for tonight, into my room now”, Jimin tells you pulling you back by your wrist. You had wanted to walk up to your room, frustrated that they had stopped their teasing.

You let him drag you with him, leaving your high heels somewhere scattered along the way to the room. Seokjin, who had been the last one to enter the bedroom, locks the door before pushing Jungkook onto the bed next to where Jimin had pushed you.

He crawls onto the younger man’s body sitting down on his crotch earning a groan from Jungkook.

“You were a very bad boy today Jungkook-ah”, he says grabbing him by his hair and pulling hard. Jungkook winces from the pain, his eyes fluttering shut. “You know how much I dislike my pets misbehaving like that”, he pulls even harder on Jungkooks hair and the younger one groans out a pained “sorry”.

“Look me in the eyes when apologizing pet”, Seokjin warns and despite the heaviness of his eyelids Jungkook manages to peel them open.

“I’m sorry master”, he chokes out, breathing out in relieve once Seokjin releases his hair from his grasp.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises gently massaging Jungkooks aching roots. He leans down to capture Jungkooks lips into a rough kiss grinding down on Jungkooks crotch. The younger man whines with every move of Seokjins hips, his hand grasping at the black fabric of Seokjins turtleneck.

You had watched the whole scene unfold in front of grinding your hips involuntarily against nothing but air. You need to feel something press against your core soon or else you will go crazy.

“You like what you are seeing kitten?” Jimin whispers into your ear. His hot breath tickles your neck making a shiver run down your spine. You nod, suppressing a moan once his lips meet your neck. “You were such a bad little girl tonight dancing with this stranger right in front of us. I know you wanted us to see didn’t you?” he asks and once you don’t answer his bites the skin of your neck making you gasp, “answer me kitten.”

“Yes I want- wanted you to”, you stutter grasping at the bed sheets underneath you. Jimins fingers had travelled down to your core, now lightly teasing your folds. He chuckles once he feels the soaked material of your panties.

“Why did you want us to see? Mhm kitten, are three cocks not enough for you?” Jimin teases adding pressure to his touch. Your hips buck up at the sudden feeling and you gasp out loud.

“Because I wanted you to punish me”, you scream out looking into Jimins eyes. They flutter shut for a moment, before he finds his composure again now starring down at you with dark eyes.

“On my lap now kitten, head to Jungkook”, he orders pulling you up from where you were lying before and sitting down on the spot. He pats his lap and you soon follow his orders. You lie down on his thighs now facing Jungkook who was panting hard from whatever Seokjin was doing to him.

“Go on Jungkook look at Y/N see what happens when you make us jealous”, Seokjin orders the younger one forcing his head to look into your direction. “I want you to watch her face when Jimin spanks her beautiful little ass”, he whispers leaning down close to Jungkooks ear looking at you the whole time with hungry eyes.

The first blow comes as a surprise to you and you yell out from the sudden pain against your ass cheek. Jimin had pulled up your dress, when you were too occupied to stare between Jungkook and Seokjin, admiring the black lace for a few seconds before spanking you hard.

“Tell me kitten on a scale of one to ten how much did you enjoy your little escapade with Jungkook hm?” Jimin asks massaging the hot flesh with gentle fingers.

“Eight”, you try to get out before the second blow hits you.

“So you still have six to go kitten. Start counting now”, Jimins tells you before spanking you once again. Your eyes fall shut and you try to get the numbers out as loud as your heavy breathing allowed you to. You feel yourself grow wetter with every slap of Jimins hand against your ass cheeks, the rings on his fingers only adding to the pleasurable pain.

“Could you hear her right now Jungkook? Because I couldn’t”, Seokjins asks when you had choked out the last number sobbing too much to actually be able to speak. Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes are fixated on your teary eyes and his breathing is heavy.

“Eight! Eight! Fuck eight!” you blurt out once Jimin hands meet your ass once again, harder than before. Seokjin nods satisfied and soon you feel Jimin gently massage your burning skin.

“This will leave a pretty mark”, he chuckles starring down at the red hand print on your left ass cheek. “You did good kitten”, he praises making you smile. He helps you up on your knees so you are kneeling next to his sitting form. He rests his hand on the small of your back, smiling at you before pulling you down for a kiss. You melt into his kiss. It is the complete opposite of the rough treatment from his hands a few seconds ago, gentle and sweet and soon your ragged breathing relaxes. He pulls you back by your hair, once he had decided that it was enough, and you wince from the pain. “Don’t get too relaxed kitten, we are just getting started with the two of you”, he says and your breathing gets faster as soon as his words had left his lips.

“Now Jungkookie what are we going to do with you mhm?” Seokjin asks, gently combing through Jungkooks dark locks.

“I don’t know, anything please I need you to punish me”, he answers shaking his head. His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the soft touches of Seokjins fingers.

“I’ve got an idea”, Jimin says getting up and walking to his suitcase. The three of you watch him crouch down and digging through it for a few moments before finally pulling something out with a triumphant “aha.” He walks to the bed again putting a black satin box onto the bed sheets. He opens it and as soon as Jungkook spots the black butt plug his body starts to shake. He had always loved the feeling of it vibrating in his tight hole whilst Jimin sucks off his dick, but he knows what it meant tonight and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Go on kitten get Jungkooks ass ready for my toy”, Jimins tells you smirking at the way Jungkooks adam’s apple pops up and down from swallowing so hard.

Jimins request takes you off-guard for a moment and your eyes jump from Jimins and Seokjins features. They are both smirking at you, waiting for you to spring into action.

“If that’s okay with you of course”, Seokjin adds and you have to smile at his words. You nod, of course it is okay with you, it is just that you felt nervous. It had been rare that any of the guys asked you to eat out their ass, so you were relatively new to this area.

“No it’s fine with me”, you tell them before crawling over to Jungkook. He watches your every move with big eyes, chest heaving up and down. “Is it okay with you too Jungkook-ah?” you ask him and he nods violently.

“Please babe I need your tongue”, he whines to which Seokjin pulls his hair back.

“You don’t beg her for anything, she is nothing more than another toy following our commands, is that clear pet?” he warns to which Jungkook nods as good as his aching roots allow him too. “Good boy, now what did you want from her?”

“Her tongue master, please I need her tongue”, he begs, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises releasing Jungkooks hair before signaling you to move, “go on doll make his ass nice and ready for us”, he orders you and with that he is gone from Jungkooks body. Jungkook whines at the sudden loss of contact snapping his hips up searching for any sort of friction.

You crawl over to him, sitting down on his thighs resting your hands on his chest.

“Can I please strip him? I really want to see his body please masters” you ask Jimin and Seokjin to which they both nod.

Your fingers are shaking and unbuttoning his shirts takes you longer than you wanted it to. Once you have finally managed to open every single button Jungkook jumps into action, sitting up and ripping his shirt from his body before wrapping his arms around. He kisses you hard grinding you down against his crotch, hissing every time you core grinds over the most sensitive part of his constrained cock. You are rendered speechless for a moment, resting your forehead against his and just letting him grind you down against him.

“Don’t forget your role here pet”, Seokjin warns stopping Jungkook in his movements with his words.

“I’m sorry master”, he apologizes with his eyes pressed shut from trying so hard to control the urges to snap his hips up into you again.

“Go on kitten, you are not finished here”, Jimin encourages you and with shaking fingers you manage to open Jungkooks belt and zipper.

Jungkook raises his hips, so you are able to finally free him of his jeans and boxers, sighing loudly once his cock spring free from his pants. “Fuck yes finally”, he sighs closing his eyes for a moment before ripping them open again.

You had wrapped your mouth around his tip gently sucking on it, surprising him. He lets out a loud moan throwing his head back at the sudden pleasure. His right hand comes to rest on your head guiding you down further on his dick. You swallow hard once you can feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making him grunt in pleasure.

“Wait, please go slow babe I’m sensiti-”, he groans choking on the last word when you grace his cock with your teeth, “fuck do that again holy shit”, he stutters. You repeat your action, Jungkooks hips thrusting into your mouth at the feeling. You move upwards again, not wanting to choke on his length now concentrating on his tip. You flick your tongue around his tip, sucking hard before working your way down his length tracing every single vein with the tip of your tongue. “It feels so good babe don’t stop doing that”, he moans tightening his grip around your hair. You suck his tip again, licking over his slit one last time and then you are gone from his dick.

“No please don’t babe I was so close”, he whines looking at you so miserably you nearly sink down on his dick once again. But you stay strong wiping your mouth clean from your spit.

“Turn around baby, get on all fours”, you tell him and he follows immediately. He rests on his elbows, ass up in the air and head pressed to the mattress just waiting for you to touch him again.

You look at him for a moment admiring the curve of his ass cheeks and his very impressive thigh muscles. You begin trailing kisses all over the small of his back slowly working your way down to his ass. You suck on his flesh first, a small gasp leaving Jungkooks lips once it starts to hurt. You release him admiring the purple spot on his perfect skin. “Are you ready Jungkook?” you ask him.

“Fuck yes please”, he groans already shaking from just your hands massaging his ass cheeks. You spread them open so it would be easier for you to dig in and then you are finally where Jungkook wanted you the most. “Shiiiiit”, he moans once he feels your wet muscles trace his entrance. You are gentle at first, kitten licking so he would get used to the feeling. It doesn’t take Jungkook long to beg for more grinding his ass back against your tongue. You hold him still, not wanting to be suffocated by him, before starting to fuck his hole with your tongue as good as possible.

“Ah fuck baby fuck yes”, he moans nearly ripping the bed sheets apart from grabbing them so tightly, “Please fuck me with your fingers baby”, he begs catching you off-guard. You look to Seokjin and Jimin for permission.

“Go on doll do what Jungkook asked you for”, Seokjin encourages you and quiet “thank you” leaves Jungkooks lips upon hearing Seokjins words.

You wet one of your fingers with your spit, so it would slip in easier, and start slightly pushing against the ring of muscles. Jungkook breaths in hard, trying to relax his racing heartbeat, “go on baby”, he encourages and upon hearing his words you push hard against his hole, your finger slipping right into it. Jungkook winces in pain, the new sensation burning. You attached your mouth to his entrance once again, licking and sucking until Jungkook has relaxed enough that you were able to thrust your finger in and out of him. You add another one soon after, curling them so you would hit his prostate with every thrust of your fingers. He was a moaning mess underneath you at this point, his thighs shaking and precum dripping down on the sheets ruining them.

“I-I’m so cl-close”, he stutters bucking his hips back to meet your every thrust.

“Stop your movements kitten”, Jimin suddenly tells you. You don’t listen at first, too caught up with making Jungkook cum, until a tight grip around your wrist makes you stop in your movements. “I said stop your movements”, Jimin warns pulling your hand away from Jungkooks ass.

“No please don’t, please let me cum”, Jungkook sobs shaking violently from having been stolen from his high. He was aching, he wanted nothing more than to feel full again, to feel anything at all.

“Patience babyboy you’ll get your reward soon”, Jimin calms the younger man gently stroking the skin of his back.

Seokjin is suddenly standing in front of you with the butt plug in his hands and lopsided smile on his face. “Open up doll”, he orders and you follow opening your mouth wide. He presses the toy to your tongue, “go on get it all nice and wet for Jungkooks ass”, he tells you and you suck on it hard holding eye contact with him the whole time. He watches you suck the toy for a few moments, imagining how your lips would feel around his dick before finally removing it from your lips. “Good girl”, he praises and you smile.

“Now Jungkook-ah are you ready for your toy?” he asks attention turned to Jungkook.

“Yes”, he answers holding his breath for what was to come. He wanted it so bad.

Seokjin is gentle, tracing the cold toy over the ring of muscles before gently pressing it down. Jimin traces circles across Jungkooks back calming him down.

“It’s okay babyboy breathe”, he reassures him and on Jimins words Seokjin presses the toy against Jungkooks hole until it slips right in. Jungkook whines, the toy is much thicker than your fingers and it burns at first.

“You took it so well Jungkookie”, Seokjin praises him before pressing a button and the toy springs into action.

“Yes oh my god yes, higher please master turn it on higher”, he groans grabbing onto Jimins arm which had rested next to his face.

“We rewarded you far too much already Jungkookie, it stays on this setting until we say so otherwise. Now kneel up and put your hands on your thighs”, Seokjin tells him. Jungkook sits up as good as his weak limbs allow him to. He looks fucked, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes glazed over by un-fallen tears.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself. We will tell you when you are allowed touch yourself babyboy. Now for the time being you have to watch Y/N get fucked by the two of us”, Jimin explains earning a whimper from both you and Jungkook.

“Would you like that doll?” Seokjin asks hovering over you all of a sudden. You swallow hard nodding. “Good girl, now undress for me”, he tells you opening the zipper of your dress for you. With his help you are able to easily slip out of your dress. “Sit”, he says pointing to his lap and you follow. The moment you are sat on his lap he kisses you hard, his tongue dancing with yours and his teeth grazing over your lips ever so often. He unzips your bra, throwing it onto the ground once you had removed it from your chest. His hands cup both of your breasts immediately, his mouth working its way down from your neck to your chest.

“You are beautiful little one”, he says looking at your exposed chest before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp out at the feeling grabbing at his shoulders. He groans in agreement, biting down hard and you cry out.

“Shit Seokjin don’t stop!” you moan grinding down your aching core against his clothed erection. He soon traces kisses over your chest. A stinging pain runs through your chest and you hiss closing your eyes. “It feel so good master”, you moan concentrating on the feeling of his lips leaving bruises all over your chest. His fingers start traveling from your chest down to your core, teasing it over the lace material.

“Wow Jimin-ah she is already so wet for us”, he chuckles, ripping the panties from your body to finally press his finger against your clit. Your skin burns where the lace had dug into, but soon the hot touch of his fingers takes over your senses. You buck against his touch burying your face in his neck biting down on your lip to stop the scream threatening to escape your throat. “I don’t think she needs any more foreplay. Hm doll? Do you think you are ready to get fucked by Jimins cock?” he asks adding pressure to his touch. You nod, your breath catching in your throat.

“Good girl, get on your knees”, Jimin tells you watching you crawl from Seokjins lap. He had stripped himself of his clothes while you were preoccupied with Seokjins touch, now lazily stroking his hardened cock. As soon as you are gone from Seokjins lap he starts undressing as well, throwing his ruined suit pants onto the floor next to your dress, his other clothes soon following after.

“Are you ready kitten?” Jimin whispers, leaning his body over you, so his chest was pressing against your back. You nod bucking your hips back against his crotch, his dick grazing over your entrance. He stops your movements with one press against the small of your back with the flat of his hand. He teases your entrance for a few seconds, stroking the head of his head through your folds until you can’t take it any longer.

“Please fuck me master please”, you beg pressing your eyes shut. Jimin slams into you after that, the sudden stretch burning. Despite his first rough thrust, his movements are slow after that. He lets you get accustomed to his length and soon the burn turns into pleasure. “Faster please”, you beg trying to get more friction by grinding down your hips against Jimins crotch.

“You are such a greedy little slut kitten, grinding down on my cock like your life depends on it”, Jimin chuckles. He grabs your hips, his fingers digging painfully into your skin before increasing the speed of his thrust. You throw your head back, moaning loudly and your eyes falling.

“Look at me doll”, Seokjin suddenly says averting your attention to him. He is kneeling in front of you, stroking his big length. He grabs your chin with his free hand and guides your head to his cock tracing his head over your closed lips. “Open up”, he tells you and you open your mouth waiting for his cock to finally touch your tongue. He is slow at first, letting you get used to the sensation at your own pace. You circle your tongue on the underside of his cock tracing the big vein running from the base to his tip. “Don’t be shy take it in”, he tells you pulling your mouth onto his cock. You gag at first once his tip hits the back of your neck, but Seokjin doesn’t let go of you enjoying the way you struggle for air.

He starts thrusting into your mouth holding you by the back of your head, so you wouldn’t be able to back off. “You look so pretty right now”, he tells you watching a tear fall down your cheek. He has to look away or else he would lose his composure. Instead he concentrates on your lips wrapping around his length, a deep grunt rattling through his chest.

The sudden increase of Jimins hips calls your attention back to him. He had moved the angle of his thrusts, so they would hit your g-spot with every snap of his hips. The scream of pleasure gets muffled by Seokjins cock stuffed down your throat.

“You are clenching so much kitten fuck you are so tight”, Jimin groans throwing his head back digging his nails into your hips. “Cum for me kitten let me feel you”, he tells you moving one of his hands to your core to rub circles on your aching clit. You are crying at this point, breathing heavily through your nose and moaning around Seokjins cock.

“That’s it doll just like that”, Seokjin groans increasing the speed of his thrusts. You are so close, your head is spinning and your abdominal muscles are clenching so hard it hurts. Jimin thrust up into you one last time and then the hot pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes roll back into your head, the image bringing Seokjin over the edge as well, his hot cum coating the back of your throat. Jimin soon follows after you with a loud groan, your clenching walls driving him over the edge.

“You did so good”, Seokjin praises removing his softening cock from your mouth. You swallow his cum before breathing in hard, your lungs finally filling with enough oxygen. He wipes away the fallen tears from your cheeks gently stroking your burning skin. You smile weakly falling forward once Jimins grab around your hips loosens, your arms giving in underneath you.

“Is it my turn now?” Jungkook asks, his voice weak from the exhaustion of not being able to touch himself the whole time.

“Lick her clean first”, Jimin tells him, tracing his hand over your shaking legs. You whine, despite your high just a few seconds ago you wanted more again.

Jungkook follows crawling from where he had been kneeling before to between your legs. Seokjin and Jimin both lay down at Jungkooks previous spot, stroking their softened dicks, already growing hard again. Jungkook goes straight in without a warning, his patience long gone. He wanted to cum and if it meant making you cum with his tongue he would do it as fast as possible. You throw your head back into the pillows groaning from the overstimulation. You are still sensitive and the rough treatment of his tongue against your clit hurts. You pull him back his hair.

“Please go slow Jungkook I’m still sensitive”, you whine.

“I’m sorry pumpkin”, he apologizes. He starts to lick you, soft strokes of his tongue teasing your entrance and soon you feel yourself relax into his touch. He moans once he gets the first taste of Jimins cum, licking it from your entrance, loud slurping noises ringing through the room. Normally you would have felt embarrassed about the sounds, but his touch was too good to feel ashamed. His right hand comes resting next to your clit, his index and middle fingers starting to trace gentle circles on the bundle of nerves.

“Ah Kookie, it feels so good”, you groan, already feeling your high built up in your stomach once again. He starts fucking you with tongue, groans of approval leaving his chest and vibrating through your core “Yes don’t stop baby I’m so close”, you moan already readying yourself for your high.

“Stop your movements pet”, Seokjin stops Jungkook and suddenly he is gone from your core and you are left whining and writhing underneath him. You look over to Seokjin and Jimin, they are stroking their cocks both of them already hard again. You try to get them to let you cum looking at them with trembling lips, but their faces stay frozen.

“Please master I was such a good boy, can I please cum now”, Jungkook begs folding his hands in front of his chest. He is a mess, the toy in his ass did nothing more than make him want to feel full.

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely babyboy”, Jimin allows him taking pity at Jungkooks miserable state, “go on fuck Y/Ns tight little pussy”, he urges him on with a flick of his wrist and as soon as the words leave Jimins lips Jungkook is between your legs. He spreads them open starring at your core his cock twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Can I?” he asks taking his dick into his hands and guiding it to your entrance. He waits for your consent looking deeply into your eyes. You nod urging him on by pressing your feet against his ass. You are so wet he slips right into you making him groan loud at the sudden feeling.

“You are so we-wet”, he stutters staying still for a few moments, taking deep breaths or else he would have cum immediately. Once he feels in control enough he starts to move, thrusting in and out of slowly. You watch him, your eyes fixated on his heaving chest. You reach out to take one of his nipples between your fingers. He groans at the feeling of you rolling his sensitive bud between your thumb and index finger. “Don’t stop please”, he moans increasing the speed of his hips.

“Don’t cum already Jungkook-ah I have a treat for you”, Jimin suddenly says wrapping his arms around the younger mans waist. He stops, breathing hard, his eyebrows furrowed from concentrating on not cumming. Jimin removes the toy from Jungkooks ass, making him whine at the sudden loss of feeling. “Are you ready?” Jimin asks teasing his entrance with the dip of his lubed-up dick. Jungkook nods holding his breath. You watch him, still playing with his nipples and when Jimin finally slips into Jungkooks the pleasure on Jungkook face is like nothing you have ever seen before. His eyes roll back into his skull and his mouth snaps open high pitches moans leaving his lips. The snap of Jimins hips is rough, forcing Jungkook to thrust into your with every snap of his hips. You moan, the angle perfect to graze over your clit every time Jungkook shakes above you.

“You are such a good little boy, so tight for daddies cock”, Jimin groans increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Everything gets too much for Jungkook, your warm walls clenching around his aching cock, your fingers playing with his sensitive nipples and Jimins cock hitting his prostate over and over again. He cums with a loud scream falling onto his elbows from the intensity of it. He is shaking violently, his hot seed coating your walls. But Jimin doesn’t let go of him, his hips never stopping their relentless pace.

“Ah fuck”, Jungkook whines hiding his head in your neck. He grabs your hand clutching it tightly like his life depended on it. You try to sooth him, gently stroking through his hair. “It’s too much”, he sobs hot tears falling onto your neck, “please Jimin please.” The overstimulation was too much for him but still he didn’t want it to end. He clenches around Jimins cock, the older one groaning at the sensation until his thrusts become irregular and he finally cums with a loud groan of Jungkooks name.

Jimin falls back pulling Jungkook with him and embracing him in his arms and as soon as the feeling of Jungkook buried inside of you is gone you realise how much you are actually aching for release.

“Please I need to cum”, you whine, your fingers trailing down to your clit involuntarily. As soon as they start rubbing circles they are slapped away. You open your eyes, Seokjin was starring down at you with lustful eyes.

“Turn around”, he tells you and you follow. He pulls your hips into the air, pressing your face against the mattress with his other hand. He is quick to act, thrusting into you without giving you any time to adjust. He knows you are ready for it. You scream grabbing the bed sheets for support. He was so much thicker than both Jungkook and Jimin and despite Jungkooks cum lubricating you his first few thrusts hurt so good. “That’s it scream for me slut”, he says earning another scream of pleasure once he tangles his hand in your hair and pulls hard.

“Shit master ah fuck me harder please”, you yell. Your neck was hurting from having been pushed into the mattress and your scalp was burning from Seokjins rough treatment.

“Such a greedy little slut, taking my cock so well”, he grunts struggling to get the words out of his mouth. You were clenching hard around him and every snap of his hips was bringing him closer to his release. He increases the speed, easing you into your well-deserved high. It feels so good, the angle of his thrust and the length of his cock are perfect for hitting your a-spot over and over again and soon enough you are shaking underneath him, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again.

“That’s it doll fuck”, he moans cumming hard once he hears his name fall from your lips. It takes you a good twenty second to come down from the intensity of your high, your body falling limb in Seokjins arms. He holds you tight to his chest falling onto his back and pulling you with him so you were now lying on top of him.

“That was amazing”, you groan laughing tiredly.

“Yeah”, Seokjin whispers kissing the crown of your head, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you”, he apologizes, his dominate nature gone once his mind clears. He cuddles you tightly to his chest stroking your back soothingly.

“Don’t apologize it was amazing”, you reassure him kissing his naked chest.

“It really was”, Jungkook answers tiredly. Jimin had been stroking through his hair the whole time, peppering his face with kisses.

“You were such good little sluts I am so proud of you”, he praises both you and Jungkook to which you both smile. “You deserve to sleep now”, he whispers kissing Jungkooks nose. Jungkook snuggles closer to Jimin humming contently.

“Good night little one”, Seokjin whispers kissing your head once again and soon you were drifting off to sleep.

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