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hansensgirl · 4 years

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you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOU’RE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOU’LL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

A group of women erupts in laughter as they point at one of the ugly sweaters that their coworker wears. The man burns up with shame before grumbling off, making you furrow your eyebrows. You stifle a laugh, before grabbing a sugar cookie that you baked yourself. Little red sprinkles fall to the floor as you bite into the treat, the sound drowned out by the others.

The melodious voice of Mariah Carey starts playing and everyone cheers; you included. You quickly shut up, though, realizing how stupid you must look. Standing there by yourself, an elf costume on, stuffing your face full of cookies as you yell.

You find comfort in the numerous Christmas-themed treats — from sugar cookies to Rice Krispies, to cake pops. Your mouth salivates at the sight even though you just had a cookie. Everything is so irresistible… “Merry Christmas Eve!” A cheery voice calls from behind you, and your heart quickens its pace.

“Oh- uh, Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Mr. Barnes.” You stammer in shock, careful to not look up at him. You fiddle your crumb-covered fingers together, a habit that you have yet to lose. “No need to be nervous, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks, grabbing one of the cookies that are covered in green sprinkles. It’s shaped like a Christmas tree, and it’s one of your favourites.

“Uh, yes, Sir!” You answer quickly and nervously. Undeniably, everyone knows that Mr. Barnes drips with eloquence and dominance. As soon as he walks into the room, everyone either wants to be with him or be him. Everyone vies after him, and he knows that. He knows that, and he just makes it worse and worse and- “Why’re you alone by the snack table, doll?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh well- I’m not overly friendly with the others- I mean I’m not rude to them! I’m just not close to them, that’s all.” You ramble nervously, wringing your hands. Bucky places a heavy hand on your shoulder and the butterflies in your start fluttering even harder and faster.

You struggle to look him in the eyes, those darned cerulean eyes that make you weak in the knees. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that… Have you been drinking, doll?” He asks you, and you choke on your saliva. “Oh I don’t drink, sorry if I’m being annoying…” You sheepishly apologize, realizing how out of line you must be acting. Truthfully, Mr. Barnes always has that effect on you.

“Uh- I should probably go see if everything is in order.” You say before Mr. Barnes can say anything else to you. “Happy Holidays!” You call out as you speed walk as far away your legs can take you. Three glasses of eggnog have you wobbling slightly but you’re determined to be far away from Mr. Barnes and the others.

In a way, they aren’t really your bosses. They’re just the CEOs and your boss is the head of the HR department. …Perhaps they are your bosses, but you’ve never really talked to them much. Mr. Bodecker’s temper always frightens you, Mr. Blackwood’s stare would always have you shaking, Mr. Barnes’s aura always makes you weak, and then there’s Mr. Stan himself. Everything about him sends numerous emotions through you and others as well.

You lean back against the wall and pull your phone out, sighing with a heavy heart. You’re not sure if it’s the heavy nostalgia of seeing Santa Claus sitting on a throne or the wallpaper on your screen but either one makes you tear up slightly. You already took photos of the party, and you’ve already sent well wishes to your friends, family and coworkers.

You look back up from your phone and try to decide whether or not you should scroll through your camera roll just to look busy to others. Whilst you ponder with your hazy mind, you accidentally lock eyes with Santa Claus. Younger you would’ve freaked out, but older you burns up with embarrassment. Suddenly, his white-gloved hand beckons you to him with a come-hither motion.

You point at yourself just to make sure because only you know how many mistakes you’ve made of thinking that someone was pointing at you. He nods and smiles, but you’re still not sure. Call it paranoia, call it anxiety, but there’s no way in hell that you’re going to make a fool of yourself on Christmas Eve.

You’re still unsure, so you look around and everyone else is off getting wasted in the main hall. Shiny confetti crunches under your flats as you hesitatingly walk over to Santa. He flashes you a smile and maybe it’s the egg nog talking but his pearly whites look awfully familiar to you. A waitress crosses your path, like a deer suddenly crossing the road. The platter that she holds gets slightly jilted but the shot glasses of tequila survive and her too.

You stop her and grab a couple of shots, taking them down the hatch with no shame at all. Liquid fire claims your throat as you have no remorse for your future self who’ll be hugging a toilet in the morning. You cough and sputter as you continue your way to Santa Claus. “Merry Christmas Eve, little girl!” He cheers delightfully.

You giggle drunkenly, the kind of laugh that would make anyone fall for you. “Oh, so no ‘Merry Christmas Eve’ for me? Seems like someone is asking for coal, or maybe even a spanking.” He drawls in a slight country-Santa accent. Perhaps your ears aren’t deceiving you, but there's no plausible way that Santa Claus just said… that.

“Oh— uh— Merry Christmas Eve!” You whoop, before bursting out in another fit of bubbly giggles. He laughs with you, but only for a few moments before taking in your appearance. Though you’re drunk on tequila, a few sips of wine from before the party and eggnog, he’s aiming to get drunk on your aura. Quiet yet sweet, a nervous mess that only furthers your adorable-ness and amazing desserts.

“See something you like, Mr. Claus?” You question him, snapping him out of his daze. You wiggle your eyebrows to your best ability, but you’re no actress. “Well, maybe I do, little girl.” He winks at you, and you swear that you’ve seen him before. “Wait- Do you work here? Or did we just hire you?” You ask him, as though you’re interviewing him.

“Can’t hire Santa Claus, little girl.” He disappointingly clicks his tongue. You let out an ‘oh’ before letting out a small laugh. He smiles at you and you bite your lipstick stained lip. Your coworkers are chanting in the background but you choose to artfully block them out. Maybe you’re not choosing, and it’s just the alcohol doing its wonders.

“I’m not little, why are you callin’ me little girl?” You slur your words as you question him again. “You are a little girl, and I can’t believe you’re back talking to Santa!” He scolds you, making your eyes water. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout and you’re doing the best puppy eyes that you can. “You been drinking a lot, huh little girl?” He asks you, turning the tables and you gladly let him.

“Yep! Gotta stay hydrated…” You tell him in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle. “Silly little girl, getting all drunk in front of her coworkers…” He chides, grabbing your almost flailing arms. He pulls you up into his lap with a grunt, even though it doesn’t take much strength. You’re immediately reminded of the way he used to sit you in his lap.

Spinning you around in circles at first, loud giggles and begging for them to stop. Perhaps it’s fortunate that the alcohol renders your mind fuzzy and you can only make out a few colour blobs. “Whaddya’ want for Christmas, little girl?” He teasingly questions, smoothing a white-gloved hand over your hair. “Hmm, I can have anything?” You ask him, a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. He nods, taking his thumb and lifting it to your mouth.

Oh, how he has the urge to just push his thumb past your lips and make you choke on it. “Well… I want a raise, even though I’m not all that worthy of the company… Just like my ex said, I’m easily replaceable. Oh! Can I ask for another thing?” You perk up even though your throat burns with sadness and your eyes are almost leaking.

Interested, Lee nods and drags his thumb across your rouge top lip. If he didn’t have a wife who drags him to makeup stores on the regular, he would’ve thought your lipstick was expensive. But it isn’t, because there’s no way your paycheck can afford a lipstick from Hermes or Christian Louboutin. “Can I know why my boyfriend left me? I know I may seem dull and quiet, but I have more to myself…” You sadly ask him, ashamed of how he abandoned you for one of your closest friends.

Lee’s heart breaks in two — making him question whether or not he had a heart after all. Insults had him believing that he’s heartless, but you’re making him question every fibre of his being. “I’m sorry about that, little girl. But what we don’t know can’t hurt us, right? Curiosity killed the cat, little girl.” He reminds you, talking down to you as though you truly are a little girl. “But satisfaction brought it back.” You sass in return, your voice cracking from the impending tears and alcohol.

“You need to listen to me, little girl. Your boyfriend doesn’t know jackshit about treating a girl like you right. He probably doesn’t even know where your clit is.” He scoffs abruptly. You lean in, listening to him as though he’s the wisest man ever. “Bet he can’t fuck that tight lil’ pussy a’ yours as well as a real man like me can.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core.

“Didn’t know Santa Claus had such a filthy mouth…” You tease him, running your hands up and down his thick thighs. He groans, his cock stiffening up inside his red trousers.

“But, before anything like that happens… I would really like to have a raise.” You say with a heavy-hearted sigh. Lee has the urge to grab you tightly and shove his big, hard cock into any wet hole of yours. “Alright, little girl. But you need to continue to be a good girl, or else I won’t be able to get you anything except for a spanking.” He warns with a faux-smile beneath his fake beard. You giggle and squeeze his thighs, almost like a wave goodbye.

You stumble off, probably to go pee or hurl your guts into a toilet. He watches as your hips sway with each step of yours. The sight fuels the thought of you grinding yourself on his cock as you beg him to fuck you. He notices the party has died down to just people humping each other to party songs. Grumbling, Lee pulls the awfully fake beard away from his handsome face. Before, he was cursing his luck for drawing the short stick to become Santa. But now, he’s glad.

He’ll talk to your boss about the raise, maybe along with a promotion. If only the others could mind their own businesses. Literally. He’s glad that he wore only a dress shirt and not the double-breasted suit Jane suggested for him. “You comin’ or what? We gotta’ make these deals before everyone leaves.” Bucky asks as he swiftly walks past Lee. Lee nods and starts to take off the rest of the obnoxious costume. Bucky puts no effort into stifling his chuckle, a known trait of his.

Bucky smooths his hair back, even though not one strand is out of place. His arm whirrs wildly and his fist clenches every few seconds. His stress symptoms were the worst, but they’ve never been this bad. It’s risky; the deal that they’re about to make. For months, they had been making secret bribes, forging numbers and signatures, and putting their employees in loopholes from their contracts. But this deal was the riskiest. Their plan was well thought out, all thanks to Charles, whose middle name might as well be devious.

He stands in front of one of the glass doors. His reflection looks back at him. Somehow, the dark look in his eyes becomes enhanced. His huge frame only makes him more intimidating, but he knows that no woman ever had a problem with it. Except for one. “You comin’?” Lee asks as he brushes past Bucky, mocking his words from earlier on. Bucky rolls his eyes like a spoiled rich kid because he is one.

Bucky buttons his suit jacket and exhales one last time. He walks to his right and pushes the door open with only a little bit of strength. Laughter from different men fills the room, along with thick tension and the smell of expensive booze. “Oh, look who decided to join us!” Ransom sarcastically jabs at Bucky. “Look who finally got laid. I was beginning to think you couldn’t get it up anymore, Drysdale.” Bucky sneers at him, pouring himself a glass of Dalmore 62.

Ransom grumbles a few curse words under his breath and a prideful smirk spreads across Bucky’s face. They all have their ties loosened, maybe even the top buttons of their shirts but nobody cares enough to look. All but Mr. Stan and Mr. Evans are relaxed. They stare at each other with such glares they could murder one another. They all sit in their chairs, all similar. Except for Mr. Stan, who seems as though he’s sitting on a throne.

“They havin’ a starin’ contest or what?” Lee questions Bucky, downing the rest of the whiskey. “I don’t know, but didn’t they hate each other over some family feud shit?” Bucky asks in return, handing Lee the bottle of highland malt scotch. “Like the game?” Lee jokingly asks, knowing that the two head owners of the companies loved to get into petty squabbles. “We all fucking wish.” Bucky jeers, eliciting a chuckle from Lee. As much as they all hate each other, they always did have their moments when they weren’t insulting each other.

The only one who isn’t drinking, Andy, pipes up from all the talking. “So are we going to make this deal or not? I gotta get home for Christmas.” He grumbles just like the old man he is. “Oh fuck you, Barber. Just because you went to Harvard doesn’t mean you’re some busy guy.” Steve jabs, clenching his jaw in annoyance. He always hated Andy, and he proudly showed it.

Charles snickers, Ransom too. Lee and Bucky smirk from the sidelines. Andy clicks his tongue in a threatening way. But Sebastian and Chris send daggers in the form of glares at them. “I suppose we could sign the contracts and then celebrate… I could call the girls from Eighteen30’s.” Sebastian proposes, standing up from his seat. He emerges from the darkness like Batman, his beautiful eyes gleaming in the light. Everyone in the room groans in pleasure, recalling the moments they remembered from the last time they went to Eighteen30’s.

Andy pulls the contract out of his briefcase; an obvious “Andy” move. The sounds of glasses being set down on surfaces fill the room at different pitches. Evans simply turns around, stroking his beard as if he wants to say something. “Got something to say, Evans?” Charles asks him, giving him a devilish smile. “No, just thinking about how I’m gonna be rich as fuck once the ink dries.” He says in almost a hopeful manner. He thinks he has everyone deceived, but it’s the total opposite.

They all choose to keep quiet, wanting to just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. “Just to be sure… We all know what this entails, right? More money, more power.” Sebastian states, pouring himself a glass of whisky. He never minds the burn, he actually loves it. They all nod, because who doesn’t love money and power? They all pull a pen out of their jackets, ever the businessmen. One by one, in smooth black loops, they sign their full names on the contracts.

Sebastian and Chris are the last to sign because their names carry the most weight. Charles lights his pipes and sighs as he takes a drag of smoke from it. As Lee watches Charles puff the smoke out of his mouth, he has the urge to light up a cigarette. But he can’t, because his doctor told him not to. So now he has to suffer the pain of fighting away that urge and Charles all but taunts him. He watches, and he fights, and he watches until he snaps.

“‘Scuse me.” He says, getting up. “Are you going for the champagne?” Sebastian asks, tracing the rim of his glass. Lee nods, lying to his business partner and longtime friend. “I’ll come with, can’t fucking stand the darkness.” He grumbles, following Lee. They both appreciate the fact that the part is still lively, maybe even more as booze has taken over everyone’s body. “Hey man, sorry you had to be Santa this year.” Sebastian apologizes, clearing his throat beforehand.

It’s not unexpected. Lee already knows that Sebastian is comfortable with him. “Ah, it’s alright. Only had to talk to a couple ‘a horny girls and Mrs. Patterson’s son. That lil’ fucker is cute an’ all, but he fuckin’ drooled on my hand.” Lee rants to him, making him let out a chuckle. “Well, the girls weren’t all that bad, right?” Sebastian questions him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “They were… somethin’. Most of them were obnoxious, except for one of ‘em.” Lee admits to him.

“Oh really? Anyone I might know?” Sebastian continues, handing Lee a cigarette. Lee gruffly thanks him and hands him his Valentino lighter. “Hmm… not sure. I don’t think anyone really knows her, she seems quiet. But she was drunk, so that was nice.” Lee tells him, sparing certain details. “She wanted a raise, and to know why her boyfriend left her for some other girl. I think it was her friend. Either way, she nearly started cryin’ on my lap.” Lee recounts to him, something he’d only do with his therapist.

Besides fucking her, of course.

“Oh… maybe we could give her a raise. Do you see her here?” Sebastian asks him with a smirk on his face. Lee wonders if Sebastian is thinking of the same thing that he is, and vice versa. Lee’s blown out eyes scan the crowd for you, hoping you’re still here. Maybe perhaps even more drunk than before. “She’s in this burgundy dress and had a mini Santa hat on… Red lipstick too.” Lee describes to him. Sebastian nods his head and keeps on looking for you.

“Think she had lingerie on underneath the dress… probably wanted to get back with her boyfriend.” Lee begrudgingly admits to Sebastian, finishing his cigarette. Smoke flies from both of them yet nobody seems to care. “How do you know she had lingerie on?” Sebastian teasingly asks him. Lee’s face burns up with slight embarrassment. “I… I was feeling her up, I couldn't help myself. She was all over me in the cutest way possible.” Even though Lee doesn’t give a rat’s ass about God, he’d swear on her that he’s telling the truth.

“Is that her?” Sebastian asks him, pointing at you as you walk out of the women’s bathroom. “Yeah…” Lee puts out his cigarette and throws it beside him, leaving it for the janitor to pick up. Sebastian does the same, aiming his cigarette more accurately. “Fuck, that little doll? I’ve always had my sights set on her. Always so cute and shy… Never bothered anyone.” Sebastian groans, hoping— no, knowing that Lee and the others are on the same boat as he.

“I have an idea,” Lee says, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sebastian follows him, going along with whatever his idea is. From your spot at the snack table, you manage to fill your now empty stomach with your sugar cookies. You’re slightly disappointed that not many of your treats have disappeared, but you tell yourself the night is still young. You look up at the sound of footsteps coming closer and nearly choke on a cookie.

“Oh my— uh, Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Stan and Mr. Bodecker!” You cheer, stumbling on your words and yourself. “Hi, darlin’,” Lee says, giving you his signature ‘ladies only’ smile. You feel yourself become shy at the sight, but Mr. Stan makes you look back up. He clears his voice and you take in both of them. They both stand tall and intimidating, with enchanting stares that just capture you. “Merry Christmas Eve to you too, little girl,” Sebastian says, taking in your form.

You look absolutely adorable and innocent in front of them. In your little burgundy dress and Santa hat… slightly tipsy with cookie crumbs all over your face. “We came over here to ask you for a quick favour… We just closed one of our biggest deals and we’d love for you to help us bring the champagne. Maybe make a toast with us? It’s the least we can do since you brought all these lovely treats.” Lee explains, grabbing himself a sugar cookie.

It’s identical to the one you have in your hand; except yours is half-eaten and his only has a small nibble. “M- Me? Really?” You ask in shock, nearly going into full cardiac arrest. They probably don’t even know your name, but that doesn’t matter. At least they’re talking to you. “Yep! Unless someone else made all these delicious desserts.” Sebastian jokes around, slightly admitting that he tried a cookie. You shake your head in object and lace your sweaty fingers together.

God, why did you have to drink?

“I’d love to, Sirs.” You whisper with the utmost grace you can muster up whilst being half-drunk. They both nod and Lee places a heavy arm around your shoulders. The cookie in your hand breaks and you not so discreetly drop all the crumbs onto the floor. “Can I ask what the deal is for?” You question, not even daring to look up from the floor. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry your cute little brain about,” Sebastian tells you with a smile, quickly shutting you up and shutting the topic down.

They lead you to the bar and Sebastian makes a simple gesture with his hand. The bartender makes quick work of getting five champagne bottles and you’re easily amazed. Without realizing it, your jaw drops slightly in awe. Both Sebastian and Lee chuckle at how cute you are. The sounds are absolute heaven and they force you to realize something.

Holy-fucking-shit— You have feelings for your bosses.

You choke on your saliva at the epiphany, making Sebastian and Lee jump to you in concern. “Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asks you, rubbing your back gently. Lee does this same, but his hand inches down to the small of your back. With anyone, you would jerk away and feel very uncomfortable. But with them… With them, it’s the complete opposite. You nod as you slowly calm down. The bartender sets the numerous bottles of champagne down on the bar.

Two bottles of Dom Pérignon, two bottles of Boërl & Kroff Magnum and one bottle of Goût de Diamant Brut. It’s the most expensive champagne in the world, costing $1.2 million. But to them and the company, it’s no big deal. You only know the price because he would rave about it on and on. You sniffle at the memory and Lee shushes you in a calming matter.

“Here, you lift this one, and we’ll carry the rest,” Lee instructs, handing you one of the bottles of Dom Pérignon. You hold onto the bottle tightly, but not too tightly. Sebastian and Lee point to where they’re going to celebrate, just to direct you. You walk in small steps, careful to not drop the bottle. They’d probably murder you if you did. “Right there, little girl… I— uh, I heard you wanted a raise, is that true?” Lee asks you, desperate to hear your lovely voice.

“Uh yeah, I just haven’t had a raise since I’ve been working here. All my coworkers are constantly getting raises…” You sheepishly admit to your two bosses. They nod and frown, how long has that been going on? They’ve kept their eyes on you since you started working here. You reach the door and you don’t open it because your two hands are occupied. Lee oddly knocks on the door, perhaps in a code. A few seconds pass, but the alcohol in your system makes it feel like an eternity.

Mr. Barnes opens up the door and gasps at you. “Nice to see you again, little girl.” He greets, smirking down at you. The sober version of you would’ve noticed the plethora of men in the room, but drunk-you can’t focus on too much at once. You nod shakily, swallowing thickly as you remember your encounter with Bucky earlier this evening. Bucky takes the champagne bottle from you and leads you inside, Sebastian and Lee following.

Bucky briefly leaves the room after setting down the bottle of champagne on one of the tables. It’s incredibly dark in the room and you can only make out the lights coming from the city. Sebastian flicks the lights on and you bite back a hiss at the sudden change. You look around and nearly drop dead right there and then. The company’s biggest enemies are here, smug as ever. “I… Huh?” You’re confused, not sure if your mind is playing a wicked trick on you.

Mr. Blackwood takes a drag from his pipe and then puts it out, the only remnants of it being the scent of smoke. In front of you, though, are Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Barber, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Evans. “Is this the little minx you’ve been telling us about?” Steve asks your bosses, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Yep, even better in person,” Bucky says, pushing your hair to the side. “What’s going on?” You ask, trying to move away from him. Lee quickly stops you, his pudgy stomach pushing you closer to Bucky.

“Like I said before, little girl. Nothin’ for you to worry your little brain about.” Lee says, his country drawl sending shivers throughout your body. Little girl… The nickname is all too familiar, and it’s not like anyone else with a country accent would call you that. “You were Santa Claus?” You ask him, slightly nudging him. “She’s smart… Can’t fucking wait to make her go all stupid for our cocks.” Ransom says, a smug half-grin on his face.

You whimper at his words because they’re straight out of your greatest fantasies.

“Oh you like that, don’t you? You really wanna be dumb and stupid for our cocks?” Bucky asks in a condescending tone. You shake your head no because all you want is to get out of here. “Let’s get the real party started…” Chris ominously says, grabbing a bottle of Dom Pérignon. He pops it open, the wooden cork flying to the other side of the room.

Foam pours out of the bottle and everyone cheers, minus yourself. Instead, you flinch and still try to move from their grasps. Andy hands him the glasses and he pours everyone half a glass. You, on the other hand, receive a full glass with a strawberry inside. “I- I think I had enough to drink tonight…” You shyly tell them, inching your body away from Andy. “Nonsense, celebrate with us, little girl.” He objects, beginning to tilt the glass forward.

You shake your head and twist your face away, but Bucky’s metal hand stops you. He roughly grabs your jaw and squeezes until your mouth pops open. Champagne fills your mouth and you refuse to swallow. Lee’s fingers dance across your cheek and clamp over your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. “C’mon, swallow it all. Do it like the good little girl you are.” Charles demands, the praise going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You cave because there’s no way you’re winning this. Against your will, you swallow the bubbly golden liquid. Slight carbonation sizzles on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You have to admit, it is absolutely delightful. You now see why rich people drink it like it’s water. “That’s a good girl. See? Wasn’t so bad after all.” Andy praises you, tapping your cheek as though you’re a pet.

You whimper again, feeling Lee and Bucky grab your arms tightly. “As much as I love that cute little dress, I’d prefer to see you out of it,” Ransom smirks, handing Andy another glass of champagne. This time, it’s a glass of Boërl & Kroger Magnum. It’s stronger, much stronger than the previous one. Ransom’s hands come to the front of your favourite dress and a loud rip reverberates throughout the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the room fills with whistles and groans. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl.” Lee groans, his cock swelling up once again. Suddenly, everyone’s trousers are a few sizes too small. They drink in your lingerie-clad form and you grow even shyer underneath their strong gazes. “I don’t know if I wanna fuck you in this little get-up, or rip it off and then fuck you.” Steve groans, palming himself through his dress pants.

You don’t realize until now that they’ve all surrounded you. Andy tilts the glass into your slack jaw and you allow the bubbly beverage to fill your mouth. Why fight it? Plus, there’s no way you can get wasted off of champagne. You can feel a bit of champagne dribble down your chin and towards your cleavage. It has you feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed than you already are.

The sight fuels everyone in the room. “Fuck it,” Steve says, grabbing the glass from Andy. He throws it behind him, a crash reverberating in the room. You flinch at the sound and Ransom cooes condescendingly. “Are you scared, little girl?” Ransom asks you, tilting your chin up to his face. His blue eyes are blown out with lust and darkness. He smashes his lips against yours and you’re not sure whether to kiss him back or not.

A harsh hand squeezing your ass warns you to mimic his movements. The kiss is rough and filled with need. You try to keep up with kiss lips, so focused on doing it correctly. You don’t even realize that you’re being moved to one of the couches and that everyone has been stripped from their suits. The only article of clothing on the men is their boxers. Ransom shoves his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate you. Sets of hands begin to feel up your body — groping, squeezing, rubbing.

You feel someone else’s lips on your neck, lightly peppering kisses near that sweet spot of yours. As soon as Charles hits it, you melt in all of their hands. “That’s a good girl, yeah.” Chris praises, cupping one of your tits through your bra. The strings on your lingerie are tearing away, the sound echoing in your ears. Your bra and underwear remain, with tethers of red string on them. Sebastian’s hands run up and down your waist, making goosebumps form.

You aren’t sure what Lee, Andy and Steve are doing, but you know their hands are on you somewhere. Then, Ransom pulls away. Your lips are swollen and they even hurt a bit, too. You can feel wetness pooling in your red panties, but you’re too drunk to care about your sudden neediness. You’re worried about what’s going to happen. Lee lifts you and places you on the expensive shag carpet.

You whimper in pain as the carpet digs into your skin remorselessly. “Sorry, baby. It’ll be worth it, don’t worry.” Lee gently tells you, rubbing your cheek. Suddenly, he strikes you harshly. You let out a shriek of pain and fear, but you’re quickly shushed. “Shh, I know you like that, look -- You’re rubbing your thighs together like a lil’ slut.” He jeers, stroking the other cheek. You whimper and shake your head, even though he’s correct.

“Lying isn’t very nice, little girl,” Steve warns, standing next to Lee. You look up at them both, tears welling in your beautiful eyes. The sight makes them even harder than they already are, to the point where it’s almost unbearable. Lee pulls his boxers down and so does Steve. You gasp and your jaw nearly drops. Their cocks bunce up and slap their lower abdomens. Pre-cum leaks from their swollen, red tips. They’re both roughly the same size, but Lee is thicker than Steve.

“You like what you see, little girl?” Steve asks, grabbing the base of his cock. It looks even bigger in his large hands, and you gulp in fear. You’re not sure why you’re nodding, but you can’t stop yourself. Lee gives his cock a few strokes, and Steve grabs a handful of your hair. You whimper loudly as he drags you closer to his cock. “Say ‘ahh’.” Steve teases, before shoving his cock into your mouth.

You’ve done this before, but never with someone of his length and girth. Your mouth and jaw immediately start to hurt at the stretch. His cock is only halfway into your mouth, but it’s quite possibly one of the worst feelings ever. Steve tugs at your hair again, and you take it as a sign to start sucking. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, your tongue laving at the bottom of his cock.

You can feel the different veins on his cock throb, pulsating underneath the wetness of your tongue. He groans above you and the others in the room whistle at you. You’re not sure where to look, so your eyes dart around. You end up locking eyes with the man above you and your squeak around his cock. The vibrations of your voice have him cursing like a sailor. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl. So good at sucking cock.” He praises, petting the top of your head.

You involuntarily hum at the praise, squeezing your thighs together. Suddenly, you’re pulled off of Steve’s cock. You gasp for air, not even realizing how you were barely breathing whilst sucking his cock. Your chest heaves and your heart clamours as Lee drags you closer to him. He slaps the fat tip of his cock on your thrumming cheek. You flinch, feeling sticky pre-cum stain your face. Lee shoves his cock in your mouth the same way Steve did, only this time he forces you all the way down.

Your nose meets his fuzzy, soft tummy. You gag and sputter around his cock, trying to control your very much needed breathing. Lee places both his hands on each side of your head. Somehow, he’s still a bit gentle with you, even though he’s forcing you to suck his cock. He slowly moves your head up and down, moaning softly at the feeling of your wet mouth. Saliva coats his coat with a sticky sheen that only helps you make him feel good and nothing more.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans loudly, tossing his head back. You swallow around his cock, your threat constricting around him for a brief moment. You can feel his heavy balls against your chin for a few moments every now and then. All of a sudden, you’re once again pulled away from his cock. Steve forces himself farther into your mouth, just like Lee.

You feel light-headed from the little bit of air you’re getting. But you know that’s not their priority. Gags fill the room and your eyes roll back into your head. You aren’t pulled off of his cock, yet. “Fuck, I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying this as much as you are, Steve,” Bucky says, only just realizing that you’re trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. Everyone’s eyes fall to your cunt, where you’re rubbing your thighs together and humping the hair like a little bunny.

“Bet she probably doesn’t even realize it…” Ransom smirks, feeling his cock throb. You can only hear some of their words. You don’t know what they’re talking about, but it can’t be good. Steve begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, moving his hips back and forth. His balls slap your chin, his cock stretches your mouth and his moans are the only thing your ears can hear. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He announces, and you shake your head in objection.

You place your hands on his thighs and push him as much as you can. Your efforts are wasted because he doesn’t budge at all. You decide to resort to hitting, but it still doesn’t do anything. Steve suddenly still and his cum shoots down your throat. White stickiness fills your mouth up and you whine loudly. Steve paints your mouth with white streaks and he sighs loudly. He doesn’t pull out even after he’s already come, and you’re confused.

“C’mon, swallow it all like the good little slut you are.” He husks, his voice a bit hoarse. He shoves his cock more into your throat and you have no choice but to swallow it all. As soon as you do, Lee pulls you away from Steve. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He grumbles loud enough for only you to hear. He gives a nod to someone and then grabs a hold of your head again. “Shh it’s okay, you can do it. I know you can, you’re a good girl.” He eases, slowly pushing his cock into your wet cavern.

Unlike Steve, Lee is a bit gentler. Maybe it’s because his heart is slightly bigger than his dick. His cock hits your gag reflex and you’re so fucking lucky that you aren’t having any… accidents. Steve’s cum is still lingering in your mouth — musky, a little salty, and sticky. The droplets that are on the side of your mouth roll down Lee’s cock, leaving slight wetness on him that isn’t saliva. As soon as your nose nuzzles against his stomach, he groans.

He keeps your head locked in place for some reason, you’re not exactly sure why. Maybe he’s giving you some time to get used to his thickness. You hum in delight, a way of showing that you’re thankful that he’s sparing you some humanity. He chuckles, stroking one of your cock-filled cheeks. Cold fingers crawl between your thigh and you jump in fear. Your body doesn’t fully jerk away because of Lee’s strength. You can see Bucky smirking from your peripheral view and he rubs your wet cunt through the panties.

You shake your head and try to kick him away, but he stops you from protesting. Bucky spanks your ass harshly, watching as the skin ripples from the force. “Uh uh, stop that. Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you ‘till you’re bleeding.” He threatens, placing one of his knees on your leg. You try to wiggly away from him, but your attempts are fruitless. You accept defeat, but only for now.

His metal hand returns to your cunt and he grabs the crotch of your soaking wet underwear. Bucky pulls it away from your cunt and you can still see his grin as smug as ever. You look up at Lee and your eyes plead for him to stop it all, but he just rubs your bulging throat. He moans at the slight pleasure and you gulp in fear. His thumb rubs at your cheek whilst Bucky rips your underwear away from your pussy.

Sebastian, Chris, Ransom, Andy, Charles, and Steve watch the sight before them with their hands palming their hard cocks. “She’s so fucking wet, aren’t you, little girl? Bet you got this wet just from sucking their cocks, ‘cause you love it so much. You love being a little slut for us.” He sneers, lightly smacking your cunt. You whimper around Lee’s cock and he grows tired of holding back.

He drags his hips back slightly and moves your head away from his cock, before pushing you back down rather quickly and harshly. You feel Bucky’s fingers trace at your drooling hole, occasionally dipping the tip of one of his fingers inside. He traces your wet lips and your sensitive clit too. You twitch at the sudden stimulation. Lee guides you up and down his cock at a rather decent pace. Your gags, wet noises and Lee’s moans fill the room in a rather melodious manner.

Bucky pushes one finger into your tight cunt, groaning at how your pussy immediately hugs his digit. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This cunt just needs to be destroyed, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, we’re gonna ruin it for any other man.” Bucky chuckles, pushing his digit further into you. He feels around, searching that spot that you haven’t found yet.

“You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, little girl. So fuckin’ pretty, ‘s like it was made just for me.” Lee cooes at you, thrusting even harder into your mouth. Tears sting your eyes but you ignore them. Bucky let’s put a noise of satisfaction and pride as you clench around his fingers. “There it is… Do you like it when I touch you like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin’ love it.” He husks in your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe.

You squeeze your eyes shut once Bucky starts moving his fingers inside you. Lee fucks your face with sloppy movements, signalling his impending orgasm. You place your hands on his thick, squishy thighs. Your short nails dig into his soft skin slightly as Bucky assaults your g-spot with his metal fingers. Lee pulls out your hair, a delicious sting radiating from your head. The pain makes you sputter once again around his cock, and that’s when Lee loses himself.

Just like Steve, he shoves his cock further down your throat as he hits his orgasm. His hot cum shoots down your throat, some of it filling your mouth up along with his cock. His hips are stilled but his cock is twitching almost wildly in your mouth. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue and you’re more ashamed than ever. Hopefully, it’s all over now. You shut your eyes close, unable to look Lee in his eyes.

He gives your cheek a light slap, and this time you don’t shriek or flinch. You swallow obediently around his cock, losing all defiance just so that it can all be over. You cringe at the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, which is a fleeting moment. Bucky’s other hand reaches down to play with your little pearl of nerves. Suddenly, you’re gushing around his single-digit as it thrusts in and out of your pussy. “You look so pretty when you come, little girl. Such a sight.” Bucky whispers in your ear, kissing your neck.

“Aw, you love this, don’t you?” Lee asks, watching as you struggle to keep yourself together. You shake your head, even though the man above you doesn’t allow you to move. “Yeah, you do. You love sucking your seniors’ cocks and having your bosses watch. That’s why you’re all wet, right? Soaking Bucky’s fingers an’ coming all around them.” Lee presses, pulling his cock out. Somehow, he’s still as hard as ever. Steve too.

You open your mouth up to scream for help, but Ransom quickly stops you. His hand wraps around your neck and squeezes, cutting you off. Your scream for help dies down in your throat and so has all the fight in your body. Bucky continues to fuck you with his finger and his hand doesn’t leave your clit either. His movements are quicker, much quicker. Ransom leans his face close to yours, a dangerous scowl staining his.

“Do you want us to be rough, hm? We can fucking ruin you, and your holes. Are you that fucking stupid to try and scream? Who’s gonna help you anyway? Especially if they walk in to see you bouncing up and down on our cocks, begging for our cum.” He spits, squeezing your throat even tighter. “I— I’m sorry.” You apologize, scared of the man in front of you and the others who surround you.

You can feel yourself slowly losing consciousness, slowly but surely. Tears sting your eyes and begin to leak down your cheeks, maybe Ransom chuckle. You can feel his pinky ring dig into the skin of your neck, just like how you can feel Bucky’s fingers push against your sweet spot. “Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna cum like a good girl?” He asks lowly, staring right into your eyes. You’re not sure what the right answer is, but you can barely think.

From the loss of oxygen to the way Bucky's fingers and slowing down and denying your pleasure. You feel Ransom’s fingers loosen a bit, almost as if he’s giving you a hint. You’re sure he knows you can’t think straight, and he’s probably going to tease you for it. “I… I wanna cum like-- like a good girl…” You breathlessly admit, feeling your eyes flutter shut. “Please…” You beg, more tears leaking from your glassy eyes.

Ransom lets go of your neck but he doesn’t let you fall. Bucky’s ministrations on your pussy speed up, bringing you closer to the edge. White fire burns in your stomach and cunt as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Please, please, please, Sir…” You unconsciously beg, before starting to sob. “Awe… Look at you, so desperate. Hm? You don’t even care if you were gonna pass out, you just want to come.” Ransoms jabs at you, grabbing your face roughly.

You can see that he’s taken off his boxers, his hard cock hanging between his built thighs. “Do it, come right fucking now.” He demands, before hollowing his cheeks out. You can’t see what he’s doing through your bleary eyesight, but you have a feeling that it isn’t good for you. You let out a gasp as Ransom spit on your face, his sticky salvia painting your left cheek.

It drips down to your open mouth in the worst way possible. You let it roll into your mouth because you can’t stop it. “Oh my God, yes…” You pant desperately as you hit your climax. You cum all over Bucky’s fingers, your cunt spasming. You moan loudly, just like the slut they claim you are. Bucky rubs your clit and continues to finger you until you can barely keep yourself up. “So sensitive… God, I’m gonna have so much fun with this pussy.” Bucky groans, slowing down his movements.

You barely have any time to collect yourself from your heaven-sent orgasm. You’re being lifted and placed on someone else. You rub your eyes and turn around, just to see Andy smirking up at you. His kind-seeming eyes, but his smile tells a different story. You turn back around, just to see your bosses and their deviant partners surrounding you. Charles steps forward with his signet ring-decorated hand wrapped around his cock.

He stares you down as he spits in his hands and brings it to his cock. He strokes himself slowly, the salvia making lewd squelching sounds. Andy’s hands crawl up your ass to your soft thighs. He grabs your skin and spreads your legs as wide as he deems best. His thighs rest under yours as Charles kneels down in front of you. “Such a pretty little pussy, Bambina.” He softly tells you, as though he’s your lover.

It seems that you’re looking at him, it truly does. But in reality, you’ve zoned out to a land far, far away from where there were no monsters like these men. Only princes and heroes like him. “Look at her, she looks so fucked out.” Steve comments, pointing at you. Charles hums, before snapping his fingers. Your trip is cut short, and you’re back to reality. Charles grabs the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your sensitive clit, making you twitch.

Andy runs two of his fingers across your face; his pointer and his middle finger. He moves down to your slightly parted lips and pushes them inside. Charles smears his pre-cum against your wet lips, mixing the stickiness with your cum. You whimper at the feeling and focus on that only. “C’mon, suck on my fingers like it’s my cock, little girl.” Andy urges, pressing your tongue with his fingers.

You hesitatingly comply, trying to please him. The more you listen, the quicker it’ll all be over, right? “You’re just a good little slut, aren’t you? So good, the best little girl ever.” Charles praises, running the head of his cock through your folds. If this was all… okay, then you would agree with him and serve your duties as a good girl. But it isn’t okay, so you leave it at that. Charles pulls his now soaking wet cock away from your pussy, and you feel him push in.

But it isn’t him. It’s Andy’s cock. He slowly pushes into you, stretching you until it hurts like nothing before. He bottoms out with a loud moan that nearly makes your right ear hurt. He doesn’t begin to fuck you brutally, as any man would. No, he stays buried in your wet cunt and Charles seizes the moment. His wet cock head nudges against your other hole, the one that was forbidden to your boyfriend — ex-boyfriend.

You flinch and try to close your legs, but Andy stops you as quickly as possible. “Please…” You beg, using your eyes to tell him “No, I don’t want this. Please stop.” He shushes you and pushes the head of his cock in slightly. You’re gratefully he doesn’t just get on with it and brutalizes you. Andy pulls out of your wet cunt and you’re immensely confused.

To be honest, though, you always are.

Charles pushes into your cunt and fills you up like Andy. He immediately finds your sweet spot just like Bucky did. Andy grabs his cock and leads it to your tighter hole, before slowly pushing in. He groans loudly at how tight you are, how much you’re squeezing him like a vice. “No, stop it, please.” You beg, trying to get up from your spot on his chest.

He pulls you back down and Charles wraps his hand around your throat. “Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth before I get one of them to stuff it full with their cock.” He threatens. His face is calm in the most frightening way possible. Andy curses behind you as he finally bottoms out inside your ass. The pain makes you want to scream, but after your previous antics, you choose to just bite your lip and keep quiet.

Your short, red nails dig into your palms and draw blood, but it doesn’t hurt that badly. They both nod at each other but you don’t notice it at all, too focused on the excruciating pain you’re feeling. You might say that you’re about to pass out, but you can’t even form anything more than “please,” and moans of pain. Charles’s rough thumb rests upon your throbbing clit, ready to bring you to your orgasm.

But God, you’re squeezing his cock so tightly with your pussy it takes him a few moments to collect himself. “You’re squeezing our cocks so nicely, little baby. You just don’t wanna let us go.” Andy chuckles, wiggling his hips for some friction. You let out a loud moan — and you’re not sure if it’s of pain or pleasure.

Charles slowly drags his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip inside you. The feeling of sudden emptiness reminds you of when you stand up too quickly after laying down for a while. Mind-altering, if you must say. He slams back inside you and Andy does the opposite; pulling out of you. Charles fuck you slow, yet hard and rough. He rubs your clot quickly as he fucks you relentlessly.

Groans, whistles, curse words and moans all fill the room yet you only focus on the way their cocks are driving in and out of you. “Fuck, such a nice ass. You love having Daddy’s cock in your ass, don’t you?” Andy asks, looking straight down to where you’re connected. You swallow thickly and Charles feels it against his hand. He squeezes the sides of your throat slightly, and you nod quickly.

“Say it. Say you love having my cock fuck your little ass. I bet nobody ever fucked you like this, not even that lousy boyfriend of yours. You probably wished he took you like the little slut you are, destroying all your holes.” He demands as his dirty words make you wetter and wetter. “I…” You pant helplessly, looking around.

Everyone stares you down, their cocks in their hands as they slowly jerk off to you. “I l-love having your c-cock fuck my a-ass, Daddy.” You sheepishly tell him, whispering that last part. “Brava, Bambina.” Charles praises, punctuating his words with one thrust that hits your cervix. You let out a cry and the lewd sounds of them fucking you are drowned out for a brief second.

Charles continues to pummel your g-spot, and occasionally, your cervix. The pain isn’t as bad as the pain Andy is causing you. You can feel Andy’s cock pulsating in you, driving in and out of you. You’re sure you’re probably bleeding, but you know that none of these men care. “Fuck, she’s so stretched out…” Someone says, loud enough so you can hear.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge at a rather fast pace. “You gonna come, baby? You gotta ask us first.” Charles snickers, slowing down his thrusts and taking away his thumb from your clit. You whine out like a bitch in heat, desperate to come all over their cocks. “Please…” You beg, gyrating your hips so that Charles can continue to fuck you like a starved man.

“Gotta do better than that, Tesoro Mio.” He hums, pulling out even more. He watches in awe as your wetness coats his cock like nothing before. In the bright lights, his cock glistens with your juices. “Please, please let me come! I need it, I want to come so badly, Sir!” You beg, bucking your hips upwards. “That’s a good little slut.” He praises, pushing back into your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly once he bottoms out again.

The pain in your ass finally turns into pleasure and you moan even louder. “Oh my god!” You squeal despite your throat hurting. You grind down on their cocks slightly, chasing your orgasm. “Please let me come. Please, Sir… Please, Daddy!” You beg involuntarily, taking a page out of your wildest fantasies. Your words spur them on and you’re suddenly crashing into a lovely climax. You moan loudly and clamp down on their cocks as much as your body lets you.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you come around our cocks. You love being fucked by two men, don’t you? Yeah, yeah you do. That’s why you’re being so needy and desperate.” Andy groans in your ear, feeling his balls tighten up as you milk him and Charles for all they’re worth. You nod in agreement, not even caring anymore,

You soak their cocks with your cum, and your eyes roll back into your skull. “Awe, look at her. She goin’ all stupid.” Lee teases, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his release. Your heart clamours in your chest, beating wildly as you struggle to come down from your high. Your mind has a slight buzz to it, and the champagne is the one to blame. You can hear soft moans from the other men, and you fight back a shy smile of pride.

Charles and Andy both have beads of sweat dripping down their skin, enhancing your arousal. They both curse under their breaths and groan. Andy’s hips still first, and his cock twitches inside you. “Oh fuck…” He groans in a low voice. Streaks of cum paint your insides, filling you up in a pleasant way possible. You sigh at the feeling and look up at Charles. He squeezes your throat a bit tighter, which only makes you wetter.

His thrusts are slow and sloppy, signalling his orgasm. “Please come in me… Please, Sir.” You whisper to him, knowing he needs something to push him over the edge. “Fill me up with your cum, Sir.” You add, remembering certain lines from porn videos you used to watch. “Oh— fuck…” He groans as he comes inside you. You can feel his cum, filling you up to the brim and then some. Andy pulls out, his cock lightly brushing against Charles’s thigh.

You watch Charles as he slowly comes down from euphoria. You feel empty, so empty. Bucky watches with hungry eyes as cum and a tinge of blood leaks out of your asshole. It’s slightly stretched, which only turns him on even more. Charles drags his cock out of your pussy, slowly and carefully just so that he won’t hurt you.

Again, if the circumstances weren’t so… fucked up, you would’ve enjoyed this all.

You sigh and flop backwards onto Andy’s chest, ready for sleep to take you. You feel your eyes flutter shut, but then you’re jerked back to reality. Your eyes open up just for you to come face to face with Bucky, who smiles deviously at you. “I know you’re tired, baby, but we’re not done with you yet.” He cooes at you, rubbing your ass.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you hope it’s somewhere near the door.

“Hi, baby girl… You feelin’ good?” A raspy yet oh-so-familiar voice asks you. You rub your eyes as you’re set on someone’s lap. Ransom’s dark, lust-filled eyes lock with your tired ones. It takes you a good few moments to nod, and he chuckles. His hand comes up to your face, cupping your slightly sticky cheek. He caresses your face with his thumb, and you involuntarily lean into his touch.

Bucky pushes you farther into Ransom’s arms and he grabs your hurting hips. Cum leaks from both of your aching, stretched holes. Ransom’s hand leaves your cheek, but it quickly returns. But this time, it isn’t sweet and loving. No. Instead, he gives you a light slap on the cheek, just like Lee did. The coolness of his ring on your hot skin is… refreshing. It’s different.

Your ass is lifted into the air slightly, giving Bucky easy access to your stretched out rim. Bucky runs his hands up and down your ass, occasionally spanking you. The crack of his hand against your skin is just a reminder of your situation. You can feel Ransom’s cock resting right beneath your abused cunt, throbbing with want and need.

He grabs the base of his cock and lines the fat, leaking tip up to your cum-filled hole. Neither he nor Bucky needs any lube, all thanks to Andy and Charles. In one thrust, he fills you in a way that your fingers can’t. You can feel Bucky scoop up some of the cum leaking from your holes, along with your juices. Everywhere is tingling, a sensation unlike anything else.

He brings his fingers up to your mouth and Ransom squeezes your jaw until your mouth falls open, just like before. Bucky quickly pushes his fingers into your mouth. The taste of cum — salty, musky, and sweet — fills your mouth. It laps over your tongue and you involuntarily swallow it all. Whilst being distracted by Bucky’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t realize that he’s already pushing into your ass.

You gasp around his fingers as he quickly bottoms out inside you. Bucky’s too eager to take it slow. Bucky takes his now spit-slick fingers and wraps his arm around you, reaching down to your clit. You feel even more full than when Andy and Charles were in you. Maybe it’s the added cum, or maybe it’s the same and you’re just not used to being filled by two cocks.

Ransom moves his hand to your stomach and rubs the skin there — the bulging skin. The outline of his cock is faint, but it’s there. “Look at you, all filled up with our cocks.” Ransom whispers, before roughly grabbing your hips. He grinds you down onto his cock before lifting you slightly. Both he and Buckypull out slightly and start shallowly thrusting into you, almost in a teasing way.

You want more, you want more pleasure so badly. You want them to fuck you hard, for them to fuck you deeply and maybe even roughly. “You want something, don’t you, baby? So ungrateful…” Ransom disappointingly coaxes. You thrust back onto Bucky’s cock, a trick you learned from when you caught your ex-boyfriend balls-deep in your closest friend. Then, you grind down on Ransom’s cock.

Cum drips from both of your entrances and runs down the sides of their shafts and your inner thighs. “Fuck, if you wanted it that badly all you had to do was ask real sweetly.” Bucky groans, losing all sense and self-control. He pulls his cock out all the way, not even leaving the tip inside your ass. Ransom pulls halfway out and then bucks his hips up. He fucks back into you, but this time it’s more deep and punctuated.

“Oh— Thank you… Thank you, Sir!” You squeal as Ransom pounds against your g-spot over and over. His sticky, swollen, heavy balls slap against your empty ass. Bucky rubs your clit slowly, just to hear you whine like the desperate slut you are. “C’mon, make some noise for Daddy.” He demands in your ear, rubbing the tip of his cock on your other hole.

The feeling is lovely, but you crave more. “Please… Please fuck my ass, Daddy! I wan’ it so bad, wan’ you to put your big cock in me… Please, please…” You beg whilst you pant wildly. “примерная девочка.” He husks before pushing his hips forward. Despite having your… anal cherry being just popped, he acts as though you’re constantly begging to take it up the ass.

“Fuck, she doing that thing again,” Ransom comments, staring at your face. By ‘that thing,’ he means that way your mouth drops open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back into your skull. You clench around both Bucky’s and Ransom’s cocks, even though your muscles are barely working. You fall onto Ransom’s chest and you can hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, just like yours.

Unbeknownst to you, you just gave Bucky more leverage to fuck your ass. He takes his hand away from your clit and instead wraps it around your hair. He gives your hair a slight tug, and starts fucking you even harder. You dig your nails into Ransom’s chest at the stronger thrusts overpower your entire body and mind. You can hear a groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, best pussy I ever had.” He growls, finishing his sentence with one painful snap of his hips that goes straight to your cervix.

“Oh, can I come, please? I need it so— so badly, Daddy… Please, please let me come…” You beg, feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten up. The pressure increases and you’re not sure if you can hold out for a minute more. The lewd sounds, the feeling of their cocks driving in and out of you, and their moans all push you to the edge.

“Awe, well go ahead, little girl. You’ve earned it, come all over our cocks.”

“Yeah… Fuck— I don’t think ‘m gonna last any longer…” Bucky curses under his breath loud enough for you and Ransom to hear. Ransom nods, a bead of sweat running down his neck. Bucky’s metal hand comes up to your bra and he unhooks it. Ransom grabs the cheap fabric and throws it at one of his friends. Ransom gives a wink to Lee, who pockets your bra.

Your tits are sticky with dried champagne from before. Ransom has the urge to swirl his tongue around your hardened nubs until you’re coming around their cocks once again. But his basic needs are just more important than yours as of now. Bucky’s hips still first, his brutality against your ass finally coming to an end.

He swallows thickly — but he gets caught off by a loud, deep moan of his own. It’s right in your ear, and Bucky has you use your body as a brace to hold himself up. His balls tighten up and cum shoots inside your ass. You’re far more sensitive than the previous time and now you can feel every single drop painting your walls. Ransom follows, his load pumping into you in a relieving way. Your walls encompass them both, hugging them tightly.

Bucky fucks into you with a few more thrusts; shallow and quick. He prolongs his orgasm until his mind is fuzzy and his cock can’t take it. He pulls out, removing his hand from your hair and he sighs. His and Andy’s cum follows his cock along with a streak of light pink. He feels nice, prideful in a way that throughout all the pain, you only ever took pleasure.

Ransom keeps his cock locked inside of you, and he just knows that you’re on the verge of either crying, screaming, or passing out. He also knows that you’re smart, and won’t do anything other than remain docile for Sebastian and Chris. “C- Can I go now? I won’t tell anyone– I swear!” You plead to Ransom in an excited sort of whisper. Ransom clenches his jaw and stares down at you, and your lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re lucky we aren’t alone.” He tells you and his words are enough to shut you up. You whimper, but you don’t apologize. “You’ve been such a good girl…” Sebastian says from behind you. You turn around and look up at him. He smiles at you and it’s gentle, almost reassuring. But you don’t return it. Sebastian wraps his muscly arms around you and picks you up with ease.

Ransom’s cock slips from your folds with ease, and cum drips from your filled up pussy. White stickiness drips down your slightly sweaty thighs and it makes you feel so conscience-stricken. Unlike every other time — like when you were sucking off Lee and Steve, or getting fucked by Ransom and Bucky or Charles and Andy — you’re now standing up. It’s weird, a funny feeling that might take you a few seconds to get used to.

Chris comes up to you and he has a menacing stance. He cups your face with his soft yet slightly coarse hands. You flinch, scared that he’ll slap you the way Ransom did beforehand. Luckily, he doesn’t. “Aw, you’re scared, aren’t you?” Chris asks you, rubbing your top lip with his thumb. You hesitatingly nod. “Don’t be. The only thing you should be scared of is us destroying your holes… And by the looks of it, it seems like we already have.” He chuckles in a mocking manner.

You gulp thickly and try to ignore the newfound wetness that is pooling in your core. Along with it is a fire that doesn’t seem to be put out yet. Sebastian’s hands move from your waist to your back, and then to your hips. His movements are gentle and soft, almost as if his intentions hold no malice. But the truth is a complete contrast to what he’s trying to imply.

He spins you around in one swift movement and your world tilts on its axis for a brief moment. You grip his biceps as you try to get a hold of yourself. “Wanna see this pretty face while I fuck you into oblivion.” He mumbles under his breath, and you can feel Chris’s hands running all over your hurting ass. “And I wanna see this ass while I fuck it.” Chris chuckles in your ear once again.

He lands a spank onto your ass, watching the skin ripple in such a marvellous way he swears he’ll never see a girl as pretty as you. Sebastian lifts you up and on instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Sebastian’s cock right near your beaten up, cum-filled entrance. Then, you feel Chris’s tip at your other entrance.

They both thrust into you at once, and a loud squelching noise fills the room. “That cunt is so filled up…” Steve comments from the side, slowly jerking his cock off. You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, and try to block them out. Sebastian lets out a choked moan, whereas Chris groans lowly in your ear.

They both hold you up by your ass, and they start to thrust into you hard and fast. Your head lols back onto Chris’s shoulder and you can barely keep up with them. Sebastian’s hips buck up to your pussy and his cockhead slams into your cervix. “Ow…” You whine, before biting down on your lip. Your lipstick is smeared and your makeup is all ruined, but that seems to be the last thing on your mind.

You’re so fucking sensitive, it’s practically hilarious. Your little body has reached its limit... but maybe your body has no limit anymore. “Shh, just give up, babydoll. You’re doing so good, letting us use you.” Sebastian praises as he delivers a nice, harsh thrust. Chris ruts into you like no tomorrow, treating you like the fleshlight you are.

“Yeah– You love getting used. Bet your boyfriend couldn’t fuck you like this, couldn’t make you feel this good. He probably didn’t know how much of a slut you are.” Chris whispers in your ear whilst he grinds his cock into you. Both of their cocks are covered in cum, but they don’t mind. “These holes belong to us, right? All ours, ready to be used anytime.” Mr. Evans adds.

His slightly greying beard scratches your skin, right where Ransom was choking you. He places a few kisses on your bruising, hurting neck. Your hardened nipples rub against Sebastian’s sweaty chest, and your bulging abdomen touches his, too. “It’s… ‘S too much..” You complain in a dragged out, pathetic whine that turns into a moan. “Oh, it’s too much? Poor baby… Do you want us to slow down?” Chris asks, bringing his thrusts to a halt.

You nod before you start begging because you know they want the cherry on top. “Yes, please. Please, Sir, please slow down.” You ask them politely. You even flash your signature puppy dog eyes, hoping they haven’t gone out of style yet. They both coo at you, before smirking at each other. You shut your eyes and sigh, but your eyelids fly back open when you feel Sebastian and Chris starting to fuck you even harder.

“Too bad,” Sebastian grunts. “You’re going to take whatever the fuck we give you.” He sneers, and you can feel that pressure in your stomach beginning to increase. But it’s too much, more than you can handle. You shake your head and beg them to stop, but your pleas are silenced when Chris wraps his hand around your throat.

Every word that’s in your mouth dies down, and the only thing that comes from you are your moans and whimpers. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Just can’t help it, it feels too fucking good, doesn’t it? Do it, come all over our cocks right fucking now.” Sebastian growls as your moans become louder and your grip on their cocks grow tighter.

Your legs are shaking as you come undone. Your hands curl into fists and your eyes shut as they roll back. Your wet walls gush around their thick, long cocks and they continue to fuck you until you’re babbling like a dumb little baby. “Fuck…” Chris curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy. It’s the same for Sebastian, and inside you’re elated.

Finally, finally, it’s all over.

They both pull out and you’re all but confused. They set you on the ground and you can barely stand without holding on to either Chris or Sebastian. Lee chuckles, and you shut your eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be like that.” Ransom sasses from Lee’s left side. He’s right. These men just put you through hell, and that’s what you’re going to be embarrassed about?

Pathetic.

Sebastian pushes you to your knees and you fall with a muffled thud. Once again, the carpet digs into your knees but this time it isn’t as painful. You look up, and you’re suddenly surrounded by everyone. Mr. Stan, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Bodecker, Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Evans, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Drysdale, and Mr. Barber… You’re not sure whether you should look at any of them in the eyes or not.

Truthfully, you’re not sure what to do. Should you run? Scream? Fight? Stay put? Millions of thoughts run through your mind but none of them seem to fully register. Everyone’s dominant hands are on their cocks, moving up and down at a rather fast pace. Chris and Sebastian fuck their hands even faster, eager to meet their climaxes.

Their moans and groans go straight to your wet pussy, fueling certain feelings you had been trying to push down all night. “Fuck, yes…” Chris moans coarsely. His balls tighten up and his red tip lets out spurts of cum. He paints your face and you nearly gag out of disgust. “You look even prettier with– with your face painted like that.” Lee groans, and he comes too. “Open up.” He orders in a creepy sing-song voice.

You listen to him obediently, and you haven’t noticed that the alcohol in your system has dissipated. His cum shoots straight into your mouth, his signature taste of muskiness and salt spreading across your tongue. After a few more seconds, Chris finally stops. He admires the way your face is covered in cum — his cum, to be exact. “C’mon, swallow it all like the good slut you are.” Sebastian urges, and his streaks of stickiness begin to shoot from his tip, too.

He paints your chest, almost like it’s a canvas. As much as you hate to admit it, this all turns you on even more. You can feel your wetness leaking from your cunt. Lee’s finger drags through the cum that’s on your face and he scoops some of it up. He pushes his finger into your mouth and shakes his head when he learns you haven’t swallowed his seed yet.

His frown is enough for you to listen. You swallow with difficulty, which comes from his digit. Your tongue laps up the cum on his finger and he smiles down at you. He pulls his finger out with a ‘pop’ and your legs are being spread again. You know for a fact you can’t take anything more, but you also know that they probably don’t care.

Ransom aims for your cunt, Steve too. They both come at the same time, loud moans escaping past their plump lips. More cum joins the gratuitous amount that’s already there. Once they stop moaning and they stop coming, you’re turned over onto your stomach. You already know that the carpet is probably a mess that dry cleaning might not accept.

Bucky and Charles cover your ass in ropes of their seed, and your messy chest presses into the ground. There’s more cum on you and in you than there is dignity. “Fuck, I wish my phone wasn’t dead. I would’ve taken so many lovely pictures of our masterpiece here.” Bucky groans, and he continues to give his cock a few more strokes just to lengthen his orgasm.

Andy is the last, only because he has patience for things like this. He paints your back like he’s Monet, or maybe even Da Vinci. Sebastian kneels down in front of you and picks your head up from off the ground. His thumb smears the cum on your face into your skin, and you don’t even have the energy to ask them if it’s all over. He chuckles, before standing back up again.

“Looks like you really were a good girl this year.”

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1tad0ri · 4 years

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OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

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jeanownsme · 2 years

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vlive head

summary- you give your horny bf head while hes live with his fans

warnings- exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, secret relationship, mmm not too many warnings, etc

a/n- this was a thought that recently came up in my mind and my god this was hot, i hope there arent any grammar mistakes. its like 5 am rn and took me 2 hours to write 😭 enjoy loves.

"how is everyone doing, have you guys eaten yet ?" the voice of your boyfriend asked, looking at the comments showing up on the screen. he was live with millions of fans watching, that was what made you scared. what if they knew what you guys were doing ? what if they knew who it was ? everybody knew he was in a relationship, but no one besides the people closest to him knew who it was. how would everybody react if they find out that he's dating y/n, one of the most well known and loved actresses. it would be disastrous.

"its been so long since i've gone live.. i missed you guys a lot, sorry for being gone for a while i've been super inactive lately because i've been super busy, but i think i'm going to post after this" his voice sounded clear as your lips were wrapped around his dick, slowly moving up and down drool dripping down your chin. you never knew tae was into this kinda stuff because he was always cautious with cameras whenever you were near him, posting your hand or shadow was the only thing that would ever show online.

he leaned back further into his seat and sharply thrusted into your mouth forcing you to deep throat him, you gagged as tears made its way down your face. to the camera it looked as if he was just adjusting his seat. luckily the music he was playing drowned out the sound. how could he stay so quiet ? you were suffering trying not to make any sounds. he was huge, he could barely fit in your mouth and it was starting to hurt your jaw from the stretch.

you wrapped you hand around the rest of the length and started stroking and sucking even harder and faster. his cock twitching from the sudden change of pace, he groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough eyes moving down to glare at you. and you stared back with an innocent look on your face pretending to not know what you just did.

taehyungs hand wrapped around the base of your head and pulled on your hair gently, a warning to slow down.

he continued reading the comments, many mentioned you. this was bad, this meant that people were catching on.

y/n is also in new york, does this mean they are together ?

are you dating y/n ?

how do you feel about y/n ?

whats your connection with y/n ?

obviously he could see these comments, there were a shit ton. but he ignored them because he knew that if he mentioned your name it would be all over the internet. as you kept sucking, he was getting closer to cumming.

he moaned and leaned over to rest his head on the desk

"ahhh guys its getting late, and im not used to the time difference here yet." he lifted his head to stare at the camera.

"this was really fun army, im gonna go now to get some rest. you guys should get some too, stream our new album. byeeee" he waved and shut off the camera.

"y/n you can stop now" you stopped and got up, tripping a bit from being on your knees for so long. taehyung caught you and held you in his arms and laughed, looking down at you he leaned down and kissed your puffy lips.

"youre so fucking cute baby, i just wanna fuck the shit outta you" you both groaned as the kiss got heavier, his long fingers grabbing onto your waist and slowly making its way down to your ass squeezing it.

"lay down on the bed for me yeah ? " god his voice, it was so sexy and deep. if your panties weren't wet from earlier they most definitely are now. you laid down and taehyung made his way between you legs, he leaned over to your ear.

"lets get these pretty panties off"

#taehyung #taehyungsmut #taehyungimagine #taehyungdrabble #vlive #btssmut #bts #fanfiction #fanfic #fiction #bangtan #vofbts #smut #taehyungxyou #taehyungxreader #idol #btsfanfic

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haztory · 3 years

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hi mcdonald’s can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nanami + “nice tits”

“Nice tits.” from my writing event that ends today!

warnings: adult language and sexual themes, but that’s about it!

a/n: 3k words all for sanju that probably strays from the prompts but its fine bc i love you biiiiitch. thanks to everyone that requested a prompt! they will be out momentarily!!

nanami kento x gn!reader

There’s a universal understanding amongst the adults in the general realm of well-formed maturity and a sense of responsibility that there is no situation to ever exist in which listening to Gojo Satoru’s advice is a viable option.

Much less any advice about love.

“You know,” His voice sings to your left, interrupting the tranquil silence of your office by his surprise warping, “If you needed help in satisfying your urges, you only had to ask. Looking at porn during school hours is a bit of a cry for help, (Y/N).”

“Go away, Gojo.” You reply, hardly perturbed at his unannounced visit and continuing the matter at hand. Your index finger continues its motions, pushing the wheel of the mouse downwards and studying the plethora of Google Search images the float past your eyes on your computer monitor.

Gojo leans his elbow on your desk, perching himself on the left side of your body, “Hey, I don’t judge! I’ve done it once or twice myself. I just always pictured you as more of an ass-person.”

Landing on an appropriate image for your task you click it, enlarging it on your screen. Gojo whistles.

“Now that’s just obscene, isn’t it?”

A finger enters your line of sight, pointing itself obnoxiously at the screen, specifically at the rather large pectoral belonging to that of a male model. An image that is necessary for your study of a new cursed technique that you witnessed on your last excursion with Nobara, and not at all the focus of sexual release as Gojo might insist. Even if they are rather admirable in their size.

You would rather die before ever telling him that, though.

“They should really put a warning on those honkers—”

“Is there a reason you’re bothering me?” You ask bluntly, printing the image and retrieving it from the printer tray beside you.

“I just wanted to see what my second favorite teacher was doing, but never did I think I would catch you in the act of making a shrine to tits, so—”

You roll your head to the left, meeting Gojo’s shit-eating grin with a deadpan stare. With a sigh, you shake your head, “I’m studying.”

Even beneath the blindfold, you can see the waggle in his brows as he props his head on the bent elbow. “Oh suuure.”

Huffing impatiently, you swivel your desk chair to face him, placing a singular finger on his chest to push him back from your immediate space. He only continues to grin in his usual unabashed manner, as though he’s caught you red-handed. It makes you roll your eyes once more.

You didn’t need to explain yourself; it wasn’t like you were doing anything immoral. Sure, staring at a number of pectoral muscles might seem inappropriate to the passing eye, but it was easily explainable.

But as it always is with Gojo, he manages to rub that small part of you that just has to fight back. Fuckin’ prick. “We came across a cursed technique two days ago that targeted the chest. It caused—”

Gojo waves his hand in your face, “Seismic tremors in the pectoral muscles that affected a cursed energy point, yeah, yeah. Nobara told me all about it.”

“If you knew what I was doing why are you making me sound like such a creep?!” You exclaim, kicking his chest with the heel of your shoe. He catches your foot with a laugh, dropping it and holding his index finger upward.

“Because it’s fun to tease you.”

Huffing, you turn back to your monitor and point at the door, “Leave.”

“Oh, come onnn,” He warps in front of your computer, leaning himself over the top of the screen, “I’ve brought you a little gift of knowledge to help your studying.”

Even as he desperately tries to insert his gangly arms into your line of vision, you continue typing into the search bar. Some variations of “pectoral”, “muscles”, and “large men”. For research purposes, of course.

“Oh yeah?” You ask noncommittally, knowing full well the manner in which Gojo dangles his plots of mischief disguised as help, “And what would that be?”

Smiling largely once more, he lets out a giggle, “The larger the muscle, the more potent the attack on the cursed energy.”

Sparing him a quick glance, you mumble, “Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”

“No, but it does take a genius to figure out how to reverse the effects.”

He stops the statement there; grin audible in his words. After having spent years in the presence of the obnoxious Gojo Satoru, you already know there’s an ulterior motive to his words, something that is going to bite you in the ass rather aggressively.

And as much as you want to avoid being in the line of fire, especially the one directed by him, you’re simultaneously dying to know where this is going.

You hesitate to ask, but it comes out. Dripping in all of its cautiousness. “And?”

“And it also takes a willing participant to study.” His smile, in all impossibility, became even wider.

“I’m still not getting the picture.”

“A participant with rather large pectoral muscles.”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Someone who would willingly participate for the sake of education.”

Of all the people to have figured out about your (not so) little crush on a fellow sorcerer, it had to be the world’s largest idiot and nuisance. You had to end this, now. Before he does something so irrevocably stupid—

“Shall we go ask Nanami?”

And that’s how you find yourself flushed with absolute mortification, gripping your clipboard with tight knuckles against your chest, wondering how you ever managed to forget the utmost important rule when it comes to Gojo Satoru.

Never listen to him, especially on the matter of love.

Maybe that’s indicative of the state of your crush as a whole, something you should probably pay more attention to, seeing as the minute Nanami Kento was mentioned, you’ve forgotten the extent of logic and reason and followed the whims of Gojo without hesitation.

It’s problematic, horrifying, and ultimately a monumental issue at the moment considering your mouth is as dry as a desert and your brain absolute mush, rendering you completely unable to formulate any words.

“Wow, Nanami,” Gojo shamelessly says, one hand shoved in his pocket as he stands beside your frozen figure, “Nice tits.”

Nanami hums unenthusiastically, unbuttoning the last button on his blue shirt and elegantly removing it from his large, muscular frame. Folding it neatly on the expanse of the couch beside him, he turns his stoic gaze back to you, hardly even concerned about his half-nakedness.

Whereas you felt yourself almost drooling at the revealed expanse of firm muscles peppered with sparse hair. The fact that it was that easy to get to see this, to almost be able to touch it—

Maybe listening to Gojo isn’t a bad idea after all.

“Shall we begin?” Nanami asks, pulling his glasses off of his face with his (large) hands and folding them on top of his shirt. A strand of blond falls onto the front of his face and his gaze trails from the impassive stare at Gojo, to you.

And by all that is sweet and holy you swear that you’ve ascended to an ethereal plane and before you sits an angel waiting to take you to the pearly gates. No longer stares a man unamused at the teasing of the white-headed idiot beside you, but instead a celestial being with a body made of pure stone and dare you say, looking at you with a tenderness in his gaze that was absent only a moment before.

An elbow digs into your side, pulling you rather dramatically out of your stupor and towards the smug grin of the man beside you.

“Well?” Gojo asks, “If you’re not going to touch him, I will.”

“Thank you, Gojo, but I can take it from here,” You all but hiss, pushing him once more away from your body, accompanying the action with a pointed glare. Beginning a backward trek towards the door, he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I can see when I’m not wanted. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Opening the door and stepping out of it, he halts, turning his head to look over his shoulder and says, voice coated in that familiar tone of teasing, “Remember to use condoms, lovebirds!”

He shuts the door quickly, hardly giving you a chance to spear your ire at his retreating figure, but you have half a mind to chase him down the hall when you hear his echoing laughter ring out.

An awkward silence settles between you and the man of your horrid fascination that not even an uncomfortable laugh can ease. Clearing your throat and trying to remember your sense of professionalism, you straighten your shoulders and take a deep breath, facing the handsome man with a confidence that was growing incredibly difficult to face.

“I’m going to touch you. For research. Your chest, specifically.”

In a move you’ve never quite seen before, Nanami sheds that formidable air of quiet stoicism and lets a small smile grace the features of his face. It gently pushes against the corners of his mouth and his bare shoulders move the slightest bit with the exhalation of his amused breath.

“For the tremors in the pectoralis.” He says, leaning his body to rest against the backing of the couch, straightening his legs wearing their usual tan slacks to rest naturally in the position and hands folding in his lap.

You gulp. “Y-yes.”

“I read your report.”

“You did?”

“I always do,” With his eyes still trained upon yours you can see them widen a bit at the realization of what he’s said as if that were an intimate detail he hadn’t meant to make you aware of. He quickly brings his fist up to his mouth, clearing his throat, “You are one of the few sorcerers here that fill them out correctly. I learn a great deal from your detailing. It’s… very helpful. You’re very thorough.”

Blinking repeatedly, you only nod at the compliment. Despite wanting to combust internally at the growing flames that burn inside of you, you take a step forward. Then another until, in an unforeseen reversal of circumstances, you’re towering over the man of great strength and respect. The man you’ve admired for the longest time.

The man that continues to stare at you with a softness you’ve never seen him reveal before.

You can see the spattering of freckles that have intricately placed themselves over his broad shoulders resembling that of an artistic constellation and the delicious protruding of his biceps, great in mass yet telling of his of strength as your try to conservatively trail your eyes over his torso.

He’s beautiful, incredibly so. Baring himself to you in this way only affirms that.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, and it’s more intimate than you intended it to be, but truthfully, it’s as fitting a phrase as it can be considering the proximity and the intensity behind his stare.

It’s all you can give him without crumbling at his feet. Placing your fingertips against his shoulder, you gently push him back, silently instructing him to lay on the couch. He follows suit like the dutiful sorcerer he is.

“I’ll just be examining the way in which your cursed energy extends from your chest. It shouldn’t hurt, but if you feel uncomfortable, just let me know.”

He hums once more from his supine position on the couch. Despite being much larger than the couch allows, he hardly looks uncomfortable. Only watches the way in which you press your fingers into his chest, pushing into his muscle and slowly massaging your finger in a circle. You circle around the left side, trailing around the outer edge of the muscle and above the rib cage, stopping and pressing rather firmly when you feel a surge in an energy presence beneath the skin. Almost on the center of his chest.

You snort a quiet laugh when you realize where it is.

“Should I be worried?” His deep timbre vibrates your indented fingers drawing your focus to his interested stare. He looks relaxed, the usual crease between his brow hardly recognizable. A stark refute to the question he posed.

You quickly shake your head, smiling growing wryer, “No, not at all. I just… think it’s funny that your energy presence is strongest where your heart is.”

Nanami quirks an eyebrow, “Isn’t that the same for everyone?”

“Would it be much of a surprise if I told you Gojo’s comes from his mouth?”

Nanami rolls his head, a breathless laugh exhaling as he stares at the ceiling. “No, I guess it wouldn’t.”

“Everyone has a different point from which their energy roots itself. Each one gives a different feeling of sorts. It doesn’t really mean much in terms of power and technique, but it is noticeable. You have an overwhelming presence as is, I just…” Your shoulders drop with a sigh, one stemming desperately from loving admiration and instead try to disguise as just an exhalation, “…never realized it came from there. Kind of fitting if you ask me.”

His brows furrow in contemplation, unsure if whether he could accept the statement. Unsure of whether it was a fitting examination or compliment for him. He must deem it something insignificant of his ponderance because he quickly moves on.

“And yours?” He asks, alight with curiosity, “Where does yours come from?”

You hum, grateful to finally shed the last remnants of awkwardness and engage in the usual friendly conversation you tend to have with him. The brief discussions that always prod a little too close for friendly discovery, but never breach the line of professional respect. That self-imposed limitation that you desperately wish he’ll cross, that this conversation is once again coming toward.

“Take a guess.” Allowing that lilting tease to infiltrate your words, you watch as Nanami adjusts himself on the couch. Bracing his arms against the cushion, he pushes himself into a sitting position and crosses his arms. Trailing his eyes over your seated body next to him, he leaves a burning trail in his wake.

He fixates on your face for a second and your breath hitches, before he travels downward over the column of your neck, then your chest, to your legs. Drinking you in as per your consent and request. Then, he extends his hand. Palm facing upwards in a silent request. You understand.

Placing your own hand in his, he turns your hand upward, allowing full access to the center of your hand and tracing his finger over the lines.

“Your hands. That’s your center.” He says with finality, monotonous but confident. With a small smirk, he looks up at you, “You are a healer after all.”

You give a small nod, “I’m not sure if it comes from my fingertips or my palm, but yeah. My hands.”

Looking back down at your hand in his, he traces the finger in a circle, “Palm. That’s where I feel it the most.”

“What does it feel like?” You ask with a laugh, expecting something asinine and noncommittal considering Yuuji once said your presence felt like a cool wind on a summer’s day and Nobara insists that it feels like a warm shower.

Two entirely opposite feelings, yet somehow categorized in the schema of comfort. You hardly expect Nanami to give something so introspective, nor anything that reveals too much considering the extent to which he tends to maintain the boundary of respect in the conversations of explorations. The kind in which two people teeter on the thin ice of interest, yet never voice it.

And yet, his eyes connect with yours again, and it's entirely too overwhelming for you to process. Too interested, too warm. His face betrays no nervousness nor any hesitation as he stares, entirely convinced that this is what was meant to happen. As though he knew from the moment Gojo asked that it was going to unfold this way.

Like he prepared for it. Like he decided today was the day that he crossed that line.

“Home. Warm and comforting.”

Slow heat the creeps its way up your spine that makes your brain halt thought altogether and sputter intelligently, “Gojo’s kind of feels like… tar. Thick tar. Super gross.”

His hand, large and warm, encompasses your hand once more, lays it flat against his chest to feel both his exuding energy and the steady beat of his formidable heart.

“And mine?” He asks, low and gravelly. Like sweet honey that has you captured entirely, unable to escape. Not like you want to. No, you’d rather drown in this overwhelming redolence than ever live without it.

You don’t even realize your breathing heavily, nor that his face has gotten closer to yours. When did he move there? Did you move there?

Either way, his face is in front of yours, noses almost touching and the compulsion to answer him on the tip of your tongue.

“Addicting,” you whisper.

And then his lips are on yours, molding sweetly into you, and it's everything you have ever imagined it to be. Slow, yet firm. Warm and craving, and you can only fight for more, more, more.

His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you in impossibly closer and you place your hands on his bare chest, the great reason as to your current predicament entirely, to steady yourself and your erratic heartbeat. Time seems to slow in the passion of his kiss, and yet when he parts for air, you feel as though you only had him for a second.

All the months of pining could barely make up for that singular moment.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while,” He says, leaning his forehead against yours, breath fanning over your aching lips. You scoff in laughter, meeting his smile with one of your own.

So, maybe, just maybe, listening to Gojo wasn’t a bad idea. And maybe, sometimes, he’s right about some things.

“Hey Kento?”

“Yes?”

“You really do have nice tits.”

“Likewise.”

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yuedama · 4 years

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zoom misadventures

dom!armin x f!reader

synopsis : teasing armin proved to have more dire consequences than you thought.

or, sex with armin while attending a zoom class.

content : nsfw, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), degradation, teensy bit of exhibitionism, creampie, overstimulation

notes : every time i see armin i either wanna engulf him in a tight hug or go feral; no in between. also, i haven't proofread this cos m too tired and my brain is literally fried as fuck pls forgive me for any typos π﹏π

the sound of your professor's voice fell upon deaf ears as you sat on armin's lap, stuffed full of his cock. your concentration was on anything but the lecture, mind foggy and unable to form a coherent thought, the only one occupying it being armin.

it had been a bad idea to tease him during one of his classes, crawling between his knees and giving him kitty licks, running your tongue on the underside of his shaft and cupping his balls as he recited like the good model student he was. damn bastard didn't even miss a beat in his explanation. despite how much you gagged on his cock and how much your eyes watered, he let out no reaction aside from gripping your hair harshly.

“ms. y/n are you there?” the question barely registered in your mind, you could only gape at your screen, unable to mutter a response.

“answer his question, slut,” armin mutters in your ear after a harsh thrust, the force of his hips upwards causing you to grip the edges of your table til your knuckles turned white.

“i'm here, sir!” you replied, the pitch of your voice high due to the frustration, fingers shaking as it hovered over the keys. an exasperated gasp left your lips once you've muted the mic. god, you just wanted this to be over.

armin had been sheathed inside you the whole duration of your class, yet he made little to no effort to give you the satisfaction you badly craved, only sitting back and letting his cock pulsate against your walls. he was rock hard, you could tell, no feel him inside you, and it frustrated you to no end just how much self-control the blonde had.

while it seemed like you were about to lose it as the only thing you could do was grip his length and let your juices coat him, he seemed to break no sweat in staying inside you with no movement. perhaps you could blame your sensitivity on the previous orgasm you had on his tongue.

“well, you don't seem very much present today, is everything alright?” the idle questions only seemed to be nagging at this point. “we can't see you either.”

shit. you quickly thought of an excuse to brush off his comment, though armin only gave you a chuckle at your predicament, watching you with hooded eyes as he leaned back on the chair, causing his hips to move a bit.

“i-i'm good, sir. must be technical d-difficulties.”

the middle aged man seemed to buy your excuse and proceeded with his lesson; you could only cross your fingers and hope he doesn't bother you anymore.

“not only are you a dirty slut, but you're also a liar,” armin seethed into your ear, his grip on your hips tightening, most likely to leave bruises later on. “why don't you tell them how much of a whore you are, all desperate and needy for my dick.”

“n-no way,” you panted out as you squirmed on his thighs.

armin scoffed and started rolling his hips, just enough for you to feel the slow dragging of his member inside you. “what do you think they'll think when they see you right now.”

“h-hng...” your voice quivered in fear of that happening, eyes widening as the worst case scenarios played in your head— the fluttering of your walls around him betrayed you however. “they'll think of how i'm a-a slut.”

he was satisfied with your answer, pride swelling in his chest at what you had said. lithe fingers found its way to your chin and turned your head towards him, making your eyes meet his pust glazed cerulean ones. “well, aren't you?”

another harsh thrust. armin couldn't get enough of the whimpers and wails you let out at his teasing. he loved how you sat there and waited for what he was about to give you, merely looking at him with glossy eyes in hopes of getting what you so badly craved for.

“aren't you my slut?” armin stared at you expectantly, starting to pick up a pace as he thrusted into you.

“yes, armin, i'm your slut,” you cried out, though his grip on your cheek forced you to open your mouth and slur your words slightly. you could feel your impending orgasm starting to build up, every delicious grind of his hips only bringing you closer.

sobs left your lips as you finally felt your release washing over you, the sensation making you quiver on top of him, though armin was far from done. the blonde snickered at your state, though he soon lost his own composure as he rutted into you faster, setting an animalistic pace as he neared his high.

“a-ah fuck, i'm near—”

his lips met yours in a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and drool spilling down the corners of your lips. the sound of your walls squelching around him pushed him further, til he released his seed insde you, driving you delirious for you could feel another orgasm coming. you shuddered at the warmth, walls pulsing around armin as he stopped.

you opened your lips to speak, plead, but his fingers were quick to find your erect bud and roll it around his fingers. your toes immediately curled at the stimulation, and soon he began thrusting his once again hard cock into you.

you were a dripping mess, both of your fluids running down your thighs, you could only babble at how good you felt, though you weren't too sure yourself what you were saying anymore. your nails clawed at his arms to ground yourself, proving to do very little as your mind turned to mush. ragged breaths echoed in the room along with lewd noises of his length filling you repeatedly.

having had your priorities set straight, it was safe to say classes for the day had been forgotten about.

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violetsoju · 3 years

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airport

kuroo tetsurou · fluff · 2.2k

warning: slight suggestive theme, mild language, characters are aged-up

a/n: did i write this on impulse because i still can’t believe i was actually in this situation? maybe. did i write this as a manifestation of having a kuroo to bitch about and assure me? maybe too. did i get more encouraged to write this after reading a discussion in a server on bra sizes and brand recommendations a few days ago? maybe three.

“Kuroo, I’m serious. Stop laughing.”

A distinct cackling laughter from the speaker of your phone fills the four walls of your bathroom, along with a lazy lopsided grin flashing on the screen that’s perched on the wall mounted shelf next to the sink.

“But you’re making it so hard not to! Plus, you’re supposed to brush your teeth for two minutes, not talk and brush your teeth at the same time for two minutes.” Kuroo reasons, laughter turning into soft chuckles.

“Sorry babe, but I didn’t catch anything you said just now because you sounded like a fish blubbing underwater, except you’re blubbing white foam instead of bubbles.”

He finds it hard not to grin like a fool at your figure from his side of the screen, hands on your hips with a toothbrush stuffed in your puffed-up cheeks, hair pushed back with an elmo headband that he finds ugly yet cute because of the two ridiculously huge eyes dangling on top.

You mumble something yet inaudible while wiping away the drool of toothpaste dripping down the side of your mouth, a small pout dotting your lips.

“Rinse up and tell me from the top again once you’re done, alright?” Kuroo sighs, shaking his head adoringly as he manages to make out a ‘fine’ out of the string of muffled sounds from you.

And do you listen to him completely? Of course not. So he rests his left cheek on his palms, humming to the bits of information you try to squeeze in without accidentally swallowing tap water while cleansing your face.

The white tiles in the background shift to cream walls shakily, along with the shuffling sounds of room slippers against the wooden flooring. “Then as we were walking towards the karaoke place, I somehow fell behind the rest and ended up beside him. And guess what happened?”

“He confessed to you?” He jokes, oblivious to where this is heading, yet.

“God, I’d rather that happen.” You take a seat in front of your study desk filled with skincare products tucked on the side, placing your phone against the wall. “Instead, he called out to me, which I turn to him and find him looking at my boobs, saying ‘oh, its nothing’,”

Kuroo visibly flinches a little, eyebrows furrowed in disgust, eyes widening slightly, like he just tasted a sip of milk that has gone bad. “Excuse me?”

“He was looking at my boobs, Kuroo. My boobs. Shamelessly. Saying ‘oh, its nothing’. What the heck?” You mentally thank yourself for not opening the cover of the toner in your hand, to save the mess you would have made from all the expressive hand gestures.

“And you were wearing your usual tank top, right?” He smacks his lips together, as if trying to get rid of the bad aftertaste.

“Yeah, the usual square neck rib knit tank top that I always wear.” He tilts his head to the side, eyebrows knitted in confusion. Your wardrobe of tops flashing through his head. “The one that you don’t understand why I own a several pieces in different colours. That one.” A long ‘oh’ resonates through the speakers, the particular top emerging from the sea of clothing.

Kuroo processes the image for a few seconds. “That’s not revealing at all.”

“Exactly! It’s like the most basic thing? There’s tons of girls out there who wear the similar thing as me too.” You tap your toner onto your face with your hands. “And I was even wearing a jacket on top of it? It’s not like I was fully exposed or something. But even if I didn’t have my jacket on, I don’t see how it’s taken as a sign to stare brazenly like that. I wear whatever the heck I want to make myself feel and look good, not for someone else to ogle at, unable to keep their raging hormones in check.”

He hums in agreement. “What did you do or say to him then?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what made me so pissed at that moment either.” You sigh, reaching out for your wash-off mugwort mask. “I snapped at him, telling him that when he talks to girls, he should be looking at them in the eye, not at their boobs.”

“That’s my girl.” Kuroo flashes his signature cheshire-grin. “What did he say then?”

Your lips purse together, recalling the situation. “I don’t think he even heard me. Partly because you know how I rush through words like I’m rapping when I’m mad.”

“Told you to apply for that rap competition show on tv.”

“Kuroo.” Your glare earns an apology and light-hearted chuckles. “Another reason why I don’t think he heard me was because he actually had the balls to sit next to me during the karaoke session.” His eyebrows arch at the statement. “To which I dragged Mizuki to sit next to me and he got pushed to the side with the other guys.”

He huffs through his nose with a tinge of frustration, fingers running through his dishevelled hair. “How old is he again?”

“20, I think. But still, that’s no excuse for being so disrespectful towards girls and women. He’s already a full-grown adult for crying out loud.” You set the timer to 15 minutes on your phone, shuffling to your bed. “Out of all the boys I’ve met that are of his age or back when we were his age, I’ve never met such a disrespectful guy. In this area of discussion, I mean.”

“You mean you haven’t met such a horny monkey before.” Kuroo summarises. You snort at his remark, making yourself comfortable under the covers while waiting for the mask to work its magic.

“So you’re mad that he looked at your boobs.”

You place your phone between your folded knees, slouching against the bed frame. “Of course I am. It’s a violation against my body. How the fuck does he think he’s entitled to look at someone blatantly like that? Imagine someone staring at your dick like its nothing.”

The stupid cocky smirk appears on screen again. “Not gonna lie, but I would be proud. Or amused.”

“Freak.” You scoff, scrunching your nose at his reply.

His amber eyes gleam under the dim lights through the screen. “You sure you’re not mad at anything else?” He prods, not letting you off the hook.

“I guess I’m so mad because I never expected this to happen to me. I mean, look at me. What’s there to look at when I’m basically as flat as an airport?” You gesture to your breasts, ignoring his ‘you’re exaggerating’ interjection. “I would understand if he was staring at someone voluptuous or well-blossomed. But what’s the point of staring at a wall so flat there’s no cracks or dents in between?”

Kuroo’s sharp yet soft features settle into a knowing look. “So there is something else that you’re mad at.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “That is?”

“You’re upset that your boobs are small.”

Your eyes take a 360-degree turn, huffing exasperatedly. “I’m not. I’m happy with the way they are.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

His firm discerning expression in the 10-second-long stare off has you heaving a long sigh in defeat. “I mean, there are times which I wish they would be just a little bigger…” You hesitantly admit, biting the inside of your lips. “So I don’t have to rely on push-up bras that much. And they would look nicer in wireless bras… Or in deep v neck cuts… Or plunge dresses…”

“Babe, they’re perfect with the way they are now.” Kuroo’s words doesn’t come out as pity or consolation; it’s filled with raw honesty and sincerity.

You glance down at the soft flesh beneath your oversized t-shirt that once belonged to Kuroo. “I know, but sometimes you can’t help but want more, right?”

“I understand, it’s natural.” He nods in acknowledgment. “But we have to be grateful with what we have, don’t we?”

A soft smile tugs the corner of his lips at the sight of your pout. “You’re right. Why did I get myself so worked up just because of one horny monkey when I have such an amazing and supportive boyfriend?” His lips curl up with a little more pride at you remembering and reusing his little remark.

“At your service, always. And ever ready to chase off any horny monkeys in sight.” He places his hands to his eyebrows as a salute dramatically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Question time. On the bright side, don’t you save more on bras because they require lesser fabric than bigger sizes? Less fabric, less production cost?”

“If only it were like that, Kuroo. You know what, we’re going bra shopping for our next date.”

“May I be granted the honour of choosing the fine piece of garment?” He places his hand over his right chest.

You hold onto your imaginary ruffled dress in the air, dropping into a mid-curtsy. “If I have the honourable chance to be blessed by your gracious kindness to pay for it, be my guest.”

“Of course, m’lady.” He bows curtly, giving you a flirtatious wink.

You giggle at his sappiness. “Okay my turn. Aren’t you jealous that you don’t have the chance to hold them like other boyfriends do for their busty girlfriends when their boobs swell and get sore during their periods?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise. “It’s not like that’s the only time I get to touch them.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Pervert.” You gasp, covering your breasts with your arms.

The timer on your phone beeps, signaling it’s time for you to wash off your mask.

“Didn’t take you to be a boob person. Thought you were more of a butt person.” You place your phone back on the wall mounted shelf in the bathroom, turning on the tap water to run.

“I’m neither. Because I’m a you person, your person. A person that loves you as a whole, not by parts.” You swear you can see him giving you that smug grin of his with your face submerged with water, washing off the remaining residue.

“You know, maybe God deliberately blessed you with a lesser amount in this aspect.” His voice echoes through the speakers.

You reach out to your face towel hanging next to the sink and place gentle pats on your face. “And why is that?”

“Because God knew that you’d be unstoppable if you were blessed in all aspects. I mean, look at you. You’re already slaying it despite your fun-sized boobs.”

You nearly choke on your own saliva from the fits of laughter at his comment. “What the hell, Kuroo. No one calls a C cup and below fun-sized.”

“If people call those below the height of 160cm fun-sized, I don’t see why I can’t do the same with breast sizes.” He reasons with a nonchalant face.

“Fine, fun-sized boobs they are.” You give in, switching off the bathroom lights. “Your drop-dead gorgeous kick-ass girlfriend has fun-sized boobs.”

“And I love it. That’s what makes her special too.” He adds, face full-on smitten with love.

“Shut up, cheesy conman.” You chuckle softly, your face a mirror image of his.

“Well, you chose one yourself. No refunds.” The coolness of your moisturizer helps soothe the warmth blossoming across your cheeks, but not the warmth spreading throughout your chest like a cosy fireplace on a cold winter day.

【☾】

Zero and one digits flash on the top right of the screen, signalling it’s way past your bedtime. You’ve been on the phone with Kuroo for close to two hours, no wonder you feel yourself drifting to sleep each second. Kuroo senses it too, from the way your eyes twitch and lose focus.

“Alright, last question before we wrap up for today. When are you hanging out with them again?” He asks, stifling a yawn.

You let out a yawn as well, stretching your arm over your head, popping a few bones. “I don’t know, but I may skip if he’s tagging along.”

“Nope, we’re going together. Me and you.” Kuroo states matter-of-factly with droopy eyes.

You rub your eyes that has been lidded with sleep. “What if you’re busy on that day like today?”

“Then I’ll just clear my schedule for the day. Gotta show the lil boy who owns this airport.” His deep voice croaking through the speakers of your phone.

“Airport?” You question, confused at his statement, wondering if sleep has started to take over your sense of hearing.

“Airport.” He gestures at his tiddies sleepily.

“Kuroo…” Your distressed groan doesn’t stop him from his babble.

“Gotta show to him that it’s a private one too, not some public area that’s available to any common folk like him. Right, babe?”

a/n: in Chinese, there’s a saying of calling flat chested girls or girls with small boobs as 飞机场, which means airport because the airport runway is flat. so it’s like one’s chest is so flat that it can run the plane lmao. all sizes are precious, don’t get me wrong. this is purely for entertainment purposes

shoutout to @moonboohoo for being my irl Mizuki that day ily ❤️

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gukvante · 4 years

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money shot

— pairing: jeongguk x reader

— genre: slice of life, non-idol au, smut

— rating: nsfw

— words: 1.3k+

— note: i love reading camboy/girl aus so i figured why not write my own? also, a disclaimer, i do not own the picture of jeongguk used in my banner. happy reading further <3

— warnings: explicit/detailed sexual intercourse, (slight) voyuer!reader, (slight) exhibitionist!jeongguk, cum eating (very light), masturbation (m and f), strong language

— summary: you decide to tune into your favourite camboy’s stream.

masterlist

musclebunny_97 started a livestream

You had just finished cleaning up your room when the notification came through. Your body jolting in excitement as you dived onto your bed.

Making yourself comfortable against your pillows, you scramble to open up your laptop. Logging into your account, you set your laptop down as you watched the site load.

“Hello, princess.” ah, Jeon Jeongguk, your favourite camboy.

Jeongguk was sat in front of his computer, staring straight into the camera. He wore a tight black tank top, paired with light grey sweats. His long hair was pushed back with a few loose strands framing his face.

“I think I’m gonna do a relaxed stream tonight.” Jeongguk announced. He brought a hand up to push his hair back, the action drawing attention to the many tattoos that littered his arm.

“Why am I doing a relaxed stream?” Jeongguk hummed before adding, “Uh, well . . . I had a pretty heavy gym session today so I’m kinda tired.” Jeongguk continued to read some of the comments aloud, chuckling every now and then.

He leaned back in his seat, resting his hands on his thighs. The material of his sweats straining to stretch over his muscular thighs. Licking your lips, your tried to catch a glimpse of his bulge but to no avail.

“Is everyone here?” He asked, leaning forward. “Yes? Yes! Okay!” He clapped his hands together.

“I know we’re doing a relaxed stream today, but I thought I’d make it interesting by coming up with a little game.” Jeongguk wiggled his eyebrows at the camera. “Nothing too heavy though,” he added.

The comment section was flooded with comments encouraging him to continue as well as expressing their excitement. All of them eager to know what he had in mind.

“I was thinking that the highest tipper gets to choose when I cum,” Jeongguk smirked at the camera. “I might even end up moaning your name.” He winked.

Jeongguk laughed as the comment section went crazy. A small smile creeped its way onto your face.

He leaned back again, this time stretching his arms and lifting his hips slightly. The action highlighting the outline of his thick cock.

Reaching down, he pulled his tight tank over his head. Jeongguk relaxed back into his seat, trailing a hand over his strong chest.

Moving lower, he allowed his hand to slip over his abs and down to his throbbing length. He started palming himself through his sweats, letting out a low groan.

The sound drew a soft moan from you, your hands slipping under your shirt to pinch and pull at your hardened nipples.

Jeongguk slipped his sweats off, his boxers coming into view. The material stretched, trying and – failing to conceal his girth. Jeongguk leaned back again, stretching his arms behind his head and thrusted his hips up towards the camera.

“Mmm, you ready for me, baby?” Jeongguk teased. He let out a breathless chuckle before slipping a hand down to play with the hem of his boxers.

hotbabygirl85 tipped $20!

“Ah, thank you for the tip, babygirl.” That seemed to encourage everyone else as the tips came rushing in.

littlemxnster tipped $100!

Jeongguk palmed at his length a bit more before hooking his fingers in the band of his underwear. Lifting his hips, Jeongguk made quick work of pulling his underwear off.

His cock sprung to life, slapping against his defined stomach.

It was long and thick, a prominent vein running up the underside, topped with pink tip. His cockhead drooling precum.

Jeongguk wrapped his long fingers around his base. Something about the way his tattooed hand gripped his length had your pussy dripping.

“‘m so hard.” Jeongguk groaned. He squeezed the base, slowly dragging his hand up his throbbing length. He brought it back down again, maintaining a teasingly slow pace.

He spent some time languidly stroking his cock, his breath hitching every now and then.

Reaching down, you pulled your soaked panties from your body.

Your eyes were glued to the screen as you brought two fingers up to suck on them.

Taking those same fingers, you brought them down to rub tight circles on your clit. A soft moan left your lips, your eyes drooping.

Jeongguk was staring at the camera now. His hand sped up, his hips bucking as he squeezed the tip.

A whimper left your lips as you applied more pressure to your clit while simultaneously squeezing one of your tits.

“You want me to fuck my fist?” Jeongguk chuckled and threw his head back. “Only if you promise to play with your sweet pussy.” He retorted.

Your fingers slid from your clit down to your twitching hole. Your fingers slipped right in without protest. You sighed in relief of finally being stretched out.

You watched as Jeongguk continued to stroke his girthy length, his pace gradually increasing. Eyes glued to his cock, you tried your best to match his speed.

A loud moan ripped through your throat as you brought your other hand down to rub your clit. Your cunt was gushing, your slick dripping onto your sheets as your fingers continued to fuck into your spasming walls.

It was Jeongguk’s turn to moan loudly. Bracing his feet, he lifted his hips to give the camera a better view of his cock.

You mouth went dry, he was fucking into his fist now and his thrusts were relentless.

He threw his head back, growling. The gold chain he wore swishing around in time with his thrusts. He skin was glistening, as his arms and thighs flexed.

Your mouth fell open as your orgasm approached, your cunt clenching and fluttering around your fingers.

“I–Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” Jeongguk moaned out. “Fuck–! Gonna cum s-so hard.” He growled.

As if on cue, the tips came rolling in faster. Everyone fighting to be the biggest tipper.

A small smirk played on your lips as you reached over to press enter. You sat back again and watched as Jeongguk’s eyes widened slightly.

jeonsgirl tipped $1000!

“I want you to cum with me, right now. - y/n”

The comments erupted, a lot of them complaining that the amount was too high and they couldn’t beat it.

Giggling to yourself softly, you resumed, matching up your thrust with Jeongguk’s. Jeongguk groaned out again. His thrusts sloppy as he announced once again that he was about to cum.

You moaned out again as you hooked your fingers to rub against your sweet spot. Panting, your thighs began to close as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“I’m cumming – !” Jeongguk bit his lip as his free hand gripped his balls.

“F-Fuck! Y/n!” He growled out as hot spurts of cum shot from his twitching cock. You watched as his cum landed all over his heaving chest and tense stomach, a stray shot landing on his cheek.

You jaw fell slack as your orgasm washed over you. A loud moan of Jeongguk’s name ripped through your throat as your hips stuttered.

Fighting to keep you eyes on the screen, you watched as Jeongguk squeezed his tip one final time before falling back into his chair.

Pulling your fingers out, you watched as Jeongguk tried to control his breathing. He chuckled again, a bit winded before addressing his audience.

He smiled at the camera, one of his long fingers coming up to wipe the cum off his cheek. He winked at the camera before sucking his own cum off his finger.

Leaning over, he got closer to the camera. “Until next time,” he smirked, his tone playful. Then the video went black.

You sighed out as you fell back on to your bed. A smile took over your face as you replayed what had just happened in your head. A loud ding pulled you from your daydreaming.

Lifting your head, you located your phone. It was a Venmo notification. Confused, you tapped on the notification. A giggle leaving your lips as you read the attached message.

Jeongguk deposited $1000 into your account

Naughty girl ;)

Just then, your phone began to ring. The caller? Well, none other that your boyfriend.

Jeon Jeongguk or better known as musclebunny_97.

#jeon jungkook jeon jungkook smut sub!reader sub!reader x bts bts smut jungkook oneshot jungkook smut jungkook x reader jeon jungkook x rea

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ghoultramp · 4 years

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dial up [dabi x hawks]

▷ bnha

↳ pairing: dabi (touya todoroki) x hawks (keigo takami)

↳ content: dom!dabi, sub!hawks, (mild) ddlb, phone sex, masturbation, mutual pining, quirk use

↳ words: 1.4k

⇢ summary: touya’s given keigo a particularly hard day, what could he possibly want at this hour?

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City lights shone dimly around the edges of the curtains casting a gentle glow of yellow on the wall. It was deafeningly quiet at this hour, an hour he frequented quite often.

He was hurting and he was exhausted. His svelte body, covered in cuts and bruises, lay near-motionless in the dark on his unmade bed. His blond hair, dirty from the fight, flopped lifelessly across his face, he didn’t care that it obscured his vision for now.

An intrusion of light made him squint when his phone lit up. The prolonged alert told him that it was a phone call, even before he struggled to reach for it, wincing as his muscles tightened in protest.

His heart ached when he saw the caller ID and lowered his head in defeat. He let it ring silently next to him on the pillow, staring at the contact image.

It stopped.

He expected the caller to immediately try again. No, he told himself, he needed them to call again. He needed to be wanted.

The screen lit up briefly. A text.

╭ ╮

“Pick up,”

╰ ╯

was all it said.

He barely heaved a sigh before the phone lit up again. He wanted to push his luck. His thumb brushed the red ‘decline’ button.

╭ ╮

“Don’t make me ask a 3rd time,”

╰ ╯

came the second text. He almost smiled.

This time, when the phone lit up, he accepted the call. He didn’t say anything when he brought the phone up to his ear, only waited with bated breath when he didn’t hear anything for a moment.

“Was it really that bad?” The voice on the other end was low and husky. “C’mon, Hawks.” He chuckled, mocking him.

Keigo felt his battered wings spasm painfully at his chiding. He disguised his grunt of pain by finally responding.

“The pain I’m in tells me yeah, Touya,” he told him, “it was that fucking bad.”

Keigo heard his throaty laugh blow out through his ear speaker; not the response he was hoping for.

“Keigo, look,” he began, “keeping up appearances, right? You said so yourself.”

He could hear the mockery in Touya’s voice, he was being especially cruel this evening. He was suddenly far more conscious of his wounds as they began to throb at each of his remarks.

“Could yo-”

“Maybe I was a little hard on you,” Touya admitted. “Is that why you left tonight?”

Keigo didn’t answer and he heard Touya huff.

“It’s cold here, y’know.” Touya’s voice was drawn out, he was breathing heavily. “...and I’m lonely.”

Keigo bit his lip as the sound of Touya’s heavier breathing sent a jolt down his spine.

“I hate to say it,” he told him, “but it’s your fault.”

Touya let out a disapproving grunt. Keigo shifted his body, manoeuvring his wings beneath him, he now lay on his back.

"I know you wanted my attention," Touya said, his voice dripping with smugness, "you wouldn't have made me work to get you to pick up otherwise."

Keigo could hear Touya's voice begin to waver, his throaty breaths stirring a heat beneath his trousers.

"You little brat."

Touya's unexpected name-calling elicited an involuntary whimper from Keigo's lips, he could feel his face burn as soon as he heard Touya's approving growl in response.

“Ooh,” he chuckled, “you like that, don’t you.”

Keigo’s eyes fluttered as he listened to him, his hand roaming absentmindedly across his chest. He whimpered when his fingers brushed across a sensitive, erect nipple.

Touya let out a low, frustrated moan. “Is this your way of punishing me?”

With a frustrated grunt, Keigo pushed his phone on speaker and lay it on the pillow next to his head. His now phone-free hand made its way down to his boxers, resting on the growing bulge beneath the tight fabric.

“Not everything is about you, y’know,” Keigo told him playfully, his palm applying a pleasant pressure against his restrained hard cock. He let out a breathy moan.

“Doesn’t sound like it on this end,” Touya teased.

Keigo could hear him fumble with his belt buckle on the other end of the line. He heard him curse under his breath, he must be struggling with something; the thought made Keigo smirk.

“Having some trouble there?” Keigo mocked playfully. “I’d have done it in half the time.”

He heard Touya moan, then felt his cock twitch beneath his palm. Keigo unceremoniously pushed his boxers down, kicking them with no thought off the bed, They landed with a light thump on the other side of the room.

“Don’t you think I deserve some compensation?” Keigo asked.

His hand was already wrapped firmly around his hard cock. He could hear Touya’s breathing quicken with his own and his hips bucked ever so slightly at the thought of Touya sat there, touching himself to the thought of him.

“I’m sure we can arrange something,” Touya’s voice was a low growl. “I bet you wish it was my hand around your hard cock right now, don’t you, Keigo?” Touya’s chuckle filled the room when Keigo whimpered, his hand instinctively tightened around his cock. “Or better yet, my mouth, right?”

Keigo’s thumb sent an electrifying jolt through his body when he brushed it against the sensitive, already slick, tip.

“Y’know,” Touya took a sharp breath in, “it’s been a while since we last fucked, right?” He grunted. “Thinking about how I could’ve taken you tonight. Maybe just toyed with you a little more.”

He moaned, without restraint this time, and Keigo whined as his back arched and his cock twitched in response. With his free hand, Keigo pulled and twisted one of his nipples, the firm hand around his cock began to move.

“You needly little whore,” Touya chuckled as if he wasn’t touching himself to the thought of spreading Keigo’s thighs. He let out a shuddering moan when he thought about laying his hand hard down on Keigo’s ass as he slid his thick, pulsating cock deep inside his tight, juicy little hole.

Stroking slowly. Up and down.

Again.

Keigo continued to whimper as he writhed beneath his own hands, intoxicated by Touya’s voice ringing in his ears. It sounded deafening in the empty room, engulfing him.

“I want to hear you beg for me,” Touya demanded. “That pathetic, whiney voice of yours just begging for me.” His rhythmic, breathy grunts told Keigo he was pumping his cock harder now.

Stroking faster. Up and down.

Again.

Keigo’s breathing became jagged as the drool pooled in his mouth. He lifted his leg lazily, whimpering as he firmly pressed a finger against his tight hole, the grip on his cock tightened as he continued.

“Please,” Keigo whined breathlessly, “you know I deserve it.”

He pushed his head back hard into the pillow, biting his lip hard as the slick, wet sound of Touya fucking his own cock harder broadcasted louder through the speaker.

“You know I deserve to be fucked, daddy,” Keigo whimpered desperately.

“Fuuuck-” Touya groaned pleasantly.

Keigo’s wings fluttered intuitively in response. He smirked as he released a feather, manoeuvring it to his exposed throat.

“I deserve to have your hands tight around my neck,” he continued, breathing heavily as he tightened the pressure against his throat, “as your big, hard cock slides in and out of me.”

Keigo moaned low in his throat, his desperate noises eliciting equally delicious ones from Touya, as he slipped his finger into his asshole. The hand around his cock instinctively tightened as he jerked himself off.

“Have you been enough of a boy?” Touya’s voice was barely more than a breath amidst his moans.

Keigo’s pelvis jerked involuntarily and his head tilted to the side, his mouth searching for something to bite as the heat began to surge within his core. The feathers around his neck tightened.

“Please, daddy,” he whimpered, squirming, “I’ve been a very good boy.”

“Mmmm,” Touya sounded pleased.

Keigo pushed his face further into the pillow as his strangled moans escaped his lips. He was almost ashamed at just how pathetic they were but he needed him. He could hear Touya’s grunted curses through the speaker and his own cock pulsed harder against his hand.

“Cum for me, Keigo,” Touya’s voice came unexpectedly. Keigo yelped. “I said, ‘cum for me.��”

A long, drawn-out guttural moan escaped Keigo’s lips. He felt himself twinge with heat as he spasmed from his climax, the feathers at his throat immediately became limp. He continued to stroke his sensitive cock even after the last drop of cum dribbled onto his skin, the jolts of pleasure it granted him continued to make him moan long after he had finished.

A satisfying silence filled the air until Touya let out a breathy chuckle.

“Don’t make me ask a third time, yeah?”

Beep.

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binunus · 4 years

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relax | rocky (m)

a/n I’m sorry this was a little late! school is really picking up and I had to keep writing it in increments––and also because I literally went back and forth thinking about whether I wanna write this as a oneshot or as a bullet fic bc my brain literally short circuits thinking about rocky. but I hope you like it love!

{request: Hey, hope you're doing well!! If you're taking requests now can I ask for a sexy night with rocky like he is the husband and he came home exhausted and you know >.< Or you can choose whatever plot you wantI really love your writings love you alot (｡♡‿♡｡)}

→ pairing: husband!rocky x fem wife!reader

→ genre: smut

→ warnings: say it with me ladies and gents ~thigh riding~, oral (male receiving), marking/biting, light hair pulling (both!), spanking, dirty?? talk?? surprise impreg kink! oops i said it, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it everyone), rocky being sexy as fuck like do you know the love shot cover video of rockjinsan? imagine that rocky being your husband.

→ word count: 2.5k ____________________________________________

Your POV

It was just a regular night for you. You cooked a quick dinner for yourself after coming home from work, knowing that your husband probably wouldn’t be back until later. After washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen a little bit, you poured yourself a nice glass of wine and took a seat in the living room, turning on the television as you propped your feet up on the coffee table.

About one and a half glasses of wine later, you heard the jingle of keys by the front door, your head turning just as your husband walked in, slipping off his shoes and going straight to where you were on the couch. You smiled softly as he laid his head in your lap, letting out a huge sigh once he got comfortable. You quickly downed the rest of your wine, reaching over to place your glass on the table before your hands went to his hair, combing through all the tousles and knots from his hours of dancing. “Hey, love.”

“Tough day at the studio?” You asked to which he nodded. Minhyuk was a choreographer at a very famous dance studio. He’s been working there for nearly five years, and by now he’s one of the most sought out choreographers for most idol groups in the industry.

“No one was getting the choreo today, no one. Is it me? Like is my routine the problem?” He asked crossing his arms in frustration. You shook your head, immediately refuting him, “No fucking way love, you’ve been dancing ever since you could walk. Maybe they’re just having a hard time getting it because you’re too good.”

He laughed, turning his head so that he was facing the tv, kissing the skin of your lap in the corner of his mouth. The two of you begin watching the latest episode of the kdrama that was on screen, your attention switching between the the television and Minhyuk. You could tell that today particularly exhausted him, his body not even moving an inch from its position since he laid down.

At some point, you stopped paying attention to the kdrama, finding that looking at your husband was way more interesting. You always found Minhyuk the most attractive when he was dancing, and just the way he looked right now in a muscle tee and sweatpants? Your mind was straying far from innocent and fast.

Minhyuk was oblivious at first, too engrossed in the drama to take mind of your arousal. It wasn’t until you tugged just a little harder on his hair that he had an idea of what you were thinking of. He smirked just a tiny bit, waiting for you to make the first move. You tried to be subtle, easing him into the idea because you knew how tired he was, but of course he saw right through you––how he could not? you two were married.

“You know, love? You’ve been really stressed lately with this new choreography.”

He turned his body so that he was facing you, eyes meeting yours as he smirked, “yeah?”

“I think you need to relax, babe.” You said, the switch of pet names an indicator of the change in your mood. The grip you had on his hair tightened, Minhyuk practically had to stop himself from groaning out loud. But instead of playing along, he only hums, closing his eyes innocently. “You’re right love, let’s call it a night and go sleep now?”

You frown and poke his forehead, whining at his teasing as he let out a laugh. “Minhyuk, you know what I mean!”

He grinned, his smirk coming back as he opened his eyes to look at you. “How will you help me relax, baby?”

You shrug and make the movement to get up, causing Minhyuk to do so as well. You smile at him, hand ghosting past his waist as you grab your wine glass and put it in the sink. You return back to where he was on the couch, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. Immediately, Minhyuk sat down at the head of the bed, his back leaning against the frame as he spread his legs in waiting.

“I’ll do all the work love, just sit and enjoy.” You said, your cute smile doing nothing to hide the lust that was swimming in your eyes. Minhyuk stared at you intensely as you made your way onto his lap, barely giving you any time to situate yourself before catching your lips in a fiery kiss.

His hands are everywhere feeling your skin, riding up your shirt, grasping at the flesh of your thighs and your ass beneath the ends of your shorts. You’re not faring any better, gripping his arms, fingers running along his abs, tugging on his hair. You felt like you were on fire, the temperature of the room rising quickly.

You feel the stir of his cock underneath you, biting his bottom lip as you started to grind yourself down his lap, causing him moan into your mouth. You both remove each other’s shirts in a haste, lips only separating to pull the fabrics over your heads.

Minhyuk’s eyes briefly flickered down to your exposed chest, his hands immediately going to grope your breasts. You whined when he takes your nipples between two fingers, tweaking the buds harshly. Your kisses start to trail down his jawline, working on his neck as you continued to move your hips over his crotch.

By this point he’s fully hard, bucking his hips up to meet your movement because God he needed any sort of friction. Minhyuk groans hotly as you pull his hair to the side, your teeth simultaneously biting into the skin of his shoulder. He hands migrate from your chest to your ass, nails digging into the flesh and no doubt leaving crescent marks in its wake.

Reluctantly, you pull away from his neck, slight gasps leaving your mouth as you meet his eyes. You are both so turned on at this point and you’re positive that Minhyuk could easily slide in with no resistance. And as much as you’d rather get to the main event because the feeling of your cunt sticking to your panties was getting pretty uncomfortable, you had a job to do: this night was for your husband to relax.

You moved to get off Minhyuk’s lap and started pulling his pants down. Thank God he was wearing sweats because you know that he doesn’t wear any undergarments when he’s wearing sweatpants. As soon as you removed the confines of his pants, his cock sprang up, a light slap sounding as it made contact with his stomach. You almost drool at the sight of it, your hand immediately wrapping around the base and jerking him off.

“Fuck, baby please.”

You chuckle, man you loved hearing him beg. Still, you weren’t planning on teasing him for much longer, letting some spit fall from your lips and landing on his cock. You rubbed your thumb over the slit of his head, watching as he let out a small moan before taking him into your mouth.

Minhyuk cursed, seeing you going down on him, his cock filling up your pretty mouth was always one of his favorite sights. Debatably, he loved your mouth almost as much as your pussy. Not wasting any time, you hollowed your cheeks out, letting his cock in until your nose was buried in his pubes.

Desperately, he bunched your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, gripping it tightly in one fist as he watched you blow him. Minhyuk threw his head back in pleasure as you deep throated him, the slight burn in your scalp only a motivator to keep you in place, holding his cock snugly in your mouth as you swallowed around his length. It was in these moments that you were thankful for your lack of gag reflex.

You breathed through your nose, blinking away the tears that built up in your eyes as you started moving your mouth at a faster pace. Flickering your eyes up, you moaned at the male above you. You could tell he was getting close; the grip he had on your hair tightened, his abs were visibly contracting, his eyes screwed shut, and his moans increasing in volume.

You lived for this moment. You ignored your obvious lack of stimulation, the ache in your jaw, and the tightness in your chest from the lack of oxygen. It would all be worth it once Minhyuk reached his release.

In a sudden, your husband let go of your hair and quite literally pushed you off of him, trying to catch his breath as he looked down at you, brushing his hair out of his face. “Baby the only place I’m cumming tonight is in your pussy, c’mere.”

You pouted only briefly, really wanting to see him come undone by your mouth. But you couldn’t deny the way your core clenched at his words, already removing your shorts and panties before climbing back on his lap.

He hissed, teeth biting into his lower lip as he massaged the skin of your waist, “Fuck y/n, I can feel you dripping.”

Minhyuk moved your body slightly so that you were fully seated on one of his thighs, a whimper leaving you as he flexed his quads. “Ah Minhyuk...”

“Make yourself messy on my thigh baby, you know what to do.” He smirked, his voice raspier and several octaves lower than before. You felt a shiver run down your spine, the heat in your stomach building as you started to rub yourself on his thigh. Minhyuk flexed whenever you least expected it, the defined muscles of his quads making just the right amount of contact with your clit.

He wrapped a hand around his length, lazily running it up and down as he watched you get off in his lap. You were so fucking hot, your eyes shut in pleasure, hands gripping his shoulders as you tried to reach your orgasm. His thigh was practically soaked, your arousal dripping down to the bedsheets.

You almost lost it when he started bouncing his leg, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you let out a wrangled moan, your legs squeezing around his thigh. Minhyuk panted, easily lifting you up and back to his center, bottoming out in one go as he entered you.

The two of you let out synchronized moans. No matter how many times you’ve had sex, you could never get used to the way he filled you up so well, the burning stretch of your walls adding onto your pleasure.

“Fuck,” He cursed as you started to lift your hips, moving them up and down his length at a leisurely pace. Minhyuk tried his best not to take over, and instead kept his hands firmly on the sides of your asscheeks, squeezing the flesh as you fucked yourself on him.

His lips went straight to your neck, painting your skin with bruises as you alternated between rolling your hips and up-and-down movements. You whined, clenching your core tightly as you suddenly slammed down onto his thighs, the slap of skin resonating in the bedroom.

Minhyuk let out a loud groan at your action, unable to hold himself back as he bucked his hips and started thrusting up into you at a faster pace. You gasped, unable to keep up with his speed, eventually letting him take control as the upper half of your body leaned onto his for support.

One of the many things you loved about your husband was that he had a dancer’s hips, and he definitely made sure to use it to his advantage in times like these.

Minhyuk grunted, one of his hands coming down to give your ass a sharp slap as he rutted into you. You keened, moaning in his ear as he repeated the action. He always did that when he was close, your walls squeezing him impossibly tighter with every spank he delivered, the skin of your ass on fire.

The loud squelch of your cunt was almost embarrassing, but it only drove Minhyuk closer. Your hands fisted his hair, pulling at the ends by his nape as your felt your orgasm approach. His mouth opened in a moan, furrowing his eyebrows as one of his hands slipped in between your bodies and rubbed at your clit.

You body jolted in his hold, “Shit, Minhyuk I’m so close.”

He smiled devilishly, “Yeah? I’m gonna fuck some babies into you, love. You want that?”

You could only nod, your cheeks blushing and stomach flaring at his words. You connected your lips in a messy clash of teeth and tongue, your mind going blank as you felt the band of your orgasm snap, the vice like grip of your cunt squeezing him to his high.

Minhyuk let out a throaty moan as he painted your walls white, his thrusts starting to slow down as he kept you locked on his lap, making sure that none of his cum leaked out as you milked him of every drop.

Your body grew limp on his chest, your husband wrapping his arms around you as he rubbed your back. After a couple minutes, he laid you down gently on the bed, only now pulling out his cock which turned flaccid. You winced at the sudden empty feeling, but then let out a moan of surprise as he shoved two fingers in your entrance. “Baby! Sensitive!”

“I’m just making sure you take all of my cum, love.” He chuckled kissing your stomach, “One of my swimmers is our future baby.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t believe you said your swimmers.”

“Do you want me to say sperm?” He asked, arching an eyebrow as he delivered a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, causing you to jolt in overstimulation, “Ah.”

After keeping his fingers plugged into your hole for about a minute, Minhyuk crawled up from where he was between your legs, giving you a proper kiss as he laid down next to you.

“Thank you love, that was a good de-stressor––even if I did do most of the work at the end.”

You clicked your tongue, lightly punching his stomach as you grimaced, “I tried to do it, but you just had to take control, didn’t you?”

“I’m kidding,” He laughed, limbs draping over your body, “I couldn’t resist, you were too sexy.”

“Uh huh,” You nodded, shifting so that you were entangled in his arms. You hummed, face buried in his chest as you kissed his collarbone, “I love you.”

Minhyuk smiled, caressing your hair as he pulled you closer, feeling the most content and worry-free at this moment than he has in a while.

“I love you too, y/n.”

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winchestershiresauce · 4 years

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She Who Holds the Key

Summary: Dean and Y/N incorporate a chastity cage for the first time and sexy fun times abound.

Dean x Reader

2999 words

Warnings: NSFW, smut, chastity cage, pure filth

Note: Thanks to @impala-dreamer for encouraging me to write this!

Not knowing when they’d finally have the bunker to themselves, Y/N and Dean had been planning for weeks. They’d researched different products, watched videos, read everything they could find, and finally bought and stashed the goods. When he’d discovered their sexual chemistry, Dean couldn’t believe his luck. They’d been friends and occasional hunting partners for a while, but the sex was downright addictive. Never before had he been with someone who understood him on such an intimate level and, since they’d had the hunters-don’t-have-real-relationships talk a thousand times, he knew they were on the same page. Finally, Dean felt like he could truly be himself around someone. There was one kink that Dean had fantasized about that he had never shared with a single soul. Not until Y/N, that is.

When Sam came into the library to announce that Jody was requesting his help on a small case outside Sioux Falls, Y/N and Dean shared an excited glance before fixing their faces with a more neutral visage.

“Sounds good,” Dean replied, trying to seem nonchalant, “Do you need backup?” He looked over at Y/N and back up at Sam.

“I don’t think so. It seems like a pretty open-and-shut case, but she wanted an extra body just in case anything went sideways,” Sam shrugged. “You guys’ll be okay by yourselves for a couple days, right?” He looked right at Y/N and she smirked.

“I’m sure we’ll find some way to keep ourselves occupied,” she replied. Pink crept onto Dean’s cheeks as he allowed himself to get excited. They were finally doing this.

At 7:30 on the dot, Dean walked into the Dean Cave to find Y/N on one of the La-Z-Boys in front of the tv, flipping through the seemingly endless choices that Netflix had to offer. He came in casually, plopping down on the other recliner. “Are we watching a movie?” he asked, nervously.

“Yeah, I figured we’d just hang out for a while,” she answered, her eyes not leaving the tv in front of her. He nodded. She selected a movie they’d both seen before and set the remote on the table between them. “You wearing it?” she questioned quietly, still staring at the screen. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk. When he didn’t immediately answer, she looked over at him, noticing how his green eyes sparkled with the reflection of the tv. Her smirk mirrored his and she reached over to set her hand on his. “How’s it fit?”

“Snug as a motherfucker!” He shifted in his seat and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled past her lips. “It’s okay, though. I think I like it,” he added.

“Good,” she responded, “Use your safewords if you need them.” He gave her a thumbs up. “How about you go get us some popcorn?” She looked up at him through thick lashes and he rolled his eyes.

“Butter?”

“Of course.” He got up to fetch the popcorn and she laid back in her seat, making herself comfortable. “Oh! And Dean?” He popped his head back in the room. “I’ll take the key.”

About halfway through the movie, Y/N looked over at Dean. For a few moments, she watched his firm chest rise and fall rhythmically with his breath. She admired the view, noticing the way the sleeves of his t-shirt pulled snug across his solid biceps. She followed the vein that wrapped around his elbow, unable to help thinking about how those strong arms felt around her. Her eyes moved to his hand fidgeting with the fabric of the chair. She flinched when he suddenly cleared his throat. She looked up at him and knew she’d been caught staring. After glancing away sheepishly for the briefest of moments, she stood and walked over toward him. His eyes followed her and his mouth dropped open a bit as she settled herself into his lap.

“Hi.” She gently ran her fingertips across his scalp and he swallowed hard.

“Hi, yourself.” His voice was strangled. She slid one hand down his chest and abdomen, stopping at his waistband. He stared into her eyes, waiting to see what her next move would be.

“Can I?” she asked. He didn’t think he could answer without his voice cracking, so he nodded. She cupped her hand between his legs and bit her lip when she felt the hard plastic under his flannel pajama pants. Out of instinct more than anything, he pushed his hips up against her hand. He growled in frustration, feeling the rush of blood to his cock but instead of hardening against her, he strained against the cage containing his manhood. He threw his head back and she pressed her lips against the sensitive skin of his throat. He grabbed her head in his hands and pulled her mouth to his in a bruising kiss. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, shoving it into his mouth when he opened up for her. He thread his fingers through her hair, and she pressed herself down against the hardness of the plastic between his legs. When she moved at just the right angle, it made contact with her clit and they both gasped: her with pleasure, and him with a combination of lust, need, and frustration.

He moved his hands to cup the soft globes of her ass, pushing her to grind down harder against him. She rolled her hips in his lap, rubbing herself against the solid bulge in his pants. Her arousal pooled between her legs, drenching her panties and threatening to soak through her jeans. When she pulled up for air, panting, Dean mouthed at her exposed collarbone before he pulled back to lift her shirt over her head. As he undid the clasps of her bra and allowed her breasts to fall free, she ground down on him hard, but she wanted more.

“I need you, Dean,” she whined. It was all the prompting he needed to hold her against him as he stood. She stood up with him and pulled his lips to hers again. His fingers made quick work of the button on her jeans and he thrust his hand between her skin and her panties. He slid his middle finger against her slit and immediately felt how soaked she was.

“Fuck, Y/N. So wet,” he groaned, dipping the pad of his finger between her folds. He pressed against her sensitive clit and she gasped.

“Fuck. Dean, I- I need- your mouth,” she panted, “Now.” His cock was throbbing as he yanked her jeans and panties down off her hips. He pushed her back onto the chair and dropped to his knees in front of her. He pressed a kiss to her outer folds and her head lolled back against the chair. He pulled her to the edge of the seat and draped one of her legs over his shoulder. Using his fingers to open her up, he flattened his tongue and licked a line from opening to clit. She lifted her hips up toward the warmth of his mouth as he wrapped his lips around her swollen bundle of nerves. With one arm across her waist, he held her in place as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her aching bud. She felt herself getting close to the edge as he slipped a single finger inside of her waiting entrance. He continued his ministrations on her clit as he worked a second finger inside her. When the tip of his calloused middle finger pressed against her sweet spot, she tumbled over the edge, spasming around his digits. As the spasms slowed, Dean looked up at her flushed face. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on in his life and yet the cage wouldn’t allow him to get fully hard.

“Take me to bed, Dean,” she croaked. He was more than happy to oblige, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her toward his bedroom. As he moved to set her on the bed, she dropped her legs to the floor and stood. With one hand, her fingers tangled in his soft golden brown locks as she looked up into his eyes. She slipped her other hand under his waistband, reaching around to pinch his firm cheeks. He growled and pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. She dropped her hand from his hair and slid his pants off his sharp hips.

She sat on the edge of the bed and her eyes darkened with the sight in front of her. Wrapped around his member was a black plastic cage. A thick ring wrapped behind his sac and around the top of his cock, flush against his flesh. His length itself was trapped in the actual cage, precum drooling out of the opening at the tip. Y/N bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together, casually wondering if he might be wetter than she was. She looked up at him and he cupped her cheek in his sweaty palm. He let out a low groan as the cool air nipped at his exposed-yet-contained package. She nuzzled her face into his hand as she ran her fingers across the exposed skin around his cage. A shiver ran up his spine at the light touch and he squeezed his eyes closed. He couldn’t find words to describe how simultaneously turned on and frustrated he was at the scene. His leaking tip was dark red, aching to be allowed to reach its full length and hardness. His mind was so engulfed with the strain against his prison that he didn’t feel Y/N move until the light tickle of her breath ghosted across the hot flesh beneath the cage.

She smiled to herself, feeling his whole body tense as she ran her tongue up the length of the cage. He could feel the warmth of her mouth and the tip of her tongue as it slipped between the spaces in the plastic, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her lips wrapped tightly around him. He knew, however, that in his current predicament, it wouldn’t feel like he wanted it to. As if reading his mind, she wrapped her lips around the plastic encasing his cock. A strangled moan escaped him as his length twitched inside its confines, trying with all its might to swell into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. She pulled back and grinned up at him, strings of his precum dripping from her lips.

Dean’s pupils were blown so big that his eyes looked black as she pulled him down onto the bed with her. He crawled over her, covering her body with his own. Their mouths met with hungry, open-mouthed kisses as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him tight to her. When his caged cock hit the warm wetness of her slick, his breath stopped and his body stilled.

“You okay?” she asked as he squeezed his eyes closed. He didn’t immediately respond, so she continued, “Hey, what color are you?”

He dropped his head onto her shoulder and grumbled, “Green. I’m green,” into her bare skin. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him back so she could look at his face. He looked downright drunk with pleasure. “Just… when my dick slid between your lips, it expected to slide home, but I can only get about a quarter-chub going so I thought I might die for a second,” he laughed. She barely had time to grin before he was kissing her again. Despite the overwhelming sensation, he dragged his caged length through her folds. Her wetness combined with his precum left them both so slick and ready that he slid through her folds with such little effort that he flinched when her legs wrapped tight around his hips. The hard, now-warm tip of the cage rubbed against her clit and she was desperate.

“Dean, I want you to fuck me,” she cried and it was like the sound of a hallelujah chorus to his ears.

He pulled back and looked down at her with a dopey smile, “Fuck, I thought you’d never ask. Where’s the key?” She pursed her lips and his eyes somehow grew even darker.

“Not with your dick, Dean,” she replied and he cocked an eyebrow, unsure what she meant. “With mine.” His eyes widened dramatically.

“What?” he choked.

“My dildo, Dean. The big one I keep in my nightstand.” In a daze, he nodded and stood next to the bed. He looked down at her for a moment, splayed out on his bed, hair a mess, face flushed red, and a pussy so soaked that there was a wet spot on the sheet under her, and he couldn’t believe that this whole sexy display was for him. “Today, maybe?” she teased.

“Right.” He nodded and walked out of the room. She laid there waiting, biting back a light laugh at the delicious torture she was inflicting on him. If they hadn’t already discussed just how desperate he wanted her to make him, she would’ve felt a little bad.

He came back into the room, large girthy dildo in hand. She smiled sweetly at him as he climbed back onto the bed. He was just aching to be inside her, but he knew he wouldn’t be. Not then, anyway. He took the silicone phallus and slid it through her wet, swollen lips.

“Fuck me, Dean!” she squealed and he plunged the toy deep into her cunt. She cried out, writhing with pleasure, as he found a rough, quick rhythm. With one leg on the floor and the other between her legs, his cock drooled all over her thigh, wanting so desperately to be what was fucking into her. The squelching sound of her pussy being pounded into with the silicone was so obscene, and so fucking beautiful that it made his head spin. Knowing that he was doing that to her, making her make those sounds, but not getting to feel her suck him in, not getting the physical pleasure of fucking her, spurred him on further. With the hand not controlling the movements of the firm fake dick, he pressed his thumb against her clit. The combined force of the toy fucking into her and her hips bucking up to meet each thrust gave the pressure on her clit such a perfect movement that it took no time at all before she was screaming his name as she came. He didn’t slow down his thrusts, rubbing his thumb harder and faster against her clit, and soon she was gushing around the silicone in his hand. If it weren't for the fucking chastity cage, he would have cum right there with her. He knew that even without feeling her warm wetness pulse around him, he wouldn't have been able to hold back. His cock throbbed, ached, and leaked so much that he was almost dizzy.

As she came down from her climax, her shallow breaths began to even out and she wiped a sweaty strand of hair out of her face. She looked up at Dean, unsure what to expect, and he was panting like he’d also just cum. She smiled and sat up.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” she announced before padding out of the room. She returned quicker than he expected, and he looked up to see her leaning against the doorframe, dangling the key from her finger. She looked to him, expectantly, and he could only nod. “Sit,” she said, pointing to the bed as she approached. He did as he was told. She kneeled on the cold floor in front of him and gently parted his thighs with her hands. His legs quivered at her touch, tense and electric like a live wire inside him. Trying to be as gentle as possible, she carefully clicked the key into the lock and the cage sprung open. She pulled the dripping plastic off of him and dropped it onto the floor next to her. Without any of the tension leaving his muscles, he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His eyes met hers and he wondered whether she could see how he trembled, or maybe he was just wound so tightly that he felt like he was trembling.

“Still green?” she asked with a smirk, and he let out a breathless laugh.

“Fuck yeah,” he replied. “I'd really love to cum, though.”

“And you deserve to. That was incredible,” she responded, her voice breathy. “Lay back.” He laid back on the bed and she ran her hands up his firm, sweaty thighs. She grinned as he immediately swelled and hardened. “Feel good to be free?” she asked.

As he started to answer, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him in. He choked on whatever words he was going to say and bucked up into her hot mouth. She bobbed up and down, finding a quick, smooth rhythm, and running her tongue along the sensitive skin on the underside of his crown. He let out a strangled cry and before she knew it, the salty tang of his cum was spurting down her throat. For half a moment, he was embarrassed by how quickly he came, but that thought was immediately overpowered by the intensity of his orgasm. With all the build up and tension and not a modicum of release, he'd exploded, cumming so hard he saw stars. She worked him through the waves of pleasure, swallowing every last drop that he gave her. She was grinning wildly as he grabbed her and pulled her off him.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he panted.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Winchester.” She crawled up onto the bed next to him and curled into his side, both of them so spent and satisfied that they weren’t sure when they’d be able to move from that position.

#spn fanfic #spn smut #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean smut #smut #supernatural fanfiction

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chokemeanakin · 4 years

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Anakin and a super giggly reader? Like laughing gas giggly? Or if youre wanting fun times request, him seeing reader jealous of the way girls look at him and Ani showing her he only had eyes for her?

I did both :) Hope you enjoy <3

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Anakin with a giggly reader headcanons (gn)

Normally you’re not this giggly. Don’t get me wrong, you love to laugh and have a good time, but something is off about you today. Anakin notices right away.

He walks into your apartment to bring you some lunch to find you poking at R2, who beeps in annoyance while you laugh at him. He rolls around you, poking you back with his metal utility arm which only sends you into more fits of laughter. You chase him around and try to hug him but he wheels away from you as fast as you can.

Anakin watches you for a moment, a smile on his lips before he realizes how weird you’re acting.

”Y/n?” you turn when he calls your name and your face lights up once again. You run towards him and take the food and when you see he’s brought you your favorite drink, you fall backward onto the couch and start sipping it, a content smile on your face. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

You finish about half of the drink before you decide to answer. “Obi-Wan gave me like 6 pills for my headache. I feel great!”

”He gave you how many pills?”

Anakin has to stop himself from turning around and hunting Obi-Wan down. Shouldn’t he of all people know how to dose someone correctly? And why didn’t he at least stay with you to supervise you if he knew he messed up?

”Stop pouting,” you giggled and poked his cheek. “It’s not really his fault. He was in a rush somewhere so he left R2 with me. R2 where’d you go?”

He beeped warily from the corner.

Anakin got you to tell him which pills exactly Obi-Wan gave you, and figured out that you were only supposed to get 2 pills at the most. Thank god they weren’t lethal, and side-effects of over dosing were… he guessed it… extreme euphoria.

He releases R2 from babysitting duties and takes over. He wrangles you to the couch where he hopes you can watch a show on the tv until the pills work its way through your system, but everything the screen flashes hurls you into fits of ab-aching laughter.

You end up in tears, rolling around on the ground, and even Anakin can’t help but smile and shake his head at your ridiculous state. He turns the tv off when you plop onto him and refuse to get off, just playing with his hair and running your fingers over the planes of his face.

Your face gets serious, and then suddenly breaks out into a huge grin, over and over like a cycle. You laugh, but won’t tell him what’s so funny.

He knows you’re not in the right state of mind, but he thinks you’re beautiful when you smile and takes full advantage of the opportunity to stare at it shamelessly.

Then the second side-effect of overdosing takes place, and you pass out cold right on top of him.

Anakin Skywalker x Jealous/Insecure Reader (fem)

You had no issue with keeping your and Anakin’s relationship a secret. You weren’t going to stand in the way of his Jedi career, and honestly sneaking around had a bit of a thrill to it. It was only moments like this when you hated not being about to claim Anakin as yours in front of the entire world.

You were taking a break from your tasks of the day and sat on a bench in the garden, eating your lunch as you watched Anakin and Obi-Wan train before you. It was hot out, so the boys had taken their shirts off long ago-- not that you were complaining.

You tried to observe Anakin as innocently as possible-- the way his muscles moved as he swung his lightsaber, how his hair stuck to his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down his chest. He was literally glowing in the sunlight. Your heart swelled at the sight of him.

This beautiful man… and he was all yours.

It was then that you heard the giggling. You turned your head to see through the bushes. Senator Padme Amidala was leading a group of three of her friends-- handmaidens, from back when she was Queen-- through the gardens. They had stopped just outside the clearing you were in and were watching, pointing, and giggling at the two boys training. They hadn’t seemed to notice you yet.

Padme walked casually into the clearing, and your heart sunk as the three girls followed behind. They were all beautiful. Not just Padme, with her chocolate brown eyes, endless curls, and soft face. But the girls behind her were all tall, slim, and jaw-droppingly lovely. All four of them seemed to radiate like angels under the afternoon sun.

“Good evening, General Skywalker. Master Kenobi,” Padme greeted with a sweet smile. You knew Padme was an old flame of Anakin’s, but it never really bothered you. He always assured you it was just a little childhood crush, nothing more, and you trusted him. But something about her was making your blood boil now.

“Senator,” Anakin bowed his head in greeting, deactivating his saber. He bent to retrieve his shirt from the ground and wiped the sweat away from his face, giving the girls a full show of his glistening muscles in the process. “What brings you out here?”

“My friends from Naboo are visiting and I thought I’d show them around the gardens. Then I saw you two training and thought I might introduce them to two of the finest Jedi in the galaxy.”

The girls’ laughter tinkled like bells in the air, and Padme kept that same sugary-grin plastered on her face.

Padme is a friend, you had to remind yourself. She means no harm.

She stepped aside and gestured to the girls, introducing them as Samé, Moté, and Rowé. They each bowed in turn, long curtains of hair almost brushing the ground, and returning to a standing position with equally gorgeous, shy smiles.

Anakin crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow playfully. “I don’t know if we’re the two ‘finest’ Jedi in the galaxy, but your input is appreciated. It’s a pleasure to meet you three.”

This made the girls erupt in another fit of giggles. You wanted to gouge your eyes out.

“Well,” he looked from you to Obi-Wan, not really knowing what to do next. Yet, always the charmer, he offered, “Obi-Wan and I are still in the midst of training, if you would like to stay for a bit. You can sit on the bench with Y/n over there. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing.”

You wanted to crawl into a hole when he pointed you out. All eyes were on you, and you forced your scowl into a pained smile.

“Sure,” you forced a kind tone, scooching over to give them all a place to sit. They all glided over to you, their dresses floating behind them in the breeze.

As soon as Padme sat next to you, you were enveloped in the scent of daisies and vanilla. You wanted to cry. Why did they all get to be so beautiful and smell good?

“Hello Y/n,” Padme greeted with that same sweet smile. Her eyes looked golden in the sunlight. “Are you eating lunch?”

Suddenly, being surrounded by girls who were far taller and toned than you were made your stomach stop grumbling. You put the sandwich that you had been gripping too hard back into your bag, and kicked it under the bench.

“I was just finishing,” you told her.

She nodded, kind face still trained on you as the other girls’ attention was solely focused on the two dueling men before you.

“I’m sorry about barging in… I didn’t mean to intrude. My friends have never met a Jedi before, and when I told them about Anakin and Obi-Wan they were so excited to meet them.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” you folded your hands in your lap, nails digging into the skin of your palms. “You weren’t interrupting anything. And I’m sure Anakin and Obi-Wan would love to show off a little bit.”

“Of course they would. They won’t admit it, but they both have a bit of an ego... as I’m sure you already know,” Padme laughed lightly, her smile blinding you. Then she turned her attention to the Jedi.

The five of you watched them train for a while. Samé, Moté, and Rowé oohed and ahhed at different times, gasping when the fighting got intense, and crossing and uncrossing their legs. You managed to quell the anger burning in your chest during this time, reminding yourself of how childish you were being. So what a couple of beautiful women were practically drooling over your boyfriend? It’s not like Anakin was even acknowledging them.

You couldn’t help but listen in on their conversations though. It started with a “He’s very cute, don’t you think?” and continued on to “Look at his muscles,” “Look how fit,” “That is one gorgeous man Padme, how have you never thought about courting him?”

“Ladies,” Padme gently quieted their giggling. “Jedi cannot form attachments. You can observe all you want, but acting on any attraction would be disrespectful.”

You could just about kiss Padme.

But the comments didn’t stop. They kept talking about him-- his eyes, his hair, his mouth. His power, physique, strength, everything. It went on and on.

“What about Obi-Wan?” you spoke up. The girls quieted, and surveyed, and the middle girl spoke.

“He’s also very nice,” she admitted. “I’d take either of them, honestly, but my first choice would have to be the Skywalker guy.”

Your blood started to spike again. They’re not deli meats, you wanted to snap. You can’t own them.

Your jealousy was hypocritical. You knew this. That’s why you stayed rooted to the spot, not a peep coming out of your mouth.

It was only when the girls began shouting requests-- “Anakin, twirl your lightsaber behind your back again! Anakin do a backflip! Anakin, float me that flower with the force!”-- that you had had enough.

He had obliged to their requests. Of course he did. He was a gentleman, after all, and ignoring them would have been rude. But watching that rose-- your favorite flower-- fly through the air and gently tuck into Rowé’s silky smooth hair had you shooting to your feet, grabbing your bag from under the bench, and muttering an excuse to leave to Padme. You were out of the gardens before anyone could question you.

You stormed into your apartment, clenching and unclenching your fists as you paced.

It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, you chanted in your head.

You stopped your pacing when you caught your reflection in the mirror. You stared at yourself, unable to stop comparing yourself to the girls in the garden.

It’s not that you weren’t pretty. You thought you were… at least before today. But you had never been the most confident in your looks to begin with, and seeing those girls interact with Anakin today felt like a punch in the gut.

He could do so much better.

You weren’t as thin as them, you didn’t wear flowy dresses, or float on elegant footsteps, or have miles and miles of silky smooth hair. You suddenly felt too big, too ugly, too disgusting.

All the confidence you had worked up in order to be with Anakin… gone.

Suddenly, the door to your apartment opened. You quickly wiped away the tear that had escaped from your eye and turned away from the mirror, heading to the bookshelf to look busy.

“Y/n?” Anakin asked, peering around the corner for you. You kept your back turned, trying to stop the sudden onslaught of tears as you pretended to organize the bookshelf. “You’re upset. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not--” oh, what was the use? Of course he could tell you were crying. It was that damn force perception of his that made it virtually impossible for you to hide any kind of emotion from him. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he pressed, walking up behind you. Carefully, he put a hand on your shoulder. “You can talk to me.”

“It’s stupid.”

“If it’s hurting you, it’s not stupid.”

“I’m being immature. I just need to get over it.”

Anakin was quiet for a moment. “Is this about Padme’s friends?”

You squeezed your eyes closed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Anakin spun you around to face him, but you brought your hands up to cover your face.

“I don’t know why you even like me,” you whispered thickly, tears still choking you up. “I’m disgusting compared to them.”

The words burned your tongue as they left your mouth. You had never been so open about your insecurities with Anakin, not like this at least. You had always put on a brave face before him, tried to exude confidence. He said he liked that about you. But now… he was really seeing you at your worst. And you were fully prepared for his feelings to change due to it.

“Y/n,” Anakin said. His voice was clipped, angry. “Y/n, look at me.”

He took your chin in his hand and forced your face up. You dropped your hands from your face, but kept your eyes cast downward shamefully. You could not bear to look him in his beautiful, angry face or you were pretty sure you would lose it altogether.

Instead of snapping at you, which you were preparing for, you felt the ghost of Anakin’s lips trace the skin of your jaw. He pressed a kiss beneath your ear, then the side of your neck, then the junction between your neck and shoulder. He made his way back up, leaving gentle, scalding kisses all over your face and neck. He kissed away a tear that had escaped, swiping another dry with his thumb. He kissed you until you felt okay enough to look him in the eyes.

“There’s my girl,” he grinned. Perfect. Gorgeous. Totally out of your league.

He held your face between both of his hands so you could not escape the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore into you like lasers, stripping you completely bare. With your incredibly low self-esteem, he very well might as well have.

“Stop,” you muttered. You didn’t want to hear him try to build your confidence back up. There was no going back after the images of those beautiful girls plagued your mind from today.

Anakin pursed his lips and sighed. “Baby,” he smoothed his hand over your hair soothingly, eyes following his movements. “You don’t see what I see.”

“I don’t need to,” you argued. “Not when there’s people like them walking around.”

“But they’re not you,” Anakin’s voice was fierce. “There are so many beautiful people walking around in this galaxy, billions probably, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. But I am attracted to you, Y/n. I love you. And no one else.”

“Why, though?” you couldn’t help but ask. The memory of the flower tucking itself into Rowé’s hair came flashing back into your mind. Her glittering smile. The fluttering eyelashes. The rosy blush painting her cheeks.

Anakin released your face and grabbed your hand instead. “Come here,” he ordered, leading you to the mirror you had been looking at. He positioned you in front of him and stood behind you, arms wrapped around you and chin resting on your shoulder. A king draped over a peasant.

“Let me tell you what I see,” his deep voice murmured in your ear. He started with your arms, running his hands lightly from your shoulders, dipping into the curves of your elbows, tracing a line down your forearm, and entwining his fingers with yours. “These are beautiful,” his eyes were focused on your reflection.

He brought his hands back up, then began trailing them down your sides, holding your waist between his large hands and pressing his palms flat against your stomach. “This is beautiful.”

His hands made their way down to your hips, where you had to stop yourself from squirming. You were ticklish there. His hands fit perfectly over your curves, and he breathed, “This is beautiful.”

He got on his knees suddenly, shifting so that he was in front of you. Your face was on fire as his hands continued their journey down, over the tops of your thighs, to your knees, fitting over your calves and holding your ankles. “These are beautiful,” he looked up at you.

He got up, and caught your chin in his hand again. “And this,” he whispered, breath fanning over your lips. He raked his eyes up and down your face, shamelessly admiring it. “This is the most beautiful of all.”

He captured your lips in his after saying this, feeling the heat pool in your cheeks with his hands. The kiss was soft, and short, and sweet. But it turned you into a pool of jelly under his ministrations, your knees going weak and eyes brimming with tears for a different reason than earlier.

“There is no need to be self-conscious,” he spoke when he broke away. “There’s no need to compare yourself to other girls. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing is ever going to change that.”

No words would ever be good enough to show your gratitude toward Anakin. Your solution-- press your lips to his again, and show him how good he made you feel.

#take a shot every time someone says ‘beautiful’#anakinskywalker x reader #star wars prequals #soft anakin #anakin skywalker #jealous reader #insecure reader #anakin fluff

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batarella · 4 years

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The Bullet: A Sequel to the Commander - Part 4 (Jason Todd x Reader)

This was probably the most chaotic, fun thing I’ve ever written.

WORDS: 9744 WARNINGS: Vaginal sex, oral sex (both receiving) GUN KINK GUN KINK GUN KINK, Bank Hostage, firearms, violence

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“Recent reports have shown a sharp decline in Gotham City’s organized crime rate, with the deaths of several of the city’s biggest crime families. The most notable being Roman Sionis, Salvatore Maroni, and Carmine Falcone.”

If there was anything, anything at all, that came directly out of his wettest dreams and porn fantasies, all the way from when he was old enough to get his first boner. This. This was what he’d imagine. The Red Hood visor, gleaming in blood red, it was a little loose over Y/N’s head but god, it looked so good on her he might as well hand over the mantle.

“Responsible for these murders are the vigilante criminals most commonly known as the Red Hood and Deadshot. About five weeks since the last murder, the duo is yet to be captured by the Gotham City Police Department. Their bounty has raised to an astonishing twelve million dollars…”

This wasn’t a fantasy. This was better than porn. The visor, in fact, was the only thing she had on. Splayed out on a comfy lounge chair, legs spread out so wide as they were laid out on top of the arm rests so she was as exposed and open as she ever could be.

“They continue to fight against the city’s astonishing crime rate, battling the likes of Penguin, Riddler, Two Face, among all other well-known criminal masterminds that operate within the city, continuing the job of what used to be the late Dark Knight’s. However, considering their strings of homicides and other crimes both state and federal, it is unknown where their alignment truly belongs…”

“Oh!” she screamed with her fingers digging into his rugged dark hair. The visor, as much as it made her look like a total badass, was probably all fogged up on the inside from all the heavy breathing she was inevitably doing. On his knees in front of her, Jason suckled on her clit like he would to her nipples and let his tongue go into a frenzied lapping.

Y/N couldn’t hear the TV anymore. Not when her cries were loud enough to pass through the rather thin walls of their brand-new loft apartment even when they were slightly muffled. Boxes were still unpacked and sitting around the living room. After robbing a warehouse they managed to afford a really nice place where known criminals aren’t expected to live in.

She spread her legs even wider, let the brightness from the glass walls coincide with the feathery lightness of engaging in one of those lazy days in bed, on the couch, and often even on the floor. Y/N rolled her hips, watched as her pussy was so expertly eaten out through the optics of Jason’s visor. It was red all around, and an identifier on the holographic screen focused on Jason’s face. His eyes looked up at her, dark, hungry, and hooded.

Jason pulled away, his saliva dripping onto her clit. “Record me. It’s on the side.”

“Fuck…” she pressed on the button and she saw a beeping red dot at the corner. He smiled at her visor, winked, then inserted two fingers inside her. She cried out at the fullness, then Jason grabbed her ass and pulled her to the edge of her seat, her back so lazily slumped against the chair.

“G-gonna…” she moaned, grabbing the back of the chair. “…watch this when you go on patrol, babe?”

Jason quirked up an eyebrow, curling up his fingers to make her squeal. “Keep moaning. I wanna hear you scream.”

His fingers violently started pumping in and out of her like she wasn’t so tight clenching around him. lips around her clit, his tongue over the hood in long, lapping circles. Y/N tried so hard to keep herself relaxed when the jolts running up her spine were so rapid and strong, her hands did nothing to suppress them holding onto the seat or his hair. She came, letting out the filthiest cries and moans that were the product of every man and woman’s dreams, all the while making sure the visor had a good shot of Jason’s mouth on her pussy and her legs so openly spread out.

She jumped when Jason pulled away, spat at her cunt, before slapping it hard with his palm and standing up. Y/N pressed on the button to raise the visor and stop recording. “Fuck…”

“You’re blushing so much,” he placed a kiss on her head as he took the helmet off.

“I’ve never been recorded before…”

His cock twitched at the sight of her hand resting on her pussy, just lazily rubbing around to relax herself and spread out her cum mixed with his drool. Hands on her sides, Jason leaned down towards her and sloppily wrestled his lips over hers.

“Taste yourself?” he pulled her chin up and licked her tongue.

“Yes.”

Her hand had already found itself pumping his incredibly erect cock, and the pre-cum started spilling onto her palm. Jason moaned with his lips on hers, pulling away to watch her play with his member. When her wet, plump lips so masterfully dragged itself against the thickest vein down his balls, Jason cried out her name.

“Wait,” he hissed when she kitten licked his tip. “You wanna play?”

Hand on her pussy still rubbing, she gasped. “Yes please…”

“Stay there.”

Y/N let out a whimper when Jason made his way to one of the boxes laying in the living room, dick slapping against his stomach as he walked. Her one hand against her teeth, biting into her thumb, while the other continually played with herself as she enjoyed the sight of his magnificent body, she suddenly froze when Jason pulled out a pistol.

“Oh…” her eyes widened.

Jason emptied the magazine and tested it to see it was safe, while also turning on the safety lock.

“That one of mine or yours?”

“Mine,” Jason made his way back to her. He caressed the barrel with his intimately calloused fingers then handed it over.

She twirled the it around her finger. “Why am I only finding out now that you have a gun kink?”

“Don’t you?”

Y/N, keeping her eyes on him, pressed the barrel delicately against her lips, and Jason groaned just looking at her swearing that his dick jumped up to his stomach. She stared at his cock, so extremely horny and wet around her thighs that when she encased the pistol’s muzzle around with her lips, Jason took the gun from her and held onto its grip.

“Suck.”

Smiling from ear to ear, she leaned into the gun and licked all the way up the barrel exactly as she had done with his cock, which Jason was slowly starting to jack off with his own hand while his eyes hungrily stared at Y/N. She didn’t stop playing with her pussy, though her hands were unevenly going over her folds when her focus was dead set on the gun, now slipping into her mouth. It was smaller than Jason, smaller than what her mouth was used to, so it didn’t even hurt when she hallowed out her cheeks and took the barrel in at full capacity, letting it hit the back of her throat.

Jason pumped his cock faster now, thrusting the gun in and out of her hallowed out mouth to his will. She stuck her tongue out, eyes starting to water. The gun as definitely harsher around her gums and was a lot more solid, but she took it in like a champ, not even gagging when Jason pushed it into her throat. He cursed repeatedly the more her drool started seeping out onto the barrel. So he pulled it out, watched her catch her breath and quicken her hot little pussy rubbing.

“Fuck… I love you…” The gun in his hand was dripping with her drool. And as she threw her head back, rubbing her clit, Jason pressed the gun directly against her pussy.

“Don’t stop…” he breathed, then he slowly inserted the barrel into her cunt. “Fuck!”

It wasn’t like a dildo or a vibrator or even a dick. This was a gun. One she’d just used against ten robbers the day prior. And despite its shape, how generally uncomfortable it was, she was definitely going to cum just from looking at Jason pump the gun in and out of her while he jacked off.

It filled her up, stretched her walls. Inside her, it was dangerous, absolutely filthy, and goddamn it was hot. One hand grabbed the back of the chair, her other hand rapidly rubbing at her clit, Jason moved the gun up towards her pelvis where he knew that sweet spot was at.

She screamed, a loud, high-pitched cry tearing through her throat. She raised her legs up in the air, and when Jason replaced her hand on her pussy with his, his thumb circling her clit just as violently as she had just done, Y/N held both her legs up with her now free hands to fully expose her cunt. Her thighs were up to her stomach, knees up to her shoulders. Jason kept fucking her with the gun until her stomach started to contract, her pussy clenching so hard until that sweet, sharp release flowed all the way through her, through her every nerve. The itch that had been long been beneath her skin that no other could reach, it was like a rapid scratching right against that very spot.

Eyes going white, she held Jason’s hand to stop him before her sensitivity eventually kills her. Her gun, now filled with her juices, was put up against her mouth once again for her to lick clean, which she happily obliged despite her breaths barely keeping pace.

“One more,” she moaned, standing up to Jason and pulling him close in her arms. “I want you to cum inside me.”

“Fuck yes.”

He kissed her so harshly that they both fell to the floor, with Y/N on top. She sat on his lap and jolted when he made her sit up so he could playfully slap his tip against her sensitive bud. His lips on her nipple, they kissed and wrestled each other’s lips for a long while, skin against skin, rubbing their heat against the other to create this wonderful, loving friction. She bit onto his neck and cried when he plunged deep inside her.

She placed her feet on the ground, and on a squatting position, she laid herself back with her hands on Jason’s legs to push and pull herself out with her legs so spread out, giving Jason the most wonderful view of her pussy eating up his dick. Jason laid on his back, but his head was craned up so he could continue to watch. It was so much easier to take all of his cock to drag along her walls with her knees to pull up her weight. The gun felt nice, but his cock really takes the cake. It was so big and thick and it was his and fuck it was everything.

Spreading her legs like a fucking eagle’s wings, Jason held the bottom of her thighs to help her bounce, and the slapping noises of her thighs against his pelvis, it was so loud, loud enough to contest their moans. Her head was up to the ceiling, eyes closed shut just to stop herself from the intensity.

Then Jason pulled the gun from the ground and pushed the muzzle right up against her clit. “FUCK!”

“You being fucked like this, Commander Y/N?”

Holy shit, that never gets old.

“Fuck, yes, yes I do!”

Her moans were whiny and needy and so engulfed into her high. Jason grunted. “Uh, fuck!” He rubbed the tip of the gun over around her clit.

“Don’t stop! Please, oh god, RIGHT THERE!” she screamed, her arms starting to give out. Jason flipped them around so fast his dick barely pulled out of her pussy. Now on her side, facing away from Jason and her shoulder pressed against the cold marble floor, Jason raised her leg with his hand and started fucking her from behind. “Oh! Yes!”

His thumb was in her mouth, just to feel how her moans would be so muffled and how her face contracted to the pleasurable tremors. She bit onto him and he hissed at both the pain on his cock and her teeth. Jason kept her leg raised up so he could fuck her as deep as he could. His balls slapping against her clit, he moaned against her ear.

She squeezed her eyes shut to stop herself from bursting into tears when the orgasm tore through her. The bottom of her feet started to tingle and burn, with the shocks spewing up her legs and thighs. Her pussy clenched over and over, tighter and tighter, then Jason pulled away and started rubbing at her clit to intensify the already massively euphoric rush comparable to a beach’s wave splashing coarsely against her body. His thumb still on her mouth, her screams narrowly started to fade into deep, heavy pants. “Oh…”

Then Jason had her lay down on her stomach, jerking off his cock into release until he busted his load out onto her bare ass and back, all over her body. She fell limp and weak on the floor without moving for god knows how long.

He laughed, pridefully, like the jerk was enjoying watching her covered in his cum. Jason fell to her side, arm over her back. She placed light kisses over his nose and eyes until that rushing high faded down into a blissful aftermath.

Jason smiled from ear to ear and held her on the floor until the afternoon came.

“Babe,” he said to her ear after a few hours of napping on the ground. “Look.”

“What?”

“The news.”

Oh yeah. The TV was on the whole time.

“Breaking news! The Bank of Gotham has been held hostage by ten gunmen over at Founder’s Island. People have flocked from all around the neighborhood crying for their loved ones who are being held at gun point. It is estimated that a total of thirty people, including the bank’s staff, are involved in this scene.”

“Fucking hell,” Y/N sat up from the ground. “Where are Nightwing and Rob-“

“Nightwing and Robin, who were expected to fly into this scene and take care of the situation, have also been tied down and captured by these gunmen, joining the victims at the bank.”

“I fucking knew it.”

When the camera panned over the scene, a bank that had been broken into where hundreds of people stood in tears, they turned to each other.

“That’s thirty people in there.”

“We’ve never had to take of something so public before.”

“Y/N,” he gulped. “I think we should save them, but-“

“We’ll get caught. And arrested. Everyone’s looking for us.”

“I know…”

“Among the victims is a six month old baby-“

“Fuck!” she placed her hand against her mouth.

She stood up from the floor, grabbed a shirt to cover herself up so she wasn’t naked frantically walking around the floor.

“We should go.”

“We have to be careful.”

“I know,” Jason swallowed, running a hand down the side of her face. “We take those men down and get the hell out of there.”

She nodded her head, and Jason rushed to the boxes, got Y/N’s suit, and threw it at her direction.

-----

An underground tunnel, one that lead right below the bank for its water passages. It was disgusting having to walk through the sewers with the dirt water seeping to their boots. Red Hood trailed behind Deadshot, with the light on her optics leading the way.

Red Hood turned on his x-ray vision.

“There,” he pointed up to the grimy ceiling. “There’s an office up there. No one’s around.”

“On it.”

Deadshot took a mine bomb from her hip, pressed on its trigger, then she threw the small, circular puck up to the ceiling until it stuck. They backed away, turned towards a corner. When they heard the explosion they pulled out their guns ready for anything expected to come up.

Nothing. The place was probably too far from the central area where the hostages were being held. They turned from the corner and grappled up to the office. It was dark, neat where it hadn’t been destroyed. Deadshot’s heat sensors detected nothing outside the door. Red Hood loaded his gun. They stepped out of the room and crept down the halls.

Just outside the office halls, it should lead to the area behind one of the teller desks, which can hide them so long as they wouldn’t notice the door open. There was one gunman with an AK, all the way over to the front where the people were huddled together. Nightwing and Robin, as they could see, were at the bottom of the escalators with one gunman each, tied with a rope on their arms and legs. One more gunman stood with the hostages, while all the other ones worked with the vaults, piling all the cash into a bag like some cartoon villains. They’d probably have a dollar sign printed onto the bag as well.

Red Hood unlocked the door, and with the palm of his hand, ever so slowly pushed it open light enough to have been pushed by the wind. No one noticed. Deadshot crawled underneath the teller’s desk and Red Hood followed behind. They kept under them as they moved slowly towards the vaults.

Two men were inside it, and the other vault was all the way over to the other side. When Red Hood nodded at her, he and Deadshot slowly crept up behind them and snapped their necks.

“Ey!” one of the robbers said to the crowd. “Did I hear talking?!”

Bullets, repeatedly being fired out of his gun. There were screams and cries but it sounded like he only shot at the ceiling. “That’s what I thought.”

“Red Hood,” she said to him. “We have to hurry with these other guys.”

“I know. You take the second floor. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Then they spread out. Deadshot kept herself out of sight as she grappled up to the second floor’s railings and hid behind it. With her back crouched over, optics burning bright, she saw three men on her floor. Two were at the vaults. One was by himself standing guard right outside of it.

So she grappled up to a gargoyle, careful not to be seen despite having the guard with a large shotgun to his chest in her line of sight.

Deadshot grabbed her gun, one she made herself just a few days ago.

The world’s most silent sniper rifle.

Loading it with its special ammo, she looked into the scope and fired.

The man fell to the ground without so much as a flinch from her gun. She had to move fast.

She grabbed her silencer pistol and jumped onto the ground, grabbed the body and threw it to the side. Then she waited, right outside the vault. The two’s voices slowly became nearer and nearer. When they stepped out, backs turned to her, she fired her gun at them both.

Second floor covered.

She grappled back up and turned her optics on to spy on Red Hood. She pressed on her communicator. “You good?”

“Yeah. Can you take down the two over at Nightwing and Robin?”

“On it.”

She could have sworn those two had caught her eye. She could see them looking at her direction with her scope. Her sniper in hand, she needed to kill one faster than the other could even notice. Breathe.

Two bullets in half a second. The two bodies fell lifelessly to the ground.

“Silencer sniper, huh? Won't that make you a little bit too OP?”

“Jealous?”

“Eh.”

She saw Jason slam the last robber on the head to the cold hard ground. Just two more. The gunmen by the victims.

“Take down the one on the back.”

She was already focusing her scope on the said robber. “You ready?”

“YOU. YEAH YOU. YOUR FUCKING BABY. TELL IT TO STOP FUCKING CRYING!”

The baby in question, the six month old being held in her mother’s arms, screamed even louder. The mother was crying as well, rocking the baby in her arms, and everyone around her shivered with their ears held closed. The robber went up to the woman and held the gun to her head. “No. Please…”

“I said. Tell that fucking baby to SHUT UP.”

She did everything she could, hushing the baby.

“Go,” Red Hood said to her.

She fired the shot. As the body fell dead, blood spattering onto the victims, there were screams and cries that alerted the last remaining gunner, turning his attention over to Deadshot.

“YOU!”

Just before Red Hood could tackle him down, he raised his AK at her, fired, and she barely dodged them, toppling over from her position on the gargoyle. But she grabbed onto the edge with her fingers, her feet flying in the air. Deadshot looked around for anything she could jump to.

Red Hood, on the other hand, grabbed the AK and pointed it up at the ceiling, trying his very best not to get anything onto the poor victims. He kept firing, over and over, and it broke a window as well as the skylight above them. The hostages screamed at the glass falling over to them.

Deadshot jumped to the second floor and rolled until her back hit a wall. She coughed, brushed off the pain, then she rushed immediately to the scene. She had to be fast. Those people will die.

Jumping over to the ground floor, she helped Red Hood disarm the gunner by landing a strong kick to his gut, repeatedly, as Red Hood gained more control over the gun. She pulled out her pistol, fired at his stomach, but the bullet proof vest he had on only slightly moved him back.

But Red Hood slammed his visor against his head and his crippling nerves forced him to let go. He threw the AK to the ground, then Deadshot grabbed his head, pulled it down, then slammed it against her knee. Red Hood grabbed him from the back and twisted his arms behind him to immensely painful that he screamed even louder than the baby ever could.

Deadshot landed a kick to his face, blacking him out, then Red Hood slammed his whole body to lay flat against the ground.

“Red Hood!” Nightwing screamed when he got the gag off his mouth. “Don’t!”

He pulled out a gun and fired at his head.

Deadshot watched on, at the people looking at them terrified beyond their wits. The kids were crying, the adults curled up their bodies to look smaller and avoid the look on her eye. Or rather, her optics. When she raised her hands to calm them down, they all screamed. “Don’t hurt us!”

“Please!”

“Come on,” Red Hood said to her. “We have to get out.”

Of course. Before this all blows out of proportion. The people were safe now.

The door slammed open and GCPD officers suddenly appeared, holding their guns out at the two. “It’s Red Hood and Deadshot!”

With their grappling guns, they easily shot up straight towards the skylight, over at the roof, they over the top and slid down the metal scenes with their legs outstretched, before they landed right in front of the people clustered around the bank, when their faces once filled with stricken fear and terror, tears down their faces, they now stared at the two vigilantes in awe.

Red Hood and Deadshot stood frozen in front of them, standing right at the front and center of the Bank of Gotham’s roof. The froze, because they weren’t screaming, or pointing.

They were clapping.

“Red Hood!!!”

“Deadshot!!!”

“You saved us!!!”

“Over there! Get them!” The fucking cops.

With the crowd cheering for them, they jumped off to the rooftop across. They heard their names, in cries of thanks instead of fear.

So narrowly, they got away. Thankfully.

When the chaos had subsided, they reached the top of one of the skyscrapers where the cops couldn’t find them. And they reveled at the silence. The billboards. It was of the news scene. At the bank. Then there was flashes of their pictures splayed out on the screen.

“Glad we got away,” Red Hood sat on the ledge. Deadshot joined him and kept her eyes on the bustling city, at the news reports. Her masked face came up beside Jason’s with question marks around them. She didn’t know what the fuck that meant.

“Jay. What did we just do?”

Red Hood didn’t answer. He looked on at the screen so focused and silent. Deadshot swallowed, and her throat started to itch and burn. She placed and a hand on his thigh and Red Hood’s breath hitched.

“Hey. You okay?”

He didn’t answer again. He was so focused. Head craned down…

She heard moaning. Her moaning.

“Oh my god, ARE YOU WATCHING MY VIDEO?”

A hard punch to the shoulder and Jason raised his visor, exposing his red, flustered face. “Sorry…”

-----

“Earlier today, thirty-two people were held hostage in the Bank of Gotham for more than two hours. Reports say that there were ten gunmen in the scene, and that they have taken the vigilante heroes Nightwing and Robin as well, just before they had taken over the bank.

However, what were once the East Coasts’ most hated and sought-after criminals are now subject for mass appreciation and mixed criticisms online. Red Hood and Deadshot, once called Gotham’s Bonnie and Clyde, have taken into action and single-handedly saved the thirty-two hostages, taking the lives of five of the ten gunmen in the process.

After the event, citizens have stormed various social media platforms discussing the true verdict for these two heroes, for their alignment in the moral spectrum. Some say they are criminals to be taking lives of these men, bringing up their troubled pasts for being known to mindlessly kill their enemies. On the other hand, some say they are heroes more deserving of an applause as the late Batman himself! As they have done what the Dark Knight couldn’t do, to do whatever it takes to make this city as safe for its citizens as possible.

A majority of these netizens seem to be leaning towards the latter, as polls show, some demanding that they be taken out of the most wanted list and let them continue being Gotham’s heroes that it truly deserves.”

Y/N and Jason stood right in front of the TV, chests heaving. It had grown dark, yet none of them turned the lights on.

“Well,” Y/N bit her lips. “That wasn’t what we expected to happen.”

“It’ll die down. Eventually.”

“You think they’ll arrest us?”

“Oh they will. Bounty’s gone up to fifteen mil.”

“Jeez. Why’d they want us so bad?”

“My theory, all that money’s from whatever crime lord is left alive. Probably doesn’t want us to go after him next.”

“Well, I don’t have anyone else to kill in mind. What’s their fucking problem?”

Jason laid down on the lounge chair. “Fuck them.”

“Yeah. Fuck them.”

She laid on top of his lap, legs over the arm rest, then she placed her head right up against his temple. His arms were so warm circling her, encasing her in that envelope of safety she long needed after days like these. Kissing his head, she stayed there for as long as she could, exhaustion creeping up her nerves so they’d eventually fall asleep.

Heroes. Them. She’s never been called a hero. Not once in her life. Jason maybe. In fact, he grew up being one. He was used to being labeled into something that puts such immense pressure on you to actually continue being a hero, when kids from all around the world are going to look up to you and want to be you someday. And the failures, when they do happen, hit harder than a shit brick. It’ll be devastating, to both her and the people.

When villains fail, when her uncle failed, no one bats an eye. But when it came to the Justice League? The world falls apart. Criticisms left and right. Hearts will be broken. And you’ll be so engulfed in the public eye that your actions will be more determined by what people will think is right, instead of working for yourself.

She didn’t want to be called a hero. She can do good things. Be good to people. But this attention? This praise? It all feels more like a demand. People are going to go to her to save them, their problems she didn’t often care about. She didn’t want to be the one they turned to when a cat was stuck up in a tree when the fire department wasn’t going to make it. She didn’t want to be a savior. Just someone who takes care of the bad guys. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wanted to be ignored by the public and let her do her own thing. And her own thing will quite possibly always include taking lives. It was how she was brought up.

Jason. He probably didn’t think much about it at all. He doesn’t care if he was a hero or a villain or nothing at all. So long as he does what he thinks should be done, take lives when needed, rid the city of crime but not without committing crimes himself. He was asleep, laying his head against her shoulder so peacefully. She kissed his cheek again and pressed herself against him so she’d feel that peacefulness for herself.

She could easily just be taking this all out of proportion. Quite easily, she would.

And as her eyes started to flutter closed, her phone rang. She reached over and opened the text.

Her heart sank to the floor.

Unknown: ‘We have Zoe. Meet us at Warehouse 39. Don’t bring any of your gear or your weapons. If you do, we kill her. We know who you are, Y/N.”

----

Not even five minutes later, they were standing outside Warehouse 39, and she was panting, trying to keep her breaths in check before she palpitates and breaks down before this all blows over.

“Hey. Hey,” Jason grabbed her shoulders and held her close. “Calm down. You have to calm down.”

“Jay,” a tear fell down her face. “That’s Zoe in there. She wasn’t supposed to get involved-“

“Whoever those assholes are, we give them what they want. All the money we have. Then we save Zoe and get the hell out of here.”

“Fuck!” she grabbed her scalp to pull on her hair but Jason stopped her. “I’m so scared…”

“I know. I know. But we have to go in there-“

“How are we supposed to defend ourselves?!” she pointed at their clothing. Jay in a red hoodie and Y/N in a brown leather jacket. They felt naked without so much as a pistol strapped to their hips and with that they were supposed to deal with someone who had a loved one’s life on the line. They can't take Zoe. Not by a long shot.

“We can take them. Whoever they are. We just have to play this smart.”

“I can't lose her…”

“You're not gonna lose her.” He pulled her body to his chest. “Shh. Come on. You have to stay calm for this to work.”

Chin over his shoulder, Y/N hugged him tight and felt his hands soothe her back, going up and over her spine.

They went through one of the back doors. So far, there was no one there. But they heard something from above them, metals clanking, perhaps even a wheel. Jason grabbed a lead pipe on the ground and stuffed it in his pants.

She tried to hide her shaking. Of all times, when it mattered, only now did she not have a plan. It had only been seven minutes since they got that text. And they almost never go after a raid without so much as inspecting the place. But now, now, if it means saving her Zoe, she’ll gladly take the fall.

Jason walked with her as they made their way up the metal staircase, footsteps echoing in the large emptiness. When they reached the top, there was nothing there was well. Just an empty chair in the middle. They walked towards it.

“Where the hell are they?”

Noises. Coming from a room on the inside. An office, maybe.

Jason gripped onto the lead pipe still stuffed into his jeans and nodded at Y/N. She led the way, walked towards the door. With her trembling breath, she opened it.

Still nothing.

The office was considerably large, if it was an office at all. The room was completely empty and barren. They walked inside.

And the door slammed shut.

Jason grabbed the lead pipe and Y/N jumped into a stance. They hurriedly turned around, letting their eyes adjust to the cold, white fluorescent that solely lit up the room. She was ready. She was so ready to take these guys down, suit or not.

But there was no fourteen-year-old child with them. Or goons with guns strapped to their chest or even a large, terrifying looking woman in a business suit.

It was two familiar looking young men, dressed casually in shirts and jeans, one with hair flopped onto his forehead much like Jason’s and the other completely bald, and the other, a woman confined to a wheelchair with fiery red hair and glasses.

They didn’t look like they were about to attack, but she kept her fists in the air, ready to pounce whenever.

Jason, however, looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of every single one of these people.

Their conversation, if it even was a conversation at all, that followed the initial realization, couldn’t possibly be describe as anything else other than absolute chaos. And if she were to recall, it would probably go something like this:

Dick: “Jason…”

Jason: “DICK!”

Tim: “Jason-”

Jason: “YOU!”

Y/N: “You know them?!”

Jason: “Barbara?”

Barbara: “YOU!”

Y/N: “ME?!”

Barbara: “The Commander!”

Y/N: “Barbara Gordon?!”

Dick: “Commander?”

Tim: “Militia…”

Jason: “SHUT UP!”

Dick: “JASON!”

Jason: “Asshole-“

Barbara: “Jason-“

Y/N: “Jason?!”

Jason: “Y/N-”

Y/N: “What is going on here!?”

Tim: “Y/N-“

Jason: “SHUT UP!”

Dick: “Would you fucking let him talk!?”

Tim: “It’s us!”

Y/N: “Who!?”

Jason: “Dick and Tim.”

Y/N: “DICK GRAYSON!?”

Dick: “You know me?!”

Y/N: “TIM DRAKE!?”

Tim: “Uhm…”

Dick: “Everybody calm down-“

Y/N: “Where’s Zoe?!”

Tim: “Zoe?”

Jason: “ZOE-“

Barbara: “Zoe?”

Y/N: “Zoe!”

Jason: “FUCKING ZOE-“

Barbara: “Who’s Zoe!?”

Y/N: “WHERE’S ZOE!!!”

Tim: “There is no Zoe!”

Jason: “You little shi-“

Y/N: “You tricked us?!”

Tim: “Tricked you?!”

Jason: “She wasn’t talking to you-“

Tim: “Would you shut up, man?”

Jason: “I’ll shut you up-“

Dick: “Jason!”

Barbara: “Jason!”

Y/N: “Jason!”

Jason: “…fucking replacement…”

Tim: “We don’t have a Zoe.”

Y/N: “Oh, really!?”

Barbara: “We didn’t trick you-“

Y/N: “Your text!”

Dick: “Uhm…”

Everyone, turned to a quiet Dick Grayson, finally silent after what was close to an actual shootout. It was a miracle this had happened without anyone being held at gunpoint.

Dick bit on the insides of his lips and backed away.

“I didn’t have a choice… I thought they wouldn’t come…”

Y/N’s eyes were bloodshot and wide, staring at the young man who had locked eyes with her, and at the sight of the sharp ice daggers shooting out from her glare, he gulped.

A terror scream fought its way out of her throat. Y/N pounced at Dick with nothing else but her bare hands comparable to claws and everyone jumped to stop her, but couldn’t. She pinned him against the walls with her one arm lodged to his neck, landing one good punch to his face before Tim grabbed her hand from going any further. Jason growled, then jumped at Tim to wrestle him to the floor. Dick managed to hold Y/N’s wrist, still incredibly strong but not strong as he was, and stopped her from landing another one to his face. Tim pushed Jason off.

“Enough!” Barbara cried.

Jason and Tim stopped, but Y/N only pushed her arm even tighter against Dick’s neck.

“S-someo-one… get her off m-me…”

His hand was shaking from so desperately trying to stop her fist. Her eyes were as good as black, and if they don’t stop now, she might actually kill Dick.

“Y/N!” Tim started for her, but Jason grabbed his shoulder and almost threw him to the ground with one swing.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“Jason!” Barbara screamed. “Get her off of Dick!”

“Why should I?!”

“Uggh!” Y/N forced herself through Dick’s hold and landed another hit to the face. He barely got to stop her again. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“P-please!” Dick choked. She tightened her arm on his neck and his face started going blue.

“Jason!” Barbara called him out again.

“You want me to do it?!” Tim cried.

“You take another step and you won't have a leg, boy wonder-“

“Then stop her. She’ll kill him,” Tim growled. Jason stared Tim down, biting onto his gums, then he turned over to Barbara who was giving him the same look as he had.

Taking his time with a long, deep sigh, he shot a glare at Tim and walked over to Y/N, hand on her shoulder.

“Come on. He’s not worth it.”

Y/N grunted a scream again. “Agh!” Dick’s arms were flailing from how tightly she was choking him.

“I tried,” Jason shrugged.

“Jason, stop her.”

He rolled his eyes and tapped repeatedly onto Y/N’s shoulder, then his hands started to pry her arms off of him. “Come on. That’s it. Get off the literal dickhead…”

Y/N, pursing her lips and looking like she was about to set the whole place on fire, finally let Jason take her hands off of Grayson, who fell to the ground at the first whip of air. Dick choked, hand on his neck, then took breathed out. “Fuck, I think she tore a muscle…” He coughed at the ground again.

Jason stepped in front of Y/N, hands on her shoulders. “Come on.”

Then, as if anyone in the whole room was stupid enough not to expect it, Y/N pulled out a pistol from god knows where she hid it and pushed Jason to the side. Everyone held their hands up and screamed at her.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Tim stepped between her and Dick. “Y/N!”

“Put the gun down!” Barbara cried.

“Y/N-“

“Jason, control her!”

“Y/N,” Jason gulped. If anything, he was as scared of her as the rest of them. He spoke calmly to her. “Why didn’t you tell me you brought a gun?”

“You really think I’d show up without a fucking gun?” She clicked the barrel and everyone’s back shot up. Dick placed his hands up.

“Y/N, please,” Tim started going after her and she pointed the gun at him. “Don’t shoot.”

“I fucking will.”

“This isn’t how we do things-“

“Tim, she isn’t fucking talking to you-“

“Jason!”

Dick cleared his throat. “It was my idea. They had nothing to do with it.”

She shot the gun at the floor exactly three inches away from Grayson’s leg.

“WOAH. OKAY. THAT’S ENOUGH!” Barbara wheeled herself nearer to Dick.

“P-please tell me she did that on purpose,” Dick said.

“You thought I actually missed?!” she clicked the barrel again. “Next time I guarantee you, I won't.”

“Y/N,” Jason said. “Now’s not the time.”

“You want me to fucking shoot you, too!?”

Jason backed away, shivering. “No. No. Carry on. I’m on your side,” he audibly gulped.

“Y/N, please stop!”

Dick finally stood up. “We just wanted to talk to you.”

“So you use my cousin’s name to lure me in?! You fucking assholes!”

“Tim and Barbara had nothing to do with it.”

“Why the fuck would you do that, Dick?” Barbara scowled at him.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!”

Y/N scoffed and stifled a laugh. “Not even Scarecrow fakes holding loved one’s hostage for attention.”

“Actually, he did. With Babs,” Tim interrupted.

Y/N screamed. “You shut up!”

“Yeah, shut up, replacement!”

“I have a name!”

“What the hell did you bring us here for?!” Y/N screamed.

Tim spoke as calmly as he humanely could. “We’ll tell you after you put the gun down.”

“How ‘bout you tell me before I fucking shoot your brains out?”

“If she shoots me first,” Dick still kept rubbing his neck, “Promise me she doesn’t choke anyone else like that again.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side. “I assure you I can shoot all three of you in the same tenth of a second. I’m not as slow with a gun as Jason.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry.”

Barbara shook her head and wheeled over between the four, Dick behind Tim while Jason practically hid behind Y/N’s back.

“Enough. Please. Y/N, we’re sorry we did that, but we really, really needed to talk to you. Please put the gun down. We’re not here to hurt anyone.”

Y/N breathed in and kept her eyes locked onto Grayson and Tim. “We don’t want to talk.”

“We need to. Please.”

“We’re leaving,” Jason gently placed a hand to her back. Dick and Tim flinched. Thankfully she didn’t shoot.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

Then he placed his hand at the top of her arm, slowly pulling it to descend. Y/N still had the same look on her face, deathly glares at everyone in the room, but when Jason soothed her arm, letting her fingers lose its grip, he disarmed her and threw the gun to the floor. Barbara wheeled over to it and grabbed the gun.

Y/N looked over Jason’s shoulder and gave the three one lasting glare. He turned her over to face the other way, then with his arm around her, slowly led her to the door.

“I hope you're fucking happy-“ Jason shot them all a dirty look, especially at Tim.

“Jason. Y/N,” Dick said, head down to the ground. “There are police officers waiting for you outside…”

And when the two turned their heads over to the already severely injured Grayson, he knew, at that moment, he shouldn’t have said anything.

Tim’s eyes shot up. “DICK, WHAT THE HE-“

Y/N leapt towards Grayson once more, this time pining him to the ground with both her hands on his neck. She squeezed it with whatever strength she had and made sure he was looking straight into her eyes when he dies.

Tim started to grab her, but before he could even lunge, Jason grabbed Tim by the shirt and flung him against the wall. A hard punch to the face, hand holding him down, then Tim fought him off with a kick down his gut.

This was going to be especially difficult. All four of them fighting without their suits, gear, and weapons on.

But this was, most probably, going to be one of the most interesting fights of their career.

When Tim kicked Jason off of him, he repeatedly did so until Jason backed off, fell to the ground, and accidentally knocked Y/N to the ground. Y/N let out an animalistic scream, pulling herself up the floor and lunging for Dick once more, but Tim held her off, grabbing her shoulders. She kneed him at the stomach and forcibly twisted his wrists to get off his grip. Y/N punched him in the face, leapt up in the air, then fly kicked him right up against his nose.

Jason, with the lead pipe he had gotten earlier, was taking care of Dick, who ducked, dodged, and jumped away from Jason’s every hit, fists up close to his chest in a defensive stance. Dick grabbed him by his hoodie, then slammed him against the wall. The lead pipe fell to the ground and Jason’s larger form placed his feet against the wall and pushed himself back, leaping in the air and landing right on top of Dick’s body with his elbow sticking right to his rib.

When Tim had grabbed Y/N into a headlock, she thrashed about to get away, but his arm was too strong. She elbowed his chest, kicked him in the shin, and when nothing worked, she eyed the wall behind them. With her legs moving fast, she ran from behind to keep Tim off balance until his back ultimately slammed against the wall, then she slammed her head against him. Tim, not so much in pain, suddenly smashed his boot against Y/N’s stomach and sent her flying to the other side, falling into a pile of boxes. She grunted at the throb on her head, then crawled out of the way before Tim could lunge after her again.

Dick was really starting to lose to Jason, with his neck in severe pain. Jason took advantage at that and tried landing his hits onto his head and neck. He had him pinned to the floor, punched his face repeatedly until blood started to spew out, then Dick grabbed the lead pipe and slammed it against Jason’s head. Then it was his turn to pin Jason down, doing the same thing and slamming his fist against his face.

“Tim!”

Tim sprinted away from Y.N and went right up to Dick, who had grabbed Jason by his collar, pushed him forward head down, then Tim kneed his chin until his body was flying up. Dick was already up in the air, and his elbow landed right onto Jason’s chest, pinning him to the floor.

Only to be hit right in the head with the lead pipe by Y/N. “Fuck!” Dick cursed.

“Give me that fucking lead pip-“

Y/N swung at Tim, who jumped backing away just to avoid her every hit. Dick went up to stop her but Jason had already grabbed him by the shirt.

Tim had the lead pipe, repeatedly swinging at Jason, who eventually got it for his own and started doing the same to Tim. Y/N was on the wall, running horizontally so she could land her foot against Dick’s chest. Dick tried so hard not to get his neck hit by Y/N but her hands were almost always charging for that specific body part. It had already bruised.

When she had him against the wall again, arm on his neck, he choked and tried so hard to pry him off her. “P-please… Y/N…”

“We saved your life in that bank!” She hit him in the face as she spoke. “Is this how you fucking thank us?!”

“What… you did… was wrong…”

She started her fist once again, but he narrowly dodged it. Y/N flinched at the pain on her knuckles and Dick pushed her off of him, sending her to the ground wincing at the pain. At that, he heard Jason’s cry in anger before he was grabbed from behind and slammed to the floor as well.

Bodies landed on boxes, on the floor, against the wall, blood started to spill, breaths started to quell. It felt like hours of nonstop fighting and beating each other up. When in fact, it had only been ten minutes.

Enough time for Barbara to find the fire alarm.

A deafening, screeching sound echoing around the singular room. It tore through their eardrums, and they all screamed in differently sounding cries in pain. They fell to the ground, hands on their ears, then the smoke alarm started raining down, so intensified that it was practically a waterfall that fell from the ceiling.

That felt even longer than the fight itself. Jason, Y/N, Dick, and Tim continued to yell out for help, with Jason crawling to the door, but it was like a gorilla pounding against their eardrums and drawing nails down a million chalkboards.

When it stopped, the water stopped too, and they were all on the floor, completely drenched with a sharp ringing in their ears so close to passing out.

Barbara wheeled back into the room. She was unharmed.

“The four of you. Enough. You're acting like children.”

“WHAT?!”

“HUH?”

“WHAT SHE SAY!”

“WHAT!?”

“STOP SCREAMING, REPLACEMENT.”

“WHAT!”

“I SAID-“

“SHUT UP!”

“WHO SAID THAT!?”

Barbara ran a hand down her face and waited for them to stop screaming their every word, stand up from the floor and squeeze the water out of their hair, speak normally without it sounding like a train was passing by a railroad.

“Was that necessary, Babs?” Tim asked.

“The normal alarms were too weak. I had to adjust them. Turns out they pack quite the punch. The sprinkler system wasn’t my fault, though. That was a malfunction.”

Y/N groaned and took her jacket off. “You could have just screamed at us to stop.”

“I was. For four minutes. None of you listened. Now you all stop acting like animals and talk this through.”

“You sent us here to get us arrested,” Jason scowled. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“That’s not why you're here.”

“Then why the fuck are we here?”

Dick ran his fingers through his drenched hair. He looked at Tim, who looked at Barbara, who gave both of them that stare that was an equivalent to pushing them off a cliff.

“Okay. After that fiasco at the bank-“

“Which we saved you from,” Y/N said.

“I know. Thank you,” Dick cleared his throat. “But you also killed five men.”

“You're welcome. We could have left you for dead and we were nice enough not to.”

“We know. Trust us, we know,” Tim folded his arms.

“We’d like to take you up on a deal.”

“A deal,” Jason scoffed.

“There are five police cars waiting for you outside this building.”

“Fucking hell, why did I listen to that text-“

Jason placed a hand on her back. “It’s okay.” He glared at the other two. “And?”

“This serves as your last chance. If you agree to never kill again, so long as you operate in Gotham, we tell the cops that you didn’t show up.”

“And if you don’t agree,” Tim continued. “We’ll have you both arrested right here.”

“Great! Deal. We promise. Pinky swear! I will never ever take another life ever again,” Jason held his hand up. “Is that all? Y/N let’s go-“

“Wait.”

Y/N held Jason by the hand and pulled him to her.

“What else?”

“After Batman died, some of his friends promised us a favor…”

“That if we’re ever in need of help, we can go to them. Since Gotham will need as much help it can get and wanted to honor Bruce as much as they could after his death.”

Y/N had her jaw on the ground. Jason scoffed. He didn’t look like he figured out who these friends were. “And who are these supposed to be?”

“His friends from a certain league he used to belong to.”

…

Huh.

Jason picked up where his mouth had fallen, eyes open wide, face unmoving. It took him a while, probably out of disbelief. But he swallowed and pursed his lips.

“Are you morons actually gonna call the fucking Justice League to go after us?!”

“If we can't take you out ourselves, we have to.”

“Trust us. We don’t want that to happen to you,” Dick said.

“Then don’t fucking do it-“

“Your killing is out of control,” Babs said. “We won't have a choice. We want you to accept this deal and move on. As much as you want to deny it, Jason, you're still a part of the family-”

“This!? This isn’t what family does.”

“It’s the only way to stop you. For the good of Gotham. You’ll be sent over to prison. Both of you. So take this chance and just listen to us.”

Jason rolled his eyes over the ceiling and laughed at the remark. “I’m not afraid of prison. And trust me it isn’t Y/N’s first time, either. You think we won't be able to escape? You can go to he-“

He remembered. He turned over to Y/N, whose face was as white as the floor and her lips turning pale.

Fuck, how could he forget.

Waller.

She’ll take her. Torture her. Put a bomb inside her neck.

No.

They didn’t know that. Dick. Tim. Babs. They wouldn’t understand.

But no. She’ll die if she goes to prison.

Not her. No.

“Jason?”

He turned away, eyes on his feet.

Fuck.

He has to do it.

Fuck it, he’ll do anything to keep her safe. This was no thinking it through. Anything there was, he’ll do it.

“Jason-“

“Okay…”

His voice was barely even loud enough to be heard, but they did hear it. He coughed on his own throat, hand reaching over to hold Y/N’s back. Jason craned his neck up and nodded at them.

“We’ll stop,” Jason shakingly maintained his voice. “Just don’t send her to prison. Please”

Y/N had her eyes so glisteningly locked onto his face, to which he didn’t look at. Jason gnawed his against his aching gums and swallowed. “Call off the police.”

Dick, Tim, and Barbara were silent, all the way up to when Jason took Y/N’s hand, dragging her behind him to the door.

“We will,” Dick said. “Thank you, Jason.”

“Take care.”

“Yeah…” Jason groaned. Y/N gave the three one lasting look before she walked out of the door, holding onto Jason’s hand as tight as she could.

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The billboards still had their faces on it. This time it wasn’t old mugshots or dark, gloomy looking photos that made them look as villainous as the Joker. They were brighter, more gallant looking. And they were placed side by side. It most often came with the words “Hero” and “Savior” written around it. Polls were on the billboards as well. Their approval rating had gone up to an astonishing 70% of the citizens of Gotham calling them worthy heroes that should be thanked and praised.

Some people went as far as to create fan art for them, shipping the two as a power couple to fan over. There were hearts on their photos. Gotham’s Bonnie and Clyde. The most famous name for the two. It only grew ten times the popularity now than ever before.

She didn’t know how to feel. Just a few hours ago, she thought she’d have to give in to the pressures of being called a hero and the demands of the public. Now, as it turns out, she didn’t exactly have much of a choice.

Y/N has to be a hero now.

Not just for the public. But for Jason’s sake. For her sake.

And Jason. Her sweet Jason, immediately gave it all up to save her.

On the top of Wayne Tower, Deadshot removed her mask and held it with her hand against the railing. Red Hood did the same.

“Jay…” she gulped, taking his hand into hers. Jason looked up to her and smiled. “Yeah?”

She grabbed his waist, turned him around to face her, then she leaned up to kiss him ever so softly, lips merely touching without so much as her tongue seeping out from her mouth. But her hold on him was firm, tight. Jason took his hands from her face and held her waist as well.

“Thank you…” she whispered to him. Jason curved up a smile. “No need to thank me.”

“I think I do. Things are gonna be different now…”

“I know. Thanks to those assholes.”

She laughed, then pressed her forehead to lean against his lips. Jason held onto her so tight and placed his chin on the top of her head. Y/N breathed out. “I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

“Hey. I for one know what its like to have to live without you by my side. And I’ll do anything not to make that happen again.”

He brushed the side of her cheek, letting her smile form her cheekbones and eyes crinkling at the corners. He kissed all of them, slowly, then Y/N’s arms went up to circle his neck and she kissed him once more.

He was everything, everything she could ever wish for. Signing up for the militia, sleeping with the Arkham Knight thinking it wouldn’t go so far as five minutes of release before they’d go back to work, this definitely wasn’t what she thought she’d end up with. And by god, she was glad it was.

Foreheads touching, holding each other so close with the city lights at their feet, Jason whispered into her lips.

“Marry me…”

She lost her smile, backed her head away in the most awe-inspiring paralysis of shock. Y/N’s eyes had never been so wide, and for a while there, she thought she’ll wake up. “What?”

“Marry me,” Jason held her waist tighter. “Please-“

“Jay, I-“

“I don’t wanna lose you anymore. So no one, not you or anyone else, can keep you away from me. Marry me.”

Tears. They were flowing like heavy baggage. Y/N covered her mouth with her hands and let the smile on her face hurt her muscles even more. Despite the bruises. The aches. The whole world against them. The shock was soon overlaid with the eventual rise of that blissful rush of happiness. And she couldn’t find her words. Not for a moment.

Jason looked more nervous than he ever had his whole life.

“Uhm… do I have to kneel down, or?”

“Yes!” She grabbed his neck, holding him so close with her feet up in the air. It didn’t matter the armor between them. She kissed every part of his face, let his smile rub onto her with his arms holding her so close, rubbing down her back. He pulled her to his lips and kissed her so hard her back had arched over.

“Yes… you asshole, yes, I will.”

“Thank god. I was scared for a sec.”

Y/N kissed him, over and over, then she let the cold air of the heights they were in take her further away up to the sky.

Jason pressed his head against hers and watched how brightly she smiled just staring into his eyes.

“No backing out, okay?”

“Of course not. Where else am I gonna find another girl with a gun kink?”

“God, I love you.”

“I fucking love you…”

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freakynct · 4 years

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Doyoung jealously rough smut btw I really love your account

thank you so much! ♡

you leaned closer to taeyong, whispering about something to help him win the game and you noticed doyoung frowning his eyebrows at you.

"why are you helping him?" he whined, his fingers pressing harder on the buttons as he returned to look at the screen and you and taeyong laughed quietly, doyoung letting go a deep sigh. "i'm your boyfriend, you should be helping me." you could notice the annoyance in his voice and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"don't be such a baby, doyoung. it's just a game" taeyong said as he smirked and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, laughing at his words as doyoung just got more pissed off.

taeyong pressed the buttons on the controller and made his last move, winning over doyoung and jumping off the couch to celebrate with you, his arms wrapping around your body to lift you up.

"oh fuck this." doyoung threw the controller on the couch and got up, walking away from you and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind him. you shot an apologetic look to taeyong and followed doyoung to the room, hopefully you would be able to calm him down.

you open the door carefully and saw him sitting on the bed, his hands on his knees. you came in, closing the door and he looked at you, anger visible in his eyes. "why are you so upset doyoung?" you started walking towards him but he suddenly got up, making his way to you.

"why am i upset? are you fucking serious? not only were you helping him win against me but you were also making fun of me with him." you slowly walked backwards as he got closer until your back was pressed against the wall, his chest almost touching yours and he stared down at you, his gaze dark and intense and you suddenly felt intimidated by him. "you know i fucking hate when i'm made fun of."

"i'm sorry." was all you could whisper and you felt his hand being placed on your shoulder, pressing down on you and you immediately understood what he wanted. you quickly dropped to your knees in front of him, your big doe eyes looking up at him, causing him to bite his bottom lip as he opened his jeans.

"you know i have to punish you, right?" you nodded your head and he pushed his pants and underwear down, pulling his cock out and stroking it in front of your face and you noticed how he was already hard but what you didn't know is that doyoung had already been thinking about fucking your mouth from the very first moment you touched taeyong's thigh.

"open up." he tapped the tip of his cock on your lips and you immediately did what he told you, opening your mouth for him and sticking your tongue out, ready to taste him. he brushed his tip on your velvety tongue, groaning at the feeling, watching you lick up the precum that had leaked. and without warning he just pushed his cock inside your mouth and you tried keeping your breath steady so you wouldn't gag around him. he took a hold of your hair in his fist and started thrusting into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you started bobbing your head, trying to match his thrusts but when the movements of his hips got faster you just gave up and let him fuck your mouth the way he wanted.

he took his cock out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath for a second and then went back to thrusting, the back of your head resting against the wall as he secured it in place. "look at me, slut." and so you did, staring up at him, little tears forming at the corners of your eyes and he groaned at the view, loving how his cock just disappeared in between your lips, drool falling from the corners of your mouth.

he then pulled away, lifting you up by one arm as you were still gasping for air and turned you around, pushing you against the door of the room, his lips getting closer to your ear. "you're gonna make taeyong hear who's making you feel good, got it?" you whimpered in response and he pulled your pants and panties down your legs, making you jolt forward as he ran his fingers up your slit. "good, you're already nice and wet. didn't expect less from a little slut like you." you felt yourself dripping even more at his words and he brushed his cock between your folds, coating it in your juices.

"doyoung..." you whined as he kept brushing against your clit, desperate to feel him inside you.

"i haven't even started fucking you yet and you're already moaning my name?" you heard him chuckle as he positioned himself in your entrance. "that's my good girl." and he just slammed into you, pushing his whole length inside, making you gasp and try to grab at the door for balance. he didn't waste a second and started thrusting into your pussy, one of his hands holding your hip as the other made its way to your hair, pulling slightly at it. you moaned a bit louder as he started thrusting faster, the door shaking and making small noises as your body was pushed against it and your cheeks turned red at the thought of taeyong hearing you get fucked by doyoung, but being turned on by the idea at the same time, there was just something exciting about it.

the sound of your moans and his skin hitting yours filled the room, as he kept pounding into you rough, pulling your head back by your hair, his teeth biting down on your shoulder and you cried out at the feeling, his lips sucking harshly on your skin, definitely leaving purple marks all over your neck. "i hope taeyong sees these later. it will give him a reminder of who you belong to." and you couldn't help but clench your walls around his cock, too aroused to contain your excitement anymore.

"do-doyoung, i n-need... i-i'm g-going to..." you could barely form any words as a strong feeling formed in your stomach and you felt him thrusting even faster inside you.

"i know you want to cum. so do it." he grunted and you let go, letting the intense feeling wash over you, shaking and squirming as doyoung's hands kept you in place, both of them on your hips, pounding into you fast and deep, cuming inside as you tried to recover for your own orgasm.

he removed his cock from you as you were still holding yourself up by having your hands against the door. he placed one of his hands on the small of your back, watching as his cum leaked out of you. "hm, only i get to cum inside your little pussy, isn't that right baby?" he grabbed your hair in his fist one more time and pulled your head back so you could look at him. "yes. only you get to cum inside me." your voice was still shaky and he smirked, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"good girl."

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7wanderingpaws · 4 years

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Simply, yours (7) (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU

Word count: 3.9K

Warnings: mature content, language, tiny bit of violence

A/N: Alright! BAEKHYUN SNAPPED! Its happening all now! And there is mature content! I never ever wrote this type of content before, so... it might be just bad and cringey. I apologize if it is too bad, I need to challenge myself in this one more haha! I always enjoy feedback so dont hesitate to reach out! <3 if you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know 💕 I am thankful for you all, who read this story!

Tag: @milky-baek @itsbaekhyunsbutt

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PARTS: 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7

“Hm, this dinner thing,” Sukyeong started, tapping her index finger on her chin as she was thinking, staring at the email sent by the HR office. You looked at her expectantly, your mind not exactly present because you were thinking about something completely else. However, guessing she would have a serious question for you, you made sure to pay attention, until she blurted: “What will you wear?”

Hehe, you thought skeptically, something that is not hugging my body TOO MUCH. “Dunno,” you dismissed, waving your hand and turning back to your computer screen and back to drowning in your worries. Your cup of freshly brewed tea was still next to your mouse, waiting for it to be sipped, but you had little to no appetite that morning. “We received the email literally minutes ago, Sukyeong. I don't even know what will happen today in the evening.”

Your stomach had been flipping ever since you woke up and Baekhyun's morning kisses didn't soothe any of your nerves.

Sneaking a glance at Sukyeong, who was still deep in thought about what to wear for the upcoming event on Friday, you were desperately trying to figure out if you could tell her your worries. And also, let her know that way about your pregnancy. Would she run her mouth before you would get to speak to your boss?

She definitely wouldn't go against you, that you could state for sure.

Your stomach made yet another flip. Once you felt sweat starting to prickle down your neck, you knew immediately it was one of those mornings. Quickly jumping up, you were fast like lightning, swallowing on a dry throat as you tried to suppress your gag reflex.

Soon enough, you were over the toilet, emptying every single thing that went into your stomach yesterday (and it seemed like all the previous years, given how severe your gagging was). Flushing the toilet with you trembly hand, you took a rest for a bit on the floor, thankful for dressing up warmer (plus a big hoodie to hide your front) that day. The winter was fast approaching, and you couldn't have been more thankful. More reason to wear thicker clothes.

You were still breathing heavily when someone entered the toilets with hasty steps. You heard your name being called out, recognizing the voice as Sukyeong's.

“Are you in here?”

You swallowed, ignoring the familiar pain of your raw throat. “Yeah, I'm in here.”

“Are you okay?”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you felt the tightness of your skin from the dried up tears. One breath, two breaths. Scrambling back to your legs, you opened the door of the stall, meeting a worried face of your kind co-worker. She was surprised to see your pale face and you spotted your phone in her hand. You frowned.

“Your phone kept vibrating; Baekhyun was looking for you and you weren't showing up for a while,” she said quickly and stepped closer to you. “Are you okay? Did you eat something bad last night?”

You shook your head, your heart jumping painfully at the mention of the father of the children you were bearing and complicating your life. Without realising, your chin quivered dangerously and you took in a shaky breath, diamond-shaped tears rolling down your pale cheeks. “I'm pregnant, Sukyeong.”

There, it was finally out.

“Oh goodness, I knew it! I so knew it!” she squealed, jumping slightly before hugging you. “Oh wait, drink some water,” she said and grabbed a little paper cup, filling it with filtered water on the corridor. She came back and you quickly swallowed, refreshing your burning insides.

“But I have a huge issue,” you continued, wiping your cheeks.

Only now she seemed to realize that you were crying for real. Crying, because something serious was happening. She didn't hesitate when she replied: “What is it? I will help you.”

“That piece of shit… he really made you promise him that? What a fucking TRASH!!!”

“I think the best would be if you tell him after dinner. He should be in a good mood. He might not kick you out.”

“We need to figure out what you can wear to hide the belly. It's not big yet, but still!”

“Oh my gosh, you are already this much in? Let me touch youuu!”

Sukyeong's endless support eased up your troubled mind. You were able to be much more relaxed and currently, you and Baekhyun were waiting for her to show up at your apartment to help you “fix the clothes” - you said that to the unsuspecting, innocent face of Byun Baekhyun.

“You look so good in jeans,” you mumbled appreciatively when Baekhyun emerged from the bathroom in nothing but dark-blue jeans, black underwear poking out, his hair wet, and a towel around his neck.

Wow. Being pregnant and swooning over your loved one hit differently.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “It's supposed to be a family-friendly dinner. You can't go like this, young man!”

He laughed loudly as he walked lazily to you, your eyes still trained on his toned stomach. Damn. “Hey, beauty,” he whispered once he was standing right in front of you, your face now looking up at him. “Let me clean up that drool on your chin.” Smirking like a total flirt that he was, he leaned in and he poked out his tongue, running it up your chin before he pushed it into your mouth, your silent gasp only encouraging him more. His hold on your cheek was gentle, feather-like whilst his kiss was dirty; the exact opposite. You didn't need to be told twice.

Grabbing him by the neck, you pushed him towards you, his body now pressed up against you and your small belly, a delicious moean leaving your mouth when he wrapped his other hand around the low of your back, squeezing you.

“You are so sensitive to my touches. I really like you like this,” he whispered into your panting mouth. You opened your eyes just a little bit; his kiss made you lose your senses for a second.

“Aching, throwing up, gaining weight, all of it?” you murmured as you stroked his cheek.

His eyes were wild, yet so affectionate. “All of it,” he confirmed as he leaned back in to steal another kiss.

“Wait,” you quickly said and pecked him on the lips as an apology. He gave you a curious look. “I think…” you trailed off, too shy to say what was on your mind, “that I shouldn't be kissing you. Also, you shouldn't walk like this here anymore. The more pregnant I am, the more…” gulp, “I want from you,” you said so quietly, Baekhyun unconsciously leaned in with his ear by your mouth.

He chuckled and bit his lower lip. “You mean you are more horny?”

You nodded, blush creeping up your cheeks. “I don't think you can imagine what I have in mind.”

“Oh, I think I do know.”

You shook your head but he continued: “My sweetest sweetheart,” he murmured and he made it a point to press his hips into yours as much as possible, given the belly was growing to be quite the restriction between you two. “I put three babies into you,” he murmured in your ear, his words and hot breath sending electric shocks into your southern parts. “Don't think I can't live up to your horny expectations. Nor do think I am not craving you every single fucking day. Because I do,” he sighed and pressed a wet kiss on the side of your neck. “You just look irresistible, and when you're naked… fuck,” his voice trembled, and his hand was already under your shirt, exploring, cupping, caressing, making you a moaning mess. Your head fell backwards in ecstasy and he sucked on the exposed skin on your collarbones. “So if you want three rounds,” he said and straightened up a bit to give you a lustful look, “I will give you three rounds. Each round for one baby.”

You were fast to throw yourself at him, kissing him desperately, needing him to satisfy the ache that only he was able to. The towel he had around his neck fell, his wet hair very slightly dripping still.

Thankfully, you were in the bedroom already. Gently placing you on the bed, Baekhyun crawled up and above you, while his hands were pushing up his shirt you were wearing since you couldn't stand anything that would restrict your movements). Your hands were fumbling with his jeans, but Baekhyun was faster and took them off along with his underwear while you pulled the shirt over your head, and discarded the panties. Bra was also something you wore as little as possible, your breasts being achy and growing, a bra was very uncomfortable. You had yet to go to some markets to get bigger sized bras for a cheaper price.

Baekhyun was back at your lips right away, his fingertips teasingly making their way down the side of your body, starting from your breasts, to the hips all the way to your butt before he hooked his arms under on knee. His other hand wandered off to the parts you needed him the most, by then practically begging him to just move on.

“Oh, wow,” he breathed, awed, “so no foreplay needed anymore, hm?” he purred, as he felt you dripping.

“Please,” you wailed, and he enjoyed himself way too much for your liking. “I will get seriously hurt if you keep the teasing up.”

That made him pay attention to you. “What? Is something hurting? What-”

You raised your head and laughed into his scared face before you put the knee he was holding around his waist, followed with your other leg and pressed him into you, the pressure building up. “I will hurt, if you won't do something,” you breathed loudly.

“Don't scare me like that,” he chastised, frowning momentarily as he brought his hand up to your cheek, into which you leaned in. Eventually, his features softened, and he whispered: “I will take care of you, mummy.”

You were so surprised at the word, you could barely gasp when he finally entered you, his forehead pressed to yours, your hand interlaced with his. He wanted to give you time, worries about hurting you or the babies forever present in his mind, but he barely made it inside and you were begging for more. He would lie if he would have said he didn't like it.

“You're so hot,” he rasped, hiding his face in your neck.

“And you're too slow.”

He laughed into your skin, biting you. “Impatience doesn't take you anywhere.”

You met his hips eagerly and you held his face, your eyes fluttering close. “Exactly. So work,” you said, letting out another wanton moan when he did as you wished. He would do anything you wanted him to, because you were pretty much his everything.

He brought you over the edge sooner than later, helping you ride out the ecstasy as if his dangerous kisses earlier didn't already cast a spell on you. He followed you soon, but you were nowhere near finished.

Before he had time to get back to his senses, you bit his shoulder teasingly, humming. “Darling, again.”

You meant it when you said your horny self was different from your usual one, and Baekhyun was definitely up for a ride except-

There was a knock on your door, followed by a doorbell.

Both of you froze, still panting loudly, still very much high on the quick love you just made.

“It's-”

“Sukyeong,” you finished, cursing before Baekhyun gave you a pointed look, still not moving from your naked body.

“No cursing with babies-”

“Baekhyun!” you said, “you need to move!”

“But the next round-”

You let out a loud laugh before giving him a loud peck. “If there is anyone frustrated, it's me, trust me,” you said as he slowly fell next to you and you sat up, seeing the mess you just made.

He reached to the floor next to the mattress handing you tissues.

Murmuring a thanks, you quickly wiped yourself up and put back the wrinkled shirt that was discarded so carelessly before.

Standing up, you felt a bit sore which made you sit back for a minute just when another loud knock sounded. Few seconds later, your phone was ringing. “Coming!�� you shouted. You phone stopped ringing.

Baekhyun chuckled from behind you, still lying there, now covered with the bed sheets. “You look like you have been properly fuc-”

“Don't. Say. It,” you murmured.

He laughed and sat up, kissing the little piece of skin that was not covered on your shoulder. “Hurting?”

You nodded and turned your head to see him, still very needy but thankfully, you weren't as frustrated as you thought you would have been.

“Sorry, should have been a bit gentler,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

You snorted. “Are you really sorry though?” you asked, and when you saw his mischievous smile, you got the answer. Pecking him quickly, he leaned into you, attempting to prolong the kiss. “I really have to open the door,” you sighed, “once were are back from the company dinner tonight, you are all mine, you hear me?”

He stared into your eyes for a while, soft smile playing on his lips. “I love you.” His hand was caressing your belly from behind.

You felt like you could burst from happiness. “I love you, too.”

One hour later and you were standing in front of the mirror with baggy dress on that Sukyeong got from her older sister who used it during her pregnancy. The dress made you… a bit huge.

“You should wear a long sweater too, hm?” she said, as she took the mentioned piece and circled it around you, placing it on your shoulders. “It should be big enough to divert the attention from your belly,” she murmured in a low voice, knowing that Baekhyun was in the tiny apartment and had no clue about your sneaky plan of hiding your stomach.

You gulped and looked yourself over in the mirror. “It's good enough,” you managed to say.

“You look cute!” chuckled Sukyeong, covering her mouth.

“Is Chen coming sa well?” Baekhyun appeared at the door.

“He is! He will meet us at the restaurant since he is busy,” she replied with a smile, looking at your boyfriend. He nodded when his eyes looked you over for the first time. You weren't sure if you expected any reaction from him but what he gave you was not what you… expected.

“Nice dress,” he murmured, the slightest of frowns knitting his eyebrows together. “I thought you are wearing one of your other dresses.”

Sukyeong looked at me, little panic bubbling in her big eyes.

“Well, you know how I don't like anything that is hugging my body anymore,” you replied truthfully, meeting his gaze bravely. His lazy posture leaning against the doorframe, eyes raking up your body… ah, ah, he was too hot for you. Why were you this horny?!

“It diverts the attention from the bruise that you gave her!” snapped Sukyeong playfully.

You blushed while Baekhyun looked more than proud. “Oh please, I will hide it with makeup,” you said quickly, “but anyway, how did you ever know that I am pregnant?” you asked and then looked at Baekhyun to clarify: “She followed me to the toilet couple of days ago when I threw up at work and she just said she knew I was pregnant!” you exclaimed with a shocked smile.

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows, curious.

“Please!” Sukyeong waved her hand. “I could smell baby all over you! I noticed your boobs and your morning sickness,” she giggled. “You know, woman's sense. But wow, you are actually expecting three babies... “

You stepped to Baekhyun, hiding your face in his chest out of embarrassment, while he laughed, caressing your back. “So if you noticed, it means others had to notice,” you mumbled but quickly realised you shouldn't go to those waters. Straightening back up, you checked the clock: “We should really finish getting ready! We will be late!”

The dinner was taking place at a very posh restaurant. You almost felt out of place in your huge, baggy dress and sweater. Well, at least you lived up to the fact that you were a penniless mother-to-be.

Hands intertwined with Baekhyun's under the table, your boss was on your left at the head of the long table that was filled with colleagues from your department while Sukyeong was opposite you with Chen right next to her. Everyone was in a pleasant conversation except you, because you were your boss's direct assistant and if he didn't talk, you definitely didn't feel like talking.

Baekhyun raised his fork to your mouth to try the meat with sauce and you smiled up at him, gratefully chewing on the tender meat. He winked at you, satisfied when he saw you eating well. You just prayed he wouldn't say something related to your state, because then it would be… very bad.

“Oh, so cute,” cooed you boss from your other side and it made you snap your eyes to him. He didn't sound so genuine. “Aren't you two sweet. Does your boyfriend always treat you this well?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

You exchanged quick looks with Sukyeong who smiled at your reassuringly. “Yes, always.”

“And you don't want to marry this man?” he asked, laughing.

You froze for a moment and you felt Baekhyun did, too. Feeling the nerves bubbling up in your stomach, suddenly it was churning in anxiety.

“I can't get her to say yes, sir,” replied Baekhyun simply, chuckling to ease up the situation.

You gasped, widening your eyes at your boyfriend. “When did you ever ask?”

Your boss shrugged, amused. “As long as it does not keep her away from her work.”

You bit your lip hoping Baekhyun didn't hear the remark, but when you saw him giving your boss a deadly look, you knew things were turning the wrong way.

You felt another strong pull in your stomach, and you just knew it was coming. Blood was draining from your face and you stood up slowly, trying not to cause a ruckus. Baekhyun gave you a questioning look laced with worry, and you simply whispered: “Toilet.”

He nodded once, and held your hand until he had to let go.

Once you knew you are out of sight, you took off, running quickly to the bathroom, barely making it into the stall, before the entire dinner came out. Since you just ate, you couldn't stop throwing up, retching sounds along with crampings of your stomach making it impossible to even sit down.

You flushed, heaving out a breath as you attempted to sit down before nausea overtook you again, making you gag and crawl back to the bowl. “Shit! Make it stop,” you whined quietly, tears streaming down your face as you tried to calm down.

“So, are you really not thinking of marrying any time soon?” spoke your boss to Baekhyun.

“Well, right in this instant we aren't,” he said slowly, not liking an inch the tone your boss was using, “but given our situation, we should do it as soon as it would be possible, right?”

Your boss gave him a surprised look and Baekhyun failed to notice the panic in Sukyeong's eyes when she sensed the direction of the conversation. “What situation?”

Baekhyun blinked once before smiling gently at the thought. “Well, we are expecting three next spring.”

Silence took over your part of the table. Sukyeong abruptly stood up, startling Chen and rushing to search for you, while your boss glared at Baekhyun. “Expecting three? You mean my personal assistant is pregnant?”

Baekhyun, unsure, nodded. “Yes. She is 14 weeks in.”

“What?” he snapped, startling everyone around the table.

Baekhyun frowned but didn't have time to respond, because your boss was looking at someone behind you, angry veins on his neck.

“Baekhyun,” you hissed, but it was too late. Trying not to faint right in front of everyone, you took your boyfriend by his hand but he stood up right away once he saw your pale face.

“You threw up again?” he asked quietly not happy seeing you like that.

Sukyeong nodded eagerly in reply.

“This is probably the last time we are seeing each other,” you heard your boss from the table, and your chin quivered. Baekhyun and Sukyeong both glared at him. “Since you signed the contract promising not to get impregnated but you obviously couldn't do even that!” he spit. “I knew you would be trouble!” he shouted, standing up and coming close to you. Baekhyun was fast to stand in front of you, storm clouding his eyes while Sukyeong gasped, squeezing your hand.

“Move, Mr Byun,” snapped you boss. “I need to talk to my personal assistant.”

You gulped, your throat still painful from throwing up. But Baekhyun wasn't moving an inch. “You talk to my girlfriend under my supervision only,” he said, his tone deep in warning. “Do not dare talk to her that way.”

“I hope you know that you don't need to be polite with me anymore,” retorted your boss and sent daggers your way. “Young people really can't keep it in their pants these days. Having kids without marriage? Disgusting! But even worse? You are useless and pregnant.”

You squealed when Baekhyun landed a painful punch straight into your boss's face. You grabbed your boyfriend by his arm, trying to stop him. “Wait, Baekhyun, you know you cannot get into a fight!” you said just as he was about to land another punch.

Chen was by your side in a minute, dragging outraged Baekhyun away and you were hot on their heels as you tried to avoid people's intense stares.

Outside on fresh, chilly air, Baekhyun shrugged Chen off, fuming as he turned to you suddenly. “What the fuck just happened!”

You tried not to flinch at his voice, instead getting angry at him. “Are you nuts?! You know you cannot fight outside of your classes! Are you trying to get yourself expelled?!”

He was a hapkido master. Although not strictly, but if someone found out he used his trained strength against someone, his PhD title he was working so hard for could go to waste. And his teaching job as well. Basically, his entire career.

“This isn't about me!” he snapped. “I can't just stand there listening to him talking about you like that!” He was livid. “And what promise was your boss talking about? Was what I heard true?!”

When you weren't replying, your quivering chin was saying it all. Chen was next to Baekhyun to calm him down once again, while Sukyeong tried to calm you down as tears were rolling down your cheeks, your head extremely dizzy. “Yes, you heard correctly! He made me promise I won't get pregnant!”

“For what reason?” he laughed humorlessly as he ran his hands through his hair. “Why the fuck did you even agree to it?”

“Guys,” started Chen with a pleading voice, “you should go home and resolve it there. Baekhyun, your girlfriend is not well,” he added gently, nudging his friend to bring him to his senses.

Baekhyun went silent, taking in your shaky figure, teary cheeks and pale face. He hated the view. Heck, he despised it so much, more so because you were crying mostly because of his outburst. But he couldn't stand you being mistreated like that! And were you hiding stuff from him?

“We are going home, young lady,” he said, his voice uncomfortably levelled. “You have lots of explaining to do.”

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