#she’s not used to leaving with a baby in a car seat yet

[maemation]

Claire: *Chucking as her and Leon get ready to leave*

Leon: What? Did I put something on backwards?

Claire: No, you look like a dad wearing that.

Leon: I am a dad…We have a whole baby?

Claire: SHIT! THAT’s WHAT I FORGOT!

[moonalumi]

road-tripping with ellie ( fluff + smut )

warnings- lots of fluff in the first half, car sex. ellie and reader aren’t really dom or sub just horny, fingering (r receiving) , thigh grinding, SCISSORING/TRIBBING AHHHH, also ellie being a loser, overstimulation

palestine help master post

honestly the idea was stupid. ellie suggested it first and it took her so long to finally convince you.

“ellie no nevermind! your cars already breaking down and it’s only been an hour on the road.” you yell out the window so ellie; who’s “fixing” her car, can hear.

“babe it’s fine it’s just the air conditioning that broke, we can just roll down all the windows” she says slamming the hood of the car and slouching back into the drivers seat. she’s already glistening with sweat after only being outside for a couple minutes.

you roll your eyes at her wiping the sweat off her forehead, “you’re acting like you were working hard, fixing the car when all you were doing was staring at it.”

“hey!!” ellie acts offended, “at least i wasn’t just sitting here complaining.”

ellie starts up the car again and drives off again. the wind practically smacking you in the face. ellie laughs at your discomfort and leaves a reassuring hand on your bare thigh, “aw babe you wanna get ice cream then or something to cool off?”

you nod and turn your thighs away from ellie, faking being angry at her. el knows your antics by now n merely laughs at you, squeezing your thigh before pulling up into an ice cream shop.

ellie collects her keys and wallet and opens her car door before realizing you haven’t even moved from your seat yet, “babe are you coming with me?” she asks, eyebrows all knit together with a look of concern.

“no just get me a vanilla cone.” you reply dryly. not even sparing ellie a glance.

“it’s gonna get really hot in here are you sure?” she asks again.

“yes ellie go!”

ellie smiles before hoping out the car to treat her angry girlfriend with ice cream. and she’s smiling again when coming back to the car and hands you your ice cream through your open window.

“for you because you’re my beautiful princess and i love you so much” ellie leaves a big wet smooch to your cheek that has your nose crinkling.

“ew ellie shut up you’re so cheesy, don’t kiss me” you wipe her spit off your cheek as you take your ice cream cone from her hand.

ellie settles in her seat again, “oh cmon you used to love my cheesy little lines.” you give ellie a side eye to which she laughs at.

“awe babe cmon you can’t be mad at me anymore i got you ice cream.” she places her clammy hand on your thigh once again and you wince.

“ellie!!! theres melted ice cream on your hand and it’s all sticky—“ ellie smirks and only grips your thigh harder, “ewww don’t touch me!!!” you squeal and she chuckles, licking the melted vanilla ice cream off her fingers.

“there it’s clean. can i touch you princess?” she teases.

“you’re so gross and annoying, i hate you i don’t know why i’m dating you.”

ellie leans in with the biggest dorkiest smile on her cute face, “because you love meeee.” you can feel her eyes searching for yours.

so you turn to face her, “i do love you els.” you smile back at her and peck the corner of her lips, “love you so much.”

you can see ellie’s cheeks gets impossibly redder as if they weren’t already flushed pink from the heat.

“now can you drive to some cute park or something before we drive again. i don’t wanna see highways anymore” you ask your girlfriend.

“of course baby” she says before leaving you alone to enjoy your ice cream on the drive.

———

“babe stop eating all the good fruits!! you always steal my food.” ellie complains as she eats what she got herself from the ice cream shop.

“that’s what happens when you get a girlfriend ellie.” you tease.

the scenery of the park is rather beautiful. there’s a large pond with tall willow trees lining the edges of it. the sun glistening on the waters surface making it look sparkly. you and ellie occasionally throwing fruits at the birds only after frantically searching up if the fruits were okay for birds to eat. but with no service you decided just fuck it maybe it’ll be okay.

ellie of course, parked in the shadiest most secluded part of the park; claiming it was for the romantics and so “we can have privacy while we makeout.”

she wasn’t wrong though because the second you two finished eating your little treats, ellie was practically begging with her eyes for you to makeout with her.

ellie’s big eyes turning more and more half lidded every time you separated from each other to catch your breaths. her hands getting more touchy. they’re moving from holding your hand to your jaw to behind your neck to push you deeper into the kiss.

the longer you kiss her and separate the cuter she looks. her lips are getting puffy and pinker and glistening with the combination of both your salivas. her tongue peeks out to lick her lips before she’s attacking your face again. then kissing down your neck. leaving a trail of wet open mouth kisses down to your collarbone.

“babe…smooch smooch… please” ellie whispers through her kisses. her hand pulling your hair back to have better access to your neck.

“you wanna go in the back el?” you ask pulling back to see her face. she nods and scrambles into the back. just crawling, jumping over the back and fumbling around to find a comfy spot and to leave enough space for you.

you shortly join her and straddle her lap. ellie smiles while looking up at you as you brush her hair away from her face and cupping it.

“you look so cute elzy, you want me?”

“mhm please” she mumbles out, muffled now that her face in smushed in between the cleavage of your tits.

“take these off then,” you hook your finger over the waistband of her jeans and sit off her lap to take your own pants off.

the whole ‘taking off pants’ process took seconds but in those mere seconds the sun managed to pierce through the shade that ellie cautiously parked her car in and heat started pooling into the already stuffy back seat of the car.

you hurriedly straddle ellie’s lap again. her mouth attacking you with harsher kisses and bites all over from your neck to your exposed tits thanks to ellie pulling down your tank top.

“mmm babe you taste so good” she mumbles with her lips all squished against your skin.

“w-what no im sweaty?” you question out of breath as you unconsciously grind on her thigh.

ellie’s attention gets diverted from your tits to the roll of your hips on her thigh, “augh shit babe m’sorry not giving her enough attention”

her fingertips shakily find their way to your clit. then down to your hole and smearing your slick all over your folds.

“elll” you beg thrusting your pussy to follow her fingers.

ellie pants and whimpers the second her fingers enter your hole, it’s like she’s the one getting fingered with all the huffing she’s making. her lips find yours as she thrusts her fingers in and out. her knuckles already getting wet from your slick.

ellie’s still a nervous wreck during sex even though you’ve done it a couple of times together. her fingers are still shaky inside you, she’s not keeping an even pace and her thumb is fumbling around not knowing whether to rub at your clit or not.

“babe w-wait,” you push ellie away a little and she gives you the cutest confused look. before she can even talk you give her a kiss and grab at her thighs and spread them apart. sitting your pussy right atop of hers and a moan leaves the both of you. ellie gives you a lazy smile and her hands plant right on your hips.

“that feel good?” you ask her. even though you already know the answer she looks lost in bliss.

her head leaned back against the headrest and she just looks so sexy all sweaty in nothing but her tank top and in need of pussy. whining and whimpering and thrusting her cute bush covered pussy up to meet your clit.

you wrap your arms around her neck and press your forehead against hers as your rut harder against her. you can feel her clit throbbing against yours and it just makes the pleasure of watching your two pussies coating each other with cum and the sight of ellie’s body under you. her abs contracting as she cums.

“babe babe aughh ohh fuck!” ellie whimpers out. her eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure.

the sound of wetness and squelching becomes so much louder the faster you grind on her. ellie’s moans getting higher and higher pitched as she becomes increasingly more sensitive after her orgasm.

“ellie im so close please hold on” you breathe out. ellie tries holes back the volume of her moans and instead squeezing your hips as she takes your grinds.

you squeeze ellie in for a hug as you cum on her pussy. kissing the top of her head and slowing down to a limp stop when you’re done.

you and ellie catch your breaths before the heat becomes unbearable. both of you are dripping sweat on each other. still half naked with cum in between your legs.

“babe-fuck what are we cleaning up with” you ask sitting up and watch as the strings of cum that connect you two break.

ellie grabs a random shirt she had stuffed in the bags and hands it to you, “just use that it’s whatever” she helps guide your shaky legs to sit next to her and clean each other up.

both of you still out of breath, and heaving immediately drive to a store to get some waters and maybe some cleaning supplies because the backseat definitely has you and ellie’s babies still on it.

[hadersversion]

yet another drabble about dad!logan because i’m watching the wolverine and love sick over this man!

obviously logan is a girl dad…as we seen many many many times. i can definitely see him wanting a BIG family, once you got him started and he’s seen you pregnant with HIS child? oh, that motherfucker will BECOME a mother fucker. he’s like a rabbit with you, constantly on you.

the one thing i keep picturing is the two of you setting up the nursery together. he obviously did the heavy lifting and painting, which cause a fight between the two of you constantly. “im pregnant, lo. i can do somethings, ya know?” “i know, bub, why don’t ya set up the library while i finish putting the dresser together?” it’s all about compromise…in some way? but the two of you spend hours in there together, trying your hardest not to lose your mind over ikea’s confusing directions and the missing screw that fell somewhere in the room. logan is trying not to lose his cool in front of you, mumbling under his breathe. but you know once you leave the room, he shouts swears and knocks the boxes over. it makes you laugh as you grab waters in the kitchen. but once the nursery is done, you two are so exhausted you fall asleep on the floor using the baby’s new pillows. though it was sort of uncomfortable, you two felt content knowing that the room was done and your baby would be here soon.

but your first kid is a girl, his heart swells when he sees you holding this perfect bundle of joy that’s a perfect combination of the two of you. but you swear a tear leaves his eye when that beautiful baby girl opens her eyes and they look exactly like yours…logan never had a favorite color before until he looked into your eyes. and now he gets to see it even more through your daughter. you knew logan was protective over you, that was a given. especially since you were pregnant but once the second his daughter came into the world, you could’ve swore he took over the role of mama bear. he would hover over ANYONE that touched them, made sure they washed and sanitized their hands multiple times, he would even ask people if they were feeling sick before they even entered the room. you had to convince him people didn’t need to wear a mask and gloves in the hospital room. but once the team met baby wolvie, he felt at ease. a little prideful showing off your guys’ daughter, actually showing off his smile to show just how happy he is.

he’s definitely going 10 mph on the drive home, cursing under his breathe at people beeping and swerving around him, not wanting to yell in front of the baby. “logan, you can speed up a little bit. she’s not going to fly out of her car seat.” “stop being a backseat driver, would ya hun? i got this.” “whatever you say old man.”

the first night was obviously tough with the baby crying and making a fuss over everything. you cried, logan held you, you both were frustrated and upset. it was tough, you knew it wasn’t easy but holy hell this was shit. but you had that support system, the man you loved helping and comforting you. but once that sweet baby girl settled in your arms and finally slept longer for an hour, you both gave each other a tired smile as he kissed your head. “you’re glowing, mama. absolutely gorgeous.” “shut up, i know i look like shit.” “shut the hell up, why would you say that?” “because you look like shit, papa.” you both laugh and pass out on the couch, receiving the best sleep ever in each others arms. until the baby monitor goes off less than two hours later.

🎀🦢💓kaila🎀🦢💓

[rafeandonlyrafe]

emergency

words: 1.2k

warnings: single mom!reader (request)

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“oh fuck…” you look at your phone after it buzzed for the third time. “i-i have to go, i’m sorry rafe.” you stand up.

“what? whats wrong?” rafe asks, not waiting for your answer before tossing some cash on the table, plenty to cover the bill and a tip for the inconvenience of rushing out mid dinner.

“it’s an emergency, i just need to get back home.” you explain, hands shaking as you exit the restaurant. you were so excited originally to go with on this date with rafe, the restaurant was upscale and you chose the perfect dress for the occasion.

“hey, baby.” rafe calls after you.

you dig into your purse as you approach your car until you finally find your keys. you pull them out but fumble, dropping them to the floor.

“baby, you can’t drive like this.” rafe says, snatching the keys off the ground before you can get to them first.

“i have to get home rafe, stop!” you shout, temper starting to flare as the minutes tick by.

“then let me drive you.” rafe says, looking just as concerned as you feel right now. 

“fine.” you groan. you know rafe well enough to know that when decides something, he doesn’t back down easily, and he has decided that you can’t get yourself home with the state you’re in. if only he knew what the reason behind the nerves was.

rafe opens up the car door, not even caring about leaving his vehicle here as you run around to the passenger seat. you don’t make any small talk, sending a quick text back in response to your cousin while giving rafe directions. 

he pulls into your driveway, surprised by how close you live, considering that all the dates that you’ve gone on in the past, you’ve insisted on driving yourself, to the point where you’ve been seeing rafe for almost four months now and he didn’t even know where you lived until this moment.

rafe throws the car into park as you hop out the vehicle, only pausing when you realize rafe is getting out too. 

“i’ll call an uber for you back to the restaurant.” you say. “just… wait out here.”

“y/n, if it’s an emergency, let me come in and help.” rafe says, as your ears pick up the cries coming from inside, but judging by rafes face, he hasn’t heard it yet. 

“no-no. i got this rafe.” you say firmly.

“what more do i have to do to prove how serious i am about us?” rafe asks, throwing his hands up, just as the door opens behind you.

you turn to the door, then back to rafe, seeing the confusion on his face, before running up to the door. you scoop your daughter out of your cousins arms, her sobs instantly lessening to a quiet cry as her grabby hands grip your dress.

“i’m so sorry, she woke up and would not calm down.” your cousin says.

“it’s okay.” you shake your head. “you can head home, i’ll venmo you for tonight.”

“hey, no worries.” your cousin shakes her head, giving you a hug and giving your daughter a kiss on the top of her head before heading away, sending a glance to rafe but staying quiet as his eyes remain on you, on the baby in your arms.

“mamas here, it’s okay baby girl.” you coo, bouncing your daughter as her cries lessen and then eventually stop.

“mama? that’s your daughter?” rafe asks.

“yes.” you hold your head high, despite how defeated you fell. “so you can just go now.”

“go?” rafe moves closer until he’s standing next to you in the doorway. he glances down at your daughter, who is looking up at him with big, curious eyes. “why would i go?”

“well, now that you know i’m a single mom i figured you-”

“you figured wrong.” rafe interrupts you. “i’m not just going to leave because you have a child. i’m only upset that you never told me.”

“i didn’t want to bring you into her life, let her get attached to you only for you to leave like her dad did.” you explain, shifting how you’re holding your daughter, hoping she goes back to sleep soon so you can have the conversation with rafe that you know is needed.

“i won’t, y/n.” rafe says seriously, his face showing the strength of his statement. “i’m not just going to run away from you, or from her.”

you feel tears well in your eyes, and you don’t hold them back. you like rafe a lot, and from what you’ve seen on the dates you’ve been on with him, he puts family before anything else, family that would include your daughter if given the chance.

“whats her name?”

“brynne. and she’s eight months old.”

“so she was three months when we met?” rafe asks, and you nod yes, moving through the threshold. rafe follows you in, shutting the door behind you, eyes sweeping around your home now that he’s finally in it for the first time.

“listen, rafe. i’m really sorry i didn’t tell you before. i was just worried you’d judge me for being a young single mom, and i’m so protective of her.” “it’s okay.” rafe shakes his head. “i get it.”

“thank you.” you smile, despite the tears still staining your cheeks. you hold brynne with one arm as you raise your hand to rafes cheek, glad that you’ve still got your heels on as you’re able to press your lips against his, quickly accepted by rafe as he kisses back.

you let yourself calm now that your mouth is against his. you pull away to rest your head against his shoulder.

“i should get her to bed, and then we can talk.” you offer.

“can i carry her to bed?” rafe asks, a small smile on his face as he looks down at brynne. “i’d like to hold her, if that’s okay.”

“yeah.” you smile, shifting so rafe can take your daughter from your arms. you cover your mouth with a giggle upon seeing how tiny she looks in his big arms.

“hi brynne, i’m rafe. your moms boyfriend.” rafe tells her, his voice soft and higher than normal when speaking to the baby.

“boyfriend, huh?” you question, raising an eyebrow. you never officially gave your relationship a title, but it seems like rafe has decided that for you.

“you heard me.” rafe smiles back, causing a blush to flare over your cheeks.

“now lets get you to bed, little one.” rafe bounces your daughter gently as he walks further into the house. 

you can’t let go of your smile as you watch your boyfriend and your daughter together, the months of worry now leading to something that you’re going to work to keep great.

“you coming?” rafe turns when he notices you aren’t following him.

“yeah.” you nod, rushing over to lay your hand on rafes back, leaning over him slightly to look at your daughter as well while you walk. “i love you.”

“was that to me or brynne?” rafe asks.

you look up at him, his blue eyes shining back brightly. 

“both.”

[guksfairy]

word count: 1k

notes: JK is 22, OC is 21, Tsuki is Jungkook’s sister, secret relationship, mentions of a nsfw Polaroid, I love them 💕 (not proof read yet!)

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Best Friend’s Older Brother JK who happened to always be around when you come over to hang out with his sister, Tsuki, even though he had a job and was an active final year university student

Best Friend’s Older Brother JK who would keep a constant eye on you two so the second Tsuki would step out of a room he’d make his way to you and grab your waist before kissing you with all his might telling you how much he misses and needs you

Best Friend’s Older Brother JK who knows your whereabouts 24/7 and consistently confuses Tsuki when he’s aware where you’re at but she doesn’t

“Ugh Y/N left her work jacket here. I’m gonna go to her place before she goes in,” Tsuki, grabbing her keys, making her way to the front door is stopped when her brother answers, “She’s already working,” nonchalantly while cutting up some fruit he craved.

Tsuki stood frozen with her hand on the door knob before slowly turning back to face Jungkook with her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

With a subtle panic Jungkook quickly fixes his composure and replies, “Uh I ran into her earlier and she told me she was called in to cover someone’s last hour,” avoiding eye contact he clears his throat hoping it’s enough for his sister to not ask him anything else.

“Okay well regardless I’m still gonna take it to her and probably grab a bite to eat. You want anything?” Jungkook shakes his head waiting for the second Tsuki walks out the door to run to his phone and text you.

Koo 💕: baby my sister is on her way to your work

Koo 💕: just take off my sweater before she gets there sweetheart

Best Friend’s Older Brother JK who lies to his entire family before going on their annual family vacation that he was feeling a little under the weather in order for his parents and sister to leave him home alone. His parents and Tsuki reluctantly leaving him alone with little worry. Tsuki texting you the day of.

Tsuki my baby🤍: hey babe you think you can go check in on Jk later today? He’s not feeling the hottest 😕

Your phone pings moving your attention from your boyfriends’ lips to your screen. Reading the text makes you giggle peaking your sweet Jungkook’s attention as he reads the screen. If only his sister knew the second his family’s car was out of view he had already called you to come over with a duffel bag full of clothes enough for 4 days and 3 nights.

Best Friend’s Older Brother JK who carries a Polaroid he took of you in quite the intimate moment. You laying on his bed on your back, his cock clearly deep in you with your face showing nothing but pleasure.

“Pleaseee I just want an energy drink!” Tsuki begging Jungkook for the nth time to buy her a drink. She didn’t have the best sleep the night before due to staying up all night trying to finish a paper she put off until the last minute. Her brother refusing to because “energy drinks aren’t good for you”.

“I’ll buy. I’m craving some gummy bears,” you’re heard from the back seat as Jungkook parks the car in front of the store.

“Really?” Tsuki’a face lighting up with joy before her brother takes out his wallet handing it to you.

“It’s fine. Here,” his sister staring awkwardly at his hand extended to you instead of his own blood relative before snatching it making him panic.

“Give it back,” his tone was supposed to be stern but his sister unbuckles her seatbelt before leaving the car with the promise of grabbing your desired snack as well.

“Are you trying to be obvious baby?” you giggle hitting his shoulder lightly.

“Sweetheart I suggest you chase after Tsuki right now and grab my wallet,”

“What? Why? She’s just gonna get snacks,”

“Your Polaroid is in there,”

“The one you took of us at our picnic date?” already in a slight panic you get ready to catch up to your friend.

“No, the one where I’m fucking you raw,” he says it like it’s almost nothing before laughing when you whine his name and get out of the car as fast as you could to get your boyfriend’s wallet out of his sister’s grip.

Best Friend’s Older Brother JK who pokes the inside of his cheek when his sister tries to talk you into a date with a guy from her graphic design class.

“Oh he’s so dreamy! Besides you need some,” she stirs the pancake mix she’s preparing for her best friend and brother.

Her brother, with his eyes on his phone screen, trying to block out his sister’s intention of setting up his girlfriend with another guy. Clearly not being able to when he slams him phone on the table placing all his attention to your conversation.

“Why don’t you date him then?” Jungkook says before you could even answer her previous suggestion.

“No. Seongmin is cute but he’d be way better with Y/N. I mean he did ask for your name last week when you walked me to class,” she smiles and winks at you before turning to the stove ready to make the delicious breakfast.

“He did?” your response made Jungkook look at you clearly reading why do you care?

“He did! Oh Y/N you’re so getting a boyfriend,” your friends excitement was cute but your boyfriend who had a pout on his cute face made you melt.

“I don’t think I need one,” getting up from your chair you give a quiet kiss to Jungkook’s temple and make your way to help Tsuki.

Jungkook’s cheek a shade of pink while his pout disappears and is replaced with a cheeky smile.

[corroded-hellfire]

AYW request where Reader graduates from college so Ryan, Luke, and Eddie come to her graduation. And then Eddie gives her a little graduation gift of his own...

+ Eddie eating Reader out under her gown right after her graduation ceremony. Like, the moment she walks across the stage, he’s dragging her to the bathroom and diving in.

I am dedicating this to Dr. Bug! I'm so proud of you @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f receiving, age gap

Words: 5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The polyester robe that hangs on your shoulders sways in the breeze as you fetch your cap out of the back seat. The cerulean regalia is a beautiful shade, but it was a pain in the ass to find something to wear beneath it that didn’t clash. The white floral summer dress peeking out now from your unzipped gown was a lucky find that caught your eye while out having lunch with Max one day. 

Cap with a golden tassel securely in your hand, you shut the back door to your sister’s car and walk around the backside to stand next to her. 

“I can’t wait to meet your boyfriend,” your sister teases, as if you’re twelve and not twenty-two. 

You roll your eyes as you lift a hand to shade your face from the blazing sun above. It’s not even officially summer yet but Indiana is coming in hot with those high temperatures this year. 

“Don’t be weird,” you say.

An exaggerated gasp leaves your older sister’s lips, and she presses a hand to her heart, fresh yellow nail polish glinting in the sunlight. 

“Me? I’m never weird.”

“When I was fourteen you told Connor Donald–”

“But you were going to the bathroom!”

“You don’t tell that to a boy when he calls!” Somehow you feel like that teenage girl all over again.

“I just had this feeling about him,” she says with a shrug. Your sister crosses her arms over her chest. “And I was right.”

“Yeah, he was a creep,” you admit. 

The smug smile on her pretty face is annoying enough to have you turning away from her. At the other end of the parking lot, you see a familiar group of men headed your way, and the littlest one breaks away from the herd and races your way, yelling your name. As he gets closer, you spy the hat perched atop his chocolate curls and the cuteness devastates you.

With a gleeful chuckle, you catch Luke as he flings himself into your arms. Using the momentum, you swoop the almost-seven-year-old up and hold him against your hip. Your back and arm muscles protest the effort, but you do your best to ignore them. Truthfully, Luke’s getting heavier and too big for this now, but you can’t bear to stop picking him up—he’s still that baby boy to you. 

“Hey, you,” you greet him.

“You look so pretty!” he tells you as you begrudgingly set him down.  

“Thank you!” you say. “You look pretty handsome yourself in that snazzy fedora.”

Luke giggles and adjusts the brim of the hat so he can see you better. 

By now, the rest of the gang has made their way to you and Ryan is the next one to launch himself towards you for a hug. Wayne goes next and you can tell your boyfriend is purposefully waiting to be the last one. Indeed he was as he brings you into his arms and presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. His hands slip below the graduation robe and rest on the soft cotton of the dress that hugs your lower back. 

“Hi,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hi,” you reply just as softly. 

If it weren’t for your sister clearing her throat, you very well might have forgotten that you were at your graduation, let alone there were other people standing around you right now. Such is the power of Eddie and his touch.

“Oh,” you say, face heating up as you take a step back from your boyfriend. “Right. Um, everyone, this is my big sister, Gin. Gin, this is Eddie, Wayne, and the little monsters Luke and Ryan.”

Both boys make silly faces at you in retaliation for their introduction, which you have no problem doing right back to them. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eddie says, extending his hand.

“Likewise,” Gin replies as she shakes it. 

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Wayne greets your sister. They shake hands as Eddie comes closer to you again, standing behind you and resting his hands on your hips.

“Heard that if it weren’t for you, these two wouldn’t even know each other,” Wayne says, nodding to you and Eddie. 

Ryan’s nose scrunches up in confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s true,” Gin tells the boy with a smile. “My old roommate is friends with your mom. One day I overheard something about someone needing a babysitter and I knew my little sister was available.”

Luke walks over and wraps his arms around your sister’s hips, giving her a big squeeze.

“Thank you for hearing that!”

The adults chuckle and you lean back into Eddie as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go in,” you say with a sigh.

“Where are you going?” Ryan asks.

“I have to go inside with everyone else who’s graduating,” you explain as Eddie’s arms wind their way around your waist. He isn’t making this any easier. “That way you guys get to watch me when I walk across the stage.”

“Ed, would you let the poor girl go?” Wayne says with a sigh, making Gin let out a tittering laugh.

“Don’t wanna,” he says like a petulant child. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “I like your dress.”

“Thank you,” you hum softly.

Silently, Eddie presses his body flush up against yours and you feel his half-hard cock pressing up against the top of your ass. A strangled gasp leaves your lips and Eddie has to bury his face in your neck to hide his smirk.

“I really like it,” he mumbles against your skin.

Sitting in the small arena, in dark green retractable seats that are usually reserved for someone watching a school basketball or hockey game, Ryan and Luke start to grow restless as they wait for the graduation ceremony to begin. Eddie knows they won’t exactly be captivated once it starts either, but he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it. 

“Luke, can you please sit down? I don’t want to ask you again.”

“When is she coming out?” Luke asks, craning his neck to look around at the stage as he does as his father asked.

“When everybody else does,” Ryan says, also bored, but annoyed by his little brother as well.

“But when’s that?” the six-year-old whines.

“You know,” Gin says with a smile that looks suspiciously like one of Luke’s or Ryan’s when they’re up to something, “I have some pretty funny stories I could tell you about her.”

Eddie is also clearly intrigued by this, a spark of mischief gleaming in his own eyes. 

“Ooh, like what?” Luke asks, already engrossed even though your sister hasn’t begun yet.

“Well, one time,” Gin starts, “she thought she could be like Mary Poppins and fly. She grabbed an umbrella and wanted to climb up to the roof. Our dad followed her into the garage and asked what she was looking for. When she said a ladder so she could go up to the roof, he put an end to her plan. She cried the whole day because she wasn’t allowed to try and fly like Mary Poppins could.”

Luke laughs, tilting sideways until he’s leaning against his big brother. Ryan’s chuckling as well, picturing you being mad because you can’t fly. 

“Are you the big sister?” Ryan asks.

“I am,” Gin says.

“How many years?” Luke asks. “Ryan’s two years older than me. I’m the baby.”

“I’m six years older than her.”

“I’m six years old!” Luke shares excitedly.

“Do you have any more stories?” Ryan asks. 

Eddie and Wayne share a smile between the two of them. Ryan is usually never so open with people he’s just met—he’s always been the shyest in the family. But there’s something about Gin being your sister that has Ryan feeling comfortable enough to be himself. The two of you aren’t identical, though it’s easy to tell that you are sisters. Gin is slightly shorter, and her face holds more roundness than yours does, but there’s a clear resemblance. Especially around the eyes, Eddie notices. They aren’t the exact same shade, but the shape of your eyes and arch of your eyebrows are very much alike. 

“Hmm,” Gin hums as she thinks of another story to entertain the boys with. Eddie can’t help but notice she purses her lips when she’s thinking the same way that you do as well. 

“Oh, okay. She used to make us watch her sing and dance all the time! Especially to New Kids on the Block.”

“Who?” Ryan asks.

Before the stab of feeling old has time to sink in for Eddie, Gin, or Wayne, the lights dim and a blanket of quiet falls over the crowd.

The faculty takes their places on stage and Pomp and Circumstance begins to play over the loudspeaker. Soon, a rolling wave enters the floor of the arena as all graduates file in towards the rows of chairs laid out for them.

Both Ryan and Luke stand, the younger Munson on his tippy toes as he tries to look as far and wide as he can to spot you in the crowd. 

“Where is she?” Luke groans. “Everyone is so blue!”

“Ugh! I can’t find her!” Ryan follows up. 

It takes Eddie a few moments to find you as well. Everyone is matching so he can’t go by what you’re wearing beneath your gown, and it’s even hard to see your beautiful hair with the cap restricting his view. But it doesn’t take your boyfriend very long to spot you, as he’d be able to find you anywhere—even if he was blindfolded. 

“Look, look,” Eddie says, gesturing for his sons to step closer to him. “She’s right there. Next to Aunt Jess.”

Ryan and Luke do their best to follow the direction that their father is pointing in, but it’s hard–even when the graduates all stop walking once they reach their seats. But as Ryan wrinkles up his brow and really tries to examine his dad’s line of vision, his eyes catch on you.

“I see her!” A grin lights up Ryan’s face and it fills Eddie with a warmth that the outside sun could never hope to aspire to. 

After a few more minutes, and once the speeches begin, Luke spies you as well and becomes just as excited as his big brother. Their joy quickly wears off as speaker after speaker comes up to the podium to give some of the most boring speeches Eddie has ever heard in his entire life. He can’t blame his boys for practically falling asleep slumped against one another. 

Finally, the names of the graduates begin to get called and the boys muster up their energy reserves to wait for you. There’s a good chunk of graduates who have their moment before a name is called that the boys recognize.

“Jess Arnold.”

The boys excitedly cheer but become even giddier when they see you’re next up. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the emotion of walking across the stage to receive your diploma. Hearing your name called over the loudspeaker was cool, being up on the jumbo screen for a moment was pretty surreal, but the sounds coming from one particular section of the audience have you choking up as you accept the rolled up piece of parchment from the Dean.

The claps of two small pairs of hands and cheers from those same boys send goosebumps shooting up and down your arms. Luke hadn’t even shouted that loud in excitement when he saw the real-life Hot Wheels cars. Wayne’s whistle joins the noise, that piercing sound making you chuckle as you try to swallow your emotions. Gin’s voice is unmistakable in her cheering—you heard that yelling every day growing up, you’d know it anywhere. But the sound in the cacophony that makes a few tears spill over your lash line is Eddie’s proud and happy “Woo!” that he repeats as you make your way across the platform. You just wish he was waiting for you as soon as you stepped off the stage so you could run into his arms. But as you step down and are about to head back to your seat, you look up and see where your family is up in the stands.

When they realize you’re looking at them, the boys wave excitedly, both hands flapping over their heads. Wayne and Gin both give you waves as well. Your eyes are glued to Eddie though, as he presses his hand to his mouth and then extends it towards you, blowing a kiss your way. A girlish giggle bubbles out of you at the gesture and you blow one right back to him. 

It feels like ants scurrying out of an ant hill as you exit the arena and try to find familiar faces amongst the thousands of family members and friends who are here to support their loved ones today. 

Jess comes up beside you and loops her arm through yours. You flash her a quick smile and the two of you fight your way through the crowd, searching for your people. 

Your name catches your attention and your head whips to the left to see Luke’s small hands cupped around his mouth. It’s a swim upstream as you tug Jess in that direction, but you finally make it to find Eddie waiting with a bouquet of carnations in his hand. 

More tears threaten to spill over as he hands them to you with a smile so full of admiration and pride on his face.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.”

The wrapper around the flowers crinkles in your hand and you make sure it’s held tight in your fist as you throw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and hug him as close as you can manage. Eddie doesn’t hesitate for a moment, his arms encircling your waist and holding your body up against his.

“Thank you,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the crowd. “I love you so much.”

“They’re from us, too!” you hear Luke say.

With a soft chuckle, you pull away from Eddie who is raising an eyebrow at his boys.

“Are they, now? I must’ve missed the part where you chipped in,” he says.

“You must’ve,” Luke agrees with a shrug.

You laugh and hand the flowers to Eddie so you can pull both boys in for a big hug. Each of them gets squeezed in an arm but they cling to you just as tightly. 

“You were on stage!” Ryan says when you let go.

“And I heard you cheering for me!” you tell him. 

“Can I wear your hat?” Luke asks.

“Oh, I need a picture of that,” you say while nodding your head. 

That leads to dozens of pictures being taken. You with everyone at once, you with everyone individually, you and Jess goofing off before she went off to find her family. Luke takes a handful while wearing your cap but Eddie plops it back on your head so he can take a few more with you. 

Both boys make gagging noises as Gin snaps a picture of Eddie giving you a kiss. Their groans only grow as you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and sink further into the kiss, another snapshot being taken.

“Please tell me that one isn’t going to get hung up anywhere,” Luke gripes. 

For the next picture, Eddie wraps his arm tightly around your waist and dips you, causing you to let out a mixture of a squeal and laughter as your hands cling to him for stability. You’re aware of the flash of the camera going off but it’s nothing compared to the brightness of Eddie’s grin as he looks down at you. It makes your heart pound faster than the adrenaline from the feeling of almost falling could ever do.

Once multiple roles of film have been used, the camera gets tucked away and it’s time to get going. Eddie offers to drive you back, just the two of you, since Gin drove you here and she’s headed straight back home. Wayne can take the boys back to give you and Eddie some time alone.

“Thank you for coming,” you say to your sister as you pull her in for a hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she tells you. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you.”

It makes you smile to see how the Munsons all hug her goodbye as well–even shy little Ryan. With one last wave, your sister heads towards the parking lot and Wayne ruffles the hair of the two boys.

“Ready, knuckleheads?” he asks.

“Can I wear your cap home?” Luke asks.

“Sure.” You hand the blue piece of regalia to him and instead of switching it out with his fedora like he did for the pictures, he just stacks it on top of his own hat.

“That’s a great look,” Eddie tells him, to which Luke winks in response. 

“Will you take these for me, Ry?” you ask, offering the eight-year-old your bouquet of pastel-colored flowers.

“Of course!” The wrapper crinkles as the boy situates the long stems against his shorter frame.

You press a kiss to both boys’ cheeks before they head towards the parking lot with Wayne. Eddie laces his fingers with yours and you go to follow in the same direction the others just went, when Eddie tugs you back and smacks a kiss to the back of your hand.

“How about a little campus tour before we go?” he asks.

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. “Anywhere in particular you want to see?”

Eddie shrugs. “Your favorite spots. Somewhere there’s no one else, maybe.”

“Right,” you say, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips. “Let’s see what we come across.”

Hand in hand, the two of you take a leisurely stroll through the quad of campus. Where there are usually people studying or picnicking during the semester, now there are graduates and families taking pictures and celebrating. The warm day outside leads you to the cool shelter of the student center at the far end of the yard, where you spent a lot of your college days having lunch. It’s mostly empty now, no one having any real need to be in here other than to escape the brutal sun. 

An empty hallway catches Eddie’s eye, and he leads you by the hand to follow him in that direction. His boots squeak against the white linoleum tiles and your heels clack as you step behind in his wake. There isn’t much down this way except for a few offices that are now empty, a room full of vending machines, and some bathrooms. 

Your boyfriend takes advantage of the latter, the empty hallway leading him to believe there will be no one in the men’s room. His gamble is correct as he pulls you in behind him. He moves quick as lightning to turn the lock on the bathroom door, assuring that no one will interrupt the two of you. 

Eddie’s lips are on yours a heartbeat later, both his and your hands going to the zipper of your graduation gown. Neither of you can get it down blindly, but Eddie’s too impatient to make another go at it. Instead, he grips your hips and helps you sit on the peach granite counter behind you. The gown gets rucked up your body, the dress he’s so fond of joining it until they’re both up around your waist.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” Eddie croons as he sinks down to his knees. Soft, plush lips trail hot kisses from the inside of your left knee all the way up to the apex of your thighs. Large, strong hands massage up and down your legs as his lips never leave your skin, touching and teasing everywhere except where you need him the most. 

Eddie lets his eyes slip closed not only to let himself enjoy the feeling of having his hands and lips worship your soft skin, but also because if he gets one more look at the wet patch on your purple lace panties, he’s going to rip them off of you and the fun will end far too soon. 

“Eddie, please,” you beg.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he says softly. 

Torturously slow, Eddie’s mouth comes closer to your center, the heat of his breath making you curl your toes before he even comes in contact with you. Brown doe eyes open to look at you, darkened by lust as he finally presses his mouth against your core, kissing against the wet patch of your panties that’s driving him so wild. Pleasure flutters in your pussy, your hole clenching around nothing as Eddie opens his mouth and grips the material of your panties with his teeth. As quick as he grabbed them, he lets them go, letting the wet lace smack back against your clit. 

“God, I need you,” Eddie growls. 

Calloused fingers work themselves up the outside of your thighs and grip the purple material at your hips. You arch your back, head resting against the bathroom mirror, to assist your boyfriend in ridding you of your underwear, which he shoves into the back pocket of his pants. 

Now with nothing between him and your soaked pussy, Eddie eyes it greedily and the way he stares at your bare sex turns you on even more. You choke on a breath as he dives in, tongue instantly running from your hole up to your clit. He decides to keep his attention there, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you moan. Eddie’s responding moan reverberates up your core, adding another layer of pleasure to his mouth on you. 

He hitches your left leg over his shoulder to open you up even more for him, going in to devour you like his life depends on it. His hot, long tongue glides through your folds as he licks at you, not stopping even for a moment to catch his breath–not giving you a moment of reprieve as his mouth works against your pussy like it was made for this.  

You never want this–him–to stop but Eddie’s too God damn good with his mouth for you to last long. 

“E-Eddie, please.” You’re not sure what you’re pleading for as you reach down and grip the curls on the top of the older man’s head in your hand. It takes all of your control not to rut your hips against his sinful mouth. 

Even though you’re not sure what you’re asking for, Eddie somehow knows what you need—he always does. He slips a finger inside of you, quickly followed by a second, as he keeps his mouth working on your clit. His eyes are trained on yours, not breaking contact for a second as his tongue laps at your clit and his fingers pump in and out of your greedy pussy.

If the feeling alone wasn’t about to bring you over the edge, the sight before you was.

“Oh, I’m gonna, I-I’m gonna–”

You don’t have time to finish your thought as your orgasm rushes over you, pleasure sparking throughout your body and leaving a tingle in your veins that only Eddie can give you. Thick fingers continue to work you through it, his tongue not giving up its assault on your clit until he’s wrung every ounce of ecstasy he can from you.

Once your muscles relax and you’re panting above him, Eddie slips his fingers from inside of you and stands up. He wastes no time slipping them into his mouth, moaning as he savors the taste of you. You’d come again just from that if you had the energy. 

“Eddie,” you whisper between labored breaths.

“I love how much you say my name,” your boyfriend says as he leans over your body and presses his lips against yours. 

The sound of Eddie’s zipper being pulled down shoots a thrill of excitement through you as the two of you exchange easy, lazy kisses. His hard cock nudging at your hole has you breaking your mouth away from his, a whimper tumbling from your lips. 

“Yes,” you whine, the only word in your otherwise blank mind.

His initial push into you has you gripping at his shoulders, throwing your head back, which Eddie takes full advantage of and attaches his lips to your throat. The deeper he sinks into you, the harder your nails dig into the back of the button up shirt Eddie wore just for the occasion today. 

“Shit,” Eddie huffs with a small laugh. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Fuck, been hard since I saw you this afternoon. Couldn’t stop thinking about how bad I wanna fuck you since then. How bad I needed to taste you. Feel that tight, perfect pussy of yours squeezing me so fuckin’ good.”

You lift your head up to look at him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Even though m’not your college girl anymore?” you ask through your shallow breathing.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie growls, gripping your hips tighter and adjusting the angle that he pushes into you. “You’re my college graduate. My smart girl. My smart girl who gets so dumb on my cock, doesn’t she?”

“Uh huh.” You nod, your head heavy as the familiar pressure builds up in your lower tummy.

“That’s my girl.”

“So close,” you whine.

“Me too, baby. Come on. Be my good girl and come with me.”

One of Eddie’s hands leaves your hips and his thumb presses against your clit, making tight circles just the way he knows drives you crazy. 

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Let go, princess.”

“Shit, I-I’m coming!”

Eddie spilling into you, coating your walls with his warm seed elevates this orgasm as you hold onto your boyfriend for dear life. Lightning sparks everywhere his body touches yours and pure bliss washes over you like a wave on the surf. 

It takes a few minutes for the two of you to catch your breath. Eddie’s body hovers over yours and, if you’re honest, you’d be fine if he never moved. Eventually, he has to though, which also means pulling out of you. Though you whine at the loss, Eddie is right there to help clean you up and press sweet kisses to your mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Mmm, I would hope so,” you tease, throwing your arms around his neck.

Eddie has one arm draped around your shoulders as you walk down the hallway to his apartment door. He keeps pressing kisses to your temple and running the material of your graduation gown between his fingers. 

“What’re the odds the boys will be asleep?” Eddie asks when you’re one door away.

“Slim to none,” you answer with a bark of laughter. “It’s still light out.”

“Details, details.” Eddie grabs the doorknob and tosses the front door open, allowing you to step inside first.

But you don’t even get one foot over the threshold before your eyes take in the sight before you. A large banner reading “Congratulations!” hangs in the archway that leads to the bedrooms and the apartment is crowded with people. Your jaw drops and it takes your brain a few moments to recalibrate. Once it does, you spin around to face Eddie and swat at his arm.

“I told you I didn’t want a party!”

Eddie shakes his head, a shit-eating grin on his face, as he leads you into the apartment and closes the door behind him. All six Harringtons are here, Max, Lucas, and their daughter Tiffany, and Wayne with both boys, who look more mischievous than ever.

“Oh no, this isn’t a graduation party,” Eddie says. 

Nancy steps forward, a sly smile on her face, when you narrow your eyes at Eddie.

“Nope,” she echoes. “It’s an employee performance review.”

You stare at her for a moment, not comprehending her words.

“What?”

She can’t help but let out a small chuckle so Steve steps up to her side to help her out.

“You’re our employee, right? Watch the kids? So, we reviewed your performance and determined it was excellent.”

“Which of course calls for a party,” Nancy explains, gesturing to the living room full of people around her.

“And the fact that it happens to be on the day I graduated college?” you ask, tilting your head to look at Eddie.

“Complete coincidence,” he says with an innocent shrug. 

“Look, look, look!” Luke bounds over and grabs your hand, leading you over to the counter that separates the kitchen and the living room. 

A large sheet cake with vanilla icing and blue piping rests there, bearing the words “Congrats Grad!” in gold lettering.

It brings a smile to your face, but you smile even wider as you look down at Luke and then over at Ryan.

“Did you two know about this?” you ask.

“Maaaaybe,” Ryan drawls.

“I can’t believe you kept a secret from me!”

You pull Luke in against your chest and start to tickle his sides. He squirms, trying to get away from you as he howls in laughter. 

“Ahh! Ryan! Help me!”

Ryan rushes over and tries to tug his little brother out of your grasp, but you’re quicker. You pull the older Munson brother into your clutches as well and he becomes another victim of your tickling. They both shriek and try to run, but you cease your tickling to wrap your arm around each boy and press a kiss to the top of their heads. 

“You little sneaks,” you say.

“Can we have cake now?” is Luke’s only reply. He doesn’t wait for a response before posing another question. “Do you make a wish on graduation cakes?”

“What would you wish for, babe?” Eddie says as he walks over to you. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and you furrow your brow. “Would it be to fly like Mary Poppins?”

Your eyes widen as all the heat in your body rushes to your face.

“I’m going to kill my sister.”

[elliesmainhoe]

Sundress Season

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

NSFW imagine • 18+ ONLY

Summary: A picnic date can really only end one way~

Contents: Fluff, feminine reader, kissing, cuteness, hickeys, ✂️✂️✂️, Abby loves your tits, use of pet names (baby, sugar, doll, beautiful).

WC 1.1K

DAY 1 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER.

June was your favourite month by far. The sun beamed down onto the hillside, it's rays setting a gold hue across the grass , the wind still held a crispness to it that was not yet tainted by the humidity of late summer heat but still warm, the flowers began blossoming their buds and petals and the birds started to sing their songs.

You loved it. That's why, when the signs of early summer began showing you immediately knew that you had to celebrate the occasion. And what better way than a picnic with your favourite person in the whole wide world, your wife.

Sandwiches, fruit, lemonade and some homemade cupcakes were packed into a brown wicker basket, along with a cliche red and white chequered blanket to lay on the still slightly dewy grass.

"Are you ready beautiful?" You heard Abby's voice sound out from downstairs, like usual she put on her usual clothes and braided her hair without a bother in the world. You however, showered, did your skincare, dried and styled your hair, applied your make-up, and put on the prettiest dress you owned. A floral blue off the shoulder dress that draped down to your knees.

It was annoying, in all honesty. How effortlessly beautiful she was.

"Yes, Coming!" You yelled back, clipping the clasp on your necklace as you left your bedroom and running down the stairs excitedly. "I've packed all of the food that you told me to- it looks delicious" Abby told you, smiling at your excited form- as you hop up and down.

"Thank you Abs!" You smile in appreciation, grabbing her hand and ushering her out the door. A stupid lovesick smile plastered onto her features as she beamed at the nickname.

The old rust bucket truck purred into action as soon as Abby's key turned in the ignition, hand placed firm on your thigh. Thumb moving in a circular motion- before her arm moved over the back of the leather seat you were sitting in as she reversed out of the drive.

It took about ten minutes to get to the location you had in mind- living in the countryside definitely had its perks for sure. Soft music drifted out the cars speakers, filling in the comfortable silence that fell between you and Abby, the only noise other than the music being your quiet hums.

The riverbank was beautiful, with sound of rushing water, twittering birds and tall trees casting shade on the ground. You laid the chequered blanket by the tree, hoping to be kept out of view from the sun.

Abby kneeled down on the blanket, assisting you by unpacking the basket, humming in approval at the sight of the food. Once she'd emptied the wicker baskets contents she sat down, back resting against the rough bark of the tree.

"c'mere, sugar" she grinned, patting her thigh with a chuckle.

Of course you sat down, smiling sweetly as you picked up a cupcake from the spread of food, licking at the icing, earning an eye roll from Abby.

"Really?" She scoffed, with a smirk on her face.

"really."

Her hands grabbed your hips softly, kneading at the plush flesh over the thin fabric of your sundress. Her mouth connected to the naked skin of your collar bone, sucking and kissing leaving purple marks behind in her tentative wake and drawing soft whimpers from your lips.

Soon her mouth had travelled to your neck and then your jaw and then she eventually dipped down to the top of your boobs, her teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your cleavage.

"Aren't ya just so lucky to live in the middle of no where, so your girlfriend can play with your tits whenever the fuck she wants and no one can see ya?- lucky girl" she purred.

Her hands began tugging down the straps of your dress, breasts spilling out from the built-in cups of the floral dress. She left light kisses across the plush of your skin, slowly moving down the valley in-between your breasts before moving back up to slowly suck on your sensitive nipple.

As her tongue rolled over your sensitive bud, you felt her calloused fingers creep up your thigh, pinching at the fat before settling over your clothed cunt. Her fingers brushed over your sensitive spot, still shielded in thin fabric as you gasped at the sensation.

You cried out when her hand left your mound, the sound of a belt unbuckling with a clunk, as you felt Abby move from beneath you, shimmying out from her worn jeans and panties.

In a swift movement, you were now laying flush against the red and white gingham picnic blanket, Abby straddling your hips as her fingers fidgeted with the waistband of your pink panties, asking for permission which you quickly gave with a nod of your head. She tapped on your ass, signalling you to arch up a bit so she could take them off more easily.

"god you have such a beautiful pussy baby- fuck, could stare at it for hours." she hummed, finger creeping down to collect your slick. "All wet for me already baby? haven't even touched your cunt yet? god doll, gon' drive me crazy" she huffed, licking the slick from her fingers like a woman starved.

"fuck baby, you even taste sweet-" she praised, causing an impatient whine to leave your pouted lips. she laughs "alright doll- I hear ya' lift this leg up for me" she instructs patting at your right thigh, as you obediently follow.

she maneuvers so she now hovers on top of you, unclothed cunts centimeters apart from each other before she slowly begins to roll her hips. Moans leaves both of your mouths at the sensation of your clits rubbing together, over and over and over again.

"fuck baby~ God I love those pretty sounds you make~" she whines, head tilting back as your hips buck up into hers at the praise, cunts moving together as Abby grabs your tits in her palms, rolling your nipples in-between her index and thumb.

your hands reach up to cup Abby's cheeks, pulling her down into a sloppy passionate kiss, the bucking of your hips becoming faster as the feeling in your core tightens.

"gon' come abby~ wanna come with you" you whine into her mouth desperately.

"come with me baby- come baby- please" she grunts breathlessly, the moving of her hips becoming sloppier against yours, as the coil inside of you both snaps together, erotic moans leaving both of your lips as you ride out your high, mouths still interlocked in a desperate kiss.

Abby sighs, body lowering bedside you after a few minutes, catching her breath, a cheeky grin plastered on her face as she gazes at you, your tits covered in bites and your thighs coated with her cum.

and all she could think was 'i hope she wears that sundress again'

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can you tell I've never scissored someone before? 😞

not proofread

[the-californicationist]

The Window (5 of 7)

Ch 01 // Ch 02 // Ch 03 // Ch 04 // Ch 05 // Ch 06--- AO3 Link

You couldn’t see anything. You knew you were in the backseat, but you didn’t even know what kind of car you were in. They’d stolen you from your bed. As the road rushed by you, jostling you around, you had no idea where you were headed. The two men on either side of you hadn’t said a word, but when you tried to peek, they reinforced your blindfold, keeping you in the dark. 

“Alright, bonnie,” Soap’s voice was in your left ear, “Ready for your surprise?”

You turned to him, hoping he could see the glare through the cloth, 

“Are we there yet? ‘Cause blindfolding a pregnant woman in a car while she has morning sickness is like a new level of cruelty.”

“Sorry, love,” Gaz took your hand and you felt his lips on your fingers, “Almost there.”

Price was in the driver’s seat, and you felt him pull the car to a long, braking stop.

Gaz took your hand, helping you out of the car, walking you up past the hood, one foot in front of the other. 

“Can I look?”

“Alright, pretty girl. You can look,” John’s voice washed over you, and you took off your mask. 

You were facing a modern-style home. It was the only house around, surrounded by trees, illuminated by bright sunshafts glittering through the leaves of the canopy. 

“Bought it for you, love. Wha’d’ya think?” Simon’s comment barely registered. 

When John had told you things would be different, he hadn’t really been clear. He’d promised to do everything he could to take care of you and the baby, and that he would somehow prove it to you. You had no idea that promise would include a whole damn house.

“Your name’s on the deed, and it’s paid in full. But,” John shifted his weight, treading lightly, “We were hopin’ you’d let us move in with you. We just… we don’t wanna miss a moment, love.”

“What?” Your voice sounded so small, “You… you bought me a house?”

“Aye, with a wee pool and everything! Come see it, bonnie,” Soap grabbed your hand and rushed you in. 

The house was unfurnished except for the appliances, but there were boxes in every room. You opened one to find a bedframe, and one in the kitchen had pots and pans. Had they bought everything new? How did they get the money?

“John,” you found him as Soap was taking you around for the tour, “How did you afford this?”

He smiled, 

“Four single men, all with over ten years of service… let’s just say we had some savings.”

“I can’t afford to pay you back,” you admitted. 

“Don’t need you to. It’s yours. I told you, love,” he pet your cheek, kissing you chastely once, twice, until you relaxed into his touch, “We’re here to stay, but it’ll be on your terms.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you were in shock as you stood in the big, empty living room, gaping up at the high ceilings and black, wooden beams. It was a gorgeous home, and you were speechless. 

“Do you like it, love?” Simon put his arms around your waist and held you, looking down into your face for your appraisal.

You nodded,

“I do. It’s perfect. Thank you for everything. I wasn’t —”

He bent down to kiss you, interrupting you, and he was anything but gentle. Something about seeing you in his home had Simon all worked up, and you were being subjected to its effects. 

His hands lifted you onto the kitchen island with incredible ease, and you spread your legs to accommodate his huge frame as he settled himself against your hips. He wouldn’t stop kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth, sucking on your lips, and fondling your tender breasts through your thin tee shirt. 

“You two are gonna start a fire you can’t put out,” Gaz chastised Ghost, sidling up to you and kissing your neck. 

“Join in or fuck off, mate,” Simon’s voice was like a growl, snarling at his sergeant before returning his mouth to your body, sucking on your soft nipple through the fabric of your tee, making the cloth cling to you as he licked and nipped at your peak.

“Easy, Si. We’re gonna unload the bags, and we’ll be back. Get her all warmed up for us,” Gaz’s sinister chuckle hung in the air as he left you at his lieutenant’s mercy, of which there seemed to be very little. 

Ghost was usually so careful with you, but today, in the echoing expanse of the kitchen he’d bought for you, he was messy and needy. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he rubbed it against you. Wearing nothing more than a pair of bike shorts and a tee shirt, you were able to feel every touch, every warm inch of his dick through your thin clothing, and his repeated thrusting told you exactly how hard he was.

He whined as he kissed you, teasing his head against your covered hole, but sensing where the warm entrance was, prodding it as if he might break through. You comforted him, placing your hand on his cheek as he kissed you. It seemed to bring him back to earth, if just for a moment. 

“You alright, Si?” You asked in a low whisper, watching over Ghost’s enormous shoulder as the other three men brought in bag after bag of supplies and belongings, preparing to move in. They kept stealing hungry glances over at you and your tall blond lover, not jealous per se but feeling ready to be included. 

Simon nodded,

“Yeah, love. ‘M fine.” 

He pulled back a bit to look down at your body. He lifted your tee shirt to stare at your belly. You weren’t showing yet, but he didn’t care. He placed an enormous, tattooed hand over your womb protectively, whispering,

“Can’t believe you’re havin’ my baby. Doesn’t seem real yet.”

“How do you know they’re yours?” You asked him gently, putting your hand over his and tracing comforting circles across his skin.

“Don’t know,” he kissed you again, “Don’t care.”

Simon pulled off your bike shorts, forcing you to lift your hips off the counter, and ripped them off of your feet in one quick swoop. Your shirt disappeared just as fast, and the cool air in the empty kitchen rushed across your body, making your flesh pebble from the shock. But, you melted as soon as you felt Simon’s thick fingers spread your pussy lips apart, reaching for your tight, wet hole. When he found your warmth, you both sighed into each other, relieved and yet ablaze. 

His other hand was still pressed to your belly as if he was keeping you and your baby hidden from the world, holding you both in his palm possessively. The contrast was mesmerizing. His fingers pounded into you, sheathing themselves down to the knuckle, wet and sticky, while his other was gentle and soft, caressing you as sweetly as he could. You felt a strong, rushing orgasm build within you, and as soon as you began to clench around him, he took his fingers away, leaving you teetering on the edge with nothing to grab onto. 

“Ungh! What… Si? Please,” you whined, looking up to him with wide glassy eyes.

His expression was serious, and he leaned in close to taunt you,

“Whose baby are you havin’?”

“I don’t know. We said we would —”

His fingers were back, pressing down cruelly into your walls, making it feel like his fat dick was prodding through your entrance,

“Whose…” His fingers sank into you, making a popping wet noise. “Fuckin’...” He pulled them out of you, painting your wetness on your lips, “Baby…” Back in. “Is…” Back out. “It?” Back in, and this time, a third finger joined them.

“Simon!” You cried out, but you were alone in the room. The others must have been outside dealing with the moving boxes. 

“That’s right,” he brought your face up to his, tangling a fist into your hair, “Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s too much, Si…” You were shocked by how stretched you felt, and your pussy was soaked, trying to accommodate its intruder, your muscles shaking from being spread apart. 

“Whose —”

“Yours… fuck! Si, you’re gonna make me come!” You felt it break inside of you, bursting through like a firework, crackling through your belly and making you squirt on his hands… and your brand new kitchen tile. 

“Oh, bloody hell. That’s a good girl.”

Just when you thought he would give you his cock, he began to slowly press his hand into you again, fucking you with his three wide fingers still inside of you, stretching you all the way down to his knuckles. 

“Si?” You whimpered, confused, starving for the comforting feeling of his heavy rod. 

“Wha’ is it, love?” He didn’t even look up at you. He was transfixed, focused on your swollen hole. 

“Fuck me… please?” You reached out for him, grasping at his wide forearm, trying to coax him to take the next step. 

In an almost dismissive way, he caught Price before he walked back outside and nodded at him, 

“Oy, mate. Hold her for me, yeah?”

To your shock, John walked over, studied you for a second as you writhed in your predicament, and stood on the other side of the island countertop, behind your head. He chuckled, 

“What have you gotten yourself into, pretty girl?” 

The captain took both of your arms and locked them in his, sticking them up behind your head, watching your tits hang freely, bouncing up and down as Ghost pounded his hand into your sopping pussy. 

You gritted your teeth, feeling your body respond to your capture, ready and eager to come again so soon after its last onslaught. 

“I can’t… I’m…” 

“Gonna come again,” Simon grinned, “Yeah, I can feel it. Needy thing, innit she?”

“She is,” John agreed, pinning your arms just a little tighter, ready for you to try and wriggle away. 

You were breathing heavy, and your muscles kept tightening up on you, freezing you in place as you tried to squirm free. If only you could pull your arms around you, maybe you could hold off the brutal fire building in your chest, burning down your ribs and spinning like a spiral in that impossibly tight coil that he was working with his fingers. 

It was when he bent to suck on your clit that you lost it. You felt the knot that was tangled up inside of you slip, the long rope sliding against its own bite, loose and unwieldy, letting you freefall through the sparkling, black abyss of your impossibly deep pleasure. 

“That’s what I wanna see, love,” your blond beast growled up at you, showing you his white fangs, “Give me that come. Give it to me! Yes! Fuck!”

You heard the wet noises that were coming from you, not understanding where they were coming from or how, but also not caring one bit. All you cared about was riding the relentless wave of pleasure. The more he fucked you on his hand, the more you rolled through the tumbling ebb and flow of your bliss. 

Hot tears cut across your temples, and it was John’s soft mouth that kissed them away, shushing you,

“It’s okay, love. Be good for Simon, yeah? Be our good girl. You can do that, right?”

You nodded weakly, leaning your cheek into his scruffy kisses, letting him nuzzle you, comforting you as Ghost pulled you apart.

John used his warm hands to pet your breasts, plucking gently at your nipples, lingering on their silky skin, 

“Such a pretty little thing, lettin’ Si use that pussy. You look bloody beautiful like this, love.”

His praise made you feel drunk. Now, all you wanted was to be good for them. You wanted more of that lovesick approval. What more could you give them? How could you appease the gods of your pleasure?

You canted your hips, humping Simon’s hand, letting him reach deeper and deeper on each thrust, rocking your body against the hard countertop. 

Ghost made a painful groan inside his throat, obviously pleased with your performance, and he leaned forward to suck on your breasts, biting and licking more than he was kissing, but it was enough to make you keen in high-pitched whines, catching Soap and Gaz’s attention in the other room. 

You didn’t halt your shameless undulation for their benefit. You were far beyond the point of shame. You were only focused on coming again and again and again — as many times as your commander needed you to — built to serve him. Them…

Gaz’s bright smile widened as he came up beside Ghost,

“My, my, my. Makin’ quite a mess, hm, babes?”

“A right gorgeous mess,” Soap added, licking his lips, obviously eager to taste the honey Simon had harvested from you. 

Now that he had his team with him, Simon pulled you off the counter top and put your feet on the ground. He positioned you so that he could fuck you from behind, but he was too tall. So, he simply held you up, easily supporting your weight, his heavy arm underneath your hips. Price, Gaz, and Soap all stood in front of you, their belt buckles in your line of sight, and watched as Ghost fed his solid cock into your wet hole. The captain grabbed you by the hair, forcing your chin up, and with each thrust from Simon, your mouth crashed right into Price’s zipper. 

“Mm,” he sighed, “Perfect height, innit?”

With his free hand, he unbuckled the belt, pulled down his zipper, and let the button free from his pants. Then, you were face to face with his fat dick, as hard as steel and ready to be buried in your throat. 

You opened your mouth, trying to look up at your captain, but it was no use, you couldn’t see him, all you could see was the head of his cock being pressed into your lips, inch after inch of him disappearing into your mouth, making you gag. 

As Simon thrust forward, Price pulled out, and then the reverse. As you felt your pussy empty from its delightful stretch, your throat was invaded by Price’s uncut, drooling monster. You were always full, no matter what, and your brain had no idea how to prioritize your efforts. So, for the most part, you were helpless, hanging limp between the two huge men, being used by them in a cyclic, tantric rhythm, ceaselessly and towards a blinding, white-hot joy. 

Suddenly, you felt two mouths on your hanging breasts, suckling from each nipple as if you would feed them, laving at your skin relentlessly. You knew it was Gaz and Soap from the feeling of their kisses, but you couldn’t see them, so every movement was a surprise. Someone’s hand began to play in your folds, discovering the hard round body of your clit and teasing it as SImon slammed himself into you. 

You came, but it was silent. Price’s cock wouldn’t let any noise escape, but he could feel you screaming. He took a step forward, fully sheathed inside of you now, cutting off your air, making you choke roughly. Your whole body clenched down before you told it to relax, and the sound that came from Simon was a singular delight. It seemed like he was in some kind of heaven. 

“Oh, fuckin’ hell. Tha’s damn good,” Ghost hissed, “Do it again, Cap.”

Price obliged, choking you down on his cock, making your jaw stretch to its limit, burying your nose in his soft curls. You lapped at his base with your tongue, participating in the small way that you could, balancing yourself on his hips. 

“Ungh!” Price groaned, emptying his load into you. 

Simon was coming too, and you could feel the heat from both of them pooling inside of you. 

You weren’t sure whose arms you were in, but someone held you tightly, helping you stand on shaking legs, petting your face, telling you not to swallow. 

“Hm?” You tried to catch your bearings, and Soap held your face in his hands, his thumbs trying to pull your mouth open. 

“C’mon, bonnie. Open up. Show me his come, yeah? Lemme taste it.”

You were out of your mind, but you were pliant and fully drowning in your subspace, eager to obey. You opened your mouth to him, feeling him lick Price’s come out of you, sucking it off of your tongue. Then, he dropped to his knees, licking it back into your cunt, mixing it with Simon’s, eating you out and filling you up at the same time. 

Gaz was still on his knees as well, and you could feel his huge hands pull your ass cheeks apart, the tip of his strong tongue prodding at your asshole, trying to squeeze itself through the tight muscle. 

He found a way in, and you were being eaten from both sides, held upright by Soap’s strong arms. You held onto his mohawk for help, trying to steady yourself. Their mouths were so warm, and yet you shivered, the pleasure overwhelming you. 

A big thumb came and wiped more tears from your cheek, 

“Shh, pretty girl. You can take it, yeah?” 

It was John. He was comforting you, his softening cock still hanging heavy and low outside of his pants, shining from your mouth. He coached you,

“Breathe for me. Gonna come for them, aren’t you? Yeah, tha’s a good girl. Just let it happen. Shh, shh. Pretty little thing…”

“Ahhhngh!” You screamed from deep within your chest, and you knew you had squirted again, all over Soap’s face. You felt it happen. Now that Simon had primed you for it, you nearly had control, but not quite. It was like a button that was too high to press. 

“Fuck, yes, lass. You taste so fuckin’ sweet. Holy shite,” Johnny came up off the ground and held you up so that your legs were straddling him. It didn’t take much for him to stuff himself into your pussy after Simon’s work, and yet he filled you in an entirely different way. At the same time, you felt Gaz behind you, his fingers playing in your asshole, and then, his soft cockhead. 

It took Gaz much longer to get fully settled, but as Johnny fucked his dick up into you, he found a way. You felt Gaz’s wide palm wrap itself around your throat from behind, not to choke you but to hold you upright, keeping you straight even though everything in you wanted to collapse. 

“That’s it, babes. This tight little arse belongs to me, yeah? Tell us who you fuckin’ belong to.”

“You… ungh, I’m… ahhh!” You tried to speak, but it was so much easier to whimper. 

“C’mon, pretty girl,” John was back, fondling your breasts as his men fucked you in both of your holes, “You can do far better than that.”

You met his eyes, and behind the icy blue, there roared a blazing fire. Simon had come to join you on the other side of Johnny, and the same flames lay within him as well. 

“I’m yours,” you promised all four of them at once, “This baby is yours,” you heard them collectively groan at varying levels of excitement and possession, “All yours. Always.”

“Good girl,” Simon praised you before Price could, parting your lips with his fingers, the same ones he had tortured you with, and stuck them in your mouth, “Now, suck.”

You did, keeping your eyes on him as you licked your own come off of his skin, feeling Price’s beard brush against your chest, latching onto the nipple he loved to abuse, biting at it to make it stiffen. 

“Mmff-fuck,” the captain mumbled as he sucked on your skin, “I can’t wait for your milk to come in.”

“Dinnae even start. Gonnae make me come just thinkin’ about it, Cap’n,” Johnny agreed, bending his neck to suck from your other breast, imagining drinking from you. 

Simon pressed his fingers deeper down your throat, and because of Price’s earlier invasion, you took him easily, proud of yourself for not gagging, using your mouth and tongue to take Ghost’s hand as far as he wanted it to go. You could see what your performance was doing to him. His chest was rising and falling, breathing hard from the excitement. 

Gaz’s cock was now pounding into your ass with as much power as you could take, and as he increased his speed, you started to feel yourself come in a new way. The sparks were still there, but they were coming from somewhere dark and mysterious, flowing over you softly, like frothy waves of foam, ethereal and light. 

You reached back and grabbed his neck at the nape, digging your nails into his flesh, spurring him on. 

“Ungh, goddamnit,” he cried out, kissing your throat that he still held in his hand, biting you none too gently. 

“Kyle… please, I need… I need you,” you pulled your mouth away from Ghost and whispered to him, and with whatever strength he had left, he fucked his long shaft into your ass, feeling your beating pulse deep within your body. 

His mouth was right on your ear, and he whispered, 

“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming… I’m — ahngh!”

“Oh, fuck!” Soap lay his forehead on your other shoulder, and began to rut into you without any mercy, the idea of Gaz’s throbbing cock filling you up too much for him to bear. 

They held you between them, frozen in time, letting their cocks erupt inside of your warm belly, filling you with their load. As they pulled away, you heard the wet noise of their spend hitting the tile, pouring out of you in a lurid stream. You hissed from the empty feeling you were left with, and the only thing you could hold onto was the memory of the feeling. 

“You alright, love?” John asked you, petting your cheek. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got her. You lot can finish settin’ up. C’mon, love,” Ghost told them, swinging your limp body up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. 

Inside the large bathroom, you saw that they had packed all of your toiletry effects, and they were strewn about, tossed in bags, waiting to be organized. Simon sat you down on the edge of the tub and began to fill it, checking the temperature with his hand before helping you sit inside. 

The water was warm as it began to pool around you, and you had the pleasure of watching Ghost undress, preparing to join you. He was a tall man, but the tub was large, and you were eager to feel his body against yours again. 

In the bright light of the bathroom, his scars were on full display. They didn’t bother you, but they made you feel very protective. As if you had a time machine and could go back and slaughter the bastards who had made them. He caught you staring and teased you for it,

“You lookin’ for round two already, missus?”

You blushed, looking away shyly. 

“Nuh uh,” he chided, sinking into the tub behind you, “Where’s my nasty little slag who squirted for me in my kitchen, hm?”

“Si…” You played coy, snuggling back against him in the water, feeling his flesh slip against yours, just as warm. His furry belly jerked from his silent laughter against your back, and he used his huge hands to rub soap down your arms as he began to clean you. 

“Pretend all you want, love. I know the truth. You love being our filthy girl, innit that right?”

“You got me,” you sighed, letting him clean your body, feeling his hands rub you up and down, lingering on your breasts a little too long. He pulled at your nipples, soft at first and then cruelly, until you made a noise of protest. 

He teased you again, rubbing them in slow, agonizing circles, 

“You gonna let me have a taste, hm?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him over your shoulder, not understanding what he wanted at first. 

“When your milk comes in,” he used both hands to squeeze your tits, making them rise out of the water, pressing them up until they looked huge on your chest, “Bet they’re gonna be so full, so big. I read that book Johnny bought. Says your nipples might get darker. I’m ready to see that.”

“Are you sure? You might not like the way I look,” you said, testing his desire. 

“Bollocks. Dark nipples, huge tits, drippin’ milk, big swollen belly with my fuckin’ baby in it? You’re proper mad if you think that’s not what I want. Fuck, it’s all any of us can think about.”

“What else do you think about?” You asked dreamily, closing your eyes and letting him massage the soap into your breasts, squeezing them in a steady, slow pattern, comforting himself with their heavy softness.

“Think about hearin’ their laugh. About what color eyes they’ll have. Think about comin’ home to you and the lads. Christmas morning. All the wrapping paper torn up all over the floor. Think about crawlin’ into bed with you every damn night. Thinkin’ about holding them for the first time. About how much I love you.”

You opened your eyes then, looking up at him to see the truth, and when you saw how earnest he was, no longer hiding behind his snarky jokes, something in you opened. A door. Some new beginning. 

“I love you, too, Si.”

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[little-diable]

The setting sun - Dean Winchester (smut)

Writing for Dean is like therapy, simply the best. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader meet at a festival, a night that ends with Baby's windows fogged up and their exhausted bodies searching one another's closeness.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f and m), car smut

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.6k words)

Music echoed through the evening, ringing in her ears as she moved her body to it. Her friends were standing close, eyes focused on the open-air stage, singing the lyrics to the songs they had all listened to for the past months. The sun was close to setting, drenching the sky in a pale orange-pink mixture, adding to the calm atmosphere. 

“We’ll grab some more drinks, do you want to wait here for us?” Katy, one of her friends, turned towards (y/n), shooting her a tipsy grin that left them all chuckling. (Y/n) nodded her head as she watched her friends leave, allowing herself to relax for a few moments. She loved being around them and was grateful that they managed to lure her out of her comfort zone every now and then, but nevertheless, she needed some calmer moments to herself. 

(Y/n)’s eyes found their way back towards the stage, she lifted her sunglasses to let the warm breeze stroke her features. For a moment or two, her eyes fluttered close, deeply exhaling to let go of the tension sticking to her whenever she was surrounded by a crowd this big. 

But before (y/n) could even begin to understand what was happening, she felt herself stumbling, pushed from her spot by the broad frame of a man. She needed a second to collect herself, ready to stand up for herself, but as her eyes met his green apologetic ones, (y/n) forgot the words she had prepared to speak. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?” His concerned voice wrapped itself around her, smooth like the whisky she had poured down her throat a while ago, yet stronger than the alcohol still buzzing through her veins. 

“Yeah, it's alright.” The smile she shot him managed to make one grow on his lips. They kept holding eye contact, allowing (y/n) to take in his handsome features. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks, a perfect match to the eyes filled with a colour so rich, (y/n) was sure he had stored the universe’s every secret in them. 

“What’s your name?” She found herself pressed closer to him as a group pushed past them, momentarily looking at them as his hand found her waist, seemingly trying to stabilise her. His hand felt warm against her shirt, managing to burn through the fabric as if he were the rising sun, set on guiding her through her day. 

“(Y/n), yours?" Not once had she felt such a pull deep inside of her, not daring to move away from the man who had undoubtedly spoken some kind of spell to keep her mesmerized by him. His thumb softly stroked the fabric of her shirt, a movement that would have normally managed to rip her out of her trance, not daring to be touched like this by a stranger. But with him it was different, with him it was everything she didn’t know she had craved.

“Dean.” Neither of them managed to break eye contact, no longer able to listen to the music filling the air, no longer able to concentrate on the people surrounding them. “Are you here on your own?”

“No, I came with some friends, they left to get some more drinks.” She finally managed to rip herself out of their intense eye contact, looking around to watch her friends approach with a tall stranger in tow. “There they are.” 

“Seems like they found my brother, Sam.” 

……

“Normally I wouldn’t do this.” Her whispers turned into a moan halfway through, eyes fluttering close as she was pressed against the leather seat of Dean’s car. 

“What? Let a stranger fuck you in the backseat of his car?” Dean’s words were murmured against her naked chest, lips kissing their way down her stomach. (Y/n) could barely remember how they had ended up here, with Dean hovering over her, with the darkness swallowing them wholly. She could only remember how he had lured her away from the group, watching one of her friends get lost in a kiss with Sam, giving Dean and (y/n) the chance to bail on them for a while. 

“Well, yeah.” Both chuckled in unison as her breathy reply left her. Dean’s skilled fingers undid the buttons of her trousers, tapping her waist to wordlessly ask (y/n) to raise her hips. The groan clawing through him left her shuddering, fighting against the need to press her thighs together. 

“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.” Dean’s raspy voice drew a moan from her parted lips. (Y/n)’s eyes rolled back into her head as his warm breath clashed against her arousal-covered folds, making goosebumps rise on her skin. She arched her back off the leather seat as Dean ate her out, sucking on her pulsing bundle while fucking her with two fingers curled against her sweet spot. 

Dean knew what he was doing, he knew how to touch (y/n) for her to see stars, and yet she was aching for more, needing to feel her lips wrapped around his cock. With another shaky exhale leaving her, she gently pushed Dean away to sit back up. 

“My turn.” She didn’t need to speak another word – with a grin that could make God blush glued to his lips, Dean shifted around to lean against the door, while freeing his cock. Her tongue ran along her lower lip in excitement, studying the handsome man she was about to go down on, finally able to map out his body. 

“Go on.” His hand found her hair as she positioned herself, tongue darting out to lick his precum-covered tip. (Y/n)’s glassy eyes flickered up to meet Dean’s, getting lost in the richest green she had ever been fortunate enough to see. There was something to Dean she couldn’t pinpoint, something that left her confused and intrigued at once. But no matter what it was, she wanted to be close to him, wanted him to feel the same excitement she was held hostage by. 

“Open up, you can take more, can’t you, baby?" Dean’s words rang in (y/n)’s ears as she swallowed more of him, choking around him with tears dripping from her eyes. It was messy, exactly what Dean had been desperate for, needing to feel her eager mouth around his cock, pushing him closer to the edge before he’d fuck her. “Look at you, so eager for my cock. I can’t wait to see your cunt taking my cock.” 

(Y/n) moaned around him at his promises, walls clenching around nothing. His words seemed to urge both of them on, making Dean pull her off his cock to shift her around once again. No words were spoken between them as Dean reached for a condom, staring down at (y/n) with excitement swimming in his pupils. 

“Let me.” (Y/n) took the condom from him to roll it down his length, squeezing him once again before plopping back down on the seat. Dean dipped his head down to kiss her, while aligning himself with her tightness, slowly pushing into her. Moans clawed through them at the new sensation, sounds that wordlessly managed to communicate their longings, the need to be close to one another even though they only met a few hours ago. 

“Dean,” she choked on his name. “Don’t hold back, fuck me, please.”

His raspy chuckles filled the already fogged-up Impala, allowing him to add more speed to his thrusts, set on burying himself deep inside of her. Lust was swimming in both their eyes, a longing so addicting, that both feared they’d lose themselves in it. It was calling for them, luring them into its dark trap that would keep the two connected for longer than planned. 

Hours ago both had begun to realise that tonight wouldn’t end with a simple fuck, this was something more, something keeping them connected for months on end. Perhaps even years.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart, let me hear you.” His thrusts met that spot again, making black spots appear in her vision while her hand was pressed against the foggy window of Baby, leaving her handprint on the glass. Having Dean buried deep inside of her felt even better than she had imagined, leaving her skin to tingle whenever his lips met hers, making goosebumps arise whenever his hand tightened its grip on her frame. 

Their moans mixed, forming sinful sounds both would dream of for nights on end. Dean’s forehead fell against (y/n)’s as her walls clenched around him once again, telling him that she was close, ready to cum around his cock. With clashing teeth and tangled tongues, (y/n) was pushed over the edge, moaning into his mouth as her orgasm clashed through her. 

(Y/n)’s trembling hand found Dean’s neck, letting her fingernails claw at his skin while Dean searched his high, trembling on top of her as he came moments later. Both were heavily panting, clinging to one another like rafts sailing through the rough ocean without any destination in mind, knowing they could only cling to one another. 

“That was incredible.” (Y/n)’s chuckles left Dean smirking. He pulled out of her before he kissed her again, cupping her cheek with his big hand. They held contact as he stared down at her, pondering over his words before he cleared his throat. 

“Come with Sam and me. I don’t want to let go of you, sweetheart.”

[adventuringblind]

Baby Daddy

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Smut

Request: Yes and I did this happily because it came from the best (Would have been happy either way but that just makes it better)

summary: Charles and Max decided to see who can get reader knocked up first.

Warnings: Breeding kink, PinV, vomiting, double penetration, teasing, praising+degrading

Notes: The author liked this one. The author will now be jumping in holy water.

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She wasn’t sure how the conversation started. She knew both boys wanted to start a family, and she was in the height of a baby fever that she can’t escape from. So, asking about it made sense.

Not that they were mad. Of course not. They just couldn’t decided who would be the one to be the biological father.

“I think we should make it a competition.” Max’s smug face makes her pale. It’s never a good sign when he brings up that word.

“Winner gets to choose the order of out last names.” Charles demands. Another argument they’d been having recently.

“What about me?! I’m the one who’s carrying the baby!”

“You can choose where yours goes no matter who wins.”

“Sounds fair to me.” She smiles with satisfaction. At least she knows there is an ungodly amount of good sex coming her way.

~

Three months of trying. She was sore after every race. not for the reasons of her lovers. But because of what they to do her. their competitive spits had yet to falter. Much to her benefit and pleasure.

Six months of trying and she was starting to lose confidence in herself. Her doctor said she’s fine, but it doesn’t stop the stupid thoughts because all three of them want this entirely to much.

A year and she’s given up on thinking about it. They are obviously still trying, but it’s not something that she talks about much anymore. She knows that it takes longer for some and she’s okay with that. She just avoids the subject as much as possible.

~

The night Max wins his second championship title is about how’d you expect it to be. Except for the part where him and Charles are in the corner with the tiniest bit of alcohol in their drinks.

They eye her in that stupid dress she knows they love, dancing rather suggestively with Kika and Lily. She’d been staying away from alcohol as of late so they know she’s not even close to tipsy. Yet the look on her face as she dances could make anyone think she was.

‘I think we should get out of here before we do something stupid.” Suggests Charles without breaking his gaze.

“Like what?”

“Take here right here and now.”

The boys startle her as they drag her away from her friends. She hardly even registers they are in the car going to the hotel. “Did I do something wrong?” The sincerity in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed.

Max leans down to whisper in her ear. “Just thinking about getting this dress off of you."

Charles runs his fingers along her thighs, causing her to shiver. His mouth finds the crook of her neck and lays gentle kisses down to her collar bone.

She feels for the taxi driver. The poor man is subjected to whatever is happening in his back seat.

"Gonna take you home and put a baby in you." The Monegasque moans into her skin. It was making her feel in a way that had her squeezing her legs together.

They continued riling her up the entire way back to their hotel room. Even getting hands in the elevator and in the hall, which was thankfully empty.

Max gets the door to the room open. Then, the two males waste no time litterally ripping the dress off of her. Her clothes are gone in seconds.

Their hands are everywhere she doesn't want them. She's left squirming beneath their hold. Pinned to the bed in a way that leaves her more vulnerable. Every peice of herself exposed to them.

And they know exactly what they're doing.

Max runs a single finger over her slit. "Look, Charlie, I think she wanted this."

"Already so wet for us chéri." Charles moves from where he was attacking her neck down to her tits and attacks them instead. His tongue doing a number on the sensitive area.

Max slips a finger inside of her. To slow for her liking. She tries to buck her hips to get more friction only for Max's unoccupied hand to put more wait on her hips. "This is what you get for teasing us in that dress."

"Mm Maxy, think about how she'd look in the dress all swollen with our child." Charles hands barey touch her stomach, and yet it still has her back arching.

Max jumps off of her and is immediately pulling Charles up with him. He gives her a pointed look and tells her to stay.

And then their hands explore each other. Peeling each piece of clothing off the other in record time.

"If you're trying to get me to cum now to you have an advantage, it's nit going to work." Charles says as Max rolls his eyes and stops any movement he was making.

"I have an idea." Max mumbles.

"That's never a good sign."

"Well fine! I guess you don't want to hear how we could make this even."

The female looks between the two bickering and is interested in what he has to say. But also scared. Scared the she won't be able to walk for a week.

And she's right because soon enough, she is lying back against Charles with his cock inside of her. She can't stop moaning as Max leans over the top of them.

Even. She officially hates that word. And yet here she is being turned on by the fact that both boys will be inside her at the same time. Fingers crossed, they don't rip her open in the process.

"You sure you wanna try this?" Max looks at her for approval, and even with her initial fear, she knows they would never hurt her.

"Just go slow, please."

Max starts slow. Charles bites into her shoulder at the friction of her and Max. She can feel all of his muscles tensing underneath her as Max takes his sweet time pushing into her.

It hurts. She knows it won't in a couple of minutes. But right now, the stretch if it all burns like white hot fire.

When both are in her, they take care to help her relax until her body adjusts to the size. They wipe away her tears as she sinks into their hold.

"So good for us, amour. Taking both of us so beautifully." Charles exhales a breathy moan as if to further prove his point.

"Fuck schat, you look so pretty taking us so well."

And then everything went fuzzy. The friction of the two males was too much. Moving in and out in tandem; perfectly in sync with each other. Her thoughts seemed to be replaced only with them. Their breathing, the sounds, the feeling of skin on skin.

"Dobyou want it, schat? You want us to put a baby in you?"

She can't actually speak properly, but there is definitely a yes that can be heard in her moans.

Their praises are only pushing her closer to her breaking point. "I'm- please- I can't."

She doesn't even have time to warn them. She can't warn them. She can't hear them either. Her nails are buried in their skin.

They spill into her simultaneously. Their bodies are perfectly connected with each other. It feels overwhelming and terribly beautiful. The feeling of them spilling inside of her at the same time.

When they come down from the high is the hard part. Max slides out first, and Charles follows, slowly and gently. They collapse in a heap of exhaustion. The emotional tie and physical tie completely took their energy.

"Do you think maybe this time...?" She trails. Her question weighs on them.

"In time, mon amour. We'll still be here even if it's not."

~

Summer break is a time to recuperate. The three of you are on summer vacation, spending time together on the beach.

That night had been a month a half ago. The female had yet to realize she was late to her cycle. Opting to ignore it and assume she's just messed up for some reason.

The second to last morning of their trip, she woke up feeling absolutely terrible.

She snuck out of bed as quickly as she could without waking the boys who are much heavier sleepers than her anyway.

The nausea feeling was overpowering, and it didn't matter how stealthy she was. They woke up to the sound of her spilling the contents of her stomach.

And then every day after the the point everyone is concerned.

Two months and still no period, she finds herself at the doctors. The boys are back to racing, but with her state, she decided to stay in Monaco.

A decision she was now regretting while having the test from the doctor in her hands.

She is definitely pregnant this time. The paper in her hands says it clear as day.

It is only Friday. She has time to get out to the race to surprise them. And with that idea floating in her head, she calls Pascale.

~

Her and Pascale arrived to the track fifteen minutes into the race. The older woman is making a fuss over her as she tries to jog to the redbull garage. She was in Ferrari last time, and Redbull is closer to her anyway.

Pascale shakes her head as she watches the female slip into hospitality.

~

Max and Charles both made podium. She was absolutely ecstatic and even more so that Christian helped her get to where they would park.

They didn't notice her at first, even doing a double take at her and then each other. Then, with their helmets off, they ran to great her.

Their smiles were so big that she thought they might fall off.

They both attempted to embrace her through the divider, and she was able to slip her test results into the hand of Charles.

They looked at her skeptically before once again, having to leave her.

It wasn't until the cooldown room that they had a chance to look. Charles tentatively unfolds the paper and holds it out on front of him and Max.

The cameras got a lovely picture of the two hugging very tightly despite being 'rivals', and the happy tears from Charles could be made out even through the sweat.

Did it have people looking at the scene a little funny? Yes. She could hear the gasps of disapproval, but she didn't care. The teams know already and gave them the go-ahead over a year ago to make the relationship public.

She watches them with love and adoration.

~

"Definitely mine."

"No way! The baby will look like me!"

She rolls her eyes at the two. "Does it matter?" They look at her with mouths agape.

She is actively holding the paper that determines who wins. The paper that will tell them who the biological father is.

And she rips it.

Because no matter what, they are a family. The boys are looking at her endearingly despite the fact that she just took away their results. Because it doesn't matter. They are making their own little family and they couldn't be happier.

So, the argument of the last name order continues one.

[redroomreflections]

Silver Lining

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Natasha dies, Wanda helps reader with raising her baby. They didn't know they would fall in love

W/c: 4.2k

Ellie needs diapers.

It’s a simple text. A message you’re used to these days. It’s straightforward and to the point. Ellie needs diapers. Though there’s no other meaning behind the simple sentence it's a bit unsettling. You stare at the message watching as the text bubble for typing appears. You wait with a finger over your cursor for the sender to say something else. Just as quick as it appeared it leaves your screen.

Are you okay?

You want to send it back. You quickly delete the message and tuck the phone into your pocket. Guess you’ll be going to get diapers. You start the engine of your car, glancing to the bar in front of you, before pulling out of the parking lot. Wanda’s been weird lately. Distant.Cold. a little testy. You have a bit of an inkling of what it could be but your mind won’t let you go there. You’ve just come from a pretty awesome late-night dinner with your coworker, Danny. It’s the second time she’s asked you out and you accepted. It’s about time you hang out with someone other than Ellie these days. Not that Wanda isn’t a good company but You’d be an idiot to say no. Danny is kind, sweet, smart, and so damn sexy. She’s tall, runway model tall, with legs that never seemed to end. Most of all she listened. She’s the only one in the office that understands a bit of what you’ve been through so you go to her for things. It was only a matter of time for your relationship to progress. Right?

You can’t help the deep-seated guilt at leaving Wanda in the dark. She takes care of Ellie as if she’s her own. She helps whenever you need it and despite her own grief and pain, she’s always there for you. This is why you are unsure of her recent behavior. It must be something you did. Maybe she’s not comfortable with you leaving her with Ellie to go on dates? If so you’d be happy to find a babysitter to relieve her. Was she upset that you forgot to put the laundry in the dryer? Did you forget her birthday? No, that can’t be it. Wanda was so gracious and plentiful with her forgiveness. Which is why you are so confused.

The only thing open right now is the 24 hour CVS. Simple enough. You step into the store with a purpose. You find the baby aisle with ease. You’ve been here plenty of times before. The Honest Company brand is the first you spot. You’re not too keen on being loyal to a specific brand but Wanda always insists that it’s really good. You grab a pack of diapers in Ellie’s size and tuck it under your arms. You pull out your phone again to check if Wanda has messaged about anything else. You’re the only one in the store beside the cashier so you’re not in much of a rush. You step around to the second aisle where there are trashy magazines and other assortments of books on display. You grab a crossword puzzle book for you and Wanda to finish together. Maybe then she’ll tell you what’s been on her mind. You make your way to the front where you spot her favorite candy. You’re not intentionally trying to make her feel better, you technically haven’t done anything wrong, and yet you can’t help but feel that you need to make things right with her. You grab the turtle's candy from the shelf and hand it to the cashier. She bags with boredom ready to clock out of work herself. You give her thanks before taking the items and leaving the store.

It doesn’t take long for you to get home. You sit in the driveway with the lights off for a minute. You’re looking up at the house. It’s beautiful. Two-story, brick, a white picket fence. It’s everything you’ve wanted in a home. Everything Natasha wanted. It’s been a little over a year since she’s died. A little longer than that since you’ve seen her face. Ellie never got to meet her. You were eight months pregnant when Natasha and the rest of the team decided to do the mission to reverse what Thanos messed up. Your wife, a natural leader and a true hero sacrificed her own life for the greater good. Natasha was always good. Which is why you resent her so much. In her haste to save the rest of the world she left you with a baby who would never know her name, never know her smile, and never feel her arms around them.

A life you planned together was over before you could start it. You’re here with the house that you chose together and sometimes you can’t make yourself go in. It hurts to see Ellie smile and laugh knowing Natasha would never get to see that. It’s a silhouette in the front window that breaks you from your thoughts. Wanda seems to be cleaning. She hasn’t closed the curtains which you have to remind her to do often. She moved in after you had given birth to Ellie. She was no longer Avenging. She wanted something else for herself. Wanda is your rock and you’re incredibly thankful for everything she does for you and Ellie. Suddenly, as if she senses you’re home, she turns to the window to peer out. She finds you easily and gives you a small wave. You wave back.

You unbuckle your seat belt and grab your items from CVS along with your briefcase. You take slow steps up the walkway. Wanda’s planted new flowers in the garden. They’re beautiful. She opens the front door for you and takes your briefcase just as she does every day.

You plant a kiss on her cheek in hello before stepping over to allow her to close the door. Briefly you think about how domestic the greeting is. She’s your best friend. It’s always been like this.

“Hey,” Wanda greets. She rubs her arms to warm herself. It’s the middle of August. It’s not too warm but Wanda always seems to be freezing. “How was work?”

“Work was work,” You shrug. Wanda lowers her hands to take the diapers. She places them on the front steps. “I need a long vacation. What do you say about taking Ellie to Montana or something?”

“Montana?” Wanda questions. She raises a brow.

“I know there’s nothing there but that’s the point.” You say. You follow her into the kitchen. Wanda rolls up her sleeves to get started on cleaning Ellie’s dishes. She’s sleeping by now with it being way past her bedtime. The eleven-month-old is full of energy. You find yourself missing her whenever you’re away. “How was she today?”

“She was great. She has another tooth coming in so she was a bit fussy before bedtime but a bath and a song fixed all of that.” Wanda scrubs a bottle with care and precision.

“How were you today?”

She pauses to look up at you. “I’m fine.” She drops her head back to the dishes.

“Her first birthday is soon,” Wanda begins another conversation.

“Yes, I can’t believe it,” You smile. “I think we should have a small party. Nothing too flashy. Danny thinks we should do a princess theme. I’ll probably ask her to plan it since she’s good with those things.” There it is. Wanda’s frown appears and she doesn’t try to hide it this time. “Is that not a good idea?” You lean against the counter to wait for her answer.

“No, no, it’s a great idea.” Wanda shakes her head. “I was just thinking that we would plan that together. Danny doesn’t know Ellie. I mean she’s never met her and you’re not dating.” Oh. There it is. She’s upset about you spending time with Danny.

“We can plan it together.” You placate her. “I didn’t think you would want to considering you’re already so generous with your time.”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to.” Wanda sets the last cup aside. “Ellie has been the highlight of my life for a while now. I can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t want to help with such a milestone.”

“Okay then, we can plan it next week.” Wanda nods.

“I brought these.” You hold up the bag with the crossword puzzle and candy. Wanda eyes it before rolling her eyes.

“I’m going to have cavities because of you.” There’s no real malice in her tone. You grin before shaking the bag.

“Go change and I’ll make us tea.” Wanda takes the bag before waving you off. You plant another kiss on her cheek before running up the stairs to your bedroom. You make a pit stop at Ellie’s bedroom. Her door is cracked and the light from her night light castes the room in a light blue glow. You push it open gently. You tiptoe over to the bed where you take a second to look at her. She’s on her stomach with her hand resting near her face. Her favorite plushie, Boris the monkey, is inches away. You’re sure she fell asleep with it in her arms.

Sometimes you wonder how life with Natasha would be. How different would it be raising Ellie together? If you let yourself think too long you’ll become depressed. Natasha was the love of your life and you’d probably never be over her death. Does one ever get over that? Looking at Ellie, you’re constantly reminded of how much is being missed. You reach down to brush a hand over her head. You lean to press a kiss to her head. She twitches in her sleep before settling again.

You leave the room, closing the door behind you, before making your way to your bedroom. Deciding that a quick shower would feel amazing you step into the bathroom with that purpose. You don’t even bat an eye at Wanda’s towel resting beside yours. You take your time in the shower, allowing all of your stressors to melt away, before stepping out feeling refreshed. Wanda would be ready with the tea by now. You quickly dress and make your way downstairs to meet her in the living room. She’s already tucked under a throw blanket and she’s added a cardigan to her outfit.

“It’s amazing how you’re always so cold,” You say before joining her under the blanket. She adjusts it so that it’s covering both of your legs.

“If you kept the house at a reasonable temperature maybe I wouldn’t be.” She quips. She takes a sip of her tea before setting it on the coffee table. She grabs a pen and the crossword puzzle. She doesn’t hesitate to lean further into you so that you both can see the page. Despite her being cold, her warmth is comforting. She smells amazing. Clean. It sounds weird but it’s Wanda.

“Okay this one is literary lingo,” Wanda begins. She tucks the pen against her bottom lip as she reads across the page. “Two across says an exaggerated statement not to be taken literally.” She glances to you for help before turning back to the page.

“Hyperbole.” You answer. Piece of cake. She scribbles the answer onto the page before going to the next question. This is how much of the night goes until you finish the entire page. Wanda sets the book down in triumph. She picks up the turtle’s package and rips open the paper. She hands you one before biting into one herself. The candy is sticky and tough but delicious.

“Have you been back to the compound recently?” She asks you.

“Not really, I can’t bring myself to.” You shake your head. Going back there would only remind you of Natasha and Vision. She nods her head. She feels that way too. She chews before swallowing thickly.

“I think I want to start volunteering somewhere,” She says and you sit up a bit straighter in interest. Wanda adjusts herself so that she’s fully facing you. “I know I spend a lot of time with Ellie and I love her but I need some adult human interaction.”

“Wanda, if it’s too much please tell me, I can bring her to work with me some days and-”

“No,” She cuts you off. “It’s not that. I just want to do something good. I want to help other orphans maybe. Growing up in Sokovia without parents and then joined Hydra. I know it probably won’t be as dramatic here in America but I want to help them onto the right path. Whether with homework or reading.” Wanda’s hands move excitedly as she speaks. She’s passionate about this and you can’t help but smile seeing her so happy. She notices your look and smiles back. “What?”

“You’re a good person, Wanda Maximoff.” You reply. Her smile widens. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear.

“Thank you, y/n. I think you’re pretty good too.” She grins cheekily. “So you think I should do it?”

“I think you should. I can get Steve or Peter and MJ to watch Ellie and I’ll come with you some days.” You suggest. NYC is only a train away so you figure it won’t be too bad.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod. Suddenly your arms are full of Wanda as she hugs you in gratitude. You think you're a bit touch-deprived as the feeling of Wanda in your arms is heaven-like.

“You’re the best.” Wanda smiles as she pulls back. “Are you too tired for a show?” She tilts her head towards the tv.

“No, put it on.” You watch as she grabs the remote, settling into your side again, as she finds her favorite episode of BEWITCHED.

**************************

The next few days are weekend days so you and Wanda attend a play date with another mom from the neighborhood. Her son, Tyler, is a month older than Ellie and they’re still a bit young for any real play but it’s more of a social thing. Tyler’s mom, Terry, is serving you and Wanda finger food as she talks about a new committee that’s happening in the neighborhood. They want to plan events for the coming year.

“I know things are hectic but it may be fun,” Terry shrugs as she sits across from you. “Mike probably won’t enjoy it but I’d figure us wives will.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Gives us something to do being stay-at-home moms.” This time she looks to Wanda. You don’t bother to correct her. This wouldn’t be the first time someone mistook you two for a couple since moving here.

Wanda nods, she might be considering the idea. You don’t think it sounds bad either. You’re just about to ask Terry about the type of events when Ellie crawls over to you with a toy block in one of her hands. She uses your knees to stand on her own feet. Her eyes are wide and trusting as she shows off the toy.

“It’s so nice,” You feign interest. You wonder if this is like a parent requirement. To give praise or encouragement to something your child wants to show you.

“Mama!” Ellie pushes the toy into Wanda’s lap. There’s a gasp but you can’t quite tell who it’s from. Wanda looks to you for the next step. “Mama!” Ellie is insistent as she pushes the toy further into Wanda’s lap.

“Go ahead, Mama.” You find your voice. You emphasize the title with a gesture to Ellie. Wanda swallows thickly before nodding. She looks down at Ellie before pulling her into her lap. The slipup was forgotten as she inspects the toy and puts on a voice for the toddler.

“Is this her first time saying it?” Terry asks with a smile noting your reactions.

“It’s the first time she’s directed it towards either of us.” You inform her. It’s true. Ellie has said Mama before in passing but she was never so indicative about whom she was talking to. Seeing her direct it to Wanda was startling but heartwarming. It brings tears to your eyes. Seeing the other woman respond and play with Ellie with such care. Wanda looks over to you with a smile before turning her attention back to Ellie.

Whoa. What was that you’re feeling? Butterflies. You haven't felt those in a while. Suddenly you feel as if you’re suffocating. The room feels smaller and you need space. You stand, excusing yourself from the room, to find a bathroom. You go to the one Terry directs you to. Wanda watches as you leave with a frown. Did something happen? You push the door closed leaning your head against it as you take harsh, breaths.

Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. Your best friend. You’re in love with her. It’s a thought that makes you want to puke. You don’t know how it has happened or when it’s happened but suddenly all of your feelings make sense. How happy you are to see her. Even on your date with Danny, all you could think about was Wanda. Coming home to Wanda. Spending time with Wanda. Kissing Wanda. Making love to her.

You gasp. This can’t be. You shake your head hoping it will rid you of the thoughts. Wanda lost the love of her life. You lost yours. It could be nothing more than what it was. She probably didn’t even feel the same way.

Life is crazy.

The car ride home is ridden in silence. Ellie has fallen asleep after the playdate. You glance at Wanda every few minutes. You don’t realize she’s looking at you too. You park in the driveway, helping her with Ellie’s bag when your hand brushes against hers. You pull away hiding the effect it has on you as you walk into the house. You put Ellie to bed on your own while Wanda does god knows what downstairs. You take your time dressing in a t-shirt and shorts before sitting on the bottom step to tie your shoes.

Wanda steps into the foyer to ask where you’re going. You both only just got home. She didn’t know you had plans to do anything.

“For a run,” This surprises her even further. You don’t like running. You despise it and yet here you are gearing up to run.

“You hate running,” Wanda points out. “In fact, the last time Steve suggested you run you told him you would rather have crows poke your eyes out and eat them for breakfast.”

Damn. You did say that.

“I’m trying something different,” You shrug. You stand to stretch before heading for the front door.

Wanda follows after you. Before you turn the knob she calls out to you.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” You pause and turn back to her.

“Overstep? Why would you think that?” You question her.

“Well, Ellie called me Mama and I know that’s what she would have called Nat. I’m not her mother.” Wanda folds her arms under her chest. A nervous move. “I thought you might be uncomfortable with that.”

“No, Wanda, that’s not it at all,” You assure her. “I’m so happy that Ellie views you as her Mama. There’s no one I would rather have that title. You are her Mama.” Wanda nods with tears in her eyes. Maybe she’s wanted that without really knowing. You find yourself wanting to kiss her tears away. Again. Whoa.

“Okay,” She gives you a small smile. “Have fun on your run.” She tells you and you nod. She watches you exit the front door. You do a few final stretches before you plug your headphones into your ear. Guess it was time to run.

It’s been two hours the next time you walk through the front door. The lights off save for the foyer. You kick off your shoes, rubbing your forehead with your sweaty shirt before you make your way upstairs. Wanda must be asleep. You check on Ellie as you do every night. She’s sound asleep. You hop into the shower and allow yourself to stand under the scalding hot water. You’re going to regret running so much in the morning. Your thoughts are riddled with Wanda as you shower, when you dry off, and when you dress. You can’t stop thinking of her. You don’t know what prompts you to do it but you suddenly find yourself in front of her bedroom door. Her lights are off but you knock anyway. No answer.

You twist the knob to find the door unlocked. You open the door and call her. She’s on her side facing away from the door. Her posture is a bit stiff.

“Wanda?” You question.

“Yeah?” She whispers into the darkness. She turns over just as you climb into the bed. You’re under the covers now and briefly you think about how comfortable her bed is. You can see her through the light emanating from her window. Her cheeks are stained with dry tear tracks. She’s been crying. “Y/n?” She tries to hide the shake in her voice as you look at her. It’s now or never.

Your eyes fly down to her lips then back to her eyes. You lift a hand to caress her cheek as you lean to plant a chaste kiss against her lips. She gasps, quickly recovering, before kissing you back. You pull back keeping your eyes closed. If you open them to her being angry with you, you don’t know if you’ll forgive yourself.

“Y/n,” Wanda asks.

“Wanda,” You whimper.

“Open your eyes, Malysh.” She raises her hand to rub her thumb against your hand still caressing your face. She takes hold of it before lowering it to lie on the covers between you. She never let's go. You open your eyes slowly to find nothing that you were afraid of.

“I wasn’t mad that Ellie called you Mama,” You repeat your sentiment from earlier. “I was confused. Her calling you Mama made me realize a few things.” Wanda listens. “You’ve been here through it all and yet I’ve never seen you for you until now. My selfless, sweet, Wanda.” You don’t know what you’re saying at this point. All you know is you want Wanda to know how much she means to you.

“I feel the same,” She doesn’t need to you say the words. She knows.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize all of this time what was right in front of me,” You frown. “I can’t believe how long I wanted to kiss you and I didn’t see it as anything other than platonic.”

“I realized a couple of weeks ago.” You lift your head to rest on your elbows. “When you went out with Danny for the first time. I couldn’t figure out why I was so angry about it. Then I knew why. I wanted it to be me.”

“Wanda, why didn’t you say something?” You ask. “If I knew I wouldn’t have gone out with her.”

“I didn’t want to stand in the way of you finding love again,” Wanda shrugs.

“I don’t love Danny,”

“But you could,” Wanda points out.

“No, I couldn’t.” You say firmly. “Not when I love you.” It’s the first time you’re verbalizing this. “Don’t be a martyr when it comes to your heart, Wanda. Even with me.” You squeeze her hand. “It took me some time but I want you.”

“How do you know that after only a couple of hours?” She asks.

“It hasn’t been a couple of hours,” You shoot back. “It’s been months. The late nights with Ellie. The dinners we have. Our crossword nights. I enjoy them. I look forward to them. We’ve been spending a life together without us even realizing it. I want more with you. If you want it too.”

Wanda surges forward pushing you onto your back as she kisses you with a passion that has you moaning against her lips. The weight of her on top of you is pure bliss. All you can think, feel, and smell is Wanda. Reluctantly she pulls back to take in a deep breath.

“I want it too.” She doesn’t wait for you to answer as she kisses you again.

Five years later

“Mama, Mama, we got ice cream.” Ellie races across the park with your golden retriever, Max, in tow. She’s hanging onto the leash very loosely as she waves around the popsicles she has in her hand. Wanda looks up from her book to inspect the items as Ellie pushes them into her hands. You’re a few feet behind watching as Wanda interacts with the little girl.

“Do you think the baby likes fudgesicles?” Ellie asks as she drops down on the picnic blanket.

“I don’t know, Kiddo, you have to ask him.” You say as you sit next to Max. You watch with pure adoration as Ellie takes it upon herself to lift Wanda’s shirt to expose her swollen belly. Wanda looks over to you with amusement in her eyes.

“Hi baby brother or sister,” Ellie begins. “Mommy told me to ask you if you like Fudgesicles. I bought some for you.” Ellie waits as if she’s truly expecting an answer. “Baby says yes.” She looks up at Wanda for confirmation. Wanda takes the Fudgesicle with gratitude as she licks into it.

“I think baby made a good choice,” Wanda grins. She runs her free hands over Ellie’s brown ringlets to smooth it down a bit.

“Me too,” Ellie says in between licks.

“I think I made a good choice,” You say and Wanda nods. Her too.

[anonymooseforever007]

Wanna Buy You A Drink

(Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: It's been five months since Bob's seen his wife, and aside from Natasha he had yet to mention her to his team. He calls it privacy, she jokes it's internalised possessiveness. But tonight, with Penny's help at the Hard Deck, more than one person is in for a surprise. After all, who doesn't love a good innuendo?

A/N- Hi y'all! No TWs I think, a good few innuendos and one joke about making babies but nothing actually happens. I've been trying to finish this one for a while and am very happy with how it turned out! P.S incase y'all didn't know the Thunderbirds are the US Air Force's professional flight team that does really amazing tricks and skills and the Blue Angels are the ones for the US Navy! Both groups are so amazing to see in person and I just wanted to make a little Navy Vs. Air Force rivalry joke about them!😊 Enjoy❤️

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He didn't know you were coming.... or so soon at least.

The last time you had spoken to your husband was a few days ago while trying to find a flight to San Diego for next month. The two of you had texted of course, and you had even gotten a few awkwardly taken selfies of the man with the sunset behind him. Neither you nor your husband enjoyed having your photo taken, so seeing him take time to step out of his usual comfort zone was always touching. Besides, you would never tell him (nor would he tell you), but there was a growing album in your phone of sneakily taken photos, though blanket holes or around house walls when the other wasn't looking. These little albums you each had "hidden" helped the burden of the distance seem less harsh, especially in the times when Bob's job kept him farther way than usual.

Despite the top secret mission he had been sent on being completed, your husband was still assigned to say in the city for an undetermined amount of time. Evidently the higher ups decided they liked how well the crew had flown and wanted to keep them together. Tired of being alone and wanting to have a little fun in the Sunny City, you decided to make an early appearance. Luckily, you had already managed to find a job in the city that was just a different branch of where you worked before. They were also kind enough to give you a two weeks leave of your own to make the move and see your husband. Your husband knew you would to join at some point, only he thought you wouldn't be getting in until late next month. So he would be very surprised in a few hours when he found you at one of the navy's top aviator hangouts that night.

It was a bar called the Hard Deck. You remembered your husband mentioning it a few times through your communications, as where him and his fellow officers liked to go after a long day. A quick google search rendered a fruitful find, and ten minutes after getting your rental car, you were on your way. It barely 5:30 by the time your reached the bar, Aviators and Civilians alike had just begun to pour through the bar doors. But by 6:00 you were sure the place would be packed. So you quickly searched for a seat, always rubbing your right thumb over your left wrist to calm your nerves. 

In the centre of the building, a beautiful older beautiful woman moved around the main bar serving drinks with ease. 'Penny' you though to yourself, remembering Bob mentioning her a few times when the bar came up. Apparently in addition to running the bar she also had close connections to the the Top Gun program herself, namely with a certain Captain who helped lead the last Mission. You smiled to yourself as you saw the sign by the bar serving a warning to those who would disrespect women or the navy. Maybe this woman could help you with your fun. When it became your turn to order you smiled at Penny...

"Hi! I was actually hoping I could send a drink to someone else if that would be alright?"

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Bob was tired. There was no particular reason why he was tired today, he just was. Training had gone smoothly and Hangman hadn't been too much of an pain either. All and All, today had actually been one of the least stressful days since he first arrived nearly five months ago. But for some reason Bob just felt off today, he chalked it up to having not spoken to you in a few days. Speaking to you always made him feel better, even when it was only for a few minutes. And having not seen you in person for five months made him long for something from you even more.

But these last few days had been busy, and then earlier today he had tried calling, but it hadn't gone through. This didn't worry him too much as he knew you occasionally turned your phone off during days when you really needed to focus on work. Though it was unusual for you to be working so late, seeing as your time zone was a few hours ahead of his and he called at 4:30 his time. Since the call didn't go though he decide that the "secret" photo album he had of you would have to suffice for now. Neither of you liked having your photo taken, but quick images taken half under the counter and while one slept always made the other smile.

He had been so busy looking at photos he almost didn't notice the group's nightly arrival to the Hard Deck until Phoenix nudged him. Giving him that half secret smile showing she knew what he was looking at. While the rest of the group (and even Maverick to a degree) thought Bob was incapable of talking to a woman without stuttering, Tasha knew otherwise. Bob hadn't even tried to hide it when she had asked why he seemed so fond of rubbing his right thumb over his sleeved left wrist night the group met. She had done it in private, of course, and only wondered if it was a nervous habit of her new WSO. And it was a habit....only not Bob's.

It was something you had always done even before you got married, a comforting repetitive habit that both you and your husband shared. But it also held a deeper meaning as it held the symbol your love. 

When the two of you first decided to get married a few years ago you hadn't gotten rings, or at least ones you'd wear on a daily basis. Both your jobs often required plenty of hands on work, and you had both been worried about losing the rings during the day. So instead, a cheaper pair of matching rings was bought and a new tradition was made. Each of you carried the other's ring in your wallet. That way, even when far apart you could have a piece of the other with you. And when the two of you met up face to face again you'd once more exchange rings. 

But even that wasn't all.

 The pair of you had wanted something more so you had decided to get matching tattoos. They were small and identical and despite almost breaking Bob's hand holding it while getting yours (from fear of needles) the small design was now one of your greatest comforts. On the inside of each of y'all's left wrist were two small stick figures holding hands on a paper airplane. At first glance it may have seems silly to any stranger passing by. But to you and Bob it was everything. 

Bob had been the one to draw stick "You" and you had drawn stick "Bob" with his little glasses. You had also drawn the paper airplane as stickmen were the extent of Bob's artistic skills. Besides, the paper plane you believed would be funny at the time. A memorial of how you two had first met in high school, when your paper plane had accidentally collided with his face instead of your friend's desk during class one day. You hadn't even known he wanted to be a pilot until months later, but when you did learn he was quick to comment how one day he'd be more than happy to take you up in a plane, as long as your weren't the one flying it again (he didn't think his face could take it). Years later you still found it funny and Bob would sometimes catch you laughing to yourself tracing the black lines on his wrist while lying in bed. A moment of peace before you two would have been parted again. Bob didn't regret what he did for a job, and neither did you, but that didn't stop you two from wishing to be together more. 

Again Tasha nudged him, breaking Bob out of his reverie before the pair headed into the crowded bar. It was just after 6:15 and already packed. Bob knew he'd rather head home and try calling you again, but he had also promised Fanboy one more pool rematch, since Hangman had busted into their last one. Luckily, even though the bar itself was crowded, the pool tables were open.

A few minutes into the game, Hangman and Coyote went to order a round of drinks and came back talking. Apparently there was some "Gorgeous Doll" (Jake's words) sitting at the bar and the pair of aviators were arguing over who'd get the chance to "woo" her first. 

Bob wasn't paying too much attention to their conversation or very interested in finding out more about this mystery woman. As far was he was concerned not even Dolly Parton could top your beauty and Bob would openly admit that he'd had a minor(ish) crush on the country singer since he was a kid. It had even become a running joke between your families, the battle for Bob's heart between you and Dolly. 

When he'd gotten his wisdom teeth out at 17, his mother told him someone had come to see him. Poor Bob about cried upon realising it was you instead of Mrs. Parton, his "Angel Voiced Beloved". Oh how you wish his brother still had that video tape, but unfortunately it had "mysteriously vanished" after Bob had overheard his sisters mention trying to get it for the wedding video. But more fortunately, the drugs wore off and soo enough he'd come back to his senses, and since that one night you'd been the only one for him. And luckily for him, he'd been the only one for you. 

So even if he was slightly curious to see which of his friends would attempt their flirtations, or which ones would fail, for now he didn't put too much thought into it. The quicker he won the game the quicker he could try calling you again. 

Soon enough Hangman was called back over to the bar to retrieve the group's drinks and they once again settled in to continue the game. Bob was once again winning, and Javy sat aside beginning to wish he hadn't placed such a bet tonight while Tasha and Callie were already making plans in their heads for what to do with their prize money. The only ball Bob had left to hit was the eight ball, and thanks to a lucky slip on Fanboy's part, it was a shot as perfect as it was easy. 

Javy cursed under his breath while Tasha and Callie high-fived, and Rooster cheered raising his glass up almost dumping his drink on Jake's head. Fanboy hung his head in defeat while Bob just grinned. Bob wasn't a bragging man but he still did like to win...a lot. The Squad may have thought of Bob as the quiet and passive WSO, but they had yet to see how competitive he could be when challenged. They had seen plenty of dog fights in the sky, but nothing compared to the vicious chaos between the Floyd family when it came to the annual gingerbread house competition. Under that sweet smile and those large glasses hid an overly excited man-child basking in his victory. Ok... so maybe it had been a good idea to come tonight. Bob couldn't wait to call his wife and tell her about his achievement. After all she was the one who taught him to play.

A few minutes later the group of aviators had settled down again and a new game started. This time Rooster was up against Maverick himself, which always proved to be a good show, full of sneaky cheating and playful jibes. Bob was sitting by Callie and Tasha taking his share of the winnings. It was only 6:30 now and he knew his night owl of a wife wouldn't be asleep for a few more hours so he decided to watch a few more games between his friends before calling a cab home. 

Hangman and Coyote were still debating over whose turn it was to talk to the new woman at the bar. Evidently, they'd noticed her reoccurring glances towards the squad during the first game and were sure she was interested in one of them two. And to drive their beliefs further, the glances had been accompanied by a playful smirk "directed" to the two men who'd placed themselves behind an oblivious Bob as them game went on. 

It was a few minutes later Penny walk up to the Aviators carrying a drink in her hand and smirk on her face. 

"Someone sent over a drink for one you lot," she said, at once turning the entire groups' attention towards her. After all who didn't like a free drink? Usually the drinks in question were for sent for Tasha or Callie, the only two women in the whole squad, but occasionally one of the other aviators would be the recipient. No one would forget the time Ruben got a drink from a 60 something year old women in a sparkly dress. And it appeared this would be one of those times. 

With a smirk on her face she turned, setting the colorful drink down saying,

"Lieutenant Bob Floyd someone wants you to have sex on the beach."

Aside from quite humming of ice machine and the clatter of Maverick's pool stick it seemed as if all the sound has been sucked out of the Hard Deck. As if Penny's words has been some wicked spell freezing, all the group's inhabitants where stood still. A little ways away from the group, a woman sat with a growing grin on her face as she watched everything unfold. Just as Bob opened his mouth, his face now a red as his wife's lipstick, Penny delivered the final 'blow'. 

"It's double strong too, so I'd say someone really wants you to have it."

Bob looked like a fish. A really cute six foot tall fish with military issued glasses but still a fish. His eyes were wide and his mouth kept opening slightly before closing as if the words in his head were fully composed of silent letters. If one were to look into Bob's head and read his mind they'd be able read the flurry of responses and polite refusals streaming through his brain. It wasn't the first time he'd been sent a drink, but that never stopped him from going speechless when it happened. Now Bob was a married man. A very happily married man, but he still had an awful habit of getting flustered anytime showed interest in him. It was something that Y/N took special pleasure in, and there were times they went out with friends when she'd pretend she didn't know him just so she could relentlessly flirt and turn him red. To be fair he'd also done it to her a few times, but she had a habit of taking any flirting he did as a challenge. And then, while their friends fake gagged and smirked behind their backs, the night would be filled with flirty winks and innuendos until someone gave in and "agreed" to take the other to "their place".....wait a mi....

"I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of getting you a refreshment. Thought you might have deserved it after that wonderful win." 

Bob was grinning like an idiot before he even finished turning his head to the approaching voice. He didn't get out of his seat though as his head fell back to the ceiling with a hand over his face as the last of the embarrassment left him. Turning his head back to the women he smiled again as he began to laugh. He turned his body more towards her and noticed the dress she was wearing. Damn he loved that dress. It was the one she wore when they had gotten engaged. Looking at her lips she appeared to have the same lipstick on too.

"I hate you."

Words said without malice, quite the oppose actually, brought another laugh to Y/N's lips as after months apart she finally got to stand in-front of her husband. Eyes never leaving her husband's, she places a hand over her heart and gave a dramatic gasp.

"Well that is the most heartbreaking news I've ever heard darling. You see I was so impressed with your skills earlier, I was ALL set to propose. See I even got you a ring," and with that Y/N pulled her left hand back from her chest and revealed Bob's ring which had been sitting in her wallet for months now. Well, aside from almost every day when she'd fidget with it in her hands while on the phone with him or just because she missed him. And a little farther up from her palm was a small tattoo of two tiny stick people holding hands on a paper plane. In the back ground, Phoenix let out a small sound of joy of her own as she finally understood what was happening. Quickly she leaned over and explained to Callie, who also started to laugh. The rest of the aviators still stood in shock, not sure what was going on. They only knew that for some reason Bob "Blushes at the word boobies" Floyd was getting the attention of one very pretty women, apparently because he could play pool. 

Bob only stared at her hand for a moment longer before he finally stood from his chair and wrapped the woman in front of him in his arms. Spinning her around once before kissing her cheek he pulled back.

"Well, I guess I'll have to rethink my words then ma'am. In fact, I think I got a ring right here that may fit your style," he replied grinning as he pulled Y/N's ring out of his own pocket and wallet with a practiced ease done many times before. "You'll have to forgive me for not kneeling to do it now, I'll get my ass chewed out if I dirty this uniform," he joked looking down to the woman in his arms smiling back.

"It may not be typical or proper, but I certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to that lovely ass of yours....so I guess I'll accept," Y/N joked back, drawing out a few words for added affect, not really caring about the propriety of it just ecstatic to be with her other half again.

"PROPER?! I haven't seen you in five months and the first think you do is send someone to tell me you really want me to have sex on the beach. How's that's proper for ya! Not even a hello first," Bob laughed. As surprised as he was initially, he really did miss this little game of y'all's. It brought out a cheekier side of him his friends usually didn't see.

"Alrighty then," stepping back and picking up the drink in question with a smirk, Y/N raised it to her husband's eyesight, "Hello, Lieutenant Bob Floyd would you like to have sex on the beach?"

"Well I just don't know if that's something I can answer in public Mrs Floyd," he replied cheekily, still starting at his wife.

"MRS.FLOYD"

That was the collective statement from the remaining aviators as the couple was finally brought out of their own little world. Turing to face the company Bob stood with his arm around Y/N's waist proudly like a child at Christmas.

"Yeah, Mrs. Floyd. Been that way since I became the luckiest man on earth."

"And since I became the luckiest women. But all ah y'all are welcome to call me Y/N. Or you know... Mrs. Baby on Board. Though I guess we haven't gotten to that part yet, but, it has been five months after all."

Tasha followed, closely by Callie, was the first to approach as Rooster's pool stick fell to the table and Maverick started wacking a sputtering Jake on the back, after the latter choked on his drink with the final sentence. 

"Hi, I'm Natasha and this is Callie, callsigns Phoenix and Halo. I'm your husband's ..."

Before Natasha could even finish she was wrapped in a hug by Y/N.

"Ohh I know you!! Bobbie talks about you all the time! You're Black Widow! It's so nice to meet you!!"

"Black Widow," someone asked from the side, while Bob began to chuckle under his breath.

"Ohh right, sorry. I have a hard time with remembering names, so I like to make up helpful nicknames with Bob to remind me of who is who. Like Natasha is Black Widow because of Natasha Romanoff; and Callie is Catwoman because of Callico Cats; and there's also a Rocket Raccoon for whoever's Bradley; and I have a Peter Pan beca...."

"Yep I think they get it darling. No need to divulge all our secrets." Bob interrupted nervously, not quite wanting his team to know all his secrets yet. He'd also NEVER tell them that when you first learned about his job you'd compared him to the Thunderbirds. I mean the audacity of it all! Everyone knew the Blue Angles were superior! Those were some fighting words Bob assured you at the time. Callie and Tasha burst into grins, liking this more and more, while Y/N looked back a her husband with a fake look of innocence in her eyes. Meanwhile Penny, still with the group, wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes as Maverick gaped and Rooster got into a debate with Mickey if he was hotter than Bradley Cooper. Soon the laughter died down and Maverick stepped forward sticking out his hand.

"Well it sounds like you seem very good at giving callsigns of your own. Maybe we'll have to put you in charge of naming the new recruits Y/N. My callsign's Maverick but I'm guessing you know me as Peter Pan."

"Pleasure to meet you Maverick. I might just have to take you up in that offer. Heard a lot about you too. All of you in fact. I'm sorry for interrupting your game earlier, I've been waiting to do that for a long time. Your friend Penny was a brilliant help too." Y/N smiled and shook his hand. He had a welcoming smile that reminded her of her own father. She also sent a smile towards Penny who returned it with her own and took a step closer to Maverick. 

"No problem at all, it always nice to see couple's meeting again. I must admit the drink was a nice touch. Never seen an idea that creative yet." 

Stepping back towards her husband who put his waist around her once again, "Why thank you captain, I do suppose it's nice someone appreciates a good innuendo." Bob gave a small groan, but smiled as he buried his head into his wife's shoulder whispering how he did appreciate it and would show her how much later. Out of the corner of her eye Y/N caught a few more aviators still staring, though they seemed much less confused, now slowly settling in to of their quiet friend being married. "Though I believe there's a few more introduction left as well," She mentioned as she stepped towards the remaining group and shot a mischievous grin towards her husband, asking him a question without words.

"Oh just do it, they're gonna know eventually I guess," Bob laughed and looked at his wife with an equally mischievous look, finally taking a sip of his drink. After all, she'd probably let the names slip one day. This was going to be great. Hearing her next words, Jake choked on his drink again.

"Alrighty then. Which one of y'all boys is Statefarm?"

[russo-woso]

Could you do a Leah smut based on the song casual by Chappell Roan

Casual | Leah Williamson

Warning SMUT 18+, toxic relationship, praise kink

“I don’t get why you’re still going out with her. You know what she’s like. You’ve heard the rumours of all her previous girls. She just used them. It’s like she can’t love anyone.” Your friend, Emma, told you as you sat down at the table to have lunch.

It was true. Leah’s reputation was well known throughout your school.

You’d known Leah all throughout your schooling.

Going to primary school with her, and then going to secondary school with her and then eventually going to sixth form with her.

You and her would always say hi to each other. You wouldn’t go as far as saying you were friends with her, but would respectfully smile at one another.

Until you found out the truth about her.

It wasn’t anything bad. That’s what you thought until you experienced it yourself.

Leah had a problem. She couldn’t love anyone.

She’d take girls home, either from school, or teammates, sleep with them, act like she loved them, and then tell them it was just a casual thing.

You had heard story after story about this.

Yet, somehow, all you saw was small Leah playing football when she was six years old.

You think that’s how it led you to being one of those girls.

You couldn’t see Leah for who she really was.

You thought that maybe she could fall in love with you.

And so when Leah and you kissed after celebrating the win of one of her matches, it started to become a regular thing and you fell in love with her.

You’d always remember that lunch spent with Emma.

The last words she said to you during lunch, was that you were a loser that you couldn’t see who leah really was.

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“Y/N, look, I told some of my friends about what happened and they promised not to tell anyone. I’m sorry.” Leah apologised for all the rumours going around.

“Leah, I trusted you not to tell anyone about what happened.”

What happened. What happened was that you slept with Leah.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t planned at all.

You didn’t want to sleep with her until you knew you weren’t one of those girls, but somehow it did.

It all came back to you looking at Leah like she was still the same girl she was all them years ago.

In a way, you regretted what happened.

As you were leaving Leah’s house that night, she said something that you’d never forget.

Let’s keep this casual, okay?

You nodded and walked away, mentally cursing yourself for falling in love with her.

You really were one of them girls.

And to top it off, you were known as the girl who Leah fucks for fun.

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You couldn’t help yourself.

You were addicted to Leah.

You were addicted to her smile, the smirk she’d give you when you walked past her, the smell of her, just everything about her.

That’s what led you to you laying in her bed sheets, out of breath.

She collapsed next to you, using the bed sheets to cover herself.

“That was… wow.” You said, your mind still somewhere else.

“I know I’m just too good, aren’t I?” Leah replied to your comment, a huge smirk taking over her face.

“Don’t get cocky, Williamson.”

“Remember, no attachments, alright baby?”

“Yeah. No attachments.” You said back. You would be lying through your teeth if you said you agreed with her.

After all, you already were attached to her. You had been for a while.

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“Fuck, Le.” You moaned as her tongue worked wonders on your clit.

“You taste so good.” Leah groaned into your pussy, sending vibrations to run through your body.

“What if someone sees, le?” You questioned, your breath uneven.

You were currently sat in a car park in Leah’s car whilst she ate you out in the passenger seat.

“Let them see. Let them see how you’re being a good girl for me. Let them hear you scream my name.”

“Shit. Leah, right there. God, please don’t stop.” You screamed as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Fuck. I love it when you moan my name. Say it again.”

“Le, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck.” You grabbed the car door with one hand, your other flying to Leah’s hair as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt Leah smirk into your pussy as she licked it clean.

Leah climbed back into the drivers seat, resting a hand on your thigh.

She pulled off and out of the car park as if nothing had happened.

“Le, this is still casual, right?” You asked her, just trying to see where your relationship stood, and she frowned at your question.

“Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”

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When Leah approached you a few days later and explained that her mum had invited you for dinner at a restaurant, you couldn’t say no.

The fact that Leah had spoken to her mum about you and so much that she’d invited you for dinner made a ray of hope appear.

The dinner had gone okay. Perfect even.

Amanda and David were so nice.

The nerves you felt disappeared as soon as Amanda pulled you into a tight hug.

As you were sat down waiting for your meals to arrive, you kept getting distracted from the conversation.

Amanda and David were talking about Leah’s brother, Jacob, who lived in Australia, but with Leah’s hand travelling its way up your thigh, you couldn’t concentrate.

You put your hand on Leah’s hand, pulling it away and dropping it back in her lap, but not even five minutes later, you felt it on your thigh again, this time even higher up.

“Mum, can I quickly speak to Y/N?” Leah asked and stood up as soon as Amanda nodded, confusion written on her face, identical to yours.

Leah took your hand and dragged you through the restaurant towards the bathroom.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she locked the door and pushed you against it.

“You’re gonna be my good girl and be quiet okay.” Leah’s voice whispered in your ear and she started to suck on your neck.

“Leah, fuck, that feels so good.”

Leah’s hands made their way to the hem of your trousers, sliding them down your legs.

“You’re gonna take my fingers, okay, baby.” Leah said and you whimpered in response, your core already clenching.

“Please, le.”

You couldn’t believe you were in this situation again.

After the events in Leah’s car, you promised your self you wouldn’t let this happen again, but here you were with Leah in the bathroom of a restaurant where you were supposed to be having dinner with her parents.

As Leah still attacked your neck, her fingers pushed your underwear to the side and she stuck one finger into you.

Your head fell onto her shoulder and you moaned into it to stop the rest of the restaurant from hearing.

Leah added a second a finger and began pumping in and out.

“Fuck, Leah, right there.”

Leah’s fingers continued to hit the same spot over and over again, making you bite into her shoulder to stop you from moaning.

“You feel so right around my fingers, babe. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” Leah asked and you nodded your head against her shoulder. “Good. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

“Le, ‘m so close. I’m gonna cum.”

The feel of Leah’s fingers in you, the huskiness in her voice and the sight of Leah’s biceps made you tumble over the edge far too quickly.

You rolled your head back against the door and wrapped your hand around your mouth to stop yourself from being caught.

Leah pressed a final kiss to you neck, soothing the marks she’d just left.

She helped pull your trousers back up and wiped the sweat that had gathered on your forehead.

“Now, we’re going to go out there and you’re gonna act like my girlfriend, understood?”

That sentence broke you.

Act. You were going to have to go out there and act like Leah’s girlfriend.

You simply nodded your head, not knowing what to say or do.

You returned to the table, sending a weak smile to David and Amanda.

The rest of dinner was quiet, you barely saying a word. And the words you did say, were mumbled to stop you from crying.

You didn’t want to act like you were Leah’s, you wanted to be Leah’s but Leah could only love casually.

All her relationships were casual, including yours.

“Y/N, are you okay? You’ve seemed quiet the last half hour.” Amanda questioned, purely to see if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m…actually, no I’m not fine. I’ve had enough of this. I’ve had enough of acting. I want someone who actually loves me. I want a relationship with someone that’s not casual. I can’t believe I’ve let it go on for this long. I hate that I let this drag on so long. You can go to hell Leah. I hate you for doing this to me. You let me fall in love with you and then you tell me it’s all an act. Go to fucking hell.”

You marched out of the restaurant, not a care in the world that the whole restaurant had eyes on you.

Tears streamed down your face as you got into your car. You screamed in anger.

You should have listened to Emma. You should have known that it would end this way.

After all, Leah wasn’t that same seven year old girl you once knew, she had changed.

That seven year old girl knew how to love people, this Leah, didn’t.

Everything she did, including her relationships, were casual.

[wileys-russo]

i have an idea for leah! r moves to england to be with leah and she helps with her driving since they drive on the left side of the road. during the driving lessons leah is being too bossy and demanding so then r asks someone else (maybe someone from arsenal) for help and leah gets jealous hdhshaa

under strict instruction II l.williamson

"baby are you ready to go? we've only got a certain window of time before training!" leah called upstairs, checking the time on her watch and tapping her foot with an impatient sigh.

"i'm really nervous lee. maybe we just leave it for another day?" you appeared at the top of the stairs, bottom lip clenched between your teeth apprehensively making leah smile.

"come here." your girlfriend opened her arms as you made your way downstairs and melted into them, exhaling into her shoulder.

"you've been putting this off for weeks now. you passed your learners, you've got your permit, you know the road rules, the next step is to get behind the wheel." leah mumbled softly, nudging your chin up with her hand.

"do we have to do it today?" you sighed as leah nodded. "yeah babe, we have to do it today." the blonde confirmed, pecking your lips a few times and mumbling that she loved you before letting go.

"gym bag, go!" leah nodded upstairs as you retreated from her warm and strong hold, glancing at the defender over your shoulder with a scowl as she smacked your ass on the way up, the girl simply sending you a wink and a wiggle of her fingers.

"heathen." you shot at her playfully before disappearing into the bedroom, grabbing your training bag and returning downstairs. "oh i think i left the straightener on!" you smacked your forehead and tried to go back up them again.

"your hair is braided today gorgeous." leah grabbed your hand with a knowing smirk as you sighed. "fine, lets go!" you muttered with a roll of your eyes, unable to think of anymore excuses having tried to delay the inevitable all morning without much success.

"for your first lesson we'll just go to an empty parking lot baby girl, nice and easy."

~

it took a little while but you soon realized it was in fact not nice and easy being anything other than in the passenger seat with your girlfriend.

"no! thats reverse. D is for drive!" leah huffed, grabbing your hand on the gear stick and moving it for you. "i thought that was for park!" you huffed back as your girlfriend stared at you blankly.

"love why on earth would D be for park?" leah scoffed throwing her hands up. "i don't know leah this is my first time!" you huffed with a roll of your eyes.

"D is drive, R is reverse, N is neutral, P is park. notice any...common similiarites? like the words that the actions match all start with the letter on the console that they stand for!" your girlfriend snapped, pinching her nose and exhaling.

"stop yelling at me leah i'm nervous!" you snapped back, knuckles turning white as you gripped the steering wheel. "you're nervous? we haven't even fucking moved the car yet babe!" leah groaned dragging her hands down her face as you mumbled something inaudible.

"alright. lets just take a moment, breathe, reset, and go again" leah forced out, both of you pausing to take a breath, your girlfriend moving the gear stick back to P.

"okay. you take the car out of park, move it to drive. keep your foot on the brake until the car is in drive, then very slowly move your foot off the brake and press down gently on the accelerator. keep your left foot away from the pedals, only use your right for the brake and the accelerator." leah spoke a little calmer as you nodded.

"okay." you exhaled shakily, moving the gear stick into D and carefully lifting your foot, pressing down on the accelator. "what the fuck is that!" you panicked as the engine roared and stalled but the car didn't move.

"you left the hand brake on!" leah groaned, head thumping back into the seat. "you didn't tell me to take it off!" you argued back, leah hurrying to shift the car back into park as you slammed your foot bac down on the brake.

"yes i did!" leah snapped with a roll of her eyes. "hand break first, shift gear from P to D, move foot slowly off the brake and onto the accelerator and off we go! its simple and we've been at it for an hour now and we haven't moved at all." leah cried out with a laugh of disbelief as you glared at her.

"do it again. go!" leah ordered as you swallowed the insult on the tip of your tongue, following her instructions only tapping the accelerator much too hard this time as the car shot forward and you panicked, pulling the hand brake up and causing a horrific screech to sound.

"jesus christ you don't pull the hand brake when you're driving babe you're not in a fucking james bond film!" leah yelled, pulling at her hair as you pushed down the hand brake and slammed down on the brakes instead, sending leahs body lurching forward and her head near smacking down on the dash.

"oh my god slowly! do i have to say it in another language? at a different speed? sloooowly." leah mocked condescendingly as your jaw clenched and you yanked up the hand brake.

"i'm done with this leah you are the worst fucking instructor ever!" you snapped, wrestling with the seatbelt, kicking the door open and stepping out as she scoffed. "oh yeah? well you're the worst fucking student ever. you don't listen!" leah jumped out her own side, the two of you swapping.

"don't slam my fucking door!" your girlfriend growled as you raised an eyebrow, opening her door again. "don't. you. dare." leah warned as you suddenly yanked it closed again with a slam and leah gasped, the two of you exploding and yelling at one another back and forth.

"just fucking drive leah we're going to be late!" you cut her off, turning your body forcefully to the side giving her your back as best you could in the car seat as leah scoffed.

"well if you were driving we might make it in time...for pre season next year!" leah mumbled sarcastically, flexing her fingers and grabbing the steering wheel.

"oh look its in park! what should i do? hand brake, shift to D, foot off the brake, onto the accelerator and off we go. how hard!" leah cooed revving her engine and racing out of the carpark as you exhaled shakily and remained facing out the window, a frosty silence encapsulating the space you both occupied.

leah had barely pulled into colney and her car space before your door was flying open, bag snatched from the back and doors slammed yet again. though you were storming angrily away from the blonde before she could even get out of the car to yell at you for it.

"good morning sunsh-" beth barely got her words out before you brushed past her, head dropped and steely look in your face that had her shutting up instantly, exchanging a worried look with steph who was by her side.

"i'm gonna take a wild guess and say thats not some sort of kinky foreplay." beth sighed watching across the carpark as leah seemed to be having an argument with herself, throwing her hands about and kicking at the tyres of her car as her friends wandered over cautiously.

"fucking door slamming, fucking hand brake, fucking shit driver, fucking girlfriend being fucking stupid, fucking can't listen!" leah ranted and raved to herself, shaking her head angrily.

"are you alright leah?" steph spoke up first, slowly as to not startle the blonde too much who grabbed her bag and puffed air out of her nose, flicking her fringe out of her eyes.

"fine." leah huffed, shouldering her bag and pausing, squeezing her eyes closed and forcing herself to take a deep breath. "alright hot head, what happened?" beth chuckled, leah exhaling heavily and launching into a very animated recount of this mornings events as the trio wandered toward the training centre.

you on the other hand still caught up in your own head had barreled right into lia and alessia who were heading to breakfast before the mornings gym session, nearly winding poor alessia who doubled over and wheezed.

"shit sorry less!" you apologized with wide eyes and bright red cheeks, the blonde waving you off with a wince. "where were you off to in such a huff? trouble with your blonde lover perhaps?" lia smiled knowingly, having had a heavy hand in your and leahs coupling up.

from the very first day you'd signed lia hadn't missed the way leahs eyes had glazed over slightly and she'd tuned entirely out of their conversation, watching you walk past and sending you a tiny wave when you smiled warmly at the two of them as you passed.

from that moment on and later finding out you were very single, the swiss woman had made it her mission to get the pair of you together.

and long story cut short, it worked.

"what happened?" lia asked softly, draping an arm around you as her and alessia guided you away to somewhere a little more private to chat. "well, i finally did my first driving lesson." you started, smiling a little at the way both girls cheered proudly.

"it went horribly." you continued on bluntly, their cheers cut off and faces dropping as you sighed and recounted the mornings events. missing leah, beth and steph wander past as leah was still throwing her hands about, too enthralled in her annoyance to notice you as she passed.

"yeah that doesn't sound very successful." alessia winced as you finished with a roll of your eyes. "she's just got no patience! i'm learning, of course i'm going to make silly mistakes and ask questions and forget stuff." you puffed air out of your nose in frustration, alessia moving to rub your back as your head fell to the taller girls shoulder.

"i'm just never going to drive, it was a stupid idea to think i could anyway." you muttered, dismissing both girls protests with a shake of your head and making your way to the change rooms as they let you go, conversing quietly with one another about what to do.

you rolled your eyes as you entered the change rooms and the conversation ceased, clearly having been about you as you made a beeline for your cubby, well aware of the eyes on your back as you did.

"morning!" steph tried to greet you cheerily, though it wasn't enough to clear the air of the awkward tension that you were the hot topic of conversation, or the moody pout sent your way by your girlfriend who was sat at her own cubby.

"oh please, don't stop yapping on my behalf leah." you quipped icily, not waiting around for a response as you grabbed your hoodie and marched out of the change rooms back toward the cafeteria.

"did it just drop about fifteen degrees in here? cause that was cold." katie snickered, kim smacking her arm with a look of disapproval as the irish woman frowned.

"what? i'm only jokin! humour helps in these sorts of situations!" katie tried, kim tugging her out of the room before she could say anything further.

"yapping! the fucking cheek of her." leah huffed, shaking her head and muttering something under her breath as she crossed her arm over her chest, the other girls encouraging she come to breakfast and try to cool off.

though right as she stood and started to follow beth and steph out another two bodies blocked the doorway, a finger poking at leahs chest. "we need to talk, now." lia stated sternly, alessia nodding in backup as beth whistled and steph pulled her swiftly out of the room.

"what did i do!" leah protested as her swiss counterpart pushed her to sit back down on the bench. "why did you upset your girlfriend? leah i did not spend three months meddling about and getting the two of you to fall in love for your big mouth to ruin it!" lia huffed as the blonde scoffed.

"me? i'm not the problem." leah argued firmly with a shake of your head. "oh? then why has your girlfriend just announced she is never driving again?" lia questioned calmly as leah's aggression began to fade fast, alessia humming in agreement.

"she said it was stupid she even thought she could." the younger blonde added on as leah groaned and buried her face in her hands. "maybe i was a little harsh." she admitted quietly after a moment, leaning back and wincing at the sharp looks from both girls stood in front of her.

alessia looked on confused as lia barked out a very harsh string of german toward leah who winced clearly affected by the words. "what?" the striker asked with a frown as leah waved her off.

"i'll tell you when you're older less, be grateful you didn't understand her." her english captain waved off, shrinking away as lia smacked her shoulder for it.

"you have some serious grovelling to do leah."

awhile later you looked up mid mouthful at the handful of bacon dropped onto your plate, your girlfriend sitting down with a charming smile making you roll your eyes unimpressed.

"is that supposed to be an apology?" you swallowed and questioned with a raised eyebrow, leah nodding happily and leaning in for a kiss. though she near choked as instead a piece of said reconciliation bacon was shoved in her mouth, the rest dumped back on her plate as you swiftly stood and moved tables.

"that was you grovelling? christ leah." alessia shook her head at the pathetic efforts as leah huffed and spat out the bacon. "food normally works when she's shitty with me!" the defender frowned, drumming her fingers against the table top.

"did you consider just saying sorry and acknowledging what you did was wrong and clearly upset her?" lia sighed as leah scowled. "i was getting there! she didn't give me a chance." the girl stabbed angrily at her egg whites.

"or maybe you lead with that leah?"

though hard as leah tried you didn't give her the chance all day, avoiding your girlfriend and her attempted apologies like she had some sort of infectious disease you didn't want to catch.

in the gym you were quick to rush over to laura to pair up, the austrian a little shocked at your choice but making no move to shun you despite the pleading glances sent her way by leah, any attempts by laura to raise your girlfriend in conversation swiftly shut down.

you paired up with alessia during pitch training, eyes refusing to meet leahs which followed you like a kicked puppy, inadvertently infuriating you further as poor alessia bore the brunt of that with the footballs which flew at her head in your frustration.

at lunch you made a point of squeezing yourself in between amanda and stina who looked surprised at your company but made no move to complain, happily chatting away with you as leah looked on longingly from a different table.

at the sound of your laughter she deflated even further, stina trying to teach you some swedish and near choking on her food at your awful attempts to pronounce the seemingly easy words, leah pushing away her tray and resting her head on her arms.

"this is truly pathetic." lia mumbled to beth who hummed in agreement, nobody able to engage leah in a conversation as she grew grumpier and grumpier at the lack of you in her life today.

after lunch was media and leah near sprinted to catch up with you, body dropping down into the spare seat by your side as you rolled your eyes and refused to acknowledge her.

but when you also didn't move leah took it as a win, crossing her arms and smiling happily. though it was wiped clean as you suddenly clambered over the seat in front and instead moved a few rows forward to sit in between kyra and vic.

"she's choosing to sit next to kyra over you? oh you're properly in the doghouse mate." beth leaned forward to tut, patting the blondes shoulder sympathetically as leah pushed her hand off and shot her a glare, moody pout glued right back to her face as her eyes bore holes in the back of your head.

come the end of training leah hovered around clearly waiting for you as you took your time, choosing to shower at colney and not at home as usual, yet another sign that leah had properly screwed up, your shared afternoon showers together often the highlight of the older girls day.

when finally you returned, damp hair pushed to one side of your head and in a fresh change of clothes the locker room was near empty, only a handful of the team still lingering about chatting.

armed with the knowledge that she was your ride back home leah took a deep breath and slung her bag over her shoulder, making her way over to your cubby where you sat packing up your things.

"you ready to go?" leah asked softly, hands fiddling nervously with the strap of her gym bag as you only glanced up at her but offered no verbal response, leahs stomach twisting as she sighed heavily.

"baby." she dropped down to her knees in front of you, not a care for the others still present in the room as you glanced at her again and only raised an eyebrow.

"i am really really really sorry for being so impatient and unreasonable this morning, i promise to work on it for next time. can we give it another try? please babe." leah spoke hopefully, hands clasped together.

"there's no need." you brushed her off with a shake of your head as your girlfriend frowned.

"please don't give up on learning just because i royally fucked up our first lesson. as much as i adore my beautiful passenger princess i'll sleep a little easier knowing in an emergency you're able to drive yourself." the blonde attempted a joke, wincing at the frosty silence which followed.

"i'm not giving up." you stated, zipping up your bag and swiftly standing as leah nearly fell back onto her ass but caught herself and also stood. "good. then lets give it another try." the taller girl smiled and offered you the car keys as you shook your head.

"i told you leah, there's no need." you pushed them back toward her as she frowned in confusion. "but i thought that-" she started before you stepped around her and cut her off.

"lia's going to teach me." you announced, the brunette appearing by your side seemingly out of thin air with a smile that you returned, leah's jaw nearly hitting the floor.

"i-you-what!" she spluttered out in disbelief as you shrugged.

"you said it yourself, you're impatient and unreasonable and i can't learn with an instructor like that, so wally is taking me. i'll see you at home." you nodded, lia grinning at the gobsmacked blonde before handing you her car keys and the two of you were off.

"what the fuck just happened?"

~

"thank you wally, that was much much much better." you breathed a sigh of relief as the swiss woman pulled up outside yours and leahs shared flat with a kind smile. "you will learn in no time lieben. same time tomorrow?" she offered as you eagerly agreed, pulling her into a hug before exiting her car, throwing her a wave and a grin before wandering up the driveway.

you were unable to miss the stroppy blonde sat on the front steps, decked out in a grey tech fleece tracksuit, head covered with a hood as her eyes followed your journey closer and closer to her until you came to a stop at the bottom of the stops.

"hi." leah mumbled, uncrossing her arms as you hummed. "hi." you echoed back, most of your anger from earlier having melted away by now. "i missed you?" leah tried sincerely, offering you a smile as you couldn't help but allow the corners of your mouth to upturn.

"of course you did, its nearly dinner time and you burn water." you chuckled, making your way up the stairs and gently pushing at her hood covered head as leah exhaled a long awaited breath of relief that it seemed you were no longer upset with her as she hurried to follow after you.

the door unlocked you made your way inside, only able to get one shoe off before a body latched onto you from behind, apologies mumbled over and over into your neck as leahs chin hooked over your shoulder.

"its fine, but lia is going to teach me to drive. okay?" you warned firmly, turning your head to meet her gaze as leah nodded. "i love you." leah promised as you wiggled off your other shoe and dropped your bag, turning around in her grip, arms winding around her neck.

"i love you too. even if you are horribly impatient, hot headed, stubborn, unreasonable and a terrible cook." you mumbled against her lips as you drew her in for a kiss.

"hey! this morning had nothing to do with my efforts in the kitchen." your girlfriend pulled away with an offended frown making you smile.

"i know, but it's hardly a lie baby." you teased softly, sweetly pecking her lips a few more times before letting her go, leaving your bag to be taken back upstairs later, wanting to get a head start on dinner.

"whats all this?" you asked in surprise, coming to an abrupt halt at the fort assembled in the middle of your living room, a video game loaded onto the tv and two remote wheels sat side by side on the floor.

"well. i thought since i did so poorly this morning in the actual car we could get a little practice in here together on this game i found, and i can work on my teaching." leah explained, rubbing her arm as your eyes softened.

"you're such a sap." you smiled, wrapping yourself around her in a tight hug as she huffed. "am not." your girlfriend muttered, finger tilting your chin up so she could kiss you softly. "are too, but don't worry i'll make sure to tell everyone." you teased, pinching her cheek as her eyes rolled and she wiggled away from you.

"you are truly so insufferable. i try to do something nice and-" she cut herself off with a huff as you laughed and grabbed at her again, hand on the back of her neck forcing her head down so her mouth pressed against yours.

"come on then, few laps and i'll start dinner." you grabbed her hand and tugged her over to the immaculately made little fort, melting even further at the cosy blankets and pillows set up inside.

"leah!" you squealed as you were tackled down into them, your girlfriend hovering over you with a cheeky grin as her hood fell off and her messy bun clung on for dear life to the top of her head.

"know whats better than a virtual driving lesson?" leah questioned, leaning down so her lips just ghosted yours, fingers interlocking and pinning your hands either side of your head, moving to straddle you properly and you shook your head and her wolfish smirk widened.

"virtual car sex."

[totaly-obsessed]

➳ Azzi Fudd x reader

➳ A planned soft-launch goes wrong

➳ based on this request - my first time writing for Basketball, pls be kind to me

➳ Word count: 1.305

“Do you know what you’re gonna get?” 

Most of the girls had gone out to eat for the evening, something a little more on the fancy side, different from the usual takeout they would get, and gracious as they were, they decided to drag you, their Social Media manager, with them.

While it had been Azzi, your girlfriend of nearly seven months who ultimately managed to get you to say yes, she had a begging KK and Paige in her ears. Both girls tried to get you to come, with promises of shooting videos for the YouTube Channel, giving fans the duo they wanted. But all it took was Azzi to bat her lashes at you, a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, and a whispered “Please, for me?” and you agreed to come.

“I can’t decide between these two.” 

“I’ll get this one and you get that one then. They both sound great and we can share!” With Azzi you never had to beg for her to listen to you, she somehow always knew what you said and wanted, no matter how noisy the room was.

“Girl you are whipped..” KK observed from her seat next to you but winced when she received a swift kick to the shin from your girlfriend who sat on the opposite side of you. “I was just sayin! Nothing bad about it!”

The evening had actually been quite nice - you had spent the most time chatting to Ashlynn and Caroline who sat on your other side, while Azzi watched everyone interact chiming in here and there and mostly when either Paige, KK, or Nika were bickering and hoped that she would back them up.

Back at the dorms you decided to just hang out for a bit longer, it had been way too nice to just get up and leave everyone alone, especially after getting back from a short summer break. People were still moving in and the roommates weren’t 100% sure yet, aside from you and Azzi. Maybe you’d adopt one of the freshmen.

The people (Paige and Alyiah) had decided that the chosen dorm would in fact be yours and Azzi's. Most of your girlfriend's belongings were already in there, while yours were still in the car.

“You snooze, you lose!”

The couch was already filled when you came in the door. Turns out seven young adults with an average height of six feet take up a lot of space in a small student dorm, leaving literally no space for you. KK, Inês, and Jana had already taken over the floor in front of the couch, pulling every throw pillow you had placed on it, down to sit on them. 

But you didn’t worry about getting a seat. After all, your girlfriend already had one, and what was hers, was yours. So you had a place, no matter how smug the girls looked at you, teasing smiles on their lips.

“Can you make Popcorn?” Nika, the only one with some form of respect, swatted Paige’s hand away as she pointed at you like a toddler. “How do you want to know that they even have popcorn? Azzi moved in like yesterday.”

“They always have popcorn. So, you gonna make some?”

Just as your girlfriend wanted to chime in, telling Paige to do it herself, you caved in and made your way to the small kitchen. You wanted her to have some time alone with her teammates, after all this was their season. They were going to make it, you were sure of it.

With a tray of snacks, a big popcorn bowl, and glasses you made your way back to the others. Excited chatter filled the room and everyone was busy in some way or another as you placed the tray down on the small coffee table, before just handing Paige the big Popcorn bowl.

“See that wasn’t so hard - OW!” Nika’s elbow found a home in the blonde's ribs. “She meant thank you for being so kind to us. Didn’t you?” The smile on Paige's lips was forced in pain as she gave a small ‘mhmm’ to satisfy her Croatian friend.

You were leaning over the couch, right next to Azzi’s face, trying to make out what movie they had put on, but in the end, you couldn’t figure it out. “Baby, can I borrow some of your clothes? Wanna get out of this dress” Your girlfriend turned around as well as she could while being restricted by her teammates on either side. “Of course, you don’t have to ask!”

In thanks you lean over, kissing her with a big smile on your face, “Thank you darling, you’re the best!” before you go to turn around and run to the bedroom where a still-packed suitcase waits for you. 

But then you heard KK.

“Fuck. You know that we’re live. Right?”

A chill goes down your spine. Live? Like TikTok Live? And when you turn back to the group of girls, you see the phone propped up against a water bottle, the screen showing you in the background while your friends look at you.

With tears prodding at your eyes, you quickly find your way to the bedroom, ready for this day to be over and done with.

“Okay, y’all just ignore that. Never happened.”

Azzi found you still in your dress, face first on the bed, trying to hide from the world as sobs wrecked your body. “I ruined it.” Your girlfriend couldn’t help but chuckle, out of you two, you were definitely the dramatic one.

“You didn’t ruin anything. So what if people know that I have a kind, wonderful, and hot girlfriend?” 

She could hear your whining through the mattress as you tried to hide, but eventually lost to her pulling you up and into her arms. “But we wanted to do a cute soft launch, and now we can’t.” Azzi couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on your lips once she saw your pouting. “Who needs a soft launch when I can brag about you now?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I could never be mad at you. It's okay, baby.”

You could still hear the girls in the living room having a good time. They had already forgotten what happened, making use of the opened-up space on the couch as you got changed with Azzi handing you things, throwing together a more comfortable outfit before making your way back to the others.

“Shift it Inês.” Azzi didn’t give her teammate much time before she simply sat down, not caring who was there or who she sat on. And it worked, they made way before she gestured for you to come closer and pull you onto her lap.

“Look who’s back, y’all!” KK’s voice was much louder than you had expected, but her cheerfulness immediately influenced you, looking much happier now.

“Azzi, is that your girlfriend?” The curly-haired girl hand-picked the comment from the live, effectively asking herself the question before placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek as she peeked out from behind you. “Yes. Yes, she is. Everyone, meet the most gorgeous girl in the world, my girlfriend!”

“Yuck. Go back to hiding, y’all are disgusting. Anyways… Imma end this here. Bye, y’all!”

And just like that KK pressed the ‘end live’ button, sinking the room in a temporary silence before the girls started hollering and clapping, slapping Azzi on the back and playfully pinching your sides in congratulations on finally making the relationship public. Even if it wasn’t like you planned.

The entirety of the movie was filled with either Paige or KK leaning over and shoving a phone in both of your faces “Look there are already edits. Damn they’re quick!”, or “You look so cute in this one, too bad they don’t have to experience y’all.

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azzi35: kinda messed up the soft launch, so here is the hard launch tagged: @ y/ninsta

ines_pbettencourt: My Parents!

➥ paigebueckers: Wait a second...

kamoreaarnold: Don't be fooled y'all! They not this cute in person.

➥ y/ninsta: Awhhh, you called us cute!!

[hyunsvngs]

Can I request a poly hyunlix x reader smut plz?

𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - hwang hyunjin x lee felix x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

cw: SMUT MDNI. friends with benefits threesome situation, boy x boy action

synopsis: you have a friends with benefits situation with your best friend, felix, but when you confide in him about wanting to fuck one of your other friends, it ends better than you could’ve ever hoped.

a/n: so… its not exactly poly (it does have boyxboy and boyxgirl) but heres a hyunlix threesome i wrote a while back <3 this was never gonna see the light of day unless i posted it here

sw: oral (m&f rec), boy x boy & boy x girl, threesome, use of red wine during sex, dirty talk, d/s dynamics?

Hyunjin chuckled from the front seat, making you blush. You draped your legs over Felix’s leather-clad lap as the car engine started and you all began to leave the premises. You were leaving a club to fuck two of your best friends. Having fucked Felix before, you felt comfortable with him - but you’d confided in him that you wanted to fuck Hyunjin, too. You had a feeling he’d informed Hyunjin of this fantasy. “So… you both… at the same time?”

Felix’s small hand began to rub up the length of your leg soothingly. It was Hyunjin who responded to you. “If you’re okay with that, darling. I’d love nothing more than to see you both lost in pleasure. I bet you look so fucking pretty.”

It was Felix’s turn to blush this time, and he leaned over to press his lips against yours to hide his embarrassment. You immediately fell into the kiss, fingers moving to his hair as he pulled you onto his lap. You’d both foregone seatbelts in favor of comfortability. Hyunjin hummed from the front seat, clearly watching you two through the rear view mirror.

You straddled Felix’s lap easily, legs either side of his, and met his kiss with renewed fervor. You slid your tongue into his mouth, pressing it against his to make him moan. He was eager, teeth clashing against yours now and again, and you faintly registered that you’d never seen him this passionate before. Maybe it was Hyunjin’s presence encouraging him, but his hands were gripping onto your hips with a death grip as Hyunjin continued to speed through the streets.

Felix pulled away, licking his lips at the sight of you with tousled hair and blushed cheeks. “Mmm. Jinnie, I can’t wait, can I-“

“You can touch her, Lixie,” Hyunjin encouraged. “But don’t let her cum, not yet. I want to see her face when she cums.”

You moaned, your head dropping to Felix’s neck. He kissed your cheek before his fingers went down between your legs, brushing over the thin lace of your thong. “Fuck, Jinnie, you weren’t lying, these are… princess, what is the point in these? I can feel your clit throbbing through them.”

“Touch it then.” You quipped, making Hyunjin chuckle and Felix blush. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing softly over your underwear, and your eyes shut, grinding into his touch.

Hyunjin spoke from the front again, controlling the situation. You wanted nothing more than for him to be in the back with you two, touching you, talking to you - Hell, you’d even settle for just watching him touch Felix at this point. But you had to wait. “Tell me how it feels, my darling.”

Felix’s touch sped up at his voice, his tongue licking over your lips as you whimpered.

“Not enough. ‘S not enough..”

“It’s not meant to be enough. Go faster, baby.”

You chose not to comment on the name Hyunjin chose for Felix and you also chose not to mention how Felix obeyed instantly, his index and middle finger swiping over your clothed clit rapidly. Your face scrunched up, lifting your hips to grind into Felix’s hand just a bit quicker. You wanted him to make you cum, you needed it. You knew you could cum from this, really, if he just rubbed a bit harder and really made you feel it, but it would be unsatisfying and you’d just feel even emptier afterwards.

Felix’s hand halted as you pulled into the driveway.

“What?” you whined, head falling to rest in the crook of his neck. Felix giggled, his hand moving to brush up against your back soothingly. Hyunjin, meanwhile, just opened the back door for you both and lifted you off of Felix’s lap, placing you on the floor leading you to walk inside the house. You were still barefoot, and your underwear was fucking soaking - making it even thinner, if that was possible.

Felix trailed behind like a lost puppy, shifting his tight leather trousers around to make room for his erection. Hyunjin didn’t even look affected.

Hyunjin led you inside with a firm grip on your side, turning behind him every so often to make sure Felix was still following. You had absolutely zero chance to take in the downstairs of the house because Hyunjin was already taking you upstairs to the bedroom. You padded through the house hoping that you’d get a tour another day.

You were met with dark red satin sheets and a black sheer canopy around the bed frame, a few discarded canvases around the room and the moonlight giving a glow to the room from outside another massive window. Felix made himself at home - this room, you assumed, was Hyunjin’s - throwing himself onto the bed and immediately shucking those tight trousers off so he was left in a satin shirt and cotton boxers that highlighted his length.

Hyunjin gripped your chin, making you look at him. “Darling. I need to ask you - are you sure you want us both?”

You nodded eagerly, making Hyunjin smile at you softly. “Kiss me, Jinnie. Please?”

Hyunjin leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours and making your head raise upwards. His lips just faintly brushed against yours, the plumpness making your head feel dizzy. It felt like an eternity before his hand left your chin and went to your hair, yanking your head further back and his tongue licked into your mouth before your lips even touched properly. His kiss was filthy - spit was being swapped, his tongue was darting around your mouth before his lips sucked your tongue into his own mouth. Felix moaned from the bed, making you whimper and pull Hyunjin towards you sharply.

He pushed you onto the bed, making you lie next to Felix. His lips left yours to trail kisses down your neck, biting marks into the skin to make you moan. Felix leaned up just slightly. He looked down at you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his eyes wide with lust. His eyes had been framed by simple glitter tonight, and his eyebrows were furrowed, making him look all the more submissive and malleable.

“Mm, come here, darling,” Hyunjin mused, his body leaning over you on the satin sheets. You looked up at him, confused, before his thumb pressed into your mouth and forced your jaw to open. He raised upwards, spitting down into your mouth with those plump lips and keeping his thumb in your mouth, swirling it around your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, darling. Share.”

You immediately leaned over to Felix once Hyunjin’s tongue left your mouth. You gripped Felix’s blonde locks, pulling his head down to yours, and he moaned in that deep voice as soon as Hyunjin’s spit reached his tongue from your mouth. Felix’s hand went to your jaw, keeping you in place while he took what he wanted from you, and Hyunjin moaned at the sight, one hand rubbing up your calf.

Hyunjin continued his ministrations with his lips down your body while you and Felix kissed, if you could even call it that. It was more heavy breaths and spit if anything. Hyunjin kissed down your stomach, whispering incoherently once he reached your core. You knew you were soaked as soon as he spat into your mouth, and Hyunjin moaned when you spread your legs obediently for him to fit his frame in between your thighs.

“Always looking at my fucking lips, aren’t you, darling?” You moaned at Hyunjin’s words, pulling away from Felix to nod eagerly at the man in between your legs. Felix pulled your dress up to your stomach, exposing that lace thong that had gotten Hyunjin so wound up earlier on in the night. “I think I’ll eat this pussy ‘til you cum in my mouth. How’s that sound?”

“Mm, yes, please,” you whined, making Hyunjin chuckle. He leaned down to lick one fat stripe up your clothed core, and then utterly moaned at the taste. Felix was shifting around in his spot, antsy. “Lixie, my tits, baby.”

Felix practically glowed as you said that, hair framing his face like some sort of sinful angel, shoving your dress off of your shoulders and down to the point it was just a strip of fabric across your tummy. Hyunjin’s eyes were set on you and Felix as he continued to make out with your cunt through the fabric, and you were trying not to buck your hips up as you moaned out loud. You hoped they didn’t have neighbors.

Felix reached around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it aside impatiently and immediately sucking a nipple into his mouth. You gasped, back arching to meet his plump lips and he looked up at you, all doe eyed and demure. The glitter on his eyes was making his eyes sparkle, or he was just that excited to get your tits in his mouth - you couldn’t tell. Hyunjin finally had enough of teasing you and he used his thumbs to yank your underwear down, sliding it into his trouser pocket.

You whined loudly when Hyunjin’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. Felix grazed his teeth against your nipple softly as you moaned, making you squirm. You knew your wetness was smeared everywhere when the older man grabbed your thighs, pushing them further apart and diving in further. He looked up at you, letting those cat-like eyes meet your gaze as your eyes watered.

Felix pulled away, breathing heavily. He reached up to stroke your hair, using the other hand to tug at your neglected nipple. “Hyung’s so good with his mouth, isn’t he? I love when he sucks my cock.”

You sighed, letting your head roll back at the mental image while Hyunjin licked up all of your slick from your pussy. “Mmm, I’d love to see that.”

Hyunjin pulled away at that, smiling as if the lower half of his face wasn’t covered in your wetness. “You like that idea, darling? Pretty Lixie fucking my face while I just let him use me?” He used his left hand to push your thigh further, making your muscles scream at the ache, but he quickly made it up to you by pushing the middle finger of his right hand in. He immediately rubbed against your g spot, making you whine.

“Jinnie, c’mere. I wanna taste too,” Felix demanded, making grabby hands at Hyunjin. Hyunjin leaned over your body to get closer to Felix, still rubbing that spot inside of you and making you squirm and moan. You almost came immediately when Hyunjin grabbed Felix’s head and forced his tongue into his mouth like he had with you, Felix moaning at the raw taste of you.

Hyunjin let Felix suck his tongue clean of all of your essence before returning to his spot between your thighs. You pushed his dark hair back from his face as he started to lick at your clit fervently again, still pumping his finger in and out of you. Felix wiggled his boxers off of his hips next to you, huffing when they got stuck on his feet.

You grabbed Felix’s hand when he started to jerk his length, stopping him. He looked at you with an annoyed expression at being stopped, making you giggle. “I’ll suck you off, Lixie. I want you to fuck my mouth like you do with Jinnie.”

Felix raised his eyebrows, nodding eagerly. You laughed again before being cut off with a moan at Hyunjin’s actions while Felix repositioned himself on the pillow next to you, on his knees, letting you see his cock directly in front of your face. He tapped your lips with the tip of his cock before pressing into your mouth, and you just let your jaw go slack, letting your best friend use you. He immediately started thrusting his hips in, breathing heavily as you swirled your tongue around his shaft and gazed up at him.

Hyunjin was moaning at this point, sloppily making out with your hole. What he lacked in precision he made up for with his eagerness, sloppily licking around your hole, making you moan around Felix’s length. It was pressing down against your throat, testing your gag reflex. Hyunjin slipped another finger into your hole, making you jump slightly and flutter your eyes shut. You clenched around him, leaking rivulets of wet down to his knuckles.

“Shit, so pretty. Pretty princess,” Felix mumbled, brushing your hair back from your face. It should have been affectionate, but you were only reminded of the passion in the moment due to him thrusting faster. Hyunjin curled his fingers expertly against your g spot, and came to lay next to you, holding your hair back for Felix.

“I think she’s getting close, Lix. Fuck her throat a bit harder for me, baby,” Hyunjin said, kissing your cheek with a wet smack. Felix shook his head rapidly, pulling his cock out of the wet cavern you’d provided willingly.

“C-can’t, Jinnie, I’ll cum. Wanna wait til I’m inside her,” He was jerking his cock, albeit slowly, and now that your mouth was free you were able to moan freely. Hyunjin hummed in disappointment. You whined when he rubbed his palm against your clit, pulling your hair to pin your head back to the satin adorned pillow.

“A-Ah, yeah, like that, Jinnie- Jinnie, I’ll cum, I’ll- yeah-” You were babbling incoherently again, vaguely wondering how these boys were so amazing in bed. Your hips were thrusting up against his hand, and you gripped his arm tightly in fear of him removing his fingers.

“C’mon, darling. Get that hole all sloppy for Lixie to slide in,” Hyunjin coaxed you, fingers scratching at your scalp while his speed with the other hand didn’t slow. You nodded, whining, and Hyunjin shut you up with a kiss to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip while you moaned. With a thrust of your hips, your thighs were clenching, letting that white hot energy take you over and make your senses go haywire. You were whining, speaking incoherently, letting Hyunjin suck on your tongue and brush his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

With a soothing rub to your scalp, Hyunjin pulled his fingers out of you and tapped your pussy affectionately. You noticed that sometime during your orgasm, Felix had stripped completely and was now laying in front of you fully naked, slowly stroking his hard length. Hyunjin was still fully dressed, which somehow just made the situation even hotter. He was commanding the entire thing. It made you wonder if you could break him.

Hyunjin stretched his arms above his head, letting out a sigh as you came down from your orgasm. Your chest was still heaving as you caught your breath, a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead. You mirrored him, stretching out your legs and letting out a satisfied noise. Hyunjin jumped up from the bed, muttering something about ‘wine’ and disappearing into a different room.

“Is that… that’s it? He’s not going to fuck me?” You turned to Felix, and he looked at you in shock.

“Um, no. No way. He’s getting wine, it’s still going on,” Felix flipped on top of you, positioning his length at your entrance. “I’m getting a head start though if you don’t mind, princess?”

You giggled, nodding. “It’s all yours, Lixie.”

He pressed his tip into your entrance, moaning at the tightness of your wet core around him. You returned his moan with a little sigh of your own, letting him push your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He watched your face for any sign of uncomfortability, to which he obviously saw none, and he started to thrust into your wet heat eagerly.

“Fuck, that pussy. This is gonna keep me coming back for more,” Felix was laughing, almost delirious as he fucked into you like a jackhammer. You laughed back, throwing your head back into the satin. “So pretty. Pretty princess, my bestie.”

“You better pull out. You already got to fill her up before, Lix,” Hyunjin’s voice sounded from the doorway where he’d re-entered the room. Lix nodded obediently, leaning down to suck more marks into your neck. He added to the constellation of hickies you knew Hyunjin had left, and he stayed pressed chest to chest to rub against your bitten nipples. You whimpered at the feeling of his hard cock inside of you, clenching down as he started to hit your cervix from the deep position.

You recognised Hyunjin coming over to the bed and he was now only in his boxers, his hard length straining against the fabric. He held a bottle of red wine in one hand, flicking off the top and pressing the rim of the bottle against your lips.

“Drink up, darling,” He mumbled, tipping the liquid into your mouth. You gulped obediently, clawing down Felix’s back as he fucked into you. You hoped you’d get to cum around both of their cocks, but after the blowjob, you weren’t sure Felix would last long. “Better than you thought? Having both of us?”

You blinked at Hyunjin, before turning back to Felix on top of you with a shocked expression. Felix halted his movements, staring down at you with that deer caught in the headlights expression that he always had when he’d been caught out. “You told-”

“Sorry!” He didn’t sound apologetic. He was giggling into the nape of your neck, beginning a slow grind into you. You groaned, listening to Hyunjin begin to chuckle beside you. Hyunjin sat up and started to pour the red wine over your tits, making you jump at the cold temperature of the wine that had obviously been inside the fridge. He licked it up as it began to drop in rivulets over you, sucking your nipples clean and moving down as it dribbled down your body. Felix sat back on his heels to allow Hyunjin access, and all of a sudden, Hyunjin was licking your clit and whatever part of Felix’s cock he could manage to get to while it was still thrusting inside you.

You squeaked, grabbing Hyunjin’s hair. “J-Jesus fuck, Hyunjin, that’s fucking-”

“Ah, fuck, that’s really fucking hot,” Felix whined, his voice a much higher pitch than normal. His hips picked up the pace, before he was pulling out, holding the base of his cock in a tight ring with his fingers. “Princess, c’mere. I gotta cum on that pretty face.”

You sat up obediently, letting Hyunjin pull your hair into a ponytail while Felix began to jerk his cock right in front of your face. You shut your eyes, realizing what was to come, and stuck your tongue out. Lix whined again at your expression, before you felt thick ropes of cum hit your face and warm your already blazing cheeks up.

Lix fell back with a sigh and you heard the thud as he collapsed against the mattress. You scoffed out a laugh, licking your lips. “Thanks, bestie.”

Felix’s giggle was cut off by Hyunjin’s groan, and you opened your eyes as he gripped your chin again between two fingers. His eyes were wild with lust, makeup smeared all over his face from the wetness between your thighs. “Shit, like a fucking painting, so fucking sexy. You’re a work of art, darling,” Hyunjin managed to get out in a strained voice, before you felt a wet sensation on your face and - oh. Hyunjin was licking Felix’s cum from your face. He moaned as he pressed his lips to yours, feeding you Felix’s cum and slowly lowering you back onto the bed. “Mmm. Yeah. I know how I want you.”

“I told you sex is like art to him, princess. Freak.”

“Yeah okay, Lix. I don’t need the commentary,” You grumbled. Hyunjin shot Felix a warning look before flipping you over, presenting you face down ass up. You were glad the sheets were so soft on your blushing cheeks, only made worse by being so exposed to Hyunjin. You turned your head to watch Hyunjin slip his boxers down, revealing a long, waxed cock. What he lacked in thickness he more than made up for in length, and you panicked realizing how deep it would go inside you in this angle.

“I’m gonna fill up that fucking sloppy hole, darling. How do you feel? Letting my friend fuck you open before I breed that cunt?” Hyunjin spoke, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his shaft. You whined, shaking your ass in front of him to try and get him to fill you quicker. With a soft sigh at the movement of your hips, Hyunjin pressed in, filling you inch by inch with that long cock.

“O-Oh.” You stuttered. Felix giggled, now lying at the bottom of the bed like a curled up cat with the bottle of red wine to his lips. The cat who got the cream - or wine, in this case.

“Deep?” Felix asked you, giving you a swig of the wine. You swallowed it as Hyunjin started to fuck you, deep and languid strokes that almost made you choke on the alcohol.

“Of course it is. You’ve taken it enough times, you should know,” Hyunjin quipped. You smirked at Hyunjin getting his own back, until Hyunjin was leaning over you, pressing you further into the sheets and fucking directly into your cervix. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan and gripping the sheets sharply with your fingernails. You didn’t even care if they were ripped afterwards. Hyunjin laughed, letting out his own moan as you clenched around him. “That feel good, darling?”

“Fucking amazing, Jinnie,” you hummed, arching your back for him. Your eyes fluttered closed, just enjoying the sweet drag of his length against your tight walls. You felt Hyunjin’s face covered in sweat from exertion falling to the nape of your neck. You turned your head, licking softly at Hyunjin’s lips until he was meeting you in a half-assed kiss. He was moaning into your mouth now, his previous restraint showing as he started to speed up his thrusts into you.

“L-Lixie?”

“On it, hyung,” You didn’t have time to ask what was going on until Hyunjin was positively whining, feeling his thighs clench behind you as his mouth dropped open against your shoulder. You realized after looking over Hyunjin’s shoulder that Lix was on his knees, taking small kitten licks at Hyunjin’s rim. Hyunjin’s eyes were fluttering shut, his forehead sweating and making rivulets of hair dye drip down his milky skin, his jaw dropped and moans coming out of his mouth unabashedly. He was loud, extremely so actually.

You realized rather quickly that perhaps Hyunjin wasn’t the dom he liked to seem to be, and you brushed his hair back with your fingers, pushing your ass up against his hips. “Feels good, Jinnie? Is my pussy nice and wet for you?”

“S-So fucking wet, darling, oh-!” His eyes widened as Felix’s tongue breached his hole, and he seemed to not know whether he wanted to rock back into Felix’s mouth or forward into your wet heat. “Shit, I- darling, I’m-“

“You can cum, Jinnie, it’s alright. You’ve been so good for us, treating us so nicely,” you hummed soothingly, letting out little punches of air as he kept thrusting into you.

“No, no, you gotta cum too,” he mumbled. With Hyunjin’s words, Felix reached down past where Hyunjin was fucking into your hole and rubbed your clit at a fast pace, making your eyes widen. Hyunjin smiled, still letting out moans. “Oh, yeah, there we go.”

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, Lix,” you praised, pushing your hips back until it was entirely you fucking Hyunjin, Hyunjin’s ass being pushed back into Felix’s tongue and you grinding your clit against Felix’s hand. With the combination of Felix’s fingers and Hyunjin’s long length, you realized it really wouldn’t take long for you to cum around him.

“Gonna- fuck, have I been good? Are you close?” Hyunjin stammered, his cheeks blushing as he asked you. Felix hummed into Hyunjin’s rim, pinching your clit between his index finger and his thumb sharply. You whined, nodding.

“You’ve been so good, made me feel so good,” you sighed deeply, rocking your hips just a few more times before another strong orgasm overtook you. Your jaw dropped, letting no noise out as your walls pulsated around Hyunjin’s cock. You tried to catch your breathing as you rubbed Hyunjin’s neck soothingly. “C’mon, be a good boy. Fill me up baby, breed this cunt, yeah?”

Hyunjin whined again, thrusting quick and fast until you felt his cum start to fill you up, the warmth overtaking your senses. He bit into your shoulder harshly as he came, before mumbling something about being good for you. You stroked the tendrils of sweaty, dark hair at the nape of his neck, murmuring sweet nothings soothingly.

Felix clapped his hands together. “Well! That was great. But Hyunjin, you’re fucking sweaty, please have a shower.”

You giggled, and Hyunjin threw himself off of you with a groan and a displeased noise.

“Can see why Felix is so crazy about you. That pussy is something fucking else.”

“Really?” You hummed. “Well, you’re both welcome to come back for more any time.”