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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 3 years

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Hi can I request a peter parker x barnes-Rogers reader (steve and Bucky's daughter) and me and Peter find out I'm pregnant with Peter's baby and we try to keep it a secret but everyone is suspicious of us cause I've been really poorly lately and Peter is being overprotective and one day Peter accidentally says "don't do that it could hurt the baby" or "and everyone freaks out and me, Peter and my dads have a long talk but everything is fine thanks xx

Unexpected

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barnes-Rogers! Reader

Requested?: Yes!

Word count: Almost 7k

Warnings: Pregnancy, some angst but thats it I think?

Author's Note: Yessssss this was so fun to write! Very excited to be back to posting on this page again. Thank you so much for the request! Hope to start adding in more content soon, so if yall have any requests feel free to send them in! And if you have requests sent in already, know that I love you and I will be getting to clearing out my inbox here pretty soon 🥰

Taglist: @just-that-bi-girl , @winterfrostsarmy

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In retrospect, the entire team should have realized what was going on with you a lot sooner. To their credit, most of them had noticed that something was different about you, but other than Nat and Wanda none of them had a guess as to what exactly that was.

The men appeared completely clueless in respect to the cause of the recent changes in you. Even Clint, a married father of three, hadn't caught on even after he'd seen you leaving the bathroom having clearly just thrown up. Tony had been the closest to figuring it out of the all men, having noticed your odd mood swings and crying fits as they became more and more frequent. He noted the same behavioral pattern as he'd found himself stuck in after the Battle of New York, and secretly worried for your mental well-being. He hadn't felt comfortable enough to broach the topic with you just yet though, instead opting to watch you from a distance for the time being.

The women, however, seemed to understand almost instantly what was going on. Nat had figured things out once she realized that you had been skipping training lately and noticed that you and Peter barely appeared to leave one another's sides for even a moment. Wanda based her guess almost solely upon the fact that she could just feel that something was different about you; your entire energy had changed in the last few weeks and she noted it even before Peter had. Both women had their suspicions, but had seemingly agreed to keep their thoughts to themselves until you were ready to tell the team what was going on.

Your dads were a different story altogether.

It took Steve and Bucky much longer to notice something had changed with their daughter, Steve longest of all. Either you'd done a great job of avoiding your Pops or he'd been incredibly unobservant (or more likely both), but he hadn't seen anything that he would've considered out of the ordinary for you.

That is, until today.

"AAAAUUUUUUGGGGH"

Steve was on his feet in an instant, sprinting into the kitchen at the sound of your enraged scream. He skidded to a stop and surveyed the room with a trained look for the source of danger, but found none. In fact, you and Sam were the only two in the space as far as he could tell. Sam's back was pressed snugly against the furthermore countertop as you practically cornered him, the older man clearly caught off guard by your sudden burst of rage. You flung your hands around wildly as you yelled, one gripping a box so tightly that your knuckles were beginning to turn a concerning shade of white.

Completely bewildered, Steve watched in stunned silence for moment as you fumed and screamed expletives at the slightly-terrified looking Sam, without any clear indication as to what had happened.

"I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU, YOU GODDAMNED ASSHO-"

"Y/N Barnes-Rodgers!" Steve scolded you finally, momentarily stopping your verbal assault. "What in God's name is going on here?"

Your eyes turned to your Pops' briefly before flickering back to glare in Sam's direction.

"Pigeon-brain ate the last of my oreos," you seethed, walking forward and jabbing an accusatory finger to Sam's chest, his hands instantly flying upwards in surrender.

Steve felt his jaw drop in utter disbelief.

“You-,”

“What’s with all the commotion in here?” Bucky interrupted, striding into the kitchen much as Steve had moments ago and joining his husband's side with a confused look on his face. Steve crossed his arms and frowned at their daughter.

“Apparently our daughter is screaming at Sam because he ate her cookies.” your Pops explained tersely.

“Not cookies, oreos,” you muttered, glare never wavering from Sam. You furiously threw the offending empty package roughly at his still bewildered face in lieu of another expletive. Sam was evidently so bewildered, in fact, that he didn't even flinch as the box hit his head and bounced pathetically to the floor.

Bucky raised his eyebrow.

“And that’s why you’ve been screaming like that?” he confirmed. You nodded, arms crossing your chest stubbornly.

Bucky shrugged, looking towards his husband with a look of indifference. “Makes sense.”

“No, it absolutely does not make sense,” Steve lightly scolded, glancing at Bucky with a pointed look before returning his gaze to you. “Y/N you’re completely overreacting. Apologise to Sam right now.”

Your mouth dropped open, and you gaped at your dads with an expression that was equal parts betrayal and rage.

“No.”

“No?” Steve repeated incredulously. He stared at you with disbelief, looking between you and Bucky like he was hoping he’d somehow misheard you. You met his glance with an equally stubborn look as you planted your feet solidly beneath you and tightened the cross of your arms. “What do you mean, no?”

“You heard me,” you spat, unwavering.

Sam merely looked confused as he watched the two of you argue, if albeit still a bit scared, but Bucky was sure his shock was evident on his face. You never back-sassed your Pops, not even when you were really angry, and Bucky only felt his disbelief grow at the prospect that your attitude was all due to a few cookies.

"Y/N, you don't get to tell me no," Steve ground out carefully, voice stern with a rare sort of parental authority he seldom had to use with you. In fact, Bucky was pretty sure he hadn't actually heard him use this particular tone since way back when you were a toddler testing the limits of your dads' patience. But unlike your three-year-old self, you didn't back down at your Pops' disapproving tone; in fact, you met his intense stare with a flippant roll of your eyes, deepening your dad's shock at your abrupt behavioral shift.

"He fucking knows what he did, everyone knows those oreos are mine," you snapped, eyes alight with a kind of fury the likes of which your dads had never seen from you before.

"Language!" Steve gasped at his daughter, his authoritative tone giving way to a spluttering one of complete disbelief.

"FUCK OFF!" you shouted instantly.

"HEY!"

Bucky had officially had enough. Irritation blossomed deep within his chest at the hurt he saw wash through his husband's eyes at your vulgar screech. Teenaged angst was one thing, but it was entirely another to blatantly disrespect Steve like you were. He still didn't know what was really causing you to act like this--because no way in hell could this be all over some oreos-- but he'd definitely passed the point where he even cared.

"Doll, that’s enough. Clearly you're upset, but you cannot speak to your Pops like that," he practically growled. You turned your attention to your dad with the same kind of indignant irritation in your eyes, a flash of fresh anger rolling across your face at the sight of Bucky's equally irate expression.

"You can fuck off too," you spat.

Bucky's jaw clenched dangerously, the muscle in his cheek jumping and twitching as he took in his daughter's crass retort. Sam had long since left the scene, the nearly suffocating tension officially too much for him to take. Steve's eyes went wide for what felt like the millionth time since he'd first walked into the kitchen. If he hadn't known something was wrong before, he undoubtedly did now.

You may not disobey him often, but you never snapped at Bucky.

Steve had long since accepted that, though you loved the two of them the same, you'd always liked Bucky more. A daddy's girl from birth, you and Bucky had always been inseparable-- so for you to now scream and curse at him like this was like a flaming-red flag in Steve's mind.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Excuse me?" Bucky hissed. The two of you faced one another, arms crossed and expressions grim. You planted your feet even more solidly underneath you, staring your dad down with a fury so intense it was almost palpable. If it weren't for the overall tension of the situation, Steve might've teased the two of you for your near-mirrored positions.

"Y/N? What's going on, I thought I heard yelling?" Peter asked as he practically skidded into the kitchen. He immediately joined you, face morphing into a look of utter concern at the sight of yours and Bucky's standoff. Steve braced himself, mentally apologizing to Peter for the verbal assault that was surely coming his way.

But it never came.

It was as if all the unwarranted anger was sucked from your body in a rush as soon as you caught sight of your boyfriend. Your face crumpled into an anguished expression, and Steve could see how the tears welled up in your eyes instantaneously. Peter clicked his tongue in pity and you thrust yourself instantly into his awaiting arms. He gripped you tightly, and you eagerly buried yourself further into his embrace. Face smashed tightly against his chest, you began to sob uncontrollably.

Your dads gaped at the scene, wide-eyed.

"S-sam ate my oreos a-and now everyone's mad at me, and I j-just wanted my snack!" you all but wailed, voice muffled by Peter's body.

Bucky blinked once as he turned to his husband, total confusion written all over his features. Steve just gaped in response, unable to formulate a semi-coherent thought, let alone words.

"Oh angel, it's okay," Peter cooed softly into your hair, hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly as you continued to cry. "I can go and get you more oreos; don't cry Y/N/N, I'll just run down to the store right now to get you some."

Lifting your head from his chest, you seemed slightly placated and hopeful as you sniffled and looked up at him.

"C-can I come with you?" you asked him shyly, tear-stained cheeks turning a slight shade of pink at your childish request. Peter smiled fondly down at you, clearly happy to see that you were feeling better.

"Of course, it'll be nice to walk with you," he smiled sweetly at you and lightly kissed your nose. You giggled as you removed yourself from his embrace before walking over to your dads.

"M'sorry I shouted daddys. Love you guys!" you apologized in a chipper voice before kissing both of the men's bewildered cheeks.

The two supersoldiers both stood in stunned silence as they watched you leave hand in hand with Peter, who briefly shot them an apologetic look before the pair were gone. Steve thought he heard Peter mumbling something to Y/N as they left, but the only words he could pick out were "not good to get so worked up", which only confused him further.

"What in the hell was that?" Bucky grumbled, face still crinkled with bewilderment. Steve simply shook his head.

"I have absolutely no idea. I've never seen her behave like that, have you?"

"Nothing like that, but she was acting funny the other day too," he frowned, recalling the scene he'd walked in on just a few days prior. "She was full out sobbing on the couch a few days ago over a toilet paper commercial."

Steve gaped at his husband.

"Sh-she...what?"

"Doll have you seen your Pops? I can't find him any-"

Bucky's question died in his throat as soon as he hit the threshold of the TV room. You were curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees as sobs racked through you. Peter sat next to you with his eyes crinkled in concern and hands rubbing gently at your shoulders as you cried.

"Y/N what's wrong, why are you crying?" Bucky asked. Feeling his protective instincts kick in instantly, he couldn't help but search the room with his eyes in search of any danger. Finding nothing, he narrowed his eyes at your boyfriend.

"Did he do something?" Bucky demanded. "Parker I swear to God if you hurt her I-"

"What? N-no I didn't do anything Mr. Bucky I swear!" Peter spluttered, eyes widening in fear at the terrifying look in your dad's eyes.

"Bullshit, then why's she crying like that? Of course you did someth-"

"N-no it's not P-peter dad!" you interrupted tearfully. "There was an ad on TV that just made me emotional okay? You know, the one with the boy crying in the bathroom and his dad offers him toilet paper for his tears?"

There was a beat of silence.

"Doll, you really mean to tell me that you're sobbing over a toilet paper ad?" Bucky asked, brows furrowed in disbelief. You sniffled as you nodded, and fresh tears began to pick your eyes once more.

"Yes! I mean it's just so inspiring," you blubbered. "I mean how often do you actually get to see a teenaged boy cry on TV? Never, cause toxic masculinity standards in this stupid patriarchal society we all live in say otherwise! And not only does the dad accept that his son is crying and is allowed to feel real emotions, he sits down to talk with him about them! I just got so happy thinking about all the little boys who will see this ad and feel the validation that they're normal for feeling sad every once in a while!"

Bucky just stared at his daughter with a blank look for a moment; he looked like he was unable to formulate a single response to the information he'd just been given.

"Well that's...uh….that's great I gue-"

"I can't believe you would just assume that me crying just had to be because of something Peter did," you interrupted, angrily brushing the leftover tears from your face. "It's so unfair, you always blame him for everything!"

"I-uh," Bucky stammered, flustered by the sudden change in your emotions. You scoffed and stood quickly from your spot in Peter's embrace, crossing your arms petulantly.

"It's true dad, you're always looking for something to yell at him for! It's so biased and unfair," you practically yelled. "Honestly it's such prejudiced bullshit. Some kind of outdated 'lock up your daughters' rhetoric that I can't believe yo…"

At some point during your impassioned speech you began stomping away from both your dad and Peter while still ranting. As your shouts became fainter and fainter Bucky found himself directing his dumbfounded expression at Peter instead. In a rare show of solidarity with your boyfriend, Bucky silently begged for an explanation as to what on earth had just happened.

Despite the way his heart was hammering wildly in his chest Peter remained silent. He offered only a passive shrug to your dad before he clambered to his feet and began following after you. If Bucky hadn't been caught so off guard he surely would've been suspicious at the visible sweat that was beading on Peter's forehead and the way the young boy's hands trembled as he quickly left the room, the question of what was causing your mood swings laying thickly unanswered in the air.

"What the fu-"

"She...a toilet paper ad? Really?"

"Yep, a friggin' toilet paper commercial," Bucky nodded solemnly. Steve blinked once, shaking his head.

"So what did you do?" he asked incredulously.

"Nothin'," Bucky shrugged. "She was so damned worked up that I figured she needed some space, and by the time I went to talk to her she'd already seemed completely fine. Thought it wasn't worth upsetting her all over again."

Steve snorted.

"Yeah right, you were just too scared you would make her mad again," he chuckled.

"Hell yeah I was," Bucky admitted freely, crossing his arms and shooting his husband a defiant expression. "You've seen her, you know how terrifying she can be when she's pissed!"

Steve chuckled once more, shaking his head fondly.

"Mmmm, and I wonder where she got that from."

Bucky narrowed his eyes and scowled at the implication, a surly look overtaking his features. Steve couldn't help but laugh outright at the expression on his husband's face; it was the exact same face you always made when you were annoyed, right down to the little pout in your lip.

"For the last time Stevie, she doesn't get that from me," he grumbled.

"Sure Buck, whatever you say," Steve laughed.

Though your odd behavior and mood swings were at least now on both your dads' radar, neither had any clue as to the actual reason for your sudden changes. The pair of them chalked up the incidents to little more than teenaged angst, however they had no idea how wrong they were nor just how soon they were about to find out what was really going on.

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"I don't understand Y/N," Steve stated carefully. "Why exactly don't you want to go with the team?"

You shifted your weight from foot to foot anxiously, huffing out a breath in mock annoyance and very real frustration.

You'd been in the training room, lightly working out with Nat and Wanda when your Pops and Tony had walked in to announce that there was an urgent mission that apparently would require the entire team. Internally cursing your timing, you'd tried to sneak out of the room unnoticed, but as your luck would have it, your dad caught you. Now you were stuck arguing with your dads, the attention and curiosity of everyone in the gym directed at you.

Your heart was thrumming wildly in your chest as you furiously racked your brain for some way, any way, out of this assignment and this conversation without an actual reason.

Well, a reason you were actually willing to give, that is.

"Why does it even matter?" you snapped, hoping that no one clocked the tremor in your voice. "It's not like you guys even need me anyways."

"Doll, you always jump at the chance to come with us," your dad interjected. "So what's so different about today?"

"I just don't want to," you whined, lying through your teeth. "I'm tired and I don't feel good."

"But you were literally just training?" Sam pointed out. You narrowed your eyes at him, irritation bubbling under the surface of your anxiety at the contradiction. The older man shrank back a bit under your firey gaze, the previous incident in the kitchen clearly prominent in his mind as he stepped behind Wanda.

Clint snorted.

"If you could even call that training," he mumbled under his breath. Your jaw dropped.

"What is this, gang up on Y/N day?!" you sassed as your arms flew to cross your chest defensively. Your Pops shook his head.

"We're just worried Y/N/N," he reassured, brows furrowed with concern. "You've been behaving very strangely lately, and this is just one more thing."

"Yeah doll," Bucky nodded, agreeing with his husband. "So what gives?"

Your pulse sped up once more at the direct question, a sickening feeling rising in your throat like bile at the realization of just how suspicious your dads were. Unable to think clearly through your panic, you did the only thing you could think of.

You scoffed in fake disbelief, rolled your eyes, and began stomping out of the room.

"Y/N Barnes-Rodgers!" your dad shouted in an indignant and angered tone. "We are not done talking about this!"

Damn.

"What?!" you whirled around, stomping your foot like a child. "I just don't want to go this time okay?"

Bucky's face turned red at your open defiance, but Steve interrupted before he could even open his mouth to snap back at you.

"No Y/N it's absolutely not okay," he scolded. You felt the burn of unshed tears prick your eyes as they searched desperately around the room, mind racing to think of an excuse that would get you out of this situation.

"But-"

"No, no buts Y/N," your dad barked, clearly having composed himself enough to speak once more. His arms were crossed as he glared at you, and the stubbornly annoyed look on his face was enough to make the tears in your eyes begin to fall. A feeling of utter entrapment and fear settled in your chest like a suffocating weight as you felt the hot, fresh tears stream down your cheeks.

"Doll, are you crying?" your Pops questioned incredulously. "What on earth is going on with you?"

"Nothing! I just can't go today," you blubbered, past the point of being able to hold back your sobs.

"You can't go, or you won't go?" Bucky asked pointedly, evidently not swayed by your tears.

"It doesn't matter," you cried desperately. Your dad's eyes bored into yours directly as if he was searching your brain to find out what you were holding back from him.

"It clearly does matter, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this," he continued harshly. "I'm not sure what it is you aren't telling us, but I don't even care at this point. Stark said he needs everyone and your Pops told you to go, so you need to get yourself together and go and get ready."

The tears were now cascading down your face in giant streams and your face was growing warmer by the second. You darted your gaze back and forth between the other team members' faces, still searching for some kind of last minute way out of this situation. Finding only curious or concerned expressions, you turned back to your dads with wide eyes. You felt your mouth go dry as your lips open and closed wordlessly, the severity of your current predicament weighing you down more and more by the second.

"I-"

"No. I don't want to hear another word from you Y/N," your dad snapped. "Go and get ready for the mission now."

"But she can't go!"

Time stopped for a split second as the entire room's heads snapped towards the desperate shout.

Peter had only just entered the training room, wondering where everyone was, when he caught the tail end of your dad's order. He couldn't help but blurt the first thing that'd come to mind, the implication of which only dawned on him afterwards. As he rushed to your side he shot you a sheepish look, and you internally cringed a bit at his slip.

Even though you were certain Peter's involvement would only further reduce your already slim chances of getting out of this mission without a full confession of what was really going on, you couldn't help but feel an inkling of relief as his eyes locked with yours. His hand immediately intertwined itself with yours once he'd reached you, and your belly fluttered with a warm tinge of comfort with the simple touch.

True, things were probably about to go sideways for the both of you, but at least Peter was here to go through it by your side.

"Excuse me Parker?" your dad spat incredulously, eyes blazing with anger at your boyfriend's outburst. "I don't recall asking you for your opinion on my daughter or what she can or can't do."

Peter stood a little taller as he looked Bucky straight in the eyes with an unprecedented amount of determination.

"She can't go." he practically growled, eyes stern and unyielding as he openly defied your dad. He was standing a half-step in front of you, tense back partially shielding you from the rest of the team as he spoke.

Even with his face turned the opposite direction you could see from his profile the way his brows were furrowed and how dark his normally chocolate brown eyes had gotten. You felt a slight shiver run up your spine at the fiercely protective energy Peter was radiating, and your heart felt a bit lighter at the way he stood up to your dad on your behalf. You squeezed his hand in an effort to ground him, and he softened marginally as he glanced back at you.

Your dad however looked as if he might combust soon based on the way his eyes bulged out and his face turned a concerning shade of red.

"What's that supposed to mean Peter?" Steve interjected carefully, his hand reaching up to rest comfortingly on his husband's shoulder.

"It means exactly what we said," Peter said firmly. "Y/N cannot go on this mission today."

The team watched the interaction between you, Peter, and your dads with their heads bouncing back and forth between the four of you like they were watching a tennis match. Not a word had been uttered from a single one of them, and yet they stood completely transfixed as they waited patiently to see the outcome of the argument.

"And why, pray tell, is that Parker?" your dad hissed, scowl etched across his features.

Peter's eyes traveled to yours, irises swimming with a silent question. Realizing that there was no way out, you took a steadying breath as you nodded softly and squeezed his hand once more in reassurance. Peter smiled at you fondly before dropping his smile and turning back to your parents.

"She can't go because...it could be bad for the baby."

You could've heard a pin drop in the training room. No one made a sound, no one even dared to breathe. The shock in the room was palpable, but you couldn't be bothered to even glance at anyone other than your dads, their reactions the only two that mattered to you in this moment.

Though you'd expected a rather explosive reaction from your parents (especially from your dad), you were met instead with blank stares. Your dads were simply staring at you and Peter in stunned silence, and their lack of a response actually frightened you more than the screaming you'd been anticipating for weeks now. The beat of silence seemed to stretch on eternally, though in reality it was probably no more than thirty seconds. You watched nervously, your hand becoming sweaty in Peter's as you waited. Finally, your Pops blinked and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Bad for the wha-"

"I SWEAR TO GOD PARKER THAT'D BETTER BE SOME KIND OF DISGUSTING PET NAME FOR MY DAUGHTER."

Ahhh. There it was.

Your dad had clearly broken through his frozen thoughts enough to respond, and you would've laughed if you weren't so terrified. He looked positively furious; his eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them and his face had darkened from red to an almost purple color that looked painful to say the least. His murderous gaze was hyper-fixated on Peter, and you couldn't help but step in front of your poor boyfriend in an effort to take some of the heat off him.

Peter, evidently, was having none of that, and he frowned before pulling you backwards and tucking you into his side tightly. If you hadn't been so focused on your dad right now you might've rolled your eyes at his over-protectiveness. Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of his embrace as you took a steadying breath.

"It's not," you responded as calmly as you could manage while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your throat. "I'm pregnant."

Silence enveloped the room once more, and you could've sworn it was even more awkward than the first time. It must've been, because you could see Nat and Wanda ushering the rest of the team out of the gym out of the corner of your eye. You weren't quite sure if you were grateful for the privacy or more scared of how your dads would react now that you were alone.

Your dads stared at you and Peter with wildly different expressions. Steve was staring off into space and looking as if he was either going to throw up or pass out soon, and Bucky still looked as if he was about a half a second away from murdering Peter with his bare hands. To his credit, Peter was still standing by your side with the same look of determination as before despite this, but you could feel the way his pulse was hammering through his veins as he too carefully surveyed your dads' reactions.

You stood quietly, trying to be patient as you watched them, but the suspense and anticipation quickly became overwhelming and you couldn't help but blurt,

"Say something!"

Though both their gazes snapped up to your face with your plea, yet neither your dad nor you Pops said anything. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to explain yourself.

"I know that you're probably in shock or angry or maybe both- and honestly that's completely fair!" You rambled breathlessly. "I know we're still only eighteen, but I really think everything's gonna be okay? Really, I do. And I'm so sorry about today, believe me this isn't how we planned on telling you at all bu-"

"You're not coming on the mission," Steve interrupted, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "Nor is Peter. Your dad and I will be back later, and we're all going to have a long discussion."

It felt like all the air was sucked out of your body as you watched your Pops pull your dad towards the training room exit. You hadn't been fully sure of just how you were going to tell them, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that it would come out like this. Tears once more welling up in your eyes, your heart sank as you realized just how disappointed and angry they were.

"I love you," your voice cracked as you called to their retreating forms, unable to bear the sight of them leaving without reminding them. They both paused in the doorway, and without turning back both muttered that they loved you too before they were gone.

As soon as they left you immediately twisted yourself and thrust your face into Peter's chest, the tears flowing steadily as you sobbed. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking form, lips finding the crown of your head and hands rubbing soothingly across your back.

"Th-they hate me now," you whispered brokenly into Peter's soft hoodie in between sobs. "They hate me Pete, they're n-never going to forgive me for this!"

Peter shushed you quietly, gentle lips kissing your hair as he began to sway you back and forth slowly.

"They don't hate you angel," he soothed. "They're just surprised. Disappointed in the timing maybe, but they'll get over it. I promise."

"I never wanted it to go like this," you cried as you pulled your head from his chest slightly. Peter's hands left your back for a moment to come and rest on either of your cheeks. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before retreating upwards to look deep into your eyes.

"I know you didn't sweet girl, but it did," he said gently as he brushed away some of your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "It did and it's going to be okay. We'll talk to your dads when they get back and clear everything up. And no matter what, you and I are going to get through this together, okay?"

You sniffled softly, nodding sadly. Peter's eyes were swimming with guilt and dejection at the sight of the empty expression on your face. He didn't know how to comfort you in this situation, but it was like every molecule in his body was demanding he do so. He leaned down once more to press a loving kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.

You sighed, head retreating back to his chest once your lips disconnected. Sadness was still swirling in your stomach and you just longed for the feeling that being in Peter's arms brought. He seemed to understand perfectly- as he always did- pressing his cheek to the top of your head and wrapping his arms tightly around you without a word. The two of you stood there for a while, bodies entangled as you continued lightly swaying back and forth. Peter's hands continued to roam up and down your spine and your tears began to slow and dry.

Eventually you hummed, stepping back and up on your toes to press an appreciative kiss to Peter's face. He smiled as a faint pink tinted his cheeks at your display of affection. You giggled, slightly amazed that even after everything you two had done, something as simple as a peck on the cheek could still make him blush.

"Thank you," you said quietly, looking up into his eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at you in confusion.

"For staying with me through all that. I mean it's you, so I wasn't really worried...but my dad can be really frightening. So thanks," you half joked.

Peter chuckled lightly as he pulled you back into his arms once more.

"Of course angel. Told you, I'm never going to leave you. Even if your dad is super scary. You two are stuck with me now. I'm never ever going to leave you or our baby," he vowed quietly into your hair as his hands reached down to rub the small but growing bump in your tummy lovingly. "We're gonna get through this all together, as a family."

You felt tears well up in your eyes once more, but this time out of sheer love and happiness.

Damned hormones.

"You're gonna be such a good daddy Peter," you whispered gratefully. Hearing the slight crack in your voice, Peter pulled you away from his chest gently to wipe your tear stained cheeks once more.

"Hey now, no more tears today," he scolded playfully as he tugged you across the room. "When's the last time you ate something? We have the whole kitchen to ourselves now, and I bet my babies are hungry!"

You chuckled lightly as you allowed him to pull you along with him towards the kitchen. All the while, he chattered happily about the new article he'd just read about the specific nutritional needs pregnant women have, and your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. You were still apprehensive about the upcoming conversation with your dads, but you were definitely feeling better. As much as their approval and involvement would mean to you, you'd come to the conclusion that as long as you had Peter by your side everything would work out alright.

Somehow.

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"Petey, are you sure you don't need any-"

"No! Nope. I've got this," your boyfriend interrupted stubbornly. You signed, hand absentmindedly rubbing across your swollen stomach as you watched him struggle with the latch on the new crib the two of you were setting up.

Well, the crib that Peter was setting up.

It'd been a few months since the team had found out about the newest upcoming addition to the Tower, and you'd decided that it was time to begin decorating the nursery. Tony, of course, had offered to have someone come in to do all the heavy lifting, but Peter was insistent that he be the one to set everything up. His protectiveness over you and the rapidly growing child you were carrying had only increased as the months went on, so much so that you were lucky now if he'd even let you stand for long enough to watch him put the baby's furniture together. It was endearing, really, how much he cared for the two of you, but you'd be lying if you said that you weren't becoming a little frustrated with how little you could do to help.

"Really Peter, I can help," you grumbled, annoyed. "I'm pregnant, not disabled."

"Of course you could help angel, but I don't need help," he grunted, eyes never leaving the mass of parts around him. "You already have to do all the work of growing and housing our baby, the least I can do is build the crib!"

"Housing?" you teased, quirking an eyebrow.

"You know what I meant," he grumbled, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his growing frustration.

Peter was clearly losing his grip just a bit as he struggled to make sense of the instructions that had been provided with the pieces. He sighed, throwing the pamphlet down on the ground before trudging over to where you stood, leaning against the changing table that he'd put together a few days ago.

"I've engineered web-fluid from absolutely nothing, re-built computers from scratch and yet I can't even manage to put this stupid bed together," he whined as he dropped his head down onto your shoulder in defeat. "M'gonna be a terrible father."

"Ohhh bubs," you cooed sympathetically, smile falling quickly and heart lurching at the tone of pure dejection in his voice.

You wrapped your arms around him, one snaking around his back and the other cradling his head. Your fingers began instantly carding through his chocolate-brown locks as he nuzzled his nose lightly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. His hands wound their way around your waist too- or as well as they could with your round tummy in the way- and his own hands began absentmindedly tracing patterns over your bump.

"Peter you have to know that isn't true," you soothed, kissing his cheek softly. "You're going to be an amazing dad."

He hummed non-commitally.

"You think you're not?" you challenged, fingers halting their dance against his scalp. "Do the thing."

He raised his head from your shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion.

"What does that have to do with-"

"Do the thing," you interrupted sternly. He sighed and knelt down, grumbling inaudible complaints as he went. Once he was face to face with your bump he placed his hands on either side, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your stretched-out skin.

"Hi baby, it's me, your daddy," he spoke softly into your stomach, lips so close that you shivered with each breath that ghosted over your clothed belly. "I love you so much."

The baby responded instantly at the sound of Peter's voice, feet jabbing out and kicking excitedly from within just underneath where his hands lay. You felt your heart skip a beat at both the feeling the movement in your belly and the sight of the dopey smile that lit up Peter's handsome face as he felt his child's kicks. You rubbed over his hands lovingly and smiled down at him.

"See bubs? He starts throwing a party in there every time you do that. He loves you so much already, that's not gonna change," you reassured him softly. Peter's smile dropped just a little.

"But the crib-"

"Fuck the crib," you responded stubbornly. "You are the most caring, sweetest, and most thoughtful person I know Peter. You're going to be the world's best dad."

"Whoa whoa, believe we're the ones with the mugs that claim that title," a voice chuckled from the doorway.

You smiled fondly, eyes darting to find the sight of your Pops leaning casually against the frame of the door with your dad standing just behind him. Both had amused smiles on their faces, and you grinned widely. Even Peter smiled as he rose to his feet and wrapped one of his arms around your back to pull you into his side.

"Okay, third best dad in the world then," you amended, grinning.

"That's better," your dad piped up, smiling. "Now what's this I hear about a faulty crib? Sam said he can hear Peter cursing all the way from his room."

Peter groaned, tilting his head backwards in exasperation as you laughed out loud.

"It isn't faulty, I'm just an idiot," Peter grumbled. Everyone but him chuckled, and your dad walked further into the room. He clapped a hand on Peter's back as he grinned at the younger man.

"Normally I'd agree with you, but I know if I do Steve will bring up how Y/N had to sleep in the bassinet for like 6 months because we couldn't figure out how to put her crib together."

"You mean you couldn't figure it out," your Pops snorted from his place in the doorway. "As I recall, I was not allowed to help with the furniture because you were determined to figure it out on your own."

Bucky shrugged, seemingly indifferent to his husband's insinuation.

"Whatever. Point is, I wanted to see if you wanted some help putting it together. Thought I might be able to give you some tips," your dad continued. Peter's smile widened, and he nodded eagerly before your dad knelt down to help try and make sense of the directions.

The discussion after the incident in the training room had gone much better than you would've ever imagined. Both your dads had been relatively calm once they'd returned from their mission, and surprisingly there had been no screaming, no crying, and no threats towards Peter from Bucky like you'd been picturing. The four of you had sat down together and had a long, mature discussion of what your plans were in terms of raising and caring for your child, and by the end your dads had even seemed enthusiastic about the prospect of being grandparents. Their involvement and excitement had only grown in the following months to the point now that you felt silly for ever having been frightened to tell them.

And now as you stood watching your boyfriend and dad work together to put your child's room together, tears began collecting in your eyes and you felt your chest warm with feelings of overwhelming love. Steve, noticing your tears, moved to wrap his arms around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder. Rubbing your belly lovingly, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over you for the men in your life and love for the little one that you'd all be meeting soon.

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baeklination · 3 years

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htbagn, 4

MINO

Date:210526

Warnings/Contains: SMUT 🔞, oral (giv/rec), fucking, fingering, masturbation, cumshot, G.E.L.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader x Mino (Song)

WC: 2,2k

NOTE: It wasn't that long ago I told anon I had no plans for Mino - but then I saw the Songzio ads.

Waiting on the elevator someone comes up to wait beside you. A little too close for comfort, you think, and take a step to the left as casually as you can.

"You usually move-"

You know the voice instantly and almost snap your neck with the speed you turn towards.

"Mino... What the... You're back", you greet him getting into the elevator. "When d'you get home?"

"A couple of days ago", he says cooly, basking in your appreciation.

You immediately notice he's different - and not just his new blonde hair and tan.

"And you didn't think to tell us, huh?"

"Did you miss me that bad?", he asks, giving you the up-down, sucking in his bottom lip.

"We missed you plenty, but I'm not some faint hearted schoolgirl, so this...", you reply, putting your hand under his chin, not fazed by his tricks.

Being caught, he breaks into a laugh, his shoulders bobbing up and down.

"So when can I come up?", he asks, keeping the door from closing with his foot as he gets off.

"Missed us too?"

"Every night", he smiles crookedly. "Both of you."

You find Baekhyun sitting by the computer in his home office.

"Guess who's back…", you whisper in his ear, giving him a semi hug from behind.

It takes him a few moments before he swivels the chair around, wearing an excited smile.

"He's back?"

"Yep. Ran into him in the elevator."

Baekhyun's hands hold the small of your back as you sit down to kiss him.

"He said he missed us…"

"We better invite him over", he suggests, pulling your body closer to his crotch, sucking on your lips.

"I think he's a little different." Noting the question on Baekhyun's face, you continue. "I couldn't put my finger on it… More...aggressive?"

"Really..? Then we really should invite him…"

•

"You were gone quite a while this time", Baekhyun says, sitting down by the table next to Mino, across from you.

They look as if they decided to match their outfits; Mino in black with his blonde hair, Baekhyun in white with black hair.

"Yeah, the shoot dragged on for so long I'd've only had time to get in the door before I had to turn around and leave again, so I stayed out. That video you guys sent kept me company during my cold nights...", Mino replies, obviously eager to get started.

"Oh, something tells me you found other ways to keep warm, Mino…", Baekhyun smiles.

"I have no idea what you mean", he chuckles and runs both hands through his hair. "Unless you're talking about my request?"

"It's a good one. I like it."

"Well, why wouldn't you, honey", Baekhyun says, unbuttoning the top part of his shirt. "It's all about you."

"If I'm not mistaken it includes all of us…" You tilt your head and look at Mino. "Didn't it?"

He nods and sinks down a little, dragging his hands along his thighs as if he's fixing creases on his trousers. Baekhyun puts his hand on him and looks at you.

"Why don't you be a doll and help Mino out, honey..?"

The pleasure Baekhyun derives from seeing you perform - on someone else, but always for him - is evident by the bulge on display in his own trousers as he gets up. He stands behind you, softly pressing your nipple between his index finger and thumb while you watch Mino get ready. He's cocky in the way he unbuttons his shirt with one hand and roughly pulls it off to reveal his tattooed torso; in the way he smirks when he pulls down his trousers to let his cock bounce out and rest on his stomach. Just as he grabs your fingers to move you closer you feel Baekhyun's lips on your neck.

You bend down, stopping at Mino's face, waiting for him to make his first official move. He chuckles and guides your lips to his parted ones, gently sucking, tasting, getting reacquainted, while letting his hands play like feathers on your body. When your light fingers find his cock and stroke it his kisses turn harder and he raises his pelvis, wanting more.

"Don't tease him, honey", Baekhyun says in a soft voice.

"Mm, yeah, don't tease me", Mino echoes.

The head of Mino's cock is perfectly smooth pushing past your lips to bury itself at the back of your throat. He swears under his breath and lets his hand rest on your head. His thickness fills your mouth completely, but there's no strain; only enjoyment at slowly and continuously swallowing him. He sucks in air and deeply moans it out again and again, still raising his body upward. Giving him a glance you see his head is on the back of the chair; and behind him stands Baekhyun, running his fingers through Mino's hair, looking at you with ever growing arousal.

"Ah, shh… That mouth is sweeter than I remembered…", Mino praises you.

"You're exactly as I remember." You cock your head. "At least in my mouth…"

Challenge accepted, Mino drags you off the floor with a smirk and pushes his body against yours, meaning for you to get on the table. In a flashback you recall he's not putty in your hands when it comes to fucking - it's only Baekhyun he allows to lead him.

He pulls your panties to the side and takes his time enjoying the view. Taking a deep breath he exhales with a smile on his face.

"You smell sweet…"

The way it's beating between your legs you know you're glazed all over. And if you couldn't tell yourself, Baekhyun's tilted head, tongue playing in the corner of his mouth, would. It turns into a slack jaw and knitted brow as Mino guides his cock to your entrance. The ease with which it glides in is back-archingly electrifying; the kind of pleasure that runs through your entire flesh, yet it's illusive and delicate - a wind rolling through. Mino feels it too, seemingly releasing it through his mouth with a whistling moan. Every thrust brings a new wave of tingles with nowhere to go but sit and build up. Seamlessly he moves into a quicker pace and press your legs to his sides to keep you in place. The smacking and squelching are the icing on the proverbial (fucking) cake. Baekhyun puts his hand on Mino's shoulder.

"Save some for me."

"Yeah…"

"Ten…", Baekhyun starts counting.

He lets his trousers and shirt fall to the floor, giving you a chance to see the silhouette through his boxers before pushing them down as well.

"Zero", he whispers, putting a soft hand on Mino's waist.

"Fuck…", he groans, gritting his teeth and rests his head on your chest.

You laugh, patting his head and get a smile back as he slips out. Baekhyun pulls your panties off and gets you standing, where he takes off the rest.

"Bedroom?"

"Living room? If he's gonna be on his knees…", you say and look at Mino. "Or..?"

"Your bed's pretty high. Living room", he nods and leads the way.

Baekhyun comes up behind you in the hallway, pressing himself tightly against your body as he takes a deep breath and hums, delighted. His cock is hard against your back, his fingers - searching - are soft. He finds your entrance and slides it in. Just as you lean into it he stops and smacks your ass.

"Go on."

Your tiny acknowledgement of the burn earns a laugh from the living room and a cheeky play of the tongue from Baekhyun.

Mino's waiting on the carpeted floor with impatient anticipation as you make yourselves comfortable. The arrangement is almost like the very first time you had Mino over.

•

Baekhyun's chest is warm against your back, steadily filling with air and then sinking. He pinches your nipples, giving extra weight to Mino's tongue lapping over your clit. He isn't bothered by you grinding on Baekhyun's throbbing cock; his mouth follows along exquisitely, kissing, softly sucking - moaning.

There's a pause in his motion and out of nowhere, you get the full vibrato of Baekhyun's deep whine in your ear and feel a shift of his legs. Looking down you see Mino's mouth on his balls, giving him almost the same gentle treatment you just got. Baekhyun grips your thighs and presses upwards, pushing the root of his cock tight against your entrance.

"Shit…baby, look at my good boy…"

"Your?"

Mino winks at you.

"Don't be...mmh...don't be jealous", Baekhyun coos and puts his fingers to his mouth before placing them on your clit, gently circling it, running them along either side of it.

Mino bites himself in the lip with a glint in his eyes. You can tell there's something on his mind - and you're pretty sure you know what it is. Liking where he's going, you introduce the idea to Baekhyun.

"Baby..?"

"Mm-hm?", he replies, nuzzling your neck, still rolling his hips.

"You want a little g-spot attention?"

He chuckles and looks at Mino, who in turn nods at him.

"You're spoiling me today", he says, inching down a bit and opens his legs further. "Go ahead."

Mino wets his finger and carefully presses it in, little by little. Baekhyun pulls you down and holds you close against his body as he in turn presses deeper into you. His breathing is thick with pleasure, exhaling deep moans into your ear.

"Fuuck…"

Satisfied he's found the right tempo, Mino again directs his attention towards you. As if Baekhyun's cock lodged deep, his sounds ringing clear and warm hands isn't enough, Mino parts you folds with his free hand and starts giving you teasing flicks with his tongue before sucking a vacuum - just on the edge of painful - on your clit and releasing it with a groan. Not pausing, he does it again - lightly this time - both tongue and plush lips enveloping you over and over. Baekhyun's movements meet with yours; they're small so you won't disrupt Mino, but with both of you getting special attention you don't need much for the build up to start. Spreading your legs further you bury your hand in Mino's hair as his mouth is firmly planted on your pussy.

"Shit, I'm gonna come", you whisper faintly, in so asking if Baekhyun wants to come first.

"Okay…", he moans back, he himself swept up in complete pleasure. "Go first, baby… Ah, shh..."

Mino's eyes glint when they meet yours, happy his request is so well received, before he places his tongue flat and rubs hard. Baekhyun squeezes in as tight as he can - the deep climax he's created inside spilling out in a circle around your entrance. You push down on Mino's head as your quick breaths are accompanied by the tightening of your body before it relaxes in enormous shakes as he takes you over the edge.

The clenching proves too much for Baekhyun, who draws a whistling breath and grips your waist and fucks you roughly from underneath. You love it when he can't control himself.

"Harder, baby", you urge him on.

Mino moans. His free hand is now round his cock, pumping as it's leaking pre-cum.

Baekhyun's pelvis beats into your ass just like his short whines hit your ears.

"Oh, shit…", his voice rattles, his sync jumping.

His beating turns to deep, hard thrusts, pressing your waist down on his cock as he comes, spraying his cum into you with hitching wails.

"Shit", he sighs out of breath, bringing his hand to your breast. "I love when you come on me", he says kissing your wet shoulder.

"Me too", you chuckle, still catching your own breath. "What about you, Mino?"

"I think you should come on her", Baekhyun suggests, stroking your breasts. "Don't you think so, honey?", he coos.

"You want that, Mino?", you ask, wetting your fingers and running them alongside your clit.

He stands up, cock thick in his grip as he watches.

"You still hard?"

Baekhyun snorts and starts rolling his hips as he's still inside you.

"You wanna see me fuck her..?"

He still feels good in you, pulling out long before rounding back in - all for Mino's viewing pleasure.

His eyes are dark as he watches, his faster pumping bringing moans of content from him.

"Hold me", you say to Baekhyun as you bring your knees up.

He does and Mino groans at the full view.

"Be a good boy and cum down my girl...", Baekhyun prompts, seeing he's on the verge of coming.

His thighs get taut, his stomach tight as his huffs and moans get louder. He drops his head back with a whine, shutting his eyes tight before breathing out heavily, watching as he spurts out cum over your stomach.

"Fuck…", he chuckles seeing the mess, hand at his shaft.

He sits down - lays down - and puts his hand on his head.

"Shit… I wasn't lying when I said I missed you", he laughs.

"I know what you mean", Baekhyun agrees, getting up from under you. "I was planning on taking her - you", he points "...from behind while you were getting a blowjob…", he says, sauntering to the closet to get you a towel.

"I think your hands were a bit too magic, Mino", you smile at him.

"Yeah", Baekhyun raises his eyebrows "You should go away more often."

#baekhyun smut #mino smut #htbagn

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han-shinsuke · 3 years

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Lately, I noticed some changes in Nishinoya's behaviour towards my brother's friends. He seemed to discern whatsoever I can't figure out myself by just looking at them. Those kids, well, they weren't kids anymore to begin with, are like siblings to me. Basically watched them grow and had good times with them.

"What?!" as long as I can, I will keep my cool even though the mist on the corner of my eyes are already on the edge, "undress." Yuu repeated, forcing me to back away againsts the cold wall of the bathroom. He came unannounced in the training hub and dragged me back home. Luckily, my parents and brother are not around, so there would be no witness. My man had broken his own phone by smashing it in the garage.

"Your room fucking smell like them especially that San Catalina dude! He has his scent all over you." To my dismay, Noya spat and slammed his built against my small ones. Constantly squeezing my body with his fury.

Jealousy has taken over. He was blinded by it and I couldn't do anything to calm him unless, I wear the dress he bought and completely obliged to everything he would have to say.

"I told you, Yuu! They used my room for their final defense and there's nothing amiss with giving them congratulatory hugs!" I pushed him with my hands and he responded by blasting the shower on, drowning our bodies with heavy splashes. "don't make me tell you twice, Rei. You wouldn't like it." He wrecked my clothes from the outer down to the inner pieces, murmuring words meant for hell.

"Fuck. Fuck. You stinks of his scent. I swear I will fucking cut his throat for leaving his stench on my property!" I chose not to speak or drop a comeback or we will both burn each other with our fire. Nishinoya operated me like a doll and washed me thoroughly until the scent that pissed him go away.

"You fucking wear the lilac dress, Rei. I want your legs spread for me when I join you on the bed." I was pushed out of the shower and I just sighed. He's taking a bath and I need to prep myself for him. I blower dry my hair, put on his favorite perfume and wear the damn thin dress that would make his rage diminish.

I sat on my bed and sighed again. The last time I had sex with him was almost a month ago. I remembered joking him to find someone he could get laid on but he bantered expertly and had me sobbing due to his rough movements at his apartment. Damn. Yuu is devilishly good in bed.

"Hmm... pretty," Yuu commented as he walks towards my spot. He was wearing a greyish robe when he situated beside me. "I want you to ride a goddamn pillow for me, Rei. You can do it. I know you can."

Never imagined Yuu has this kind of fantasy in him. I have been a good girl for him and I have always do whatever he pleases to quench his thirst for sex. There were times when he urged me to watch an adult film with him and then, at the middle of it, he would attack and destroy me really bad. Nishinoya Yuu is an agressive one.

"Y-Yuu... I-I can't." And I'm really scared and it's kinda embarrassing to have a man watch me hump a pillow.

"Ssshh..." He shushed me with his lips and bit and tugged my red ones between his teeth, "obey me, babe or I will find San Catalina and kill him for real."

The terror and bloodlust portrayed on his face are telling me that I should follow and calamity would be avoided. To be the cause of someone's death was never in my wishlist. Fidgeting, I climbed on the bed and kneel in the middle. Noya, handed me a pillow and sat on the foot of the bed, smirking.

“Part your knees, Rei.” The room temperature increased and so my heartbeats. The pillow was shoved between my thighs and it’s not only my knees that gone separated. My mouth honed an ‘O’ when my cunt came in contact with the edge of the pillow that surprisingly has vibrator inside, “alexa, full speed.” Nishinoya smirked as I trembled. A smart sex toy!

“Aah, gosh!” my hands couldn’t find where to hold or who to hold and that made me, even though it is embarrassing, I ended up gripping my left thigh and right bosom as I rode with the toy’s rhythm, “gosh~ so fast, Yuu aah!” Lust. That’s what he can see in my eyes. Lust and thirst and excitement. Sex is scary. It could turn someone into a complete different person when fed with pleasures and desires.

My eyes were closed but my hands were hard and tight. I gripped the soft flesh and gave little attention to the small pear on the centre, “you are so fucking hot, babe~” I opened my eyes and met his beaming orbs. Nishinoya pointed a finger on the wall and I couldn’t agree more. There’s a full length mirror appended on it. I saw and watched myself in delight. I looked hot while bouncing my cunt and ass against the vibrating pillow and to make the fire go wild, I let go of my breast and let it bounce with the waves that my body is creating.

I was closed but the toy suddenly put on a halt. I sighed and pouted my lips. He removed the pillow between my thighs and thrown it somewhere in my room. Nishinoya discased himself and set down on the bed. His erection was as proud as him. It really looks hard and fat and I couldn’t help but wish to ride it as soon as possible. But the man had other plans in mind. He asked me to sit on his face and I did, “ooohhh~ hold on, Yuu aaahh~ don’t lick me so quick shit.” It was just his tongue that poked my clit but I’m already quivering and humping my core against his warm mouth.

“Cum in my mouth, babe and let me do the work in juicing you dry,” the time he have given wasn’t that enough to grasp the situation fully. He inserted his long tongue into my cunt and swirled and flicked the sensitive muscles that lies in there, stroking the part that had me desperately gasping for air as I squirt in his mouth and filled it with my orgasm. Knowing him, it will take exactly twenty minutes to put Yuu on his high but when it was me, that won’t take long because I don’t have control over it.

“Shit, Yuu~ it feels good~” down on the land, I still hump my cunt against his mouth and he didn’t mind. Instead, he wet my folds and everything in it with his saliva. Licked my labia and sucked the clitoral hood to help me pick up on the another level of heat we were bound to cross.

Nishinoya moaned between his dirty motions and I interpreted it as a ‘go’ to hump and bounce further. Reaching for his hot palms, I put those on my bouncing breast and he grabbed them with needs as he ate and slurped my essence in silence.

The times I moaned and gasped his name couldn’t be measured through counting numerically. It doesn’t matter at this hour and at this fiery moment. He had a grin on his lips when he stopped. I stood on my feet and offered him a hand. Nishinoya eyed me proudly as he watches the juice drips down my thighs down to my ankles. I received a spank from him and I yelped from the sharp pain.

“Spread your legs for me, good girl,” I was put atop of my working desk and he rolled the hem of the lilac dress above my chest and squeezed my other sensitivity with force. I bit the inside of my tongue and wailed in my mind.

“Aahhh goshh~ what the fuck, Yuu!” he spat thrice on my folds and drenched my entrance with it and I have to admit that for a second, I thought it would be a help me accommodate his size but I was wrong. He grown an inch and probably, it gotten fat also or it’s just me loosing the familiarity of his possession. My head bent backwards and the veins on my neck became visible when he goes all the way down to my cervix, bruising it with his thick and hard cap, “Yuuu hhnnggg~” I sobbed at first and then cried afterwards while struggling to push him through his toned abdomen.

But he grabbed my both hands and pinned them above my head while his other hand gripped my neck.

“Yuu... pleaseee aahnnggg~” I was tight and he’s huge and he’s half-choking, half-caressing my neck as he pulls slowly but push harder and deeper.

He seemed to lack of sympathy so he just chuckled over the pain I was feeling by having his length inside me.

“Please, drill deeper and faster? You don’t have to ask, babe~ I always go deeper and faster and harder to make a point and instill the fact that you’re fucking mine alone.” Another hard thrust entered my core and I let out a long wail of pleasure and pain. My legs were trembling really hard with each rough drill and Yuu just laughed it over. Resuming his merciless waves against my hips and there, I realised, I had no choice but to moan, cry and gasp his name. With those, he would reach his peak and I will get a break.

The shaking and moaning didn’t stop even after he reached his orgasm. He unloads his semen and injects his head deeper against my cervix. The first round ended with me crying and shaking and pushing him off.

“Yu–Yuu, pl–please pull out...” and he didn’t. He goes vastly in depth of the place he loves to ruin, “no way.” He says, smirking.

#love #haikyu #haikyuu #smut #imagines #imagine #anime #fluff #nishinoya x y/n #hq nishinoya #dirty imagines #nishinoya x you #nishinoya dom

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pillow-anon · 4 years

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Hey, could I get some Dom!Spot x Reader x Dom!Race? Like.. maybe Spot walks in on Race and reader's fun time and he just hops in like, "I'm apart of this now-"

okay im gonna do my best on this one, i’m still figuring stuff out with my writing but i hope you like this and sorry it took so long!

tw // degrading?, double penetration, light choking, unprotected sex

Challenges

You and Race had been together for a little over a year now. It meant you guys were comfortable with each other, you loved one another. You were horny with each other all the time still, too. You guys would practically do it anywhere, bathrooms, bedrooms, the kitchen, the shower, and actions were definitely exchanged in a dressing room.

You were just comfortable with each other, and Race did exactly what you liked. He was dominant yet he cared enough to keep you safe. Thats why you were sneaking up the stairs at your own party with him, alcohol lightly running through your system and giggles escaping both of your guys’ lips.

You pushed your bedroom door open and shut it quick behind you without locking it. You were quickly pushed against it with hands running over you, under your clothes and down to your butt before you jumped into Race’s arms. He brought you to the bed and climbed on top of you. His hands were quick to take the jeans and top off of you after he took his own shirt off. His lips were always so quick.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He smiled against your skin at the top of where your bra started. He nipped lightly.

“I want you. I want your cock in me.” You said breathily. He smiled and came back up to kiss your lips. He just pulled your bra off and kissed down your chest when his fingers slipped down and rubbed you through your wet underwear.

“Have I got you all worked up love? My little slut always wants me huh?” His words sounded harsh, but there was always a tone of “i love you” in them. It made you warm. You smiled and hummed, lifting your hips into his hand.

He pushed you back down with the one hand and scoot down to pull your underwear off. “Not so fast.” He kissed your thighs and made his way to suck on your clit for short moments, just waiting for the sweet reaction he could get. Your head leaned back and you let out a small moan as he continued to lick up and down. His tongue was fast and his hand reached to play with your nipples. The moans were loud, but the music was louder.

The party was fine downstairs but at that point in the night people began to wonder where the host was. Spot was appointed to search the upstairs, and his first stop was the bedroom. When he opened the door Race was buried between your legs and your eyes were shut as you held his head down. It felt great, but to an outside viewer it may not seem like you were having a super time. So he watched for just a moment or two. He watched as you bit your lip and arched your back. His pants only got tighter. Then he pushed the door further open and announced his presence. He couldn’t just leave this.

“Holy shit.” Spot stood in the doorway, a smirk trying to creep onto his lips as he fought a laugh at his own actions.

“Spot what the hell man?” Race had pulled away and wiped at his lip.

“Theres no way you’re eating her out properly if thats how shes reacting.” He told him. You had slowly covered yourself up with your hands and a pillow.

“Oh my gosh okay well shes my girlfriend, not yours.”

“Okay well I could please her ten times better than you could at that rate.” Race was defensive. He liked bets and challenges.

“Oh I’d like to see you try.” He shot back. That comment made you gasp quietly, and Spot cock an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” He stepped in and kicked the door shut.

Race didn’t know how to react, he just looked to Spot then back to you.”

“I mean— only if thats okay with you.” At that point, you were a horny mess that would be lying if you said Spot threatening to be better than Race didn’t turn you on. So you nodded, and Spot was walking towards the bed while taking his shirt off.

“I’m apart of this now.” He teased. Race moved from his spot and kissed you hard. Meanwhile, Spot was taking the opening now they he moved.

“I’ll be gentle with you baby, but you’ll be screaming my name by the end of the night.” Race looked offended, but knew he had a challenge on his plate. You knew you felt exposed but more excited than ever.

Spots lips felt different than Race’s. They were still warm but they were more...present. You liked the feeling of them as they kissed down your stomach to where Race was buried moments before. You didn’t kmow how to feel about someone new down there.

“Oh my-“ you wrapped leg around his head and leaned your head back when the pleasure started again.

“Can you suck my cock baby? Be the little slut you are?” Race was on his knees, and he pants were now off and on the floor. “Don’t cum for Spot unless I say so.” He mumbled. You nodded through a small moan, then opened your mouth for Race. His legs were on either side of you, and his cock was inches deep in your mouth. You bobbed your head, but he also thrust a bit. You gagged and spit, but that was usually part of the game with you two. Race’s noises were probably some of the loudest in the room.

“God Higgins shes got you so loud just like that. I may have to fuck her for you if you blow your load so early.” Spots finger swiped between your folds and teased your entrance. You moaned against the other.

“Bold of you to assume I can only go once, or that you’d get her to cum at all.” Once again, a challenge was placed. Spot slowly pushed a finger in and began to pump slowly as he kept his mouth attached to your clit.

“Guess we’ll just have to see.” Race thrust a couple times and held onto your hair.

“Oh yeah just like that baby, oh, you’re gonna make me cum. Make me cum doll.” He thrust a couple times, then came quick. You swallowed and wiped at your lips. He pulled out and ran a hand on your cheek. “Good girl.”

“Do you wanna try to take us both?” He asked nicely, though it was a bit teasing. But no matter the inflection it made you ache and you nodded.

“Gosh, I’ll do-“ you moaned as Spot hit a certain sweet spot. “-anything.” Race kissed your forehead and climbed off of you.

“Get up Spot.” He pulled out and away from you, having heard what Race was asking before.

“Bottom or top?” He asked him. Spot was pulling his belt off.

“Bottom, I’ll give you the advantage.” He teased. “Little whore will still be moaning bout me.” You sat up and pulled your hair up and they got situated. You had never had a threesome like this before, but you had done anal with Race a couple times and you didn’t dislike it enough if you did it multiple times. Spot climbed onto the bed, and you smiled before you kissed him. He was caught off guard but kissed you all the same.

While you and Spot got closer Race got the lube and handed into to the other. He pulled away from your lips to put some of the lubricant on his fingers. He reached down and slipped a hand to your hole, making sure the lube was spread before he kissed you again and pushed in a finger slowly.

The sight made Race insanely jealous, but also intensely turned on, especially when you were realeasing those sounds. He jacked himself off for a moment before he could take his turn. He had to wait for Spot to be ready. It took eight minutes too long and it was driving him crazy. Once Spot was pushing in with you on top of him Race was moving. He held your jaw and kissed you hard, showing that you were still very much so his and not Spots.

You kissed back through a hum and a moan and almost screamed when he slowly pushed himself in.

“Oh my- fuck!” He leaned your head back and held yourself up against Spot. This. This was heavenly. Spot was thrusting upwards, and Race was holding your hips as he pounded you at the edge of the bed.

“That feel good? Whos fucking you better huh? Who makes you scream?” Race wrapped his hand around your throat gently and kissed you as the whole bed rocked. Spot had his hands roam all over your body, and his own noises were low and rumbly. He mumbled curses and your name as you rocked on his cock.

“Make Spot cum baby.” Race whispered. “Make him cum and then you can. I know you want to. I’ll pull out, and I wanna see you fuck him so good that he cums first okay? And if you cum first then we’re gonna have to deal with that later hmm?” You hummed and nodded, then whined when Race pulled away. You pulled off of Spot as well, who whined and looked confused.

You turned around and faced him, then lowered yourself down onto him. He held your hips, and you began to rock quickly. You put your hands on his chest and bounced quickly. His moans became louder and he mumbled your name as he pounded up to meet you.

“You’re gonna make me cum, doll. You wanna make me cum and not Race hm? Such a slut move, making him watch.” He got louder and louder and his thrusts got sloppier as you felt him tense up. When Spot came his thrusts were sharp, and you pulled off. You could feel his cum go down your leg as Race came back over to the bed.

“Can’t control yourself huh?” Race teased. “Babys got you all worked up like the little slut she is.” He came over and climbed onto the bed.

“If you want. I know she’ll suck you off again.” He told him. Spot was surprised to say the least, and you just wanted to cum. Race kissed you again and pushed in fast. He thrust slowly, and Spot was getting situatied by your head at the edge of the bed.

“You’re being such a good little whore for me tonight. Treating Spot and me so well. I’m gonna fuck you into next week.” His thrusts were still slow, but as soon as your mouth was open and he could watch you suck off Spot, he was moving fast. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, and your gags were enough to get him going. He pounded into you hard and you moaned against the other, who was holding tight onto your hair and mumbled names and curses. When Spot came for the second time so did you, letting out a moan that was practically a scream as his cum fell down your cheeks. Race kept up his speed through your high and came moments after. You were trembling when he quickly moved to clean you up with his tongue, mumbling against you at how sweet you taste and how much he loved you.

Spot and Race both took care of you for the time afterwards, and while they had a minor rivalry in the night, you assured them they both were wonderful. It was a time that you all would remember vividly, you dreaming about it, and the boys making sure it would happen again.

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Gosh that was...a lot. I hope its good and not too crazy or not enough like I said I’m finding what I’m comfortable with and I hope I can grow to become better!

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