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TodoDeku/DekuBowl~Stuck in Wall

Summary:

After graduating from U.A., class 1-A isn’t quite ready to part yet so all move into one of Momo’s family’s extra houses, roomed with their other halves and some additions from other classes. One night, during another ill-advised drunken game of truth or dare, almost everyone admits to having a crush on Deku at one point or another, and Midoriya admits to a fantasy of being used by the class during a truth about wildest fantasy. This is how the next weekend, Midoriya found himself shackled in the middle of the living area, ass-prepped, and unable to see behind him. He had to stop agreeing to that game.

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Stuck-In-Wall,, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Kink Negotiation, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Deku Bowl - Freeform, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Tentaclit, Mina Ashido Has A Tentaclit, Iida Tenya Has a Big Dick, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sero Hanta Speaks Spanish, post-sex cuddles, Cum Inflation, Inflation, Banter, Degradation, Mechanical Tentacles, Consentacles, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Dacryphilia, Polyamorous Relationships, Class 1A Has Graduated, Sero Hanta Is A Whore, Marijuana Use, alcohol use, cock shaming, Hair Pulling, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Oviposition, Kinky Slut Shaming, Praise Kink, ruined orgasm, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Gang Bang, Consensual Mind Control, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Mind Control, Aftercare, Bondage

“Oh, yeah.” Ochako laughs, taking another sip from her cup. “I had a huge crush on him first-year. Aoyama giving me shit about it was actually what made us pass our midterm.”

“Oui, she turned red as a tomato. I can’t entirely fault her though.” Aoyama chimes in with a dramatic sigh. “I used to try courting him with cheese, but alas, I fear I just scared him instead.” He giggles, with a blurry look to the giggling greenette. “Sorry, again, hon.”

“All good.” Midoriya giggles, taking another drink himself. “But wait. That makes Sho, Uraraka, Aoyama, and I know Kacchan when we were little.” He brushes off the half-hearted threat this gets him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say every male-attracted person in the class liked me.”

Mina’s eyes shoot to him with a wicked grin and he suddenly feels like he’s in danger. “A pause on truth or dare! Everyone! Raise your hands if at any point you’ve had a crush on our favorite broccoli boy!”

Midoriya flushes, a bit flustered, but quickly turns red when, along with the already mentioned people, Iida, Hatsume, Denki, Jiro, Sero, Shinsou, Monoma, and Camie (dating Mina) all raised their hands.

“I- w-what? I- uh-” Midoriya just stutters, rendered as flustered as he was as a first-year.

“Congrats. You’ve managed to render the nerd speechless!” Bakugou cackles from across the circle, leaning on Kirishima who is trying to help him not slosh his drink everywhere.

“Babe, you raised your hand, too.” Kirishima laughs, finally just taking the cup away.

“Oh my gods, I finally shut the damn nerd up!” Bakugou yells. He had two drinks and was no longer allowed anymore.

Midoriya groans, taking another drink as he looks to his boyfriend for help only to see a look that means trouble and decides to just down it instead. “Sho…?”

“Wait, so everyone here who likes dick, also likes my boyfriend?” Todoroki asks in his usual, seemingly oblivious way. It was entirely an act this time.

“Looks like it, Todo.” Mina laughs, clinking plastic cups with Camie.

“Interesting.” He hums, before changing subjects. “So, it’s Uraraka’s turn now, right?”

Everyone is drunk enough at this point that they don’t question it and continue the game, only succeeding in getting everyone drunker. No one even notices Todoroki texting or Kirishima checking his phone.

“And that’s how I got the scar over my eye.” Kirishima finishes, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Anyway, Mido-bro! Truth or dare?”

“Truth!” Midoriya answers immediately, having seen the dares the Baku-squad is capable of and wanting none of it.

He regrets it immediately at the shark-toothed grin he gets. “What’s the dirtiest sexual fantasy, our favorite cinnamon roll has had?”

“Nothing about him is a cinnamon roll,” Bakugou mumbles sleepily against Kirishima’s shoulder. He crashed pretty fast once he was cut off.

This gets a few giggles, Midoriya included as he thinks about it. “I mean, second-year I had this dream after falling down a weird part of the internet where I crashed through a wall during training and got stuck, and no one could get me out and then it just shifted to the class lining up and railing me while I was stuck, and yeah was definitely a wet dream. Why the girls had straps during training, I never bothered to question but yeah, it was hot.” He grins with a hiccup. “Locker rooms provided plenty of material.

The living room is dead silent as many red faces stare at him in shock before multiple eyes turn to the people in the room capable of making this happen.

“Momo!

“Hatsume!”

“Todoroki!”

“Sero!”

“Please make this happen!” They call in unison, regardless of who they turned to.

Surprisingly, it’s Sero who chimes in as the voice of reason, high rather than drunk and used enough to the feeling to think. “As much as I’m down for tying the bunny up, and fucking him slowly until he cries, maybe we should wait until morning when everyone, especially Mido, is sober. Also,” Dark eyes turn to Todoroki. “Are you okay with this?”

“I’m the one that told Kirishima to ask the question.” Todoroki snickers mischievously. “He told me about the dream so I wondered if he’d actually say it out loud.”

“Shooo~ Meanie!” Midoriya giggles, leaning over and kissing him. “I love how cool you are with sharing.”

Todoroki smiles, face suddenly a lot softer before he turns back to the other. “I just ask to be allowed to watch…minus Jirou, I know Momo will probably join, and that'd be like watching my sister fuck. I’ll be leaving for that one.”

There’s some whispering, but everyone who wants to be involved agrees to these terms.

“Cool.” Sero nods, standing up with a clap. “Now then, since we’re at the point of arranging basically orgies, I think it’s time for bed. Shins? Mind helping me get the protesters?”

“Yeah, I can help.” Shinsou yawns, putting out his own blunt. “Let me get my blondes settled first, and I’ll be back down for the stragglers.”

“Bet. Thanks, man.” Sero grins lopsidedly. “Anyone who remembers and has the balls to, feel free to bring it up in the morning, and we go over terms. Now,” he drops his voice into a tone that has a few people straightening. “Time for bed.”

As Shinsou and a wine-drunk Monoma drag a crossfaded Kami towards the stairs, Aoyama, Ochako, Hagakure, Momo, and Jirou rush past blushing with their significant others in tow while Sero chuckles muttering something about bottoms before looking to the stragglers.

This little move just left Mina and Camie who are trying to continue partying, Kirishima and Bakugou with Kirishima gathering the passed-out blonde to carry him to bed, Shouji and Tokoyami who are asleep in the blanket nest Tokyami made in the corner at some point, and Todoroki and Midoriya. Sato and Koda are also still present, but they both volunteered to be the sober babysitters and are trying to wake up Shouji and Tokoyami so they can go to bed since the nest apparently isn’t the best for overnight rest even if movie nights beg to differ.

Sero watches how Sato offers a grumpy dark shadow a cupcake so he’ll help wake them up, the darker of the couple blinking in irritation before thanking them. He watches the silent couple along with Kirishima and Bakugou head up the stairs before he turns to who will undoubtedly be the trouble makers.

“Come on guys.” Sero chuckles, walking over. “To bed.”

Midoriya and Mina have been whispering about something and both giggle before they turn to Sero with smirks that can only mean trouble. “Make me!”

Camie bursts out laughing at the dark looks that pass over both Sero and Todoroki’s faces, both obviously affected by the bratty response.

Sero’s eye twitches. “I hope he remembers in the morning. I think a little bunny needs to be taught a lesson.”

Todoroki nods, pulling Midoriya close and smashing their mouths together in a drunken kiss. “I swear, I’ve trained him better.” The heterochromatic man almost growls.

“Well, he’s also drunk.” Sero chuckles, pupils swallowing his already dark irises. “Fuck, I hope you join when I fuck him.”

Todoroki raises a curious eyebrow before smirking. “If you wanted us both you could have asked sooner.”

Sero just gives one of his lopsided grins. “In my defense, you have this possessive air, so if we hadn’t heard about that sort of foursome and now this tonight. I wouldn’t have known and was not looking to get my ass kicked.”

Todoroki nods, picking a giggling Midoriya up as he stands. “Fair enough. Good night, Sero.” He gives a half-lidded look. “And if this happens, I’ll definitely join you.”

Sero doesn’t even try to hide how he adjusts his sweats as Todoroki turns away to wrangle the squirming greenette to bed. “Fuck he’s gonna kill me.” Sero groans before turning to the remaining troublemakers. “So are you two going to go to bed, or do I need to peel our purple house cat from his cuddle pile? The rest of the party went to bed, and you were cut off hours ago.”

Mina pouts as Camie giggles, giving her a little peck and whispering something. Sero can imagine what it is by the way Mina’s eyes light up and she drags her girlfriend down the hall to the room they claimed when they moved in months before.

Sero just rolls his eyes with a chuckle before he turns to the responsible of the new adults. “Thanks, guys. Sato, the brownies were on point as always.” He laughs, fist-bumping the buffer man. “Want help cleaning?”

“Nah, it lets us recharge after being around all of…” Sato gestures at where the rooms are. “ That for so long.” The sugar hero laughs. “Thanks though.”

“No problem man. Koda?” Sero peeks around the hulking brunette to their resident JSL user. “You might want to have something fluffy ready for Midobro in the morning when he probably remembers what he admitted. He’s probably going to freak out.”

Koda nods, smiling as he signs about the chinchilla he just adopted.

“Sounds perfect.” Sero smiles before a yawn escapes him. “Good night, guys.”

“‘Night!” Sato calls as Koda signs the same before Sero turns and drags himself to bed. He doesn’t know when he became the emotional support stoner, but he wasn’t really complaining. He liked his new role but knows he’s going to be in for it tomorrow.

~~~

“Shoooo~!” Midoriya groans, from where he has his head in the toilet nursing a hangover. “Why in gods’ names did you have Kirishima ask that?! Why did you let me answer that?!”

“I would like to blame it all on the alcohol,” The dual-haired man sighs, offering Midoriya a hangover drink and actual water, “but I would hate to lie. The alcohol gave the idea, but you were also staring at Iida’s…dick print?” He nods when he gets a grunt signaling he used that right. “At his dick print when he was dared to strip and I thought you would start drooling when Jirou described the biggest strap they own during a truth. …There was also something about watching Sero smoking a blunt that may have messed with my judgment. I’m sorry, Izu.”

Midoriya groans and Todoroki can see the red tinting his ears even before he lifts his head to accept the drinks with a thanks. “Why are we such disasters?”

Todoroki smiles, placing a kiss on green curls. “If it helps, I heard them talking in the kitchen when I went down to get these and it sounds like they have agreed to not bring it up unless one of us does?”

Izu scrunches his nose, mumbling something about morning breath even as he smiles. “That does, yeah.” He hums, thinking as he drinks the offered drinks, leaning against his boyfriend when the taller sits next to him. “How about we get some food in us first, then I’ll decide if I want anything else in me, okay?”

Todoroki chuckles, nodding. “That sounds reasonable.”

Izuku nods in return, stretching as Todoroki helps him up. “You do know you can just fuck Sero, though, right? We agreed just let the other know and you want to watch if it’s me so you can go for it, babe.”

Pink colors Todoroki’s left side before he kisses his boyfriend again. “Have I mentioned I love you?”

“Hmm, I think you’re behind a few hours since we slept in.” Midoriya giggles, before pulling Todoroki after him. “Now come on, Sato probably made his hangover special right?”

“Mhmm, some has already been set aside as a bribe I think.” Todoroki nods, chuckling at how Midoriya’s ears color once more.

“I don’t have to fight my way to breakfast? Maybe I should be a hoe more often.” The greenette manages to joke even if he looks like he wants to hide under a blanket at the thought.

“That is literally the entire reason you’re able to get through.” Todoroki smiles, chuckling at the way Midoriya’s ears flush.

“Shush!” The greenette huffs as they make it to the stairs. “Should I just get it out there you think?”

“If you want to.” Todoroki hums. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“...Ugh! I really want to, but let’s be real, I’ll probably combust trying to get it out.” Midoriya groans, hesitating at the top of the stairs.

“Want some help?” Someone speaks up suddenly, making Midoriya squeak and spin around before he relaxes when he realizes it’s just Shinsou.

“Oh, good morning, Shinsou.” Midoriya sighs. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. Underground hero stealth is hard to turn off when you had Aizawa drilling it into you for almost three years.” The tired man yawns. “Want some help, though? You’re talking about the stuff from last night, right? Denks said everyone agreed to let you make the first move, but you’re also…” Shinsou trails off, gesturing at the entirety of the fidgeting greenette. “Yeah.”

“I’m working on it.” Midoriya pouts but ends up sighing again. “No, I should probably be the one to say it…eventually…okay yeah if I ask you to can you make me tell the truth?” He groans.

“Not a problem. I’ve been trying to get less…scared I guess of my own quirk, and I’m still too tired to care as much.” Shinsou agrees, yawning again.

“...When was the last time you slept? You’re working mostly nights, right?” Midoriya frowns, slightly stalling but also actually worried, knowing what Shinsou’s dad’s quirk is.

“My blondes have been helping me get better at it don’t worry. Denki’s just a menace when crossfaded and so is drunk Monoma.” Shinsou assures him with a tired half-smile that looks too much like their former homeroom teacher. “Now you have probably two cups of coffee before I’m awake enough to be hesitant so probably figure it out before then.” He yawns again as he starts making his way downstairs.

“...Are wepositive he’s not Aizawa’s secret-love child?” Todoroki whispers once the new underground hero is out of earshot.

Midoriya can’t help the surprised laugh that leaves him at his boyfriend’s antics. “Babe, theyliterally did a DNA test to prove your theory wrong. Yes, we are positive.” He giggles, grabbing a chilled hand. “Come on, let’s go down.”

“They could have faked the results.” Todoroki insists. “Aizawa-sensei has underworld connections, doesn’t he?”

“Shooo.” Midoriya groans, chuckling. “It’s Aizawa-sensei we’re talking about. He’s tired and overworked as it is, he’s not going to waste time forging DNA results.”

“But he could.” Todoroki insists, a slight pout on his lips.

Midoriya can’t help but kiss that pout before he pulls the other into the kitchen with him. “Good morning, all.” He grins, trying to ignore the flush threatening to creep up his neck.

“Morning, Midobro!” Kirishima is the first to grin, being one of the few not awkwardly staring red-faced at their breakfast. “How you feeling?”

“Like I was Detroit Smashed and not in a good way.” Midoriya groans in response, sliding into a seat and looking at Sato gratefully when a hangover breakfast is slid in front of him on the table. He flushes as red as Kirishima’s hair, however, when he realizes what he said. “I- um, I mean-”

“Midoriya?” Shinsou asks over the rim of his kitty-themed coffee cup.

“Please.” The greenette groans, flopping his head on the table.

“You sure?”

“Ye-” Midoriya’s eyes fog over as he goes silent.

“Uh…Shinbro? Is there a reason you brain fuzzed Midobro?” Kirishima asks, sliding in across from the spacing out OFA user.

“I offered to help if he didn’t think he could get an answer out on his own. Didn’t think he’d ask so soon, but I don’t think he expected to make a sex joke.” Shinsou yawns, looking back to Midoriya. “Now tell them what you wanted to say.”

“I want as many of you that are willing to rail me until I can’t possibly cum for the next month.” Midoriya mumbles in a monotone. “I wanna be bound and unable to move where any of you can just walk in and use me whether I even get to cum or not and I just have to take it. I wanna be absolutely ruined and dripping and-”

Shinsou releases his quirk, ears flushed red as he drinks his coffee. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I get the point.”

The girls-minus Hatsume-and Kaminari and Monoma are flushed red, but everyone nods in agreement.

“Yeah, I definitely get it.” Sero laughs, playing with a green curl on the flushed head next to him. “Was it really that hard, conejito?” The tape user hums teasingly.

This time there were groans from both Midoriya and Todoroki. Midoriya from embarrassment and Todoroki from Sero speaking Spanish. This at least got enough of a laugh out of Midoriya to help him back to the conversation as he nods shyly.

“It’s embarrassing.” He mumbles, finally starting to pick at his food. “Not every day you get the chance to live out one of your wet dreams.” A small smirk graces his lips. “Helps that Sho is now in just as much trouble, though.”

"Shush, you." Todoroki huffs, face hiding in Midoriya's curls even as he peeks up at Sero.

After a few seconds, it's Kaminari who finally speaks up. "Alright-" He squeaks before clearing his throat and trying again. "Alright, um, so if we could maybe stop eye fucking each other right in front of my salad." He jokes, ignoring Monoma's jab at the sugar abomination sitting on his plate. "How we doing this? You wanted to do a stuck-in-the-wall thing right? Well, we got Todobro who can make a literal ice wall- though not sure how safe that is long-term-, Hatsume who can def make something probably terrifying, Momo who can probably make a stockade-type thing, or our friendly dom spiderman Sero. Whatcha think?" Kaminari rambles, obviously trying to ignore his own embarrassment."

"Well, Sho isn't a big fan of using his quirks in the bedroom." Midoriya starts, finally starting to eat and humming happily at the grease. "Fuck, that's good. Anyway, Hatsume might be interesting, though I'd definitely want to see whatever it is first to make sure I'm not going to die." He looks at the pinkette pointedly from across the kitchen. "I don't know how Ten lets you get away with half the stuff he does but the marks you leave are truly scary sometimes."

He can't help but shake his head at the manic grin he gets as Iida tries to sputter out an excuse. "Don't even, Ten. We've all seen Aoyama's neck after you get back from a long mission. You're no saint."

"Mon Dieu, no more drinking for you." Aoyama laughs dramatically, even as his face flushes bright red.

Midoriya just snorts as he continues answering Kaminari. "Whatever Momo makes will probably be the safest with how meticulous she is." He nods, eyes trailing to the self-proclaimed resident bicycle smirking next to him. "Though I'm sure you have plenty of experience of how to not leave tape burns yourself." It doesn't escape him how multiple people in the room turn red.

"Plenty." Sero grins. "Though that's half the fun."

Midoriya blinks for a second before pulling his phone out and scrolling for a second and nodding before switching screens and smirking back. "Neither of us have any photoshoots for a while. Sho keeps pouting he wants someone to go feral on him and apparently I'm too soft on him." He ignores the whine above him. "Think you can fix that, Sero?"

Mischief sparkles in dark eyes as they trail up to meet pouting mismatched ones. "Oh, I'm sure I can figure out something. I even have a few ideas now if I can borrow him for a bit?"

There's a needy whine from above him and Midoriya chuckles. "Have at him. He can fill you in on limits and such."

"Bet." Sero grins, hopping out of his seat and scooping up a very frazzled Todoroki with strength his still slim-looking build does not give away only seeming to fry Sho’s brain further. “Come along, copo de nieve.”

Steam rises from Todoroki’s fire side as he’s carried back to the stairs. He seems to stutter something before just hiding his face in Sero’s neck and letting out a whine even as he gives Midoriya a thumbs up from behind the lanky boy’s back.

Midoriya just snickers, waving to his boyfriend to have fun before he turns to the others, a little more at ease now that his normally stoic boyfriend is equally embarrassed. “So who’s fucking me, and when are we doing this?” He grins, digging back into his breakfast.

Chatter picks back up as people start staking claims and arranging schedules. So far he knows for sure that Todoroki, Sero, Iida, Hatsume, Aoyama, Jirou, Camie, Uraraka, ShinMonoKami, and the Bakusquad all plan to have a go while Momo and Hatsume are talking logistics. Sato and Koda agree to cover for Midoriya and Todoroki so they don’t have to witness this insanity, and by the time breakfast is done, everything is figured out and a shirtless, smirking Sero is coming back down the stairs to retrieve water and fruit. There are multiple whistles as he turns back around and reveals the number Todoroki has done on his back.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about him needing his back blown out, huh?” Mina laughs as she starts helping Jirou with the dishes. “Momo, you might want to make the dummy some cream before he starts showing them off in shoots.”

Momo’s bright red as she wordlessly does as is asked. “One of you should take it to him.”

Kirishima laughs as he snatches the container, heading up the stairs with his own set of hangover drinks and a plate of food. “Thanks, Momo. I’ll drop it off on my way to Kat.”

“Make sure he actually puts it on! Sho is still working on his quirk trauma, and will probably clamp up if those scar too bad.” Midoriya warns, taking his plate to the girls at the sink. “I’ll come get him in a few. He’s like an annoyed cat if he’s pulled from cuddles before he’s ready.”

“Gotcha, Midobro!” Kirishima calls back before the heavy sounds of him running up the stairs sound.

From there, everyone disperses to their various tasks of the day. Some ran out the door for their patrol shifts, others were helping others nurse their hangovers, some doing chores for their rotation, and others just enjoying their day off. This, minus hangovers, is basically how the rest of the week went too. About halfway through the week, Urarak and Jirou were called away on long missions so unfortunately had to drop out, but expressed hope that all went well so they could join in next time. Midoriya was a bit bummed, but every now and then, they would find Momo and Hatsume playing with things in the living room and gradually constructing a contraption that looked as terrifying as it did fun so that feeling didn’t last long. You could definitely tell Hatsume was part of the design and Midoriya had to wonder what half of those things even did, but knew he would find out soon enough.

~~~

“Hey, Midoriya,” Shinsou calls tiredly down the hallway on the decided-upon day. “You ready?”

Midoriya is somehow still able to blush at the thought, but nods. “Yeah. Ready whenever you guys-” He consents before things go fuzzy and he has the out-of-body-esque experience of Shinsou hefting him over his shoulder, and bringing him downstairs where others were waiting to start.

As he’s strapped into the weird contraption the girls constructed, he can vaguely see Todoroki already relaxing in a chair to the side and internally smiles at how excited his eyes look before a sort of inflatable innertube expands to hold him in place like he’s actually stuck in a wall. Once he’s secured, Shinsou releases his quirk, and Midoriya groans before trying to look around.

He quickly realizes that the weird contraption has it that he can vaguely see Todoroki in the corner of his vision, but can’t see behind him at all. He tries to wiggle and squirm, but the thing just moves and adjusts like there's actual rubble holding him down and he groans again as he lets himself fall limp to await his fate. He hears shuffling and snickering behind him before he feels familiar duel temperature hands playing with the strap of his shorts.

“Guess I get to open you up for them.” Todoroki chuckles from the other side of the wall, mismatched temperature hands sliding the gym shorts down over his ass and taking the offered lube.

Midoriya flushes, knowing over half his class is currently staring at his ass and he tries to cross his legs in a late act of modesty. He doesn’t get very far in this action before not only do his shorts trap him, but Sero comes over to pull them off and tape his ankles to the contraption to put him on full display. Midoriya is so distracted by how red his face has gotten that he doesn’t realize Todoroki lubing up his fingers and spreading his ass cheeks until one of his long fingers is working its way past his rim and a groan is ripped out of him.

Midoriya squirms as he’s quickly and almost methodically opened up, Todoroki seeming to make sure that he works the greenette as close to the edge as possible without letting him cum. It isn’t long before he’s pulling his fingers back and Midoriya whimpers for more.

“Sho~ No! Please, I’m so close, please Sho, please.” Midoriya whines, squirming in his restraints and groaning as it adjusts to act like moving rubble.

He just hears Todoroki chuckle behind him before the dual temperatures move away and Midoriya is left completely exposed. He hears some more whispering for a few seconds before a dramatic sigh breaks through the noise.

“Mon Dieu, I guess I will just have to go first since none of you can decide.” Aoyama sighs dramatically, no doubt strutting over before Izu feels delicate fingers across his back. “You are all free to watch, but otherwise I will be sure to inform you when I am done with mon lapin.”

Midoriya really doesn’t care who fucks him first at this point, he just wants something in him again. There’s more shuffling, probably of some leaving to wait their turn before Midoriya feels a much larger hand cover the other.

“I didn’t think you were actually capable of topping with how much of a pillow princess you are,” Iida whispers just loud enough for both men to hear but in a voice Midoriya didn’t think he was capable of that makes a shiver race down his spine. “Honestly didn’t think that cocklet of yours was good for anything other than giving away how much you love crying on my cock.”

Midoriya didn’t think Iida was capable of saying such things but he hears Aoyama moan and puts together this is their normal.

“Guess it will be a good warm-up to take some real cocks as the night goes on, though I’m sure even Todoroki’s fingers did more.” Iida finishes off with a barely audible growl that has Izu wishing he could see the look in the bigger man’s eyes that he’s sure would make him cum on the spot.

Aoyama whimpers and Midoriya can feel his hand shaking now as he apparently lubes up his cock with the other before he feels it pushing into him.

It definitely wasn’t the thickest thing he’s taken and it’s probably barely at average length, but Midoriya groans nonetheless, just happy to have something in him.

“Aww, listen to him try to spare your feelings.” He hears Iida hiss in the blonde’s ear as delicate fingers flex against his hips. “No need to be nice Midoriya. You can probably barely feel it, can you?”

Gods he hopes he talks like that to him later.

“Ten~” He hears Aoyama whine behind him as he starts thrusting when Midoriya wiggles his hips. You can tell he doesn’t top probably ever as he starts up an absolutely sloppy pace, obviously chasing his own pleasure as Iida eggs him on with filthy taunts in his ears.

“Ah-Aoyama~” Midoriya whines, squirming to try to get stimulation where he needs it and huffing in frustration when the “wall” just keeps adjusting around him and leaving him completely at the mercy of the inexperienced blond using him as a cock sleeve.

“Mido, Izu, nngn~ Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry.” Aoyama whimpers, making no attempt to adjust his pace as he approaches the edge embarrassingly fast. “So good. So warm. Izu~”

“Look at you. Can’t even last long enough to satisfy him. Pathetic. You should know by now you’re only good for crying on my cock with my hand making a pretty collar around your neck.” Iida growls, hand coming up to Aoyama’s neck based on the way the blonde’s breath hitches.

A few more thrusts and Aoyama is crying out with his release while Midoriya cries out in frustration, being nowhere near his but having no choice but to sit there and take it as his ass is filled with the blonde’s cum.

“Sorry, sorry, Izu, sorry.” Aoyama hiccups as he pulls out, a thin line of cum connecting his cock to Midoriya’s hole before it snaps.

“Shhh. You’re okay, baby. Midoriya has plenty ahead of him.” He hears Iida coo now in a much softer voice than before, and Midoriya would be more annoyed if it weren’t oddly cute.

More shuffling and a huff tells him that Iida’s probably carrying the small blonde away as he promises to come back later and Midoriya is left waiting once again.

His impatience is probably what makes it feel like so long before a warmer than usual hand smacks his ass causing a yelp before it tangles in his hair.

“Kacchan~” Midoriya moans at the rough treatment to his curls.

“Looks like you get to choke on it this time, nerd,” Bakugou smirks, pulling down his sweats as Midoriya feels a rough hand on one of his ass cheeks that must be Kirishima.

“Don’t ruin him too much, babe.” Kirishima chuckles from behind him. “Others want to hear him scream too.”

“Tch, I could probably bruise his damn vocal chords and he still wouldn’t shut up.” Bakugou tsks with a roll of his eyes before they train back on Midoriya. “Now open up, nerd.”

Midoriya narrows his eyes, sticking out his tongue before ultimately doing as he’s told when Bakugou pulls on his curls once more and rips another moan out of him that is immediately cut off by a cock being shoved between his parted lips. He does his best not to gag as Bakugou works his cock deeper little by little until Midoriya has to relax his throat so the blonde can burry himself to the hilt.

He almost wants to smirk at the way Bakugou curses when he swallows around him, but, as if the curse was a cue, Kirishima lines up and starts slowly sinking his cock into the greenette’s ass. He moans around the cock in his mouth, making Bakuogu curse again before he starts pulling out to start delivering shallow thrusts to Izu’s throat.

Midoriya tries to relax as much as possible until he feels Kirishima bottom out and Kacchan looks over the wall. From there it’s a bit of a blur as he’s thrust back and forth between the two, the contraption continuing to adjust to the rough movements so it feels like he’s being fuck out of and back into the wall as the two spitroast him. He moans loudly-or as loud as he can-around the cock face fucking him and screams around said cock when Kirishima finds his prostate and adjusts his angle to hit it as much as possible and make both men moan as Midoriya’s pleasure sends vibrations up Bakugou’s cock.

He does gag a little when Bakugou grabs his curls harder to hold him still but relaxes again just in time for Bakugou to start face fucking him hard and fast like he plans to make good on his earlier threat to bruise his vocal chord. Midoriya moans at the thought, teary green eyes rolling back as Kirishima brutally abuses his prostate and leaves claw marks on his hips as his quirk rolls through his calloused hands.

He would beg if he could, for what he doesn’t entirely know, but his throat is acting as little more than a vibrating cock sleeve at this point as he’s used from both sides and he’s so fucking clo-

The world’s most strangled ‘Kacchan’ vibrates up the blonde’s cock as Midoriya finally cums with a blocked-off scream. His vision whites out momentarily and he hears a curse behind him as his ass probably milks Kirishima’s cock before he feels cum fill his ass. He groans before almost gagging when he surprisingly gets no warning before his nose is shoved in blonde pubes and cum shoots down the back of his throat.

Midoriya does his best to swallow it all but some ultimately tries to escape when Bakugou pulls away. The keyword istries as Bakugou just smirks at him before stuffing any escaped cum right into his panting mouth.

“Swallow, nerd.”

Midoriya does so without question, groaning once more as Kirishima pulls out behind him ad he feels cum start to flow down his leg.

Or it should be but he hears one of Hatsume’s worrying snickers and silicone-encased tentacles come shooting out of the contraption and he cries out in oversensitivity as a bigger one shoves the cum back inside him andinflates to keep it inside.

“Hatsume~” Midoriya chokes out in shock as Kirishima and Bakugou wish him luck and scramble away, neither wanting anything to do with whatever the pink-haired inventor has planned.

“I’m sure my baby will have a lot of fun with you.” She responds and Midoriya can practicallyhear the manic grin.

“W-what does it do?” Midoriya stutters, slightly concerned even if he is curious.

“Oh, calm down, Zuzu.” Hatsume grins, moving into view with a control box in her hand. “You’ll love this. It’ll keep you absolutely stuffed while the other tentacles will stimulate your other erogenous zones. It’s programmed to monitor your heart rate and learn what drives you crazy.”

She taps the screen a couple of times and the tentacle keeping him plugged starts moving, targeting his prostate with mechanical precision when he jerks and moans before he screams when a smaller one wraps around his cock to stroke him, and two more move to play with his nipples. Another tap and he cries out as the one inside him and around his cock start vibrating and pushes him directly into over-sensitivity.

Tears fill his eyes as he squirms and moans, but he can tell Hatsume is paying attention for a safe word even as she takes notes. This fact makes it a little easier to bear as the contraption rips another orgasm from him way sooner than he’s ready and he hangs there limply as the machine continues. He sighs gratefully when there’s another tap of the controls that turns off the vibrating to let him recover some, even if the tentacles themselves are still moving.

“Hatsume~” Midoriya whimpers, tears falling down his face before she seems to take some pity and comes over to wipe them from his face and run her fingers through his curls.

“He is just adorable, isn’t he Todoroki?” Hatsume hums, glancing to their right where Todoroki is sprawled out in his chair, cock in hand as he watches his boyfriend be truly and thoroughly used. “Oh wait, did you want talked to or just a fly on the wall type thing?”

Todoroki groans as he swipes his thumb over his slit, eyelids heavy as he looks over to acknowledge her. “You’re fine, just no one else has.” Heterochromatic eyes trail down to Izuku and his face turns fond. “And you have no idea. He’s my little bunny for a reason.”

Hatsume coos as Izuku sniffles. “I can see why. I just want to bully him more the more he squirms.”

Todoroki hums, nodding in agreement. “He really is just adorable no matter his state.”

“I see that.” She grins, before stepping back away to ramp the speed up and restart the vibrations on the control, snickering as Izuku cries out. “If he likes that, wait ‘til the tentacles cum.” Hatsume hums.

Midoriya lifts his head enough to look at her in confusion and concern.

“Oh yeah. You can’t see the other side.” Hatsume shrugs. “There’s a tray under where your hangs that’s been collecting your cum to use for the tentacles. Don’t worry, I’m not using any random substances.” She assures.

Midoriya blinks a few times before his face flames red. “You’re making me cum in myself?” He squeaks.

“Yup!” Hatsume grins before tilting her head curiously. “Color?”

Midoriya had seriously never thought of it before and was almost concerned with how hot he found the idea. “...Green.” He eventually squeaks.

Hatsume’s grin returns as she taps a few more buttons and Midoriya’s eyes roll back as Hatsume’s contraption brings quite a few monsterfucker dreams to life and he moans loudly. He’s left hanging there as he wiggles and squirms, unable to escape the relentless tentacles and not at all wanting to.

Eventually, once Hatsume seems pleased with the amount of cum in the tank out of his field of vision, she lets him cum one more time into the tray before tapping the screen again. The tentacles suddenly stop and the one inside him stills as deep inside of him as it can before shooting Izuku’s own cum deep into his gut and seemingly detaching from the rest of the tentacle to act as a plug and hold it all in.

Midoriya cries out, nails digging into whatever he can reach as he sobs through his orgasm and how full he feels. “HaAaa!” He screams what was probably supposed to be her name.

She pushes another button to retract all the tentacles but the plug back into where they were hiding and makes a move to Izuku before looking to Todoroki. “Do you mind if I hold him a bit or would you rather come over here?”

Todoroki is currently in the process of cleaning his own cum off himself as he pants, nodding his head. “You’re good.” He assures.

Hatsume doesn’t waste any more time as she pulls a stool over so she can rest Midoriya’s upper body in her lap and comb her fingers through his curls. Her smile is slightly less manic than usual as he nuzzles into the attention like the bunny he was accused of being.

“Need a break?” She asks. “I think Mina and Camie called next dibs, but they’re on patrol anyway. We can message to take their time?”

Midoriya nods, yawning slightly into his lap pillow. “Yes, please.”

Todoroki is already typing when she turns to look for her own phone. “I’ve got them. Just scratch behind his ear a bit. I don’t have nails like you and I’m sure he’ll turn to putty.

Hatsume does as she’s advised, cooing a little over how cute he looks, sounding less crazy for once as she does.

The three stay like this for a while until Midoriya gives the go-ahead, Todoroki going to find him water while he texts the others.

Midoriya is just finishing off the water bottle when the more deviously chaotic of the girls in the building come running into the building, covered in dirt and grime.

“BRB, babes,” Camie calls as she and Mina race down the hall to their room. “We’re like totally gross rn.”

“Yeah, let us wash up, and we’ll be right over to play with you,” Mina adds before they disappear around the corner.

“Good. Gives you a few more minutes to rest.” Todoroki yawns, taking over for Hatsume with a wave as she leaves to find Iida. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, but I want to finish this.” Midoriya yawns in return.

“You weren’t kidding about wanting to be unable to cum for the next month then.” Todoroki smiles fondly, running his fingers through green curls. “I’ll be shocked if you’re able to cum anymore today.”

Midoriya is about to say something when Mina and Camie come back in, butt-ass naked except for the towels they’re using to dry their hair.

Midoriya turns almost the same color as Mina.

“Challenge accepted.” Mina grins ferociously, making Izuku fear for his ass maybe even more than Hatsume just did.

“Uh, Mina? Genuinely asking, not trying to be mean but um what is…” Midoriya trails off, entirely too flustered by the situation and the thought of offending her to know what to say.

“Oh, this?” Mina smirks, reaching down and playing with where her clit would normally be. “It’s my clit. Part of the whole alien vibe I got going I guess.” She shrugs. “At least we don’t have to deal with a harness, though.”

Todoroki can see Midoriya’s practically buzzing with questions as he sighs before returning to his self-appointed seat. “Have fun getting drilled on that later.”

“Eh, only fair since I’ll be drilling him first.” Mina snickers as Camie laughs when Todoroki almost chokes on the water he was trying to drink.

This time, when Midoriya groans, it’s out of exasperation at Mina’s joke rather than pleasure. “Just for that. I don’t want to know.” He huffs.

“Aww, come on, Midobabe.” Mina damn near purrs, running her acrylics through green curls and giggling slightly at the pout the nickname gets from both men. “I’m sure you’ll get all the answers you need when it’s wiggling inside you and filling you up.” A smirk graces her face as she moves behind him. “If you can even think that is.”

Midoriya goes to open his mouth when something is messed with on the plug keeping him full and he feels it deflate and leave him gaping and clenching around nothing. He whimpers at the feeling but doesn’t get any actual time to complain before something is squirming and wiggling against his rim like it’s pushing the escaping cum back inside and making him moan.

“Mi-Mina!” He whines, squirming a bit before he feels the tentacle-like clit start working its way in properly and he moans. “Fuck it’s making its own lube.” He gasps.

“Mhmm.” Mina hums behind him, acrylics digging into his hips slightly as the extra sensitive appendage is squeezed by the greenette. “Shit, baby. I should have gone after Prez. You’re still so tight.” She groans, tentaclit brushing his prostate to seemingly prove her point and making her curse at how his hole spasms.

“God are you really that eager to get your guts rearranged by my clit?” Mina asks around a breathy laugh. “Look at you already squirming so much.” She coos, bringing her hips back to slam her clit home in his already sloppy hole and cry out at the tight heat.

Midoriya moans loudly, the tentacle’s whithering managing to find all of his sensitive spots. “Mina, please~”

“Begging already, baby boy?” She laughs teasingly, starting up a rough pace that has both of them feeling every drag along Midoriya’s rim. “Damn, how tight you are, it’s almost easy to forget you’re such a little slut. Begging us to strap you up in the middle of the living room and take turns fucking your slutty little hole like it deserves. Gods you’re going to be absolutely dripping aren’t you? Wouldn’t be surprised if your stomach’s actually inflated after this, looking like a proper whore.”

Midoriya was expecting this at some point, but not from Mina and it had him moaning and clenching around her as he withered and his cock ached for release already.

“Oh? Like that idea do you? It’s already a mess in here, just how many loads have you already let people dump in you?” Mina taunts, nodding to Camie who makes her way to Midoriya’s front.

“Ha-Hatsume.” Midoriya tried to get out around his moans. “She- nnghn- she-”

“The wall thing has apparently been collecting his cum as well so that’s what Hatsume shot into him.” Todoroki supplies as he watches Camie start smoothing her own nails through sweat-soaked curls. “Kirishima and Aoyama only came once, but Kirishima fucked one out of him and Hatsume milked several from him before she let him rest so he probably has five or six loads in him.” The dual quirk user shrugged. “I wasn’t paying too much attention.”

Mina blinks before her grin turns feral. “Oh, you absolutely nasty little slut.” She chuckles, focusing a bit more now to make sure her clit is fucking the cum deeper into him and cooing at the way he cries out. “So desperate for cum, you’ll take even your own. You’re going to love the amount of whatever it is that I shoot into you then. If it were closer to my time I could give you eggs too, but probably for the best with all the cum.” Another laugh. “Imagine explaining to the press how a woman knocked you up.”

Midoriya is flushed halfway down his back as he whimpers and moans around the abuse to his insides and the dirty words being thrown at him. He squirms in the contraption constantly shifting hold and when he meets Camie’s eyes as she coos at him, they’re teary and fuzzy. “Ca-Camie?” He slurs a little.

“Shhh, is the big scary dommy mommy being mean to you, sweetie?” Camie coos, long nail petting through his hair and smiling when he nuzzles into it seemingly unconsciously. “Look at you, being such a good boy. Taking them all so well aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Midoriya nods, whimpering at the sweet words. “Hope so.” He slurs a little. “Want ‘em to feel goOd-AH~!”

“They’re feeling so good, bun,” Camie assures. “I’ve never seen Mina shaking to hold off cumming so fast.” A giggle. “Then again, I’m usually edging her until she breaks, but that’d be just cruel to do to someone trying so hard wouldn’t it?”

Midoriya whines, nodding his head a bit. “Wanna cu-nnnm- cum.” He moans when there’s another solid drag against his prostate.

“Don’t worry, baby. We won’t make you wait.” She promises, standing up a little. “Will you make me feel good too, sweetie? I’m like totally soaked listening to you two.” She giggles, some of her normal way of talking coming through her sexy talk.

Midoriya nods his head quickly, tongue lolling out eagerly as a go-ahead while he whines.

“Such a good boy.” Camie praises, grabbing onto handles and footholds that Midoriya didn’t know were there until then as she smothers his face in her pussy and gasps when he moans against her.

A few particularly rough thrusts and a tug on his cock to manage to distract him for a moment as he moans into the wet heat in front of him, but the feeling of Camie grinding her clit on his nose brings him back to his task at hand and he starts licking and sucking like a man lost in the desert.

“Oh shit~” Camie whines, grinding herself down on the invading tongue as she tries not to crush his face in the thighs he’s holding onto for dear life. “Mmngh~ Who taught you to eat pussy, sweetie? Shit, that’s good!” She praises, trembling as he tongue fucks her with precision.

“He spent years with his nose buried in the internet.” Todoroki provides from where he’s scrolling through his phone, not as interested in the girls. “I thought I was dying the first time he sucked my dick, and still am not convinced he didn’t suck my soul out.”

Both girls can’t help but laugh, stuttering their movements enough to get a desperate whine out of the man between them and shared apologies.

“Well, it definitely shows, mnmm~ So good, baby.” Cami praises, thighs trembling as she grinds down. She yelps slightly when this apparently encourages Midoriya to change his hold so he’s holding her by her hips and entirely supporting her weight with the occasional spark of green lightning zipping around his arms as he dives in deeper, sending vibrations through her core as he moans and whines at the clit ruining him.

It isn’t long before Camie is cumming all over his face with a trembling cry and her release soaking his chin. She feels him continue to lick it up, and hums happily before squirming when she realizes his pace hasn’t changed at all and the gravity of Todoroki’s words sink in.

“Any chance you know like how much he knows about women?” Camie asks shakily.

“Um.” Todoroki looks up at the ceiling as though thinking before he shrugs. “I know his mom had the sex talk with him pretty long and Bakugou’s mom gave them both the R-rated version so I imagine a bit.”

Camie’s eyes widen as she looks down and sees evil in those previously sweet green eyes before his tongue dives between her folds and he sucks hard on her clit making her throw her head back in a loud moan.

“You good, babe?” Mina asks from the other side of the contraption.

“I think the bunny totally isn’t as innocent as he seems.” She whines, whithering at the relentless attention. “He’s like not letting up at all.”

Mina laughs before she groans when he clenches around her. “He tryna get another one out of ya?”

“And succeeding.” Camie whines, walls spasming as another one approaches.

Todoroki is looking over now in confusion. “Uh, I’m definitely missing something?”

Both girls frown at him before Mina remembers something and she rolls her eyes. “I forgot who your dad is. Let me guess, convinced the female orgasm is a myth?”

“I had to go to Midnight in secret to learn anything because he signed me out of sex ed.” Todoroki nods before his face scrunches up as though remembering something and his eyes finally widen. “Oh right.”

“There ya go, candy cane.” Camie giggles before moaning around another orgasm and finally trying to squirm away only for calloused hands to pull her closer, green eyes looking up questioningly as though asking if this is alright.

Camie considers for a moment if she wants to deal with overstimulation. “How close are you, babe?”

“Almost there.” Mina moans around Midoriya spasming as an orgasm is pulled from him and his moans stimulate Camie further.

Camie yelps and moans, deciding she can handle one more, and settles back in. “Okay, bun.” She coos. “Go on and drink your fI-ill!” She cries out when Midoriya immediately returns to his antics.

Mina snickers at the two before redoubling her efforts to pump Midoriya even fuller. “Don’t forget about me, Mido~” She teases, spreading muscular cheeks wide as speeds up and she feels him tense and spasms around her, gifting her with her girlfriend’s beautiful sounds echoing her efforts.

It’s not long before she hears her girlfriend cry out for the third time, and she herself tenses as she unloads a slick almost slime into Midoriya that has him crying out as well, even if all his cock does is twitch pathetically. Mina groans at the sounds, grinding into Midoriya through her orgasm until she can finally pull out and quickly slip the inflatable plug back into place. She snickers as she pushes the button and Midoriya groans at the fullness, no doubt feeling bloated by now.

She listens to Midoriya’s whines, cooing softly as she moves around him to have him clean her up with his mouth, kissing her tired girlfriend while whispering affirmations. Her clit twitches a few more times under the attention of Midoriya’s curious mouth, but she knows she’s done for a bit.

“You did so well, baby.” Mina grins as she eventually bends down next to him, petting through his sweat-soaked hair as she licks some of her girlfriend’s release off his cheek. “Sorry if I was a little mean. You okay?”

Midoriya hums, nodding happily. “I’m alright, Mina. It was kind of hot.” He admits shyly.

Mina chuckles, ruffling his hair teasingly as she backs up. “Good to hear, Mido.” She smiles, glancing behind the greenette before she smirks wickedly. “Hopefully I didn’t wear you out too much. It looks like Prez is ready for his turn.”

Midoriya pales slightly, remembering the filth whispered to Aoyama earlier and turns entirely scarlet in the next breath as he remembers what he’d seen in the locker rooms in school. “Pray for me.”

Both girls laugh as Mina takes Camie’s hand to lead her away.

“Good luck, babes.” Camie giggles with a wave.

Midoriya hears footsteps approach him but nothing touches him for several long moments. Eventually, he starts squirming under the gaze he can feel before he yelps when a big hand connects with his ass and he moans when the plug bumps his prostate.

“T-Ten?” Midoriya stutters, squirming more and earning another smack and a moan. “Iida, please! The plug! It’s right on my prostate when you do that.” He whimpers earnestly.

“Knowing Mei, I’m sure it is.” Iida finally hums in a voice much lower than normal.

A glance to his side shows Midoriya that Todoroki is just as affected as he is as heterochromatic eyes widen as his back straitens, pink flushing across his cheeks and ears.

“That’s not an excuse to be such a little cock slut though is it?” Iida continues, playing with the plug to make Midoriya squirm so he can deliver another smack to muscular cheeks. “Look at you, squirming for something to fill you.” A large hand dips below him and presses on his stomach to make him realize that Mina was right about his stomach probably distending from whatever she spewed in him when the pressure made him realize just how full he is. “Already so full and begging for more.” Another smack that makes him hiccup out a broken moan. “Do you have an ounce of shame in you? Where’s your pride as a hero, hm?” A grind of the plug against the smaller man’s already abused prostate. “Or are you good for nothing more than being a hero’s cum dump?”

Midoriya had no clue he was into being talked to quite this harshly but he moans lowly at how hard his cock already is again. He did still have some of his pride though…or wanted to taunt the bigger man. Who knows really? “Not a cock slut.” He did not mean for that to sound so pouty and slurred. “‘M hero.”

Another smack makes him sob and his cockthrob .

“Lying isn’t very heroic, Midoriya.” Iida almost growls, making the smaller man shiver. “All I see in front of me is a little whore wanting his gaping, leaking hole stuffed. Look at this,” He tsks, releasing the plug but keeping it angled to keep everything in. “Doubt you’ll even make a good cocksleeve after this with how loose you are. I almost feel sorry for Todoroki won’t even be able to get any friction from his little toy.”

Midoriya’s hole spasms around the emptiness almost as though it wants to close, but doesn’t remember how to and is only working to prove Iida’s words right as it trembles before him. Midoriya whimpers in shame, trying to move his legs to shield himself but remembering they’re taped to the wall he’s left completely exposed and at Iida’s cruel, judgemental mercy.

He looks to the side in embarrassment and catches sight of something teasing passing over Todoroki’s face as he opens his mouth before closing it thoughtfully and finally looking at Midoriya questionly. He doesn’t know what the other plans to say but trusts him so nods his head and flushes at the small smirk that forms on that scarred face.

“No doubt your right what with the things the girls have been shoving in him,” Todoroki speaks up, sounding bored even as he suppresses a shiver when dark eyes shift to him. “One of us might as well get use out of whatever resistance is left.”

Midoriya flushes, mumbling something about it not being that bad before he squeaks when this earns him another smack.

“Don’t even deny it,” Iida warns, big hand kneading red skin as he gets his pants undone with the other. “No better than a public glory hole with how used up you are.” Iida swipes up the little bit of cum and lubricants that tries to escape before shoving it back in harshly and smirking at the moan. “I would suggest putting tallies on your ass like those books Mei reads, but all anyone has to do is take one look at you to know you’re nothing but a little slut.” He hears another whine as he finally lines up, moving the plug quickly when he starts sinking in, and Midoriya spasms around him, moaning loudly.

“Fuck! Shit, are you bigger than the plug? Wait wait wait slow down I’m gonna break!” He rambles despite his hips squirming like he’s trying to get closer to Iida and further down his cock.

“Doubtful,” Iida says with a roll of his eyes. “Not when you’re greedy little hole is trying to suck me in further.” He gives a shallow thrust deeper that earns him a hiccuped moan. “Unless you meant your mind which having a brainless little cum dump waiting for us when we get back wouldn’t be o bad.” He sheaths himself fully and runs a finger over the puffy, red rim stretched around his length and smirks at the shiver he gets to watch race up Midoriya’s back. “As it stands, you’ll probably already need a plug for the next few days with how much you’ll be leaking, I don’t think even Shouji’s tongue would be able to get it all out of you.” He pulls back before starting up a pace that has Midoriya screaming. “Might as well just stay back and be our perfect little fuck toy with how much we’ve already ruined you. You’re probably more suited for this anyway.”

Midoriya doesn’t know if it's his own exhaustion or the conviction with which Iida says it that has him almost agreeing with what Iida says. The thought of being left for his friends to use to pump and dump and being no more than a toy for their pleasure? Midoriya’s cock twitches hard at the thought and makes him moan loudly when Iida finds and starts abusing his prostate.

“Ten~ Ten please~ No~ I’ll cum if you keep doing that!” He whines, already so close to the edge, and knowing any more will violently throw him over the edge where he’s not entirely sure anyone will catch him.

“Cum whenever you want.” Iida shrugs, not stopping his brutal pace that was obviously far more about chasing his own pleasure than getting Midoriya off at all. He smirks as he feels Midoriya tense and clench around him at the assurance. “Just know I won’t stop.”

Midoriya’s eyes widen in horror, but it’s already too late as a hard brush against his prostate and the sudden introduction of a large hand around his cock has him screaming out his release and spasming around the giant currently carving its place into his insides, and fuck it almost feels like that time Todoroki brought up fisting with how stretched he is. His vision whites out as he shoots another load into the tray beneath him and he has to wonder if Iida will be the reason he’s left as nothing more than a loose hole. He’s pretty sure he just came so hard his cock about jerked itself off of his body, but he’s not given time to dwell on that as Iida makes good on his apparent promise and continues to use him at that same brutal pace that leaves his legs shaking and threatens to fuck him right out of Hatsume’s invention if she didn’t apparently know her boyfriend so well and what he had planned for the smaller man’s insides.

“I-Iida~” Midoriya moans brokenly, not sure he’ll be able to cum for any of the others after that. “Hurry~ Please, I can’t! I can’t, Iida~”

Iida just huffs, delivering another harsh smack to the side of his ass cheek that makes Midoriya hiccup out a sob. “Quiet. You’re done when I say you are.” He huffs, making sure to grind harshly against where he’s deduced the smaller man’s prostate is.

Midoriya whines, hands scrambling against the wall as though to escape the overwhelming sensation, but making no attempt to safeword or action out of it. This earns him another smack and, after a few more, he finally falls limp, forcing himself to relax enough to be a proper toy for the bigger man as he whines. “Y-yes, sir.” Midoriya whimpers.

He’s pretty sure that’s a growl he heard from the other man or something similar at least, and he can’t help but yelp when his hips are grabbed roughly. He swears he hears engines purring as somehow Iida’s thrusts only get more brutal, and green eyes roll back in their sockets at the overwhelmingness of it all.

Midoriya honestly loses all sense of time from there and by the time he’s finally being filled with another, possibly larger than average load, he’s pretty sure he’s cum again if the dull throbbing in his balls is anything to go by and now he’spositive he can’t cum again as he hiccups on a broken sob. When had he started crying? The answer doesn’t matter to him as he lets out a high-pitched whine when Iida starts pulling out and he’d probably hook his legs around the other if they weren’t still taped to the contraption. He lets out a low groan when he feels the plug fill him again, and yep. It definitely just had to inflate bigger.

Midoriya doesn’t even realize he’s shaking until he hears some mumbling and suddenly a big hand is cupping his face and he’s forced to look into the kinder eyes that he’s used to seeing on his former class president.

“You okay, Midoriya?” Iida asks softly, whipping tears away as he puts his cock away with his free hand. “Was I too mean? Yuu does say I can get intense, and while he loves it, I should have assured you understood just how different it is from my everyday personality. I am deeply sorry if I hurt you at all.”

Midoriya’s head spun a bit from the complete change in demeanor as he blinked before giving a tired smile and nuzzling the hand cupping his face. “I’m fine, Iida. Just a bit of whiplash between the two.” He mumbles, having to focus a bit to not slur his words.

“Are you sure? Todoroki was concerned I did actually break your brain.” Iida asks still looking a bit worried.

“Ten, I witnessed you try to kill a man. You being a little mean when blowing my back out is nothing.” Midoriya chuckles, whining when this gets his now pouty cheek pinched.

“That was three years ago, will you two ever let me live that down?” Iida huffs, ears stained red in embarrassment. “Would you not do the same for your brother.” He asks, head turning to Todoroki before he realizes his mistake in who he’s talking to and opens his mouth to probably apologize.

Todoroki beats him to it.

“Technically I tried to do the sameto my brother,” Todoroki smirks lightly as he cleans his hands of another orgasm. “And vise versa from him.”

Iida lightly thumps his forehead in green curls with a groan. “Todoroki,please seek therapy!”

“Eh, why do that when I can cuddle my big tiddy boyfriend instead?” Todoroki shrugs as he walks over to kiss Midoriya’s now blushing face.

“Sho!” Midoriya whines. “I ambegging you to stop listening to Kaminari.”

“Your reactions are too funny for that.” Todoroki smiles fondly before turning to Iida. “Can you help me get him to the couch so he can stretch and rest for a bit? I’m sure you probably know how this thing works.”

“Yes, right away.” Iida nods with one of his hand motions that shows he’s completely back to his normal self as he hops up to find the control box Hatsume left behind. It doesn’t take long from there to get Midoriya out and cuddled against Todoroki on the couch as the lither of the two massages where he’s been in the contraption for a few hours now. They both thank Iida when he returns with water. “Of course, the least I can do for the gift Midoriya has granted us. “ Iida nods. “Should I go tell Shinsou, Monoma, and Kaminari it should be their turn in about an hour?”

Midoriya hums into his water bottle, thinking about it for a second before he nods. “Yeah, that should be enough. Thank you again.”

“Anytime.” Iida nods robotically albeit with a small smirk that shadows his earlier attitude. “Just let me know.”

Midoriya flushes, nodding shyly before they’re left alone to cuddle and relax.

Or relax as much as they could when Todoroki kept curiously poking his stomach or the plug and making him squirm.

“Shoo~” Midoriya whines, trying to squirm away from who was supposed to be his human pillow. “The break was your idea, meanie!”

“But you’re so cute.” Todoroki pouts, nuzzling slowly drying hair despite the sweaty smell. “I can’t help but want to make you squirm for me.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure ShinMonoKami has something planned and I’d rather be prepARed!” Midoriya yelps as he’s suddenly lifted into arms now used to slinging around body wait and met with teasing purple eyes.

“You look plenty prepared to me,” Shinsou smirks as he carries Midoriya back over to the contraption. He real quick shoots the same look over to Todoroki next. “Sero said he’s coming down to give Midoriya a show of his own, by the way.” He warns, chuckling as steam starts rising from the dual-colored man.

“How are you still so skinny?” Midoriya squeaks as his mass of tightly packed muscle is carried like he ways nothing.

“Have you ever seen me in anything but dark colors?” Shinsou smirks, passing Midoriya to Monoma through the ‘wall’ while Kami presses the button to secure him back in place. “I have a non-combative quirk. These two can attest to the fact that I’m almost even with Aizawa by now.”

Midoriya thinks back to the time that Todoroki’s fire went a little wild during training and burned off half of their teacher’s shirt and revealed biceps that could probably crush their head if he wanted to. He flushes red at the memory, earning a laugh from Monoma.

“Wow, who knew some muscle was all it would take to take down A class’s golden child.” The blonde teases with a smirk as his voice turns pitying. “Almost a shame you wanted to be stuck in here. You don’t get to experience how hot it is when he can manhandle you like you weigh nothing.”

The flush creeps further down Midoriya’s neck at the thought and he squirms, moving like he’s going to magically be able to see around the wall. “It’s a dark-colored shirt, not a magic cloak.” He whispers in disbelief.

“And he somehow survives on 3 hours of sleep a week.” Monoma sighs with an annoyed roll of his eyes like this was an old argument. “We’ve stopped questioning how the laws of nature seem to bend to him.

“Three hou-Shinsou!” Midoriya scolds, shooting a glare at the contraption that he’s sure Shinsou can hear if the tired sigh is anything to go by.

“Snitch.” Shinsou huffs, probably sending his own glare over the ‘wall’.

“You stopped letting me quirk you to sleep.” Is Monoma’s only response as he shrugs.

“Yeah, 'cause I have stuff to do.”

“The cases will still be there when you wake-”

“Guys!” Kaminari cuts in with an exasperated laugh that says this definitely isn’t the first time this argument has been had. “I’m sure Midobro doesn’t want caught in the literal middle of you two bickering like an old married couple.”

Midoriya sees Monoma frown apologetically at the same time Shinsou mumbles a sorry from behind him.

“It’s fine.” Midoriya chuckles awkwardly before whispering. “I am team Monoma on this one though.” Earning him a triumphant smirk from said blonde.

“Do you want to bring up your little idea, Hito, or have some fun first?” Monoma finally chuckles, placated now.

“Oh, definitely having some fun first.” Shinsou hums, hands finally finding Midoriy’as hips once more and pressing his thumb into the plug. “I want to see just how much they’ve dumped in him already before they add any more.”

Midoriya furrows his brows in confusion, looking to Monoma as though their self-proclaimed rival will reveal what Shinsou means. “What? What does he meAN?! Mnmm~” Midoriya tries asking but ends up groaning instead when the plug is ground into his prostate. “Shinsou~”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He apologizes sounding not at all sorry before he lets the plug deflate and gives a low whistle at the amount that tries to escape. “We’re not even going to need to prep you, are we?”

Midoriya flushes red but shakes his head slowly. “Unless you plan to figure out DP, probably not.”

“If we had a different angle, maybe.” Shinsou shrugs, the sound of a zipper accompanying it. “Lord knows Nei loves the power trip of dicking down someone from A class, but he’d probably get too big of a head stretching you that much.” He teases, chuckling when this earns him an offended huff. “I’m mostly kidding, babe.”

“Sure you are.” Monoma huffs before taking hold of Midoriya’s chin. “What do you say to letting me fuck your mouth, doll-Oh?”

Midoriya doesn’t even notice how he lets his mouth fall open and tongue loll out until Monoma is giving him a crazed smirk and he flushes red in embarrassment.

“I- uh- I” Midoriya starts to stutter before Monoma is once again holding his chin as he gets his shorts off.

“Nope, shut up, that was hot.” Monoma decides as he finally kicks his legs free.

Midoriya flushes darker but lets his mouth fall open again, humming happily as Monoma slides his cock in.

“Shit, the others weren’t kidding were they.” Monoma groans as a warm tongue caresses him. “You’re really having fun with this, huh?”

Midoriya hums again in affirmation, eyes shining in mischief when the sound sends vibrations up the blonde’s cock before he straight up moans when Shinsou finally starts sliding into him.

“Mngn~” Monoma moans, hand bunching in green locks as the vibrations shoot up his cock. “Hito~ Some warning!”

“And give you the chance to hide your noises?’ Shinsou scoffs as he gives a thrust after finding Iida already did a number on him. “I don’t think so.”

Midoriya does get a view of the pout Monoma shoots behind him so gives a hard suck that gets the blonde to finally start moving with a groan.

“Gods, your throat.” Monoma groans, thrusting in and out slowly until calloused hands grab his hips. He glances down, blue meeting green before he feels the other’s throat relax around him and he gets the hint. “You want me to fuck your throat?” He clarifies before cursing when Midoriya moans around him.

Monoma huffs as though put out as he curls manicured fingers into green curls to start using his throat like a fleshlight. Both men moan, encouraging the blonde to speed up.

Meanwhile, behind the greenette, Shinsou is thrusting in and out of the shorter man’s sloppy hole as he kisses whimpers, and mewls out of Kaminari’s mouth and nipping at his lips.

“Fuck, you two are so pretty,” Shinsou growls as he finally pulls away, long fingers petting through blonde locks. “What do you think, baby? Ready to see if there’s any left in him?”

Kaminari might as well be purring under the attention as he nods, quickly dropping to his knees and shuffling under Midoriya to take his cock down his throat in one go, Shinsou having fucked away his gag reflex long ago. If his mouth wasn’t full he would probably snicker at the surprised moan Midoriya lets out that drags one from Monoma as well.

“Mnahh~” Monoma moans, speeding up as his eyes return to Shinsou’s. “Now would probably be the time to a-Ask.” He groans when Midoriya swallows around him.

“Yeah, I suggested that before I got my dick in him.” Shinsou groans, grinding into where he has deduced the shorter man’s prostate is in hopes of getting some friction. “Fuck, we should have gone before Iida. That was before. Pretty sure the aftercare team will kill me if he goes anymore.”

“Pretty sure- mnnm~ that’s his decision.” Monoma huffs, smirking when he sees Sero enter the room from the corner of his eye. “Oh, looks like his treat’s here.”

Midoriya looks up at him in confusion before he hears Todoroki gasp and his eyes dart over to see Sero claiming his boyfriend’s mouth and moans at the sight.

“Shit!” Shinsou hisses when Midoriya suddenly clamps down on him. “I know, dammit!”

“Then ask before Sero melts the other party’s brain.” Monoma scoffs with a roll of his eyes, pausing his movements to pull out briefly so Midoriya can answer. “Sero, cool it for a minute.”

They hear a low chuckle and a whine before Midoriya and Todoroki direct their slightly annoyed attention to the throuple.

“Ugh, fine.” Shinsou huffs, though neither he nor Kaminari actually stops their movements. “Kaminari suggested it as a joke, but I decided to ask what the others thought and they all agreed if you were okay with it, but what would you say to me brainwashing the class and ordering them to fuck you to their limit? A safeword will also cue me to deactivate my quirk, but we heard some of what Iida was saying and thought we should ask.”

Monoma can’t help but cackle at the look on Midoriya’s face as his blush spreads down his back and he lets out a strangled squeak. “He only accepts word, doll!”

Midoriya whines, looking over to Todoroki who has a completely ravenous look in his eyes even as he shrugs. “Sounds hot, but up to you.” Which does not help the heat radiating from his freckled face.

When he takes too long to anser, Shinsou starts slowing down and he whines.

“Just need a yes or no and I continue either way,” Shinsou assures him.

Midoriya pouts but ultimately mumbles out an answer. “Please?”

“What was that?” Shinsou hums with a smirk the other can't see. He heard him, he’s just being an ass.

“Ugh! Yes! Fuck that sounds hot!” Midoriya huffs, hiding his face in Monoma’s stomach and whimpering when he’s pulled out of hiding by a manicured hand in his curls.

“Now was that so hard?” Monoma smirks, sliding back in.

Whatever Midoriya’s pouty little face was going to say is quickly cut off by the three speeding back up and bringing him back to a moaning mess.

“Like you can talk.” Shinsou chuckles, looking over to where Sero probably has his tongue halfway down Todoroki’s throat. “Mind texting the chat?”

Sero breaks away for a second to start trailing kisses down Todoroki’s pale neck. “Gotcha.” He assures, fiddling with his phone without even looking at it.

Shinsou scrunches his face, wondering how many times he’s texted the other and he had his head between someone’s legs. He quickly shakes his head, deciding he doesn’t want to know.

Not long after, Monoma moans loudly, not lasting long in the greenette’s throat before he’s cumming hard before slipping out and realizing Midoriya managed to swallow every drop. “Not bad A class.” He manages to chuckle as he brushes aside sweat-damp hair, and moves to join his boyfriends on the other side.

Midoriya chuckles, sticking his tongue out before squirming a bit and almost screaming when Kaminari swallows around him. How he didn’t notice the darker blonde was only cockwarming him until now he doesn’t know, but that changes very quickly when Kaminari actually starts trying to make him cum.

“Ngnn~! Fuck~ Kaminari! Ahh~!” Midoriya cries out, squirming and groaning in frustration when Shinsou’s strong hands on his hips won’t let him thrust into the warm, wet heat.

“Nuh-uh-uh~” Shinsou smirks, finally getting some good friction now that Midoriya is getting close. “Just stay there and take what you’re given until I cum.”

Midoriya whines, but does what he’s told even if his hips jerk every now and again and he’s sure he almost starts crying when Kaminari starts playing with his balls. “Ahh~ No~! Please! So close!”

“That’s it, Midoriya.” Shinsou hums, grinding his dick against the smaller’s prostate and groaning when he squeezed around him. “Cum whenever you’re ready. Denks can take it.”

Kaminari moans happily as though to prove Shinsou’s point and that seems to be all Midoriya can take. No sooner is Shinsou giving him permission than his vision is whiting out and his body is pulling taught as he cums hard down Kaminari’s throat.

As he’s trying to blink his vision back into focus, he hears Shinsou curse before another spray of warmth paints his insides and he giggles about thinking it was good that the other was able to cum despite how loose he is now.

Soon he hears footsteps and, despite knowing that he can’t see around the wall, still cranes to try and see only to get the beautiful view of his boyfriend whimpering on Sero’s cock as the lanky man growls something to him in Spanish while he thrusts up into him. He gets to watch how Todoroki’s eyelashes flutter with tears and his legs shake and spasm in Sero’s arms as they hold the long legs open. Todoroki isn’t small by any means so there’s something about watching his cock bob uselessly against his belly as his hands are probably taped behind his back and all he can do is take it, and trust that Sero will tip him over the edge that is so mind-numbingly beautiful that Midoriya has to check that he isn’t drooling.

They’re putting on such a show, that Midoriya honestly forgets others had come into the room until pink hair enters his vision and suddenly the ‘wall’ is moving until his face is hanging lower than his ass and he feels his ankles moved, and cuffed above him so he’s on full display while gravity does it’s best to keep everything in him. He’s confused for a second until he hears Shinsou ask a question and someone’s cut-off answer before he remembers what he agreed to and he flames scarlet as acrylics dig into his ass and he tries to deduce if it’s Mina or Camie.

This train of thought is quickly pushed from his mind with the first hard thrusts, however, that makes him scream, and he doesn’t get time to collect a thought for a while after. By the time the last person snaps out of it, unable to cum anymore, Midoriya can’t possibly hold any more. His hole is now gaping and sloppy, consistently oozing a mixture of cum and whatever Mina produces that only flows more anytime his hips twitch. He’s long since lost the ability to even whimper, having screamed himself hoarse already and he’s now positive he won’t be able to cum for the next month as he started cumming dry an hour ago when Kaminari’s cock kept zapping his prostate with every grind, and his cock now just lays uselessly against his heavily bloated stomach.

He looks right and properly fucked, but all he can do is give a sleepy smile when Todoroki comes over to him on shaky legs, Sero's cum dripping out of his own ass as he leans down to kiss him.

“You feeling okay?” Todorki croaks, having gotten his own throat fucked by what he found out was a pierced cock.

“Mhmm~” Midoriya hums, nodding as he nuzzles into his boyfriend’s cool hand on his face.

“Ready for the self-appointed “aftercare squad”?” he asks next with a tired smile.

Another nod and Midoriya feels the innertube of the contraption deflate and the six large hands of Shouji pull him out and into a warm hug. He had been curious to try as well, but Tokoyami was a bit more territorial than the others due to his bird traits and Shouji respected that so volunteered for cuddle time instead. This, Tokoyami was apparently okay with as he was already waiting in the arm nest to hold him close to him and Dark Shadow.

If Midoriya were a bit more there, he probably would have questioned if Shouji had another growth spurt what with both of them being able to fit in there, but as he was, the arm nest was warm and he was giggling as he sees Koda angrily signing something to their very embarrassed classmates. He doesn’t get to piece it together, however, as he, Todoroki, and Sero are led away to the baths to soak and get cleaned up a bit before Sato is waiting for them in Tokoyami’snestroom with snacks and water.

‘Overall,’ Midoriya thinks to himself as he snuggles closer to Todoroki’s left side, ‘ten out of ten would do again.’

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That Sense of Passion and Anger (Part 4)

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Word Count - 3.3k

Content Warning - Swearing, Oral sex, alcohol mention, angst, sexism mention, Christian H*rner

Synopsis - After kissing Daniel, the reader finds herself in a new position with her closest friend, but is pulled back to business when called to a meeting with the PR team, Horner and Max.

Tag List - @vinvantae @ujisworld @heyitskay-21 @starjane312 @callmequeenbeee @thatonesexycancerian @dr3lover @compulsiveshit @fromthedeskofjoii @iamasimpingh0e

Author’s Note - Look at me posting two chapters in as many days! Anyway, it’s time for sexy times with Daniel and angst time with Max (again) whoopsie! This is also going to be the last chapter that is the same no matter which path you choose. I originally had only planned a Max ending, but I couldn’t stand to see Daniel left out so I’m going to write multiple endings, I have at least three and I’m toying with a fourth one too, so you can pick one or read them all! As always, I hope you enjoy this one!

Previously on ‘That Sense of Passion and Anger’… And that’s why, in that moment, as his fingers gently held your face, and the pad of his thumb wiped away the tears which breached your eyes and fell down your cheek, you kissed him.

It was only for a second, but you instantly felt all your worries disappear as your lips connected, almost as if Daniel was absorbing your fear, your stress, your anger. Somehow, despite nothing having actually changed in the shit show you called a life, you felt instantly better.

You pull away to see a look of complete shock and bewilderment on Daniel’s face. ‘Oh shit, did I just cock everything up?’ You can’t help but think to yourself.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I just…” You begin, failing to find the right words to say, settling instead for an awkward laugh as you play with the hem of your robe.

“It’s okay, I mean, you can do it again, if you want to, that is.” Daniel says, and your eyes shoot upwards to make contact with his.

“Would you like me to?” You ask, pushing a strand of still damp hair out of your eyes.

“Fuck it.” He mumbles, before claiming your lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, loving, romantic even. Nothing like the rough and passionate ones you had shared with Max in the days before. It was exactly what you needed.

“Whatever happens now, just promise me something?” You ask breathlessly and Daniel hums in response, “promise me our friendship will still be the same. You mean the absolute world to me and I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

“I promise, whatever we choose to do now, whether we order an obscene number of pancakes and watch trashy reality TV together, or we make sweet sweet love, our friendship won’t change one bit. You mean the world to me too.” Daniel responds, and you can’t help but smile at him. A proper, genuine smile. Not a smile made for the cameras, or PR guys, or any other fake nonsense. A real, happy smile.

“How about we do the second one, and then the first one afterwards?” You say as you stand from your position on the floor and throw yourself onto the bed, beckoning him with your index finger.

“Sounds like a plan,” Daniel responds, before jumping onto the bed beside you, gripping your sides and tickling you, a gleeful expression on his face.

“Ah, stop, you know I hate being tickled!” You exclaim from beneath him, struggling to hold back your fits of laughter.

“What’s the safe word?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at you.

“The safe word is, I’m gonna kick you in the bollocks if you don’t stop,” You respond in laughter.

“Ooh kinky!” He says, and you slap him playfully on the arm as he settles down beside you on the bed, “you know, that’s quite a mouthful for a safe word, I was thinking something more along the lines of pineapple? Or grapes? Something food themed, I don’t know I haven’t had breakfast yet it’s all I can think about.”

“So you’re thinking about breakfast instead of me? How rude!” You say, adjusting your position so that you’re on top of him, straddling his lap.

“I’m thinking that you would make a pretty delicious breakfast. How do you taste?” Daniel says, his hands on your thighs moving closer and closer to your pussy, already wet and aching for his touch.

“Why don’t you give it a try, hm?” You say, brushing your hand across his abs beneath his shirt.

Without warning, his hands grip your waist tightly, allowing him to swiftly reverse your positions so that you are lying beneath him on the bed. You giggle as his hands travel down your thighs, the sensation of his warm fingers on your skin electric. He positions himself between your open legs, running his hands up to push away your robe to reveal your already soaked panties, dipping his head down to lick a stripe up the wet fabric. The sensation was unreal, and you found yourself squirming under his touch, your hips bucking against his face to bring him closer.

“Desperate are we?” He teases, his lips still pressed against you allowing you to feel the vibration of every word.

“Don’t be a fucking tease,” You groan, arching your back off of the bed to bring yourself closer to him.

“Don’t you worry babe, all I care about is making you feel good,” Daniel responds, the vibrations of his voice driving you crazy.

Daniel tucks his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulls them down, leaving you bare besides your robe, which had at some point fallen undone, revealing your bare chest which had previously been hidden beneath.

“You sure?” He asks, raising his head to look across to you on the bed.

“Hm, make me feel good Dan,” you respond, and with that, he dips his head once again, caressing your wet, aching folds with his tongue.

Daniel’s grip on your things intensifies as he pulls you closer into his face, burying his mouth and nose in your pussy, eating you out like a starved animal. His nose presses against your clit as his tongue teases your hole, and you find yourself moaning sounds of encouragement, unable to even form words as you collapse into pure pleasure.

“Fuck, babe, you taste so good,” Daniel says, and you groan in response.

In that moment, all you could think about was him. All the shit that had happened with the photo, with Max, happened to someone else, not you. You existed only there, in that moment, to feel pleasure and nothing more, completely at the mercy of your closest friend and confidant as he fucks you with his mouth.

Daniel grazes your clit with his teeth and you are snapped out of your trance, your back arching at the sensation as his tongue toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck Daniel!” You exclaim in a breathy voice, the words slipping from your mouth before you can stop them. You feel him chuckle against you, your words only spurring him on as he continues to lick and suck every part of you.

You feel yourself edging closer and closer to your undoing as his lips suck your clit, his grip on one of your legs loosening as he slips a finger inside of you. The surprise sensation catches you off guard, and a pornographic moan falls from your lips. At that, he adds another finger, curling them both inside of you, driving you ever closer to orgasm.

“Fuck” You utter, your voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right, cum for me baby, let go,” Daniel speaks into you, and you reach your climax, tightening against his fingers as your orgasm rips through your body, a series of weak moans escaping your lips.

You feel your body go limp as you collapse onto the bed, a blissed out expression of pure ecstasy on your face. Daniel removes his fingers and throws himself down beside you on the bed, turning inwards to face you. You open your eyes and slowly roll over to face him, your faces practically touching as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” You whisper, a tired smirk appearing on your lips.

“Divine,” He responds, before pulling you into a tight hug.

You lay there for a while, his presence calming as you steady your breathing and come down from your orgasm.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Daniel asks, and you nod sheepishly.

You tell him about your dinner, the flirting, the mind blowing sex the night before, and the tender moments you and Max had shared that morning in the shower. Everything that had happened before your world went to shit.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I genuinely don’t know what to say. I’m just so fucking sorry.” He says, pulling your head into his neck as you sob, your body shaking as you cry.

All too soon, you are interrupted as your phone rings on the counter. Daniel removes his arms from your body and you immediately miss his touch as he jumps up from the bed and grabs your phone.

“It’s Horner, I think you should probably answer this one babe,” He says, passing you the phone.

“Yeah, I probably should. Time to face the music.” You sigh, inhaling deeply to rid your body of its tears, accepting the call and pressing the phone to your ear.

“(Y/N) where have you been? We’re having an emergency meeting with the PR team in five minutes, conference room B, get down here, now.” Christian says before immediately hanging up, a sense of exasperation in his voice.

You throw the phone onto the bed and sigh, fastening your robe once again before pulling your knees up to your chest in comfort.

“Meeting?” Daniel asks, perching beside you on the bed.

“Yeah, I should get ready. Fuck Dan I don’t wanna do this, I don’t want to get yelled at, or punished, or shamed, and God, I don’t wanna see Max again,” You say, resting your head back against the headboard, your eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe, but you’ll get through this, I promise you,” he says, resting his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I hope so, fuck, why did I have to complicate things? Why couldn’t we have just kept on hating each other?”

“Hey, he was the one who came to you that night, not the other way around. None of this is your fault, remember that. And Max, fuck, I don’t know. I just, I don’t think those were his words. I’m no Max expert, but I know him pretty well, and I don’t think he’s that much of an asshole that he’d do that to you.” Daniel says, his thumb gently stroking your exposed collar bone.

“Well, whatever happened, I’m fucking done. I’m gonna go down there, take my punishment, and try my fucking hardest to not punch Verstappen, or Horner, in the fucking jaw,” You say, suddenly jumping from your position on the bed to grab your discarded Red Bull polo and Jeans that were hanging on the back of a chair.

“That’s my girl,” Daniel says, chuckling as you retrieve your underwear from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.

The PR meeting was everything you had thought it would be. Those in charge of damage control had managed to convince the fans that your little dinner date with Max had been arranged by Horner to try and reconcile the two of you after your heated exchange that weekend. The photo had simply been taken at an unfortunate moment in which the two of you were simply joking around, despite many fan theories suggesting that you were actually trying to kick him in the bollocks, which, quite frankly, you were considering.

Max sat in the corner of the room as Horner yelled at you, not saying a word, looking like a sullen teenager who had just been sent to his room.

“What the fuck were you doing? He doesn’t need any distractions, and neither do you. This is your first and final warning, If you keep doing things like this, giving us a bad reputation, then you’ll be lucky to have a seat anywhere next season, never mind here.” Christian shouts, an emotionless look on your face hiding the true seething anger rising deep within you.

“And Max?” You ask, unable to hold back your curiosity as to why he was not also on the receiving end of a verbal beatdown as you were.

“I’m sorry?” Christian responds, circling your chair, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“It takes two to tango, as they say, he’s just as guilty as I am and yet I seem to be the only one getting this final warning.” You say, trying to control your volume, but every nerve in your body was on fire, desperate to let go and yell louder than you ever had before. Screw taking your punishment, if you were going out, you were going to go out fighting. Max glances up at you for the first time since you had entered the room, and you make eye contact with him, his expression cryptically hidden behind an emotionless straight face.

“Max has proved himself worthy of controversy, you, on the other hand, have not. We have dozens of talented drivers desperate for a seat, and right now you’re very replaceable.” Christian says, and you stand up from your seat, coming face to face with the older man.

“Bullshit,” You hear from the corner of the room, and you snap your head over to where Max is still sat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Max?” Christian says, and Max stands from his seat, walking over to the two of you. You glance around the room, watching at the various team members exchange anxious looks with one another, unsure of just what is about to go down.

“I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. (Y/N) has more than proved herself already this season, she can’t help that this one is her first. All we did was have dinner, right? What’s so controversial about that?” Max says, and you shoot him a fiery glance.

“I don’t need you to defend me Max, I’m done. If this is my first and last season I genuinely don’t give a fuck anymore. This place, this sport, is toxic. It’s rotten. It’s hard enough for anyone new, but I’m the only woman on the grid, I get enough shit as it is. Never mind all this frankly sexist speculation and media attention. And if my own team, and my teammate, are gonna treat me like shit then I don’t wanna be here anymore. I’m done.” You yell, your hands squeezed by your sides so tight your knuckles are white.

Christian and Max look at you in shock, and as you make your way to the door, you finally feel free, a sense of ease washes through your body.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare walk away from me,” Christian shouts, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re not my dad, leave me the fuck alone,” You shout, before disappearing through the door, slamming it behind you.

Maybe it was childish, like a teenager arguing with her parents because she got caught with a boy, but you didn’t care. Christian treated you like a child, someone he could control, and you were done, and perhaps free. He still had his golden boy, and that was all that mattered.

You sat at the hotel bar, sipping on your third scotch on the rocks, when you hear footsteps behind you. You feel a presence beside you, and turn your head to see Max sat beside you.

“I thought you wanted me to leave you the fuck alone, hm?” You say, before downing the rest of your drink.

“Forget that, okay. I’ve never seen anyone do that before. Stand up to Horner like that, I mean,” Max says, nodding to the bartender to pour two more drinks for the both of you.

“Well, I don’t wanna be here anymore, so I figured I may as well tell him what I really think while I still have the chance,” You say, looking down at your empty glass, unable to look Max in the eye.

“You were amazing,” He says, and you scoff.

“Sure, whatever, I know you like ‘em angry. Not gonna fuck you this time though, sorry,” You laugh.

“I- look, (Y/N), I need to apologise, again.” Max says awkwardly, and you snap your head over to face him.

“For what? For sharing such a sweet tender moment with me this morning, promising we’d get on better from now on, and try and be friends or whatever else, and then fifteen minutes later telling me you want me to stay the fuck away? Fuck off Max, really, do you think that’s something you can just apologise for? No, you made me feel like shit, worse than shit, worthless. Completely fucking worthless. If it wasn’t for Daniel scraping me up off the carpet who knows what kind of state I’d be in right now. I was obviously mistaken when I thought we actually had something that could have been good, just a dumb fucking idiot who tried to see the best in someone who had only shown me his very worst. Fuck that, and fuck you,” You spit, venom in your every word.

The bartender returns with two more drinks, and you swiftly down your in one before standing from the barstool and walking away.

“(Y/N), wait, please, just let me explain,” Max shouts after you, and you stop in your path, choosing not to turn around.

“I’m listening,” You say, tapping your foot against the marble floor to indicate your impatience.

“It was my dad. I got back to my room and checked my phone, I had like a million miscalls. I called him and he’d seen the photos and he was pissed. So fucking pissed. He got to me, I guess, and I just did what he wanted me to do without thinking. I wish I hadn’t, I really wish I’d have just thought. I’m the dumb fucking idiot, not you, because I just do whatever daddy tells me to without thinking about what I want. It’s you. I want you. Fuck my dad, fuck Horner, I want you, (Y/N) please, I’m sorry,” Max says, and you turn to face him.

For the first time since his earlier outburst, you found yourself not wanting to punch Max, which confused you. Sure, his explanation had made sense, as Daniel had said earlier, they weren’t his words, but his Father’s. But still, the way he had made you feel? You should still be angry, and yet, you weren’t. You wished it wasn’t true, but it was the only possible explanation - you wanted him too.

“I don’t understand how I feel right now Max, I need time to sort my head out. I just- I know I can’t do this now. I’m sorry,” You say, fighting back tears which threatened to escape your eyes.

“(Y/N)” He says, and he reaches forward to gently tap your hand with his own. Your white-knuckled fist drops at his touch, and you sigh.

“I need time, I’m sorry,” You say, before turning away once again to walk away.

“Is it Daniel? Are you and him- I don’t want to pry just- please, do I even have a chance?” Max asks, and you turn around to face him once again, walking right up to him so that your bodies are practically touching one another.

“When you abandoned me this morning, and left me crying on the floor, he held me close, wiped away my tears, and then…” You say, your voice barely audible to avoid the prying ears of strangers.

“I see” Max says, the dejection evident in his tone.

“But that doesn’t mean- I don’t know what it means, just, I need time, okay?” You say, before walking away once again, disappearing into the elevator. You make eye contact with Max as you turn to face the doors, and you could swear you saw tears pricking the corner of his eyes as he looks at you before the doors close.

#Daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #max verstappen x reader #Max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #Daniel ricciardo x reader x max verstappen #Daniel ricciardo x you x max verstappen

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whyse7vn · 2 months

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SEX BAN -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JIMIN -

jimin: if you let me hit again i’ll fuck you like we’re long lost lovers separated by war

y/n: what

jimin: just saying

y/n: stop saying

jimin: you should like lift this sex ban you’ve put us on

y/n: no

jimin: i said i was sorry

y/n: sorry does not take back the month you were an asshole to me

jimin: BABEEEEEEEEEEEE

y/n: leave me alone

jimin: this is how people get cheated on yk??

y/n: are you saying ur gonna cheat on me rn?

jimin: DON’T TALK CRAZY NOW

heh like crazy

shut up

anyways

i was just saying

this is how cheating happens

y/n: am i supposed to be insecure??

jimin: depends

does you feeling insecure make you want to fuck me?

y/n: that is so toxic

jimin: toxic enough to have sex??

y/n: …

jimin: taking that as a maybe

y/n: take it as a no

jimin: baby ☹️☹️

y/n: not listening

jimin: do you even love me

y/n: no

jimin: WOW :((

has this whole relationship been a lie be honest

y/n: this whole relationship is about to be in the past if u keep being annoying

jimin: just say you want to fuck me at this point

y/n: i do NOT want to fuck you at this point

jimin: you said it not me 🔥🔥🔥🔥

y/n: can you read???

jimin: when i want to

y/n: so no then…

jimin: i’m naked rn

y/n: i hope you freeze to death

jimin: kinky 😉

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: sex ban

jk: 😧

y/n: cry about it

jk: euh euh euh waaaaaa waaaa euh euh waaaaaaa waaaa waaaa waaaaaaaaaaaa waaaaa waaaaa waaaaa waaaaaa waaaaa waaaaa waaaaa waaaaWAAAAAA

😢😓😭😰😪😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

y/n: stop

jk: i’m sorry babe

y/n: you deserve this

jk: i’m aware

i’m sorry

shoot me in the head

bury me alive

i’m sorry

kill me

kill me now

i’m sorry

i’m sososo sorry

babe

y/n: stop

jk: ok

sorry

y/n: thank you

jk: btw i just went on ur ig and jacked off to you 😭

y/n: what the actual fuck jungkook

jk: i think i have a problem

y/n: yeah

jk: yeah

can you come hold me pls

y/n: give me 2 minutes baby

jk: she loves me >_<

YOONGI -

yoongi: u busy?

y/n: yes

yoongi: liar

y/n: what do u want

yoongi: :3

y/n: sex ban

yoongi: what.

y/n: sex ban

yoongi: why

y/n: you need it

yoongi: i need it?

y/n: you need it

yoongi: i need YOU

y/n: girl

yoongi: stop

y/n: live a little babe

yoongi: we can do that

in bed

y/n: live?

yoongi: yeah

y/n: failed sext attempt question mark

yoongi: stop saying question mark

just use an actual question mark

y/n: why question mark

yoongi: are you being serious

y/n: about me saying question mark question mark

yoongi: no

about the sex ban

y/n: yeah lol

you need it

yoongi: you said that already

shut up

y/n: sad face dot dot dot

yoongi: ur annoying

y/n: ur annoying

yoongi: shut up actually

y/n: always trying to silence women

shame on u tbh

yoongi: always talking shit

shut up tbh

y/n: sorry can’t hear you over the sex ban you’ve been put on

yoongi: that doesn’t even make sense

y/n: jump of a bridge question mark

yoongi: i’m putting you on a sex ban

y/n: UM HELLO

yoongi: yeah ur on a sex ban rn

y/n: that’s not how this works

yoongi: why

question mark

y/n: bcs i put you on one first

WAIT DID YOU JUST QUESTION MARK ME/)£/72£:£:77/7:7:£

WHO EVEN ARE YOU RN

lord pls kill the one they call min yoongi i HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIMMMM

yoongi: yeah ok

come home soon pretty waiting for you :3

y/n: i’ll kill you in your sleep

yoongi: kill me during sex

y/n: you should be scared rn

yoongi: i’m terrified pretty girl

y/n: hope you’ve said ur goodbyes to your family

yoongi: sent them letters and everything

y/n: i’m omw

yoongi: oh nooooooo

TAEHYUNG -

tae: HEY 😆

what you doing pretty????

y/n: cleaning rn tae

tae: oh you’re showering?

y/n: no

tae: without me? ://

y/n: i’m cleaning

not showering

can you read

tae: ok but like i’m 📯

y/n: tf is that

ur trumpet???

tae: THAT IS NOT A FUCKING TRUMPET ARE YOU SILLY THATS A HORN

god i HATE women

y/n: ok woah???

still don’t know what ur saying to me i’m literally cleaning leave me alone

tae: i’m 📯

y/n: in a band???

tae i don’t fucking know what ur trying to say to me

tae: i’m horny ohmygod i’m horny

y/n: ok

thanks for telling me goodbye now

tae: ????????

IM HORNY

what are you not getting

y/n: you’re also on a sex ban so

tae: WHAT????????

SINCE WHEN

UR LYING

y/n: since now ur pissing me off

tae: BABE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

pls

pls say this is fake

say it’s a lie

untrue

fake news

false information

incorrect

tell me babe

y/n: it’s real

so real

should of done this sooner

yes this one is unfinished I TOLD U GUYS

SEOKJIN -

jin: how about you set ur self up for success and turn on ur location rn 😝🙏🏼

y/n: no if you want to come see me you have to be on ur retro shit

pull out ur map and compass i’ll drop the coordinates ‼️💯

jin: why do you have to be so difficult

y/n: don’t act like you don’t know how to use map and compass

you were born before google maps

i KNOW you know ur way around a compass

jin: you are not funny btw

y/n: btw i am

jin: go away

y/n: going away

jin: wait no come back

let’s make love lol

y/n: you are on a sex ban

jin: no i’m not?

y/n: yes you are

jin: i’m not

y/n: you live in delusion then

jin: SLUT

y/n: always so nice to me 🥺💗

jin: ok but would you still love me as a worm?

y/n: i don’t love you as u are now

jin: WOAH????

that’s fucking rude

y/n: you literally called me a slut cuz i wouldn’t fuck you

jin: that’s different

y/n: you are not a good person

jin: so i’ve been told

y/n: try therapy maybe?

jin: sex therapy

y/n: jin

jin: what

i love you you love me let’s make love

fuck the ban i say fuck it 🗣️

y/n: go away

NAMJOON -

namjoon: are you mad at me or something my love?

y/n: no

namjoon: so the sex ban is because?

y/n: felt like it

namjoon: ok pretty

y/n: ok?

namjoon: yeah?

y/n: ur not gonna fight me about it?

namjoon: i am i supposed to?

y/n: a little bit

namjoon: oh

i really don’t want to fight with you tho

y/n: not even a little bit?

namjoon: not even a little bit

y/n: cuz you want to fight me a big bit right?????

namjoon: no?

y/n: why is that a question?

namjoon: why do you want me to fight you?

y/n: do you like having sex with me?

namjoon: of course

y/n: act like it then

namjoon: let’s have sex baby

y/n: NO ❌❌ ❌❌❌❌ ❌❌❌❌❌ ❌❌❌❌ ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌ 🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️

SEX BAN

SEX BANNNNNN

namjoon: i’m not gonna force you to have sex with me if you don’t want to my love

y/n: i do want to have sex with you

namjoon: but you put me on a sex ban

y/n: yes

what are you not getting kim namjoon

namjoon: a lot baby

help me out here

y/n: do you even love me anymore?

namjoon: with my whole heart and soul

y/n: joon

namjoon: baby

y/n: i want the sex

you want the sex

i say sex ban

you say

namjoon: i respect that

y/n: NO

SHUT UP

namjoon: sorry 😢

y/n: you say

namjoon: let’s have sex pls

y/n: ur getting better

but it’s still not perfect

namjoon: more rizz??

y/n: LMAO no

we are leaving rizz in the past

namjoon: oh ok

less rizz?

y/n: 0 rizz more

desperation

namjoon: so you want me to beg?

y/n: well yes

but like i’m not gonna tell you to beg because that’s me telling you

i want you to beg because you WANT to beg not cuz i told you to beg

namjoon: baby please can we have sex

i really need you right now

please baby help me out

y/n: hehehehheheheh

no joon

a sex ban is a sex ban

namjoon: but baby

y/n: ur so obsessed with me it’s crazy wow

namjoon: i know i’m sorry just want you

love you

so much

y/n: i’ll bake you in my oven

namjoon: thank you baby

y/n: yw

now come over i want to squeeze you till ur eyes pop out

namjoon: ok baby ❤️

y/n: WAIT WHY WE LOWKEY SEXTING RN 😝😝😝😝😝

namjoon: go us!!!

y/n: um ur literally on a sex ban?? go away

and this one

HOSEOK -

hobi: gm shesus 😝

y/n: ?

hobi: pussy is power

i love feminism

girls girls girls

women in power

gender rolls

pay gap

history ?? no HERstory

y/n: huh

hobi: i need to fuck you before i go insane

y/n: oh

hobi: yeah

y/n: kinda looks like you’ve already gone insane

hobi: it’ll get worse

y/n: yikes

hobi: yeah

y/n: it’s barely been 24hours

hobi: i feel like a crack addict in need of his fix

withdrawals i’m having withdrawals babe

y/n: this is literally ur fault btw

hobi: ok and i’ll accept that

y/n: well ur not accepting it

cuz you’re asking to fuck after i told you we’re on a sex ban that you INSISTED you could survive

hobi: didn’t know my girlfriend wanted me dead in a ditch with my arms and legs cut off thanks for letting me know tho

y/n: “put me on a sex ban i dare you i dare you do it i’ll last could go 12 years without sex actually”

hobi: soooo i lied

y/n: no way!!!!!!

hobi: yes way

i love you

y/n: i love you too

hobi: what you trying to do rn bae 😋

y/n: no

hobi: okay!

was that a good attempt tho?

y/n: no!

hobi: fuck man

y/n: fuck man

hobi: fuck you

fuck me

fuck me fuck you

fuck us?

fuck US 😈

y/n: i’m going to fucking block you

hobi: wow okay

sell my organs while you’re at it

y/n: i will

hobi: i’m into that

y/n: you’re not helping yourself

hobi: i love you

—

unfinished but too silly not to post don’t shoot me

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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dating fred weasley and being a ravenclaw

wow i am a SIMP for this man! this ain’t new info but! he is truly such a divine man and like…yeah i had to- also this might be longer because Fred has a lot more things to cover in terms of this and his own issues sksksjjs

warnings: light smut, angst at parts, wicked hot men named frederick gideon weasley, mentions of sexual degrading and not the hot or kinky kind :/ basically dudes being scumbags

people that might like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @thatdumbbitchxx @pansydaisy@vogueweasley @slytherinsunrise @thehufflepuffwife @theweasleyslut dm me to be on the twins taglist or for requests for blurbs/ships/one shots :)

fred thinks you’re an actual literal on god 111% angel sent by god

i swear-

he basically runs into (…literally) when escaping from filch, and knocks into you coming out of transfiguration

and i shit you not, he catches you by the waist like mid dip

oh my GOD please I’m in love with him

Fred Weasley, professional jackass, looked down at you hand still on your waist. He grinned at you and winked and you swore to god you heard the sparkle sound effect. “Hullo, gorgeous.” He heard filch scream “WEASLEY!” and broke away from you, pulling you up and pushing you off of him, leading a running filch to slip in the middle of the hallway, the hall erupting in laughter: including you. Fred inhaled harshly, heart pounding at you laughing at something he managed to pull off. “I’ll…I’ll see you again, yeah?” You froze smiling in place. “Um…yeah…yeah you will?” “Yeah?” He grinned. “Yeah.” With another wink he sped off down the hall…

he couldn’t stop thinking about the wicked hot girl in the hall

god what house was she he thought?

oh shit she had blue on fuck she’s a ravenclaw he thinks. why does he think like that?

she’s outta my goddamn league, he thought before he could stop himself

“Freddie, I know you’re not giving up on the idea of this girl this easy.” George shook his head smirking in the Hall.

“I’m not giving up on anything - she’s just…too good for me.”

“Mate, you know nothing about her except how her eyes ‘sparkled like the stars’ or some whack Tolstoy shit like that…besides, you always did love a challenge, yeah?” At that Fred grinned.

“Georgie, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”

frederick gideon weasley knew what he had to do

FUCKING RUN AROUND THE CASTLE AND LOOK FOR YOU DUH

i swear he probably skipped like a half a day of classes just running from classroom to classroom tryna find your gorgeous self

he also probably was like “anyone seen a literal angel around” and everyone was just like ~please shoot this kid he cannot be deadass~

anyway, he’s starting to run out of breath guys, pobrecito is about to give up for the day and throw in the towel but then

then, fellas and foals-

he sees you

sitting in the center of the quidditch pitch

reading a book and writing in your notebook

and god when i tell you he physically had his ass floored

i mean, Jesus Christ, it’s the way you were just serenely sitting in HIS favorite place in hogwarts, not even in the stands, just absorbing life in the ACTUAL PITCH just

just being there

“What are you doing here, love?” You look up and see Fred, chest heaving, rosy cheeked and fucking glorious. He looked otherworldly with the sun at his back, seemingly glowing. “Knitting a sweater.” You said coolly, and gave a small smile. He bit his lip and made his way over to you and sat down in front of you.

“I’d like that sweater somewhere else, gorgeous.”

“Where, in your mum’s dirty laundry?” He scoffed

“No silly, on me but I’ll take that option too ;)”

You scoffed back and rolled your eyes. “On you? Please, this is made to fit an actual person with a body, Fred.”

“And I don’t have a good enough body for it?”

You bit your lip, gathering courage to look straight back at him. “I wouldn’t know I haven’t seen it.”

and that alone has Fred Weasley garnering a massive tent in his pants

He gulped. “Whats your name, darling?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

He grinned, blushing wildly. “Y/N, you’re never getting rid of me now”

that, my dear, was the truth at its finest

for the first time, he’d found a woman that matched his energy

his banter his intellectual mind was finally satisfied by this beautiful, honest, blunt girl that made him

HIM, THE MAN THAT CAN NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP, be still.

be quiet. be at peace

“freddie, don’t fucking prank first years you’re better than that”

“Fred, please don’t be a bully. You’re not an unkind person so don’t act that way, okay? Come on”

it’s about three to five days of just non stop flirting

constantly leaving him breathless and without a rebuttal, again something no one has ever been able to do

after this period, he’s eating in the great hall, not having talked to you today and bouncing his knees violently

and he sees you get up and leave the hall

this prompts him to get up and run after you

“Y/N!” You turn to see him running full speed behind you, and you smile widely, blushing a fair ton as he stops in front of you, chest heaving. Your smile falters as he doesn’t say anything “Fred, w-what’s wrong?” He then bites his lip “I’m sorry but I have to” and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the wall. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and after a few moments he pulls off you and leans his forehead to yours. “I need you.” He says hoarsely. “And I need YOU, Freddie.” He smiles and you wrap your legs around his waist…

from that moment, you two are inseparable

we are talking handsy too

oh fuck this about to get fluffy as hell

freddie basically waits until you’re out of class and then will pin you against the wall and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years

“My angel, it’s been far too long.” He says breathlessly, smiling wide before giving you a kiss attack, sending ammunition of kisses all around your face, making you giggle uncontrollably. “My love, it’s only been an hour,” you say in between full body laughter. He then stops, looking at you very seriously. “Darling, that simply will not do,” he clucks and then throws you over his shoulder, sending you into fits of laughter again as he takes you to your next class.

you and fred have so much sex

empty classrooms

in his dorm

in your dorm

in the locker rooms

in the library

“Freddie, harder baby, please” you gasp out as he’s thrusting inside of you at a rhythmic pace, him slipping into you like hot oil, skin slapping as he has you in the shower. “How much do you need me, angel? Cmon love I wanna hear your words...” “yes, yes I need you please” you moan as he hits a new angle “That’s my princess, taking me so well, do you love it when I fill you up? Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” You nod and throw your head back. “Freddie, I’m gonna come” “Good girl, princess, come all over my cock” He growls setting a faster and harder pace, as he chants your name like a hymnal, his hips and movements getting sloppier as he finally releases into you, chest heaving and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Where should we try next, gorgeous, hmm? I think snape’s office should do it, he won’t even know us from the grease stains from his nose” this earns him a smack on the arm

fred marks you up constantly too

wants everyone to see how much his “good little princess” really feels

anything that says “I choose/belong to fred weasley” he’ll make you do

and you adore it and think it’s hot as fuck

he’s also marked his name onto your thighs and boobs before

george basically accepts the fact that you’re his new baby sister too, and when fred isn’t there will protect you like it ashsajdsahjsa

by this i mean fred has employed him to (but mainly george just does it because he loves you too)

but basically

during potions, draco slides in next to you and propositions you:

“How about we strike a deal, Y/L/N?” He looks at you smugly. You roll your jaw. “Yeah I agree, you shut the fuck up and let me pass our project, and I get all the credit without you destroying my handiwork?” He flares red and grabs your wrist. “I know Weaselbee the fourth probably tastes like the rest of his family - trash - but how I about I let you try something different, hmm?” You immediately pull away from him when he releases and make an attempt to focus back on your book.

fred obviously hears about this because some slytherin guys in the hallway are talking about how much Y/N wants to suck Malfoy’s dick

he’s not stupid, he knows you get sexualized by that dumbass constantly, even before y’all started dating

basically he finds draco in the boys bathroom, corners him, and beats the fuck out of him

“if you ever get near my girlfriend again, i swear to godric i won’t be so nice next time - don’t wanna get your balls cut off before 17 do you?”

oh and he’s stupid hot when he’s mad btw but we all been knew

he finds you where he always finds you once you start dating, in his dorm stop his bed

He swallows thickly at the sight of you clearly upset, watching you sit up immediately tears welling in your throat as you begin to apologize. “Freddie, love, I didn’t do anything I promise I didn’t want him to come onto me-“ “Y/N, it’s never your fault. You have to trust me with that I...I hate seeing people hurt you love.” He pulls your body into him whne he reaches the bed, touching you like you’re porcelain, careful not to break you. “I know I get violent and angry or pouty when guys do that to you because I feel like you’ll either choose someone else or I can’t protect you and...you mean everything to me, my angel.” He whispers into your hair, tears stealing on his cheeks. “I promise no one will hurt you anymore because I love you and loving someone means you do anything for them.” He babbles like a small boy, convincing himself of everything until he realizes he’s said it and he inhales. “Y/N y-you don’t have to say it ba-“ “I want to say it back. Remember? I love you and I need you, Fred.” You look up at him softly, chin on his chest and he smiles through tears on his face. “And I love you and I need YOU, my love.”

fred knows you love him and choose him over everyone but again

he gets insecure

in the way George is scared people won’t see him as Fred

fred is afraid you’ll find someone better

someone more stable and less quick tempered

you guys have fights sometimes that end in frustration or angry sex

but fred is always there an hour later sitting outside your dorm door praying to god you forgive him for his mistake

he’s never abusive or malicious

he just gets impulsive with pranks or doesn’t consider feelings sometimes

ON TO THE BURROW!!!!

molly is so thankful for you and hugs you immediately as you walk through the door whispering

“Thank you for making my son feel how he deserves” and your eyes water lightly murmuring a thank you

you instantly catch bill’s attention as he notices the way fred is so much calmer and confident with you around

he seems more sure of himself, and not as angry

his temper too is calmer with your presence, as if the very essence of you is soothing to all youre around

he is, so so in love with you

and yes he can be brash

and yes he can be insecure

and yes he can be impulsive

but yes he would do anything for you

but yes he sees you like no one else can

but yes he knows you struggle and he wants to be there

fred weasley is absolutely incandescently in love with you

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader #Fred weasley imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

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mooooooosicals · 3 years

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Bad summaries of Hatchetfield songs:

TGWDLM:

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: here comes the... well I wouldn't call him a boy. More like six foot tall office lad.

La Dee Da Da Day: musical townspeople do what musical townspeople do... harass the protagonist

What Do You Want Paul?: the number that you don't want to get stuck in your head during sex

Cup of Roasted Coffee: convincing braindead customers to buy shitty coffee with hips and harmonies

Cup of Poison Coffee: oh. oh they're evil now. ok. cool.

Show Me Your Hands: the acab song. it should have been a tap number, fuck you.

You Tied Up My Heart: kinky shit in the basement.

Join Us And Die: ma'am I appreciate the c#5 but this is a Wendy's

Not Your Seed: Alice has an appetite for nachos. And shooting her father dead.

Show Stopping Number: old man does what old men do best, tie up their former students in their basement and shake ass

America Is Great Again: I dare you to show this to That One Family Member. I dare you.

Let Him Come: I'm thoroughly disappointed with the lack of jokes in the fandom here. Missed opportunity.

Let It Out: dance, funky office man, dance

Inevitable: well shit, that's depressing. cool lighting, tho.

BLACK FRIDAY:

Wiggly Jiggle: capitalism, but make it cute and a little bit unsettling

What Tim Wants: thank you, Tom, very nice vocals. But sir I just met you I really don't give a shit.

CaliforM.I.A.: admit it, the best part of this song is Hannah dancing in the background

What Do You Say?: high school reunion but with more 🎵spice🎵. And choreographed thrusting, for some reason.

Our Doors Are Open: capitalism with a bouncy time signature

Feast or Famine: February 2020: the song

Monsters and Men: Johnny Mac n Cheese my beloved... and uh... who are these guys again? Sorry I got distracted by the fact that mac n cheese man is back.

Deck The Halls: pov: you're watching Black Friday for the first time and have not a damn clue what's going on. Wait Santa's a pedophi-

Take Me Back: oh look, the traumatized couple sings! And... fucks-

Adore Me: MILF becomes a murderous MILF, even better

Do You Want To Play?: Other fandoms took one look at this song and said "fReE rEaL eStAtE"

Made In America: really good song for a really unnecessary plotline

Black Friday: teenager sings while being choked. That. That makes no sense.

Monsters and Men (reprise): so now they have powers all of a sudden? Did I miss something??

If I Fail You: again, Tom, pretty vocals, I don't give a shit

Wiggle: townspeople shake ass and moan for an ugly ass kids toy

What If Tomorrow Comes?: the child sings and then goes boom. we think. we're not sure.

NIGHTMARE TIME SEASON 1

Nightmare Time Theme: everyone is evil now, I guess

The Hatchetfield Ape-Man: ya like jazz?

The Blinky Song: Blinky is a shitty boss and the Sniggles need to unionize

Snoozle Town: I feel like we've heard this song before-

With A Thousand Eyes: TTO is in the HFU?!?!

Forever And Always: oh my god we're so in love uwu owo 🥺🥺

Time Bastard: woman. Pretty woman. Pretty woman singing.

Peanuts!: this song is probably therapy after that mindfuck of an episode.

Jane's A Car: we should make this song a Rick Roll in the fandom. How can you even take a song about a sad man wanting to fuck his car seriously anyway?

The Witch In The Web: little girl plays a ukelele but like. with magic.

The Web I Spin For You: spider lady sings and makes me gay

#hatchetfield #tgwdlm #the guy who didnt like musicals #black Friday #black Friday musical #black friday starkid #nightmare time #nightmare time season 1 #starkid

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eliemo · 3 years

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Something Long and Stupid

Summary: Remus knew he wasn't a good person. He was Deadpool, a killer for hire, "the merc with a mouth." He'd come to terms with what he was a long time ago. He didn't need Spiderman to remind him of what he was.

He didn't need Virgil to come into his life and make him question it for the first time

TWs: Violence, threats, strong language, blood

Notes: Superhero au, Spiderman Virgil, Deadpool Remus, enemies to lovers Dukexiety

New project that nobody asked for. I know I should finish my ongoing wips before starting a new one but I do not control the hyperfixation.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

When Virgil kicked Remus in the chest and sent him hurtling off the building into an active construction site, Remus found himself thinking about how they’d met.

Honestly, it hadn’t started off much better. Spiderman was a piece of shit who thought he was so much better than Remus just because Deadpool killed some people every now and then.

Well, that had been the first impression anyway. They hadn’t exactly started off on the right foot.

Remus had been doing his job, thank you very much, he was a mercenary for hire, it wasn’t like he’d been going after a gang of strangers for fun. And he certainly hadn’t needed help.

There were three of them and one of him, just some standard thugs that had been causing a bit too much trouble for people with more money to spend, their names already set to pay for Remus’s rent this month.

He’d unsheathed his swords, (guns would make it over too quickly, and what was the fun in that?) letting the assholes get their hopes up by grabbing for their own weapons and then—

Then all his targets were all suddenly covered in webs, firmly plastered to the nearest wall with threats and screaming that Remus ignored in favor of whirling around, slicing the air with his blades.

“Hey, what the fuck?”

Spiderman was half hanging off the wall, stepping back down onto the ground when he saw Remus staring. “You’re welcome,” he called, like Remus had asked for him to come in ruin is fun.

Remus scoffed, because rude. You don’t just steal someone’s kill like that. But at least they were immobilized now, which meant shooting them and getting the day over with would be a piece of cake. The webs weren’t budging no matter how frantically they kicked.

He yanked his gun from his belt to do exactly that, only to have another web (seriously, fucking spider webs had no business being this strong) wrapped around his wrist, another pulling the pistol right out of his hand.

“Uh, motherfucker?” Remus took a step back, furiously grabbing at the lingering webs with his bare hands, grimacing at the way it clung to his leather. “Jeez, you want me to decapitate them instead?”

“They’re already down,” the asshole said, like Remus hadn’t noticed. “Back off, Deadpool.”

Remus didn’t have time to be surprised that Spiderman knew who he was, far too busy wanting to run over and punch him right in his stupid masked face. “Ok, clearly you don’t know my deal. Move it, Webs.”

“Then you don’t know mine,” he said, masked eye staring blankly from underneath the hood over his suit. “I’m not letting you murder defenseless people.”

“They’re not fucking defenseless.”

“They’re not breaking free,” the spider said. “The cops will take whoever I capture for them. Call them and leave.”

Remus scoffed and tightened his hold on his sword, wondering if he really wanted to get into a fight with Spiderman in the middle of the afternoon. It was only fucking Tuesday, he was too tired to deal with this shit. “And they can take them in body bags. Give me my gun back.”

Remus was a good foot taller than him, and loaded with about three times as many weapons, but the masked asshole didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. God, he was probably smirking under his suit.

“I finished the fight, I get to decide.” He turned around, his back to Remus like he didn’t even care. “Maybe try to be faster next time.”

“Oh, fuck right off with that,” Remus snarled. “Fuck off. Fuck off and suck a fat dick, you fucking—”

“Either you walk away, or I leave you tied to the wall.”

“Kinky,” Remus smirked, even if Spiderman couldn’t see it under his own mask. “But fat fucking luck. No way in hell am I letting some bitch in black and purple spanx steal my kill.”

Spiderman actually had the audacity to sigh, like he was dealing with a petulant child. “Nobody’s getting killed.”

“You know, I’ve got more than one gun,” Remus said, mentally calculating how fast he’d have to move to shoot every single person in this alleyway. “I’m playing nice. Get out of my way.”

“You’re not shooting someone who can’t fight back.”

“Oh, are you the moral police?” Jesus, Remus wanted to punch this guy. “Man, fuck off. It’s none of your business.”

He grabbed for his other gun, only to immediately feel something wrap around his waist and legs, yanking hard and lifting him into the air. He shouted something he really hoped no pedestrians were close by enough to overhear, doing his absolute best to give Spiderman his coldest glare as he was slammed against the brick wall, upside down, held firmly down by fucking spider webs.

“Oh, you bitch.”

Remus twisted and thrashed, and while he could feel the webs giving way already it would be a good few minutes until he was free. That fucking asshole.

“Next time I see you I’m cutting off your spider ass and hanging it on my fucking wall!”

Spiderman ignored him, and Remus watched as he grabbed the thugs Remus was supposed to kill and one by one swung them out of the alleyway before disappearing completely.

That whore.

It hadn’t been long, unfortunately, until they’d met again, and Remus had of course tried to punch the asshole right in the head.

They’d ended up on the same rooftop, which was even worse because Remus came up here to relax. Spiderman had just been sitting there, legs dangling over the edge as he watched over the city, looking almost peaceful with his hood down and the sun beating against his mask.

So Remus had immediately vaulted over and swung at him as hard as he possibly could.

And then he’d missed, because of course Spidey had to have fucking inhuman reflexes, which was bullshit. He’d ducked away and managed to jump to Remus’s side before Remus even registered that his fist had met nothing but air.

“Can you leave?” Spiderman asked, so unbothered it only made Remus angrier. “I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Making sure people don’t get killed,” he said, moving back towards the ledge. “You should try it sometime.”

Remus crossed his arms, watching the vigilante in disbelief. “You get that I’m a mercenary, right? You’re surprised by the killing thing?”

“I’m not,” he said, and he still wouldn’t even look at Remus. “But I’m stopping it when I can.”

“Oh? So you’re ruining a small business?” Remus threw his arms out and turned towards the ledge overlooking the bustling city. “Spiderman doesn’t support small businesses, you heard it here first, folks!”

Spidey was staring at him now, and Remus had a sneaking suspicion he would not appreciate the look he was being given if the mask was taken off. Asshole.

“I don’t support killing people, Deadpool.”

“Sucks,” Remus said. “You should’ve stayed out of the way. If I wasn’t so kind and generous I would have shot you.”

“You mean if you hadn’t been tied up and defenseless,” Spiderman corrected, and Remus was right back to wanting to punch him. “You’re lucky I didn’t get you arrested.”

Remus dramatically put a hand to his chest and gasped, walking along the roof’s edge. “Oh no. What ever would I have done? I’d be defeated! My one weakness. C ops.”

Spidey didn’t respond, but he did get up and move away when Remus got a bit too close to where he was perched on the ledge. Ha .

“Maybe I should have called the cops on you, Spidey,” Remus added. “They’d finally catch the masked menace. Some jail time might humble you.”

“I’d be fine,” Spiderman said. “I wasn’t the one tied to a wall.”

Remus hopped back onto the roof with a growl, grimacing at the reminder of how long it had taken to get those webs off his suit. “Yeah, don’t do that shit again. Seriously, I can and will end you.”

“Get in line behind half the city, Deadpool.”

Remus scoffed, something he apparently did a lot of whenever talking to Spiderman, and followed him across the rooftop. “Man, your ratings are shit. At least I don't act like a hero.”

It was hard to see, barely noticeable, but Remus saw Spidey’s shoulders tense, just a bit. Apparently he’d struck a nerve. Good.

“I don’t act like anything,” he said, and it was just a little less cocky than before. “I’m just trying to help people.”

“Oh, so you’re playing hero.” Remus grinned, moving until he was crouched right in front of the vigilante. “Ooh ooh, let me guess...you’re in college. You’re ...22. Maybe 23, or 24. You got these big bad powers one day and figured you were the only one in the whole wide world who could protect the people who couldn’t protect themselves.”

Spidey didn’t answer, just looked at him with that blank, unamused stare, so Remus continued. “Or were you born with them? Doesn’t seem like it, you’ve only popped up in the last two or three years—”

“It’s none of your business,” Spiderman cut in, and Remus smirked. “And you’re wrong, for the record.”

“Oh I am, am I?” Remus asked, amused despite himself. “If nobody wants you, why are you even trying?”

Spidey was tense now, and doing a real bad job of hiding it. “Maybe I don’t give a shit what people think.”

“Right.” Remus didn’t need to see the guy’s face to know that wasn’t it. “You do realize how much money you could make with those powers, right?”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I’m fine doing what I’m doing.”

Remus looked him over, he’d seen spidey all over newspapers and on TV before, but this was the first time actually talking to him in person, besides the other day when the asshole had ruined his afternoon. Honestly, it was kinda underwhelming. He expected the suit to be higher tech, at least.

“Are you broke?” he asked. “You seem broke. I could make you a way better mask, by the way. It looks like shit.”

“I’m sure,” Spidey said, completely ignoring his generous offer. Rude. “And how much do you get paid for killing people?”

“A lot.”

Spiderman hummed nonchalantly, no longer looking at Remus. “Well, I’m glad it’s worth it.”

“It is! I sleep like a baby in my king sized bed.” And yeah, that was a little bit of a lie. Barely.. He wasn’t living that luxuriously, New York was expensive as shit, but based on his tech he was way better off than Webs.

“That’s wonderful,” Spiderman said and damn, apparently the masked menace was capable of being a sarcastic bastard as well as a cocky asshole. “You done pretending now? Can I go?”

“I’m not pretending anything.”

“Yeah, ok.” Spiderman was back to sounding arrogant, and Remus couldn’t remember why they were talking instead of fighting to the death. “I know you sleep like shit.”

Remus actually laughed, humorless and cold, because what the fuck?

“Oh yeah?”

“Nobody kills for a living if their life is going great,” Spidey said. “What horrible trauma pushed you to that decision?”

Oh, this motherfucker. This piece of shit. He was so dead when Remus could catch him off guard.

“Nobody puts on a costume and fights crime when half the city wants him dead if his life is going great, either.” Remus smirked, moving to try to get Spidey to look at him again. “At least I get money for it. No student loan debt at 26 is pretty nice.”

He probably shouldn’t have given the vigilante that was quickly turning into his sworn enemy his age but eh. What was he gonna do, kill him? Remus didn’t stay dead.

“That’s great,” Spiderman said. “And all it cost was people’s lives.”

“Yep!” Remus hoped it came out cheery enough to piss him off a little more. “Think of it this way, Spidey. They’re gonna die anyway.”

Spiderman immediately straightened up and stalked to the other end of the rooftop, clearly wanting the conversation to end. Mission accomplished. “Jesus Christ.”

“It’s true!” he called, just to drive home the fuck off a bit more. “Someone would have gotten to them eventually.”

“They’re still people, Deadpool.”

Remus shrugged. “Good people don't get hits put on them.”

“Maybe not,” the vigilante agreed. “But good people don’t murder in exchange for money, either.”

Remus barked another laugh at that, more genuine this time because... yeah? Duh. “No shit. I never fucking said I was a good person.”

“You’re lucky you haven't killed anyone innocent yet.” And goddammit there was that ‘hero’ shit again that made Remus want to throw up. He’d just been starting to have fun, too.

“It’s still not your business.”

“It will be,” Spidey said, perched on the ledge in a way that would make Remus dizzy if he cared. “Stick to killing criminals and we'll be fine.”

“Oh?” Remus followed, smirking in a way that would probably get him punched if he took off his mask. “Are you gonna come get me if I’m not good?”

“That’s my job.”

“Aw, don’t worry,” Remus teased. “I’ll wear something sexy for you.”

“Gross.”

“Love you too, Spider Babe!”

Spidey scoffed, responding with a gloved middle finger when Remus winked. Remus watched a web shoot from his wrist, and suddenly Spiderman was gone, swinging across New York rooftops, leaving Remus to try to figure out how he was getting down.

Remus honestly hadn’t expected to see him again. He was fucked in the head, but he didn’t have any plans to lose control and start killing everyone in sight. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t a villain Spiderman needed to spend time tracking down. New York was busy enough for both of them already.

He did plan on chucking the nearest heavy object at him if he ever saw Spidey swinging past. That never ended up happening. Not that he cared. He didn’t miss him.

He expected to catch a glimpse of him eventually, maybe close enough to yell a few lighthearted threats or call him names, but nothing as entertaining as the argument on the roof.

What he hadn’t expected, was to run right into the masked menace while walking home in the middle of the night.

Remus had just finished a job, something standard and quick, and after wiping the blood from his blades he’d decided to take the long way home. The sun had set, the night air was crisp and relaxing, and it helped Remus forget about the blood stains he needed to wash away.

He’d been cutting through sidestreets, mentally mapping out how to get back to his place. He turned a corner into an alleyway, and—

And there was Spiderman, hunched over himself and leaned against the wall like he’d been using it for support, shaking, gasping, and completely drenched in deep red blood.

Remus froze, and Spidey did too as soon as he registered Deadpool standing just a few paces away, the two of them staring silently for what felt like an eternity.

“Dude,” Remus said when he found his voice. “What the fuck happened to you?”

Spiderman was clutching at his chest, black and purple suit barely able to hide the red stains, leaned heavily against the brick wall as he watched Remus warily. “Nothing.”

“Don’t be stupid. Whose blood is that?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped, and his voice was wavering. “Keep walking.”

Remus took a step forward, frowning at the way the vigilante went tense against the wall. He ignored it. “Whose blood is it?” It came out more of a command than a question this time.

“Mostly mine,” Spiderman said, and Remus could see it pooling around his gloves now that he was closer. “It’s fine.”

“Why’re you bleeding?”

“None of your business. Go home.”

Remus tried to get a better look from where he stood, well aware that approaching might not be the best idea right now. “Was it a gun or a knife?”

“It was none of your business and you need to go away.”

Remus watched him, incredulous, because the idiot was barely standing and losing way too much blood way too quickly, and he was pretty sure Spiderman didn’t have Remus’s whole immortality deal.

“You really want to bleed out on the street like some street thug?”

The vigilante hesitated, and Remus listened to the way his breathing was turning into awful sounding wheezes. “I’m...not going to bleed out. I’m fine.”

“Oh, yeah?” Remus challenged, probably a bit more aggressively than was needed for someone who looked like they were about to keel over. “Walk over to me then.”

He’d expected the lack of response, but even though the eyes built into the suit were practically lifeless (he really should get him some more advanced goggles. He’d be a lot more approachable if his eyes weren’t so blank) Remus could still see his whole body tense in fear.

“No,” he said, low and trembling. “Fuck off.”

“Spidey, this isn’t a joke.” Jesus, that was a lot of blood. “You’re gonna bleed out.”

“And you can throw a party—”

“Fucking come here.” He hadn’t meant to snap, but he wasn’t going to just stand here bickering with the city’s hero until he dropped dead. But Spidey still shook his head, pressed even further against the wall now, and Remus sighed. “Fine.”

Remus took a few steps forward, initially planning on prying his arms away to get a better look at the wound, but Spiderman flinched back, trying to scramble away like Remus was coming at him with a weapon.

Well, Remus supposed that made sense. He had threatened to kill him a couple times last time they spoke.

“Chill it, Spidey.” Remus crouched a bit, suddenly painfully aware of how much taller he was, carefully holding his hands out. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I don’t believe you,” he shot back. Which...yeah, fair. “I know you want to.”

“Does it look like I have a knife in my hand?” Remus asked. “No. Chill out and let me see.”

Spidey didn’t pull away when Remus took his shoulders, but he did flinch as soon as Deadpool touched him, probably involuntarily. Remus ignored it, focusing instead on figuring out where the blood was coming from. It was almost impossible in the dark lighting, especially up against the black suit.

“It’s...not that bad,” Spiderman rasped. “Seriously.”

Remus wasn’t buying that for a second. “What happened?”

“I was stupid, that’s what happened,” Spidey said, arms still wrapped firmly around himself. “It...there were five of them and one of them got lucky with a knife.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Remus pulled back, trying to figure out what to do. “You are stupid. Where?”

He only hesitated a moment. “Uh, my chest. I heal fast.”

“Jesus. How fast?”

Spiderman shrugged, then obviously regretted it when it pulled at the stab wound. “Hopefully fast enough,” he said. “I’ll be fine tomorrow or I’ll be dead.”

“Jesus,” Remus said again, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say? “Sit down. Jesus Christ.”

Spidey thankfully did as he said, though Remus suspected it had more to do with the fact that he couldn’t keep himself standing anymore rather than actually following instructions.

He wasn’t fighting anymore, almost limp as Remus took his wrists and moved them to his sides, but he did look like he was ready to bolt the second Deadpool made one wrong move.

Like he wouldn’t fall right on his face and hurt himself worse if he tried.

Remus could see the source of the blood now, a deep gash across his upper chest that had apparently sliced the black and purple suit like butter, still gushing crimson with each passing second.

Shit.

“Alright, uh.” This wasn’t his expertise in the slightest. Other than digging out some bullets, Remus didn't have to tend to his wounds. “I don’t think I have any fabric or...oh, your hoodie. Hand it over.”

Spiderman stared, and if he didn’t hurry up and get with the program Remus was going to knock him out and handle this himself. “Why?”

“Because you’re bleeding out. Give it.”

Spidey at least had the sense to listen and carefully peel the hoodie away from his suit, sliding it down his arms even as his gloved hands shook violently. Remus couldn’t help but wince at the noise Spiderman tried to choke back, because that had to hurt like a bitch.

“Maybe, like...lay down?” Remus suggested. “Yeah, do that. It’ll help.”

Spidey still hesitated, even as the blood continued to flow and he started to slide down against his will. “I...need to see what you’re doing.”

Remus sighed, bunching up the hoodie and pressing it firmly against the wound, ignoring the strangled gasp that came from the vigilante. Blood was quickly soaking through the cloth, and Remus just pressed harder.

“I’m just putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding,” Remus said. “If I wanted to kill you I’d leave you here. If it stops bleeding you’ll heal, right?”

The only answer he got was another wet, trembling gasp when Remus pushed harder, Spiderman’s blood soaking into his gloves. It took a second for him to realize he was grasping at Remus’s wrists, his hold weak.

“H-hopefully,” Spidey managed, and he really didn’t sound great. His eyes were drooping, and Remus figured the biggest danger right now was letting him fall asleep. “Or, you know. I’ll die.”

“You’re not gonna die,” Remus said without thinking. “I’m gonna stop the bleeding, you’re gonna heal with whatever weird powers you have, and then you’ll be less of a careless idiot next time.”

A few moments passed without an answer, and for once Remus wasn’t entirely sure how to fill the silence. The only sound between them was Spiderman’s labored, ragged breathing, which at least sounded a bit less shaky and faint as Remus continued to press down.

“What are you doing?” Spidey asked eventually, catching Remus completely off guard with the stupid question. “Why are you...trying to help?”

Remus wasn’t trying to do anything. He was helping. The city’s beloved hero would have been dead five minutes ago if he hadn’t managed to interrupt Remus’s perfectly nice, peaceful walk.

He hadn’t even really thought about it. Remus was an asshole, a murderer for a living, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t the guy who was going to leave New York’s savior to bleed out in an alleyway.

Besides, he’d been the first person Remus had been able to have a somewhat entertaining conversation with in months.

“Somebody’s gotta save everyone,” he eventually settled on, still pressing hard against the wound. “And I refuse to be the city’s only mouthy vigilante.”

Another beat of silence, and for a moment Remus thought he might have fallen asleep. “I don’t...save anyone. And I’m not mouthy.”

“You do,” Remus argued. “And you are.”

“I don’t,” he snapped, and at least he didn’t seem inclined to argue about the mouthy thing. “You do your job better than I do.”

Remus took a moment to look over the bleeding hero. He was weak and trembling, and probably dangerously pale and clammy under that suit. The blood flow had definitely slowed, but it hadn't stopped. There was a good chance he wouldn’t remember a damn thing Remus said to him tonight.

And if he did, it’s not like he really gave a shit, anyway.

“I’m a mercenary,” Remus said. “Anyone can kill someone. It takes something a lot stronger to save them. So shut up and stop being self deprecating.”

Spiderman shuddered when Remus carefully peeled back the bloody hoodie, leaning in to get a better look at where they were at. Either he was just that good at fixing stab wounds, or Spidey’s healing powers were gradually starting to kick in.

Remus decided to go with the former. He deserved it.

“I got someone killed tonight,” Spidey said, quiet and unbearably sad. “She...she died because I wasn’t fast enough, and I didn’t—”

“You can’t save everyone.”

The vigilante pulled his hands away from Remus’s wrists, like he’d just realized he was holding them. “I should have tried harder.”

Remus sighed. “You tried hard enough. You did fine.”

That was apparently the end of the conversation, Spiderman falling back into silence as Remus went back to making sure he didn’t start bleeding all over the place again. He didn’t have anything on him to properly clean it up, he wasn’t sure he even owned a first-aid kit, but Spidey’s breathing was starting to even out, and after about ten minutes or so the blood stopped flowing completely.

“You, uh...you good?”

“I’ll be fine,” Spiderman said, and it didn’t sound like a desperate lie this time. He still looked like shit, but he was able to slowly sit up on his own. “Not dying this time. Just...still hurts.”

They were plunged back into silence, slightly less tense than before but no less uncomfortable. Remus eventually relinquished his hold on the hoodie when Spidey was able to carefully take it from him.

Right, he was fine now. Remus didn’t need to stay, it wasn’t his business anymore. It hadn’t been his business to begin with.

“I...owe you,” Spiderman said, almost like it was strange for him to admit. “So, thank y—”

“Don’t thank me, Spidey.” God, this had been a mistake, hadn’t it? “Seriously. Just buy me a pizza sometime and we’ll call it square.”

Spiderman stared for second, unsteady hands holding his own hood to his chest, but the small laugh that escaped at least sounded genuine, and no longer quite so pained.

“Ok,” he said. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Remus hesitated before standing, not really sure if it would be more rude to leave or stay at this point. Spiderman probably didn’t want a mercenary for hire standing over him while he was wounded, whether Remus had saved his life or not.

Remus was still just as far from a hero as the villains Spiderman fought, and both of them had a reputation to keep.

“You sure you’re ok?” Remus asked. “I can like...stay. Or call you an ambulance or...something.”

“I’m good,” Spidey said, sitting up with a small hiss of pain until he was propped up against the wall, breathing still heavy. “You stopped the bleeding, I’ll live. You can go home, Deadpool.”

“Right.” He carefully stepped around the vigilante, still keeping a close eye on his chest to make sure the bleeding didn’t start again. “Just don’t die after all my hard work. My gloves are fucking soaked.”

Spiderman scoffed, but it was more good natured and light than it had been the last time they talked. “You got it.”

Remus kept walking down the alley, only turning around once more before turning the corner at the end. “And don’t forget my pizza, Spidey!”

#spiderman virgil #deadpool remus #superhero au #spiderman au #spideypool #dukexiety #virgil sanders #remus sanders #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends #violence tw #sex jokes #remus being remus #blood tw #injury #sanders sides #fanfiction #writing

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emkay512 · 3 years

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Just For Tonight

What if it had been Liam’s idea to have house Beaumont sponsor Riley in his social season? And what was Liam’s night like after he dropped off Riley in the very first chapter?

A/N: I watch a lot of rom-coms and chick flicks and couldn’t stop thinking about Liam and came up with this 🙃 This exists in my OUAT universe, so I’m using those tags, I hope that’s ok and you enjoy!

Thank you at @sfb123 and @queenrileyrose for pre-reading and giving me that extra confident boost! I think I was marinating on this too long! Lol 😅

Warnings: Some language, but that’s about it.

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Word count: 1,676

Liam’s head was swimming. He and Riley just piled into a cab to escort her back to her apartment after their midnight rendezvous with the Statue of Liberty. That kiss she gave him on the ferry had him dizzy, he was losing his inner fight to remember his duty bound responsibilities and wanted to embrace her again, but he also didn’t want to lead Riley on.

As if Riley was reading his mind, she broke the silence and asked, “hey, Liam?” Liam focused his gaze on her in reply, “what if just for tonight, we indulge in ourselves a little?” Liam lifted his brow in confusion.

“How do you mean?”

Riley was feeling quiet vulnerable with her idea, but in keeping with her own suggestion, she explained, “I have a feeling about you. That you’re used to putting your priorities and desires dead last in life. I’m even a little afraid that you may come to regret this night with me because you will convince yourself you had over indulged by allowing a little personal pleasure in your life. I’m saying, don’t do that. And I won’t either. I’m not sorry for opening up to a prince I know I’ll never see again. So… so how about you do the same?” Riley felt her cheeks blush and she looked up at him to see his eyes soften, knowing he was moved and would agree.

“Ok.” Liam smiled genuinely, she was completely right, and now thanks to her, he wouldn’t allow himself to feel any shame for enjoying this night. “Ok, Ms. Riley Brooks, I’ll do the same. Just for tonight, I will feel no shame for enjoying myself, for letting my heart call the shots for once.”

“Good.” Riley almost felt her eyes well up with tears from both the most sincere happiness she was feeling mixed with sadness of the night ending. Just then, the cab slowed to a stop right in front of her stoop. “Well, this is me. Good night, Liam. Thank you for the unforgettable evening.”

“Riley,” was all he could whisper before they both leaned in, closed their eyes, and surrendered into their goodnight kiss. Liam had relaxed completely, and it was Riley that deepened the kiss. She had parted her lips for him and he allowed himself to touch his tongue to hers, reveling in her sweet taste. He took one hand to cup her cheek and his other hand around her waist, both hands pressing her body as close to his as possible.

At the sound of the cabbie clearing his throat, they parted, both a little out of breathe. With smiles on both their faces, they said at the same time, “well, good night.”

They awkwardly laughed, and Riley touched her hand to his 5 o’clock shadow and said, “I think you are amazing, and thank you again for tonight.” She offered him the sweetest smile and then moved to exit the cab.

Liam replied as she was making her move out, “goodnight, Ms. Riley, and just so you know, I will never regret this night.” It was the right thing to say, as he saw nothing but elation on her face as she gently shut the car door and turned to walk into her apartment.

After giving the cabbie the name of his hotel, Liam leaned back in the backseat of the cab with nothing but stars in his eyes. He couldn’t believe the night he just had, and he was too far gone in his euphoria that he wouldn’t allow himself to think back to the reality that awaits him. Just for tonight. Just like they had said. He would allow himself to close out this night on his love sick high.

Upon his arrival back to the suite he was sharing with his friends, Maxwell was the only one still up. Liam could swear that his good, cheery, friend, Maxwell Beaumont, operated on constant energizer bunny batteries and actually didn’t sleep.

“Well, well, well… couldn’t quiet pull off the next-morning-walk-of-shame, my prince?” Maxwell knew Liam hated the formalities among his friends so he knew right away that Maxwell was in a full ball-busting mood. But Liam didn’t care. And to his dismay, Maxwell noticed. “Whoa. What the hell is that dopey look on your face!? You did get laid??” Maxwell was sincerely perplexed because he knew that a one night quickie was unlike Liam, but he could think of no other explanation.

Liam chuckled and shrugged, knowing he was unable to shake the grin off his face. No, he didn’t get laid. But he did get kissed. Twice. By a woman he knew he wouldn’t shake from his thoughts, for probably the rest of his life. Just for tonight. He continued the mantra in his mind. He’d let his mind wander to the idea of seeing her again. “Calm down, Max. She just showed me a very lovely evening. She pulled off a trip to the Statue of Liberty. Just for me.” Maxwell was not missing the stars in Liam’s eyes and couldn’t resist in fucking with him a little more.

“Huh, so your tryst involved another lady? Ya know, Lady Liberty? Kinky.” Liam rolled his eyes, that’s not even creative or funny, he thought to himself. “Wait, so how in the hell did you pull that off? I know you get shit done, but a last minute late night boat ride in a foreign country to impress a girl? How did you do it?”

“I didn’t. It was all the other way around. She called in a favor to impress me, and as you can see, I was quiet taken.”

“Well damn, sister’s got some moves! I mean, look at you, I’ve never seen you so smitten!” Maxwell was still muttering some mockeries at Liam, something about Liam being a smitten kitten. But it was something else he said that stuck out to Liam. Sister. Maxwell had call her a sister. After a second, a wild idea popped into Liam’s mind.

“That’s it! That’s it, Maxwell you genius!” Maxwell blinked up at Liam, very unsure what part of his rambles got Liam so excited. “House Beaumont still needs a sponsor for the social season, right?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s right.” Maxwell was clearly not putting two and two together.

“Catch up, Beaumont! Her! Riley! What do you think? We could catch up with her in the morning and ask her to join the season under your house. Well?”

Maxwell was grinning from ear to ear. He thought it was such a good idea that he was disappointed he didn’t think of it. “You’re on. You and I can find her in the morning before your early flight back and if she says yes, I’ll bring her back here to get the guys caught up and she’ll fly back with us.”

“Genius! Ah, I could kiss you right now Maxwell! I’m gonna try to catch some sleep before the morning.” Liam said while pumping his fist in excitement and he half jogged into a separate room to fall asleep.

The next morning, Liam and Maxwell caught sight of Riley walking up to her bar. Maxwell still had a curious amount of energy in him and next thing Liam knew, he was jogging ahead to Riley with his hand in the air to get her attention. “Hey! Hey, Riley!” Liam kept his pace as Maxwell rushed ahead.

Riley whipped around to see Maxwell charging at her. “Oh, hey. It’s you. One of Liam’s friends, Maxwell, right?”

“Yep! Good memory! Anyway I’m glad I caught you. I’m here because I want to formally invite you to Cordonia to participate in all the festivities for Liam. Normally you wouldn’t be allowed to join, but I want to sponsor you!” Maxwell could see the shock and confusion on her face as he continued to explain. “I’m from a noble house, but I don’t have any sisters so we don’t have anyone in contention to marry the prince. Instead we get to pick any girl to sponsor, and I pick you!”

“Wh-why me?”

“I’m not doing it just for you.” Just then Liam caught up and strode into the scene.

“Good morning, Ms. Riley Brooks.” Liam used his most husky and calm voice possible. He knew he was about to be asking a lot out of her.

Riley instantly picked up Liam’s voice as he walked up and greeted her, “Liam? What are you doing here?”

Liam approached and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss. He met her eyes as he explained, “I’m here to do the same thing my good friend, Maxwell, is here doing. I want to convince you to come to Cordonia. Everything he said is true. You can participate as his sponsor.” Riley moved her eyes from Liam and looked just over his shoulder at Maxwell, she was trying to decide if he was someone she could trust and someone whose house she wanted to join. She saw a very promising and honest smile on his face, and she felt comfortable. She then looked back to Liam, who was still holding her hand.

“I… I don’t know.. that’s a big commitment..”

“Look,” Liam said quickly not wanting to lose his momentum. “I’ll level with you, Cordonia won’t be like New York, but there’s something about you. About us, that I trust. There’s something here Riley, why not give it a shot. Come on, I know you feel it too.”

She most certainly felt it too and she thought about last night and the opportunity that could be ahead of her, versus her current shitty bartending life in New York, and she came to her decision. “Ok,” she smiled and looked him in the eye, “I’m in.”

“Yes!” Maxwell shouted from behind them, “go pack your bags, this is going to be the adventure of a lifetime!”

Riley looked at Liam and said, “I guess we’re shooting for more than just for tonight, huh?”

Liam replied, “heh, yeah I guess you’re right.”

#choices trr #choices #king liam #liam x riley #the royal romance #trr #trr liam #liam x mc #trr Liam fic #trr fic #trr ouat

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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PHEW FINALLY A WRITER WITH OPEN REQUESTS--- so i have been kinky asf EBEGHDFJC and i was imagining maths teacher jaehyun x english teacher reader x science teacher yuta.... THAT'LL BE SO HOT HWBGSEJFNFVH IM SORRY I'D LOVE IF U DO THIS,, with jaehyun having size kink and yuta having corruption kink and reader with thigh riding kink + also do it only if u want to im not forcing mwah take care.. <3

warnings: threesome (mxmxf), unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving)

A/N: hi ofc!! i’m sorry for this taking forever lol I've had family visiting (also this has not been proof read so forgive me for any mistakes)

“I’m gonna need the library today,” you hear Mr. Jung say to you as you sip your morning coffee.

You furrow your brows. “I told you last week that I was gonna be using it.”

He shrugs. “Principal administered a presentation about college for the kids, there’s nothing I can do.”

You resist rolling your eyes and walk over to Yuta. You two had been friends since high school and enjoyed gossiping about the other teachers over a glass of wine.

“I can’t stand him.” you scowl.

“It’s Mr. Jung isn’t it?” Yuta asked. “What did he ever do to you?”

“I told him that I needed the library today last week and he took it anyway.” you complain.

Yuta chuckles. “I think you’re just mad at him for taking your place as hottest teacher.”

You elbow him in the side, giggling. “Fuck off. He isn’t that hot anyway.”

“That hot?” Yuta raises an eyebrow. “So you do think he’s hot.”

“I can admit when another human is good looking alright? It doesn’t mean anything.” You shrug him off and he nods.

“Whatever you say y/n.”

You enter the principal’s office after school to complain about the library situation only to meet Mr. Jung there. You side eye him a bit.

He sighs. “What your deal Ms. y/l/n? I’m sorry I took the library but it wasn’t my choice.”

You ignore him.

“Come on,” he says. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I’m only here to make sure you get the library tomorrow.”

Your ears perk up at that. “Really?”

He nods. “Mhm. So are we good now?”

You cross your arms. “I suppose.”

He smiles. “Wanna go for coffee? Now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we were friends.” You cock an eyebrow.

He chuckles and leads you out of the office.

You drive separately and meet him at a nearby cafe.

You sit down in front of each other and order lattes and scones.

“So when did you start working at the school?” He asks you”

“About a year ago,” you reply. “how about you?”

“A couple months ago.”

You nod. “What made you want to become a teacher, we don’t get paid shit.”

He chuckles while adjusting his watch. “I taught my little sister how to read and write when I was in middle school and those are some of my favorite memories. What about you?”

You shrug. “My mom was a teacher.”

He chuckles again. You notices his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

You take a sip of your latte, trying to ignore the silence.

He clears his throat. “So what’s with you and Nakamoto?”

“Yuta?” you ask and he nods. “We’ve been friends from highschool.”

“Ahh okay.” he hums. “I bet he was a stoner.”

You laugh.

“I’m right huh?” Mr. Jung smiles.

“I mean you’re not wrong.” you take a bite out of your blueberry scone.

He points at your chin. “You got a bit of-“

You swipe at your face, trying to get the crumbs off but he reaches over and wipes them off himself. You struggle not to roll your eyes again. What a Disney prince prick, you think.

You converse about everything and anything for maybe half and hour.

“Really Ms. y/l/n?” he asks.

“You can call me y/n.”

He smiles. “You can call me Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun, Jaehyun. You roll the name around in your head. It suits him.

“Shit,” he says suddenly.

“What is it?” you ask.

“I think I left my phone in the principal’s office,” he says. “do you mind coming with me? I don’t know where the key is.”

You sigh and nod.

You meet him at the school and scavenge around your desk for the key.

He’s leaving against your door frame and you can’t help but notice how good he looks.

You want to touch him so bad. Feel the muscles under his dress shirt.

You bend over to look into one of your drawers, pointing your ass towards him on purpose only a little.

“I’m not sure where they are.” you groan and stand up. “Let’s check Yuta’s room, maybe he has them.”

You walk over to Yuta’s class with the only sound being your shoes clicking against the floor. You can feel him behind you though, a little closer than usual.

You push Yuta’s classroom door open to find him sitting at his desk grading papers.

“You’re still here?” you ask as he looks up at you. His eyes dart over to Jaehyun.

“Yeah,” he says. “I have some tests to finish grading, what’s up?”

“I need the key to the principal’s office, Jaehyun left his phone in there.”

He gives you a look that says when did you start calling him Jaehyun?

Yuta hands you the keys and runs a hand through his hair. “Have fun.” he says and you scoff.

“I hate you.” you say as you walk away.

“You know you love me.” he calls after you.

You and Jaehyun walk back to the office and snoop around for his phone.

“I can’t find it.” you say.

“Neither can I.” he says. You turn to him and notice that he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. You swallow thickly. “What wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “let’s keep looking.”

You bend over to check under the desk when you feel him bump into you. You almost giggle, he’s not even subtle with it.

“Excuse you.” you tease.

“Sorry, sorry.” you can hear the shyness in his voice. “I actually didn’t leave my phone here.”

You turn to look at him. “Huh?”

He’s rubbing at his wrists. “Yeah.”

“I don’t get it.” you put your hands on your hips.

“I just-“ he hesitates. “wanted to get you alone.”

“Oh?” you say. “Well that’s a little...”

“Creepy yeah I know I just didn’t know what else to do.” he says hastily. “I like you y/n.”

You smirk and subconsciously take a step towards him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he whispers and dips down to kiss you.

Your arms wrap around his waist.

He kisses you softly like you’re a blooming daisy. His hands run down your body and he picks you up, hooking your legs around him. He sits down in the office chair and when he does you can feel his length against you. He got hard so quick, you think, I wonder how long he’s been thinking about this for. You shift your weight onto his thigh and grip onto his shoulders before rolling your hips. You can tell he’s a bit taken aback. You smile and kiss at his neck. It doesn’t take him long to take control though. He wraps one arm around your waist and keeps the other on your hips and he grinds you against him. You feel a whine escape from your mouth when you’re disrupted by the sound of a door opening.

“Whoa,” it’s Yuta.

You shoot up and adjust your top. “Uhm hey.”

He scoffs. “Don’t mind me, continue what you were doing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, crossing his arms. “I wanna watch.”

“What? No.” you say sternly but you feel your heart thump a bit when he starts walking towards you.

“Come one angel,” he says in a sultry tone you’ve never heard before. “for me?”

You start to feel a heartbeat somewhere else.

He pushes you back intro Jaehyun’s thigh but this time your back is facing him.

Yuta kisses you. “Ride his thigh y/n.”

You hesitate.

“You should do what I say, you don’t want to be punished right?”

Jaehyun grips your hips again and pushes you against him.

Yuta holds your face in his hands. “I never knew you were so dirty like this my precious y/n. It makes me wonder what you’ve done with all of your boyfriends over the years.”

You tug at his belt to get him to stand up and he does. You palm him through his pants.

He pets your head before picking you up and laying you down on the large empty desk. He tugs your to the end of the desk and spreads your legs.

“Can I?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. He starts to unbutton your shirt as Yuta tugs your pants down.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun coos. “so small and pretty under me.” he pulls your bra off and starts kissing your chest.

You breathing becomes labored as Yuta’s fingers rub your clit. You squeeze his hand.

“Please?” you ask him.

“Of course.” he pulls your underwear to the side and gives you an agonizingly slow lick before diving into you.

You gasp a bit and grip at Jaehyuns arms. “Fuck,” you moan.

If I knew he was this good I would’ve done this a while ago, you think.

You hear Jaehyun unbuckle his belt and you’re eager to reach up and stroke him.

You soon take him into your mouth and suck him slowly, circling your tongue on his tip over and over. But soon your technique becomes sloppy as Yuta’s tongue on your clit starts to take over your mind.

You feel your legs begin to tremble and Jaehyun pulls out of you. He gives your neck softly.

“Does it feel good?” he asks and you nod. “What a naughty girl, getting that pretty pussy eaten on your boss’s desk.”

He kisses your chest again, leaving blotchy red marks.

“Fuck her now.” he tells Yuta.

Yuta pulls away from your pussy and wipes your juices off with his finger before holding them up to your mouth.

“Suck.” he says.

You open your mouth and take his fingers as deep as you can.

“Good girl.” he says. That makes your thighs clamp together. Yuta smiles. “Do you like when I call you that?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“Then listen to what we say and you’ll be hearing it all night.” he unbuckles his belt and gives himself a few strokes. He rubs the tip over your clit a few times before pushing into you.

The whine and grab onto Jaehyun’s arm.

“You love getting your pussy stretched huh.” he says while reaching down to run circles on your clit.

“Yes,” you say pathetically. You whine. “fuck that feels good.”

Yuta thrusts into you slowly a couple of times before snapping his hips into yours.

Your loud moan is muffled by Jaehyun’s hand over your mouth.

“Hush my love, don’t want to get caught do we?” he says while giving your nipple a small pinch.

Your whines and whimper grow louder as Yuta continues to pound you.

Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. “Are you close sweetheart?”

You nod. You can feel your eyes starting to tear up.

“How badly do you want it?” Yuta asks.

“Really bad,” you exhale. “please make cum.”

Jaehyuns fingers on your clit start to fasten.

“You can do it,” he says lowly. “cum on that cock.”

You grip onto Jaehyun for the hundredth time of the night as you finally climax. Your eyes roll back and you’re embraced by euphoria itself.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Jaehyun growls.

Yuta pulls out of you and watches his cum drip onto the desk.

Jaehyun peppers your forehead with kisses as Yuta grabs napkins to clean you up.

“I never thought you’d be down for something like this.” he says while helping you pull your underwear up.

“Me neither to be honest.” you giggle.

“Next time I get to fuck her.” Jaehyun says and you tsk him.

“I’ll be the one to decide that.” you say.

#nct #nct smut #jaehyun smut #yuta smut

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musical-shit-show · 3 years

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prompt list 2: the sequel

more prompts for your own inspiration or to submit for requests! like my first list, this is a compilation of favorite prompts that i’ve seen and my own. if you want to send in a request, shoot me a message in my inbox with the prompt list number and the number(s) on that list. and here is a link to my full prompt master post, my about me page, my ask box and my writing masterlist!

100 More Writing Prompts

fluff/romance:

1. “did...did you just kiss me?”

2. "i didn't mean to say that but yeah, i love you."

3. “you remembered?” “of course i did.”

4. “can i play with your hair?”

5. “you might just have the most beautiful smile i’ve ever seen.”

6. “you ramble a lot. it’s adorable.”

7. “you’re an idiot.” “yes, but i’m your idiot.”

8. “please. stay. i need you here.”

9. “it’s two in the morning, what do you want?” “i have to tell you something.”

10. “i’ve loved you all my life.”

11. “sometimes i can’t help but get lost in your eyes.”

12. “don’t move, i’ll be right there.”

13. “i was just calling to check on you.”

14. “you don’t have to apologize, not to me.”

15. “would you ever consider going on a date with me?”

16. “is that my shirt?”

17. “you’re the only person i want to be with tonight.”

18. “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways.”

19. “it always reminds me of you.”

20. “wanna dance?”

angst/sadness:

21. “i wish i was good enough for you.”

22. “i knew this was too good to be true.”

23. “why didn’t you fight for us?”

24. “move out of my way before i make you.”

25. “is it that hard to believe that i love you?”

26. “you have to let me go.”

27. “it’s been years, can’t you just give me a chance?”

28. “why do we have to keep hiding? i’m tired of being kept a secret.”

29. “you know this means nothing right?”

30. “it’s not my fault you believe(d) everything i (say/said).”

31. “(he’s/she’s/they’re) just a friend.” “yeah. we used to be ‘just friends’ too.”

32. “why didn’t you say something sooner?”

33. “i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

34. “i fucked up, okay?”

35. “i’d be lying if i said i didn’t miss you.”

36. “stop pushing me away.”

37. “i’m starting to worry about you.”

38. “this song always reminds me of you.”

39. “don’t blame me. you know what you signed up for.”

40. “give me one reason why i should stay.”

funny/miscellaneous:

41. “you come here often?” “well, i work here, so...yeah.”

42. “have you been sleeping?”

43. “i don’t know if i want to punch you or kiss you.”

44. “you’re a bad liar, you know?

45. “you’re sick, so you have to listen to me today.”

46. “you’re really beautiful.” “thank you, i’m aware.”

47. “i need a date for a wedding, you in?”

48. “how long have you been standing there?”

49. “life is not a fairytale. if you lose your shoe at midnight, you're drunk.”

50. “that’s a horrible idea. i’m in.”

51. “you honestly think i give a shit?”

52. “please just let me listen to taylor swift and cry.”

53. “i’m sleeping on the floor. no way in hell am i sharing a bed with you.”

54. “you’re so cute when you’re angry.”

55. “have i ever told you how much i hate you?”

56. “that was fun. i’m never doing it again.”

57. “i’m not drunk!” “you’re very drunk.”

58. “wait, did you just agree with me?”

59. “you know i can’t say it, but surely you know how i feel.”

60. “please don’t say you love me.”

~spicy~:

61. "after that little stunt? you're not getting off that easy."

62. “enjoying the view?”

63. "i didn't like the way they were looking at you."

64. “aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”

65. “leave the heels on.”

66. “i wouldn’t mind tying you to my bed.”

67. “sounds kinky.”

68. “that shirt is awful. it would look much better on the floor.”

69. “try not to fall again, sweetheart.”

70. “are you actually trying to seduce me right now?”

71. “i’m gonna make you forget that asshole.”

72. “what, don’t think you can control yourself?”

73. “i had a dream about you.”

74. “in the kitchen? really?”

75. “what? i like it rough.”

76. “can’t get enough of me, can you?”

77. “having fun without me?”

78. “oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

79. “someone has an attitude today, huh?”

80. “oh, the things i’d do to that pretty mouth.”

five word prompts:

81. “can i stay here tonight?”

82. “you’re really warm. it’s nice.”

83. “how did you find out?”

84. “i can’t keep playing pretend.”

85. “come back to bed. please.”

86. “they don’t need to know.”

87. “do you not remember me?”

88. “are you afraid of me?”

89. “how have you been doing?”

90. “this is all my fault.”

91. “well that was certainly...unexpected.”

92. “your lips are really chapped.”

93. “let’s go for a walk.”

94. “i never really loved you.”

95. “are you smiling? for real?”

96. “good morning. want some breakfast?”

97. i wanna hold your hand.”

98. “i need you to breathe.”

99. “will you sing with me?”

100. “let it out, it’s okay.”

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You Want Me to Call You Baby Girl?

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 10k oopsies

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : DD/BG kink, minimal booty spanking & temp play, man-handling ahaha

bio : Shouto accidentally discovers his girlfriend is much kinkier than he suspected… and he intends to test out his new knowledge as soon as possible.

author’s note : o BOY THIS IS A SPICY FIRST FIC. whew i promise im not usually this nasty actually who am i kidding yes i am :))) also side note, all characters are aged up to year 3 in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

also available on AO3 here~

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🅈our duffel bag buzzes loudly, taking your attention away from the sparring match you and Ochaco were currently engaging in.

“One sec, Ochacho-chan,” you request hastily, putting your hands up in apology and bowing.

“Sure thing Y/N,” she smiles, “I need to take a break anyway!”

You squat next to your bag, hands fishing blindly through the compartment for your vibrating phone.

Shouto ♥︎ flashes across your screen, a photo of the handsome boy slurping soba lighting up the background.

“Shouto,” you pick up, huffing after your challenging training session.

“Y/N,” he replies, his suave voice instantly bringing a minute flush to your cheeks. “Where are you right now?”

“Ahhh I’m at the training center with Ochacho-chan,” you answer, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “We were working on our hand to hand combat!”

“Hmm,” he purses his lips in frustration. “I left my Search and Rescue textbook in your room yesterday. Any chance I could come by and grab your key?”

Your foot absentmindedly plays with the strap of your duffel bag, wandering aimlessly as you clutch the cellphone to your ear. “My door should actually be unlocked,” you chime,” so no need to come all the way over here!”

Shouto frowns. “You leave your door unlocked?” he pauses, “Knowing we have some questionable… characters living in the same building?” His mind is immediately on Mineta and Kaminari, the two perverts of the class.

Your laugh smoothes over his distaste, instantly bringing a small smile to his lips.

“I know you forget your things in my room so you have an excuse to see me,” you say playfully, your bottom lip captured by your teeth as you bashfully rock on the balls of your feet.

A slight blush covers Shouto’s cheeks, which he is glad you’re not there to see. “Hmm, it seems I’ve been figured out. I guess I’ll stop doing that then,” he teases, prodding you for a reaction.

“N-No, that’s okay,” you rush out, adding a hesitant laugh. “I’ll… I would take any excuse to see you,” you murmur, voice growing quieter.

Shouto’s heart flutters, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Um, anyway, my door is unlocked so just go on in. I should probably get back to Ochaco now,” you trail off awkwardly.

“Can I buy you dinner tonight?” It slips out before Shouto can even think.

A beat passes, and Shouto licks his lips in anticipation.

“I would really like that, Shouto,” you chuckle into the phone. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Of course. See you tonight,” Shouto smiles, taking the phone away from his ear and pressing the red button on his screen. He stands in front of your door for a moment, gazing at your contact picture. God, you were so cute. How he had managed to score you, he had no clue.

He’d been in his room when he called you, but walked over to your floor and dorm room as the conversation ensued. Just as you had said, when his hand touches the door handle, it gives way and he steps into your room.

Closing the door behind him, he breathes in and closes his eyes, savoring the sweet and clean smell of you that lingered on your belongings. After a moment, he walks over to your desk, his textbook in sight, but buried underneath an open notebook with your messy notes scrawled across half the page. Your laptop rests to the left of the notebook, open and upright, but the screen is black and the charger light is green, indicating the battery is full.

Shouto’s fingers automatically reach for the cord, unplugging the charger as it was best to do so for your laptop’s battery in the long run.The screen automatically lights up, a black browser popping up and displaying a video.Shouto tries to avert his eyes before he could read the screen, but he had already read the video title the instant it popped up.His face instantly bursts into a cherry-red blush, and he chokes as his throat suddenly dries, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth in shock.

You Want Me to Call You Baby Girl? Beg for Daddy, Maybe I’ll Be Nice.

Shouto’s wide eyes scan the title again, and then a third, and a fourth time to make sure he had read it correctly. You had left your door unlocked, your laptop open, and a porn website out on display?

Had you… meant for him to see this?

He shakes his head in disbelief. There was no way that his innocent and sweet girlfriend had planned this out… which meant that you would probably be mortified if you knew he had found this.

Shouto stands frozen at your desk, unsure of what to do. The two of you were no strangers to sex. You had been dating for almost seven months now, and you had been intimate together a handful of times.

But never like this… Daddy? Baby girl? Begging?

Shouto’s mind suddenly wanders somewhere very indecent, and he gulps as he shakes his head. Sure, everybody has fantasies and turn-ons… this wasn’t that far-fetched.

But that’s why he is so torn. He could leave now and pretend he had never seen this… or he could sit down and watch this video, and do to you whatever this video entailed.

Unable to make up his mind, he hastily sits in your desk chair, swiveling the back around and scooting in to sit properly in front of the laptop. This was dangerous territory.

Well… watching the video couldn’t possibly hurt, could it?

Biting his lip, his long fingers reach toward the trackpad. His fingertips hover over the key hesitantly, before he shoots up abruptly from the chair and delves his fingers in his two-tone hair.

Pacing now, he lunges across the room and bolts the door. Walking in a circle, his arms cross on top of his broad chest. Why was he second guessing himself? He had been so sure just a second ago… That’s right, he had made up his mind!

Shouto rushes over to the chair again, eagerly hopping into it. Before he could question himself again, he grabs the headphones plugged into your computer and presses play, his heart thumping against his rib cage. His knee bouncing, palms clammy, the video begins to play.

The screen remains black, but shuffling is heard through the headphones. Suddenly, a sultry male voice speaks.

“Hmmm, you’re back for more so soon, kitten?”

A fresh blush immediately bloomed on his cheeks, his adam’s apple bobbing. Hands quivering, he remains still, questioning if he should be here or not. Before he can think further, the voice starts again.

“You know it’s very naughty of you to beg for me like this, baby.” A sweaty hand lands on Shouto’s knee, his lips wavering uneasily as his fingers grab on, knuckles turning white. The voice chuckles darkly, purring almost. “What’s that, you need me to touch you? Hmm, like this? Do you like when I touch your tits like this baby girl? You’re such a naughty little thing, not wearing a bra like this. Mmm, I can’t help but touch your aching body, princess.”

Shouto sits back roughly, cheeks still bright red as he processes the man’s words. Is this… what turned you on? Could this be… what you touched yourself to? Did you… did you close your eyes and think of him when you did? His cock jumps in response, a tent rising in his pants. Fuck, this was hot.

“Did you miss me baby girl? Did you touch yourself while Daddy was gone? You know that’s against the rules.” Shouto’s mouth feels as dry as a desert, a shaky breath tumbling out of his parted lips. Holy shit, the image of you touching yourself to this makes him sweat. Would you be willing to call him that? Daddy?

“Oh baby, look at you. What a mess you’re making on our sheets… You’re dripping wet, mmmm, look at your slick, tight, little pussy.” Shouto’s eyelids fall as he imagines your hot, sweet cunt, remembering the taste of you and the way you whimper as his tongue disappears into your heat. His hand trembles, hesitantly jerking toward the tent in his pants.

“Fucking shit,” he groans, hunching over the desk as his hand rests gently on his bulge, fingertips brushing back and forth gently.

Is this how you wanted him to talk to you? You wanted him to talk dirty to you and call you these sweet names?

The voice purrs lowly, a sigh escaping the man. “You want my fingers in you baby girl? You want me to fuck you with my fingers huh? Tell me what you want, baby. Be a good girl and beg for me.”

Shouto gasps as his body shudders. Jesus, this was some kinky stuff. But… he liked it. Very much, apparently, according to his prominent erection.

“That’s very rude of you, baby girl, to address me incorrectly.”

A smirk crosses his lips as he could definitely imagine you acting like a little brat underneath him, just to irk him. You loved to push his buttons all the time, even when you weren’t fucking.

“What was that kitten? I didn’t hear you. What’s my name again?”

His eyes closed, a quiet moan falling from his lips. He could just picture you in front of him, gazing up at him with those wide and innocent eyes… calling him Daddy. Imagining that word rolling off your sweet tongue jerks him out of the chair, pausing the video.

A harsh sigh heaves from his chest, hands splayed on the desk as he pants, hunched over your laptop. Watching this video, invading your privacy… it made him feel grimy, but the feeling in his pants was just as intense.

He stands still for a moment, processing all of this, before he rewinds the video back to the beginning and plugs your laptop charger back in. After making the computer go back to sleep, he pushes himself off the desk, making sure to grab the textbook he came for. With a last glance at your laptop, he exits your room, book strategically placed on his abdomen, hurriedly returning to his room to conduct further research and take care of his… issue at hand.

~~~

You blow away the stray hair tickling your nose, diligently holding the iron away from your face. The fresh curl falls as you release the clasp, and you smear away a mascara smudge under your eyebrow, leaning into the mirror. Blinking at your reflection, you let out a shaky breath.

You unplug the curling iron, your other hand running through the curls to smoothen the neat spirals. Fixing your top, you turn away from the vanity, standing up.

Swinging your small purse off the back of the chair, you grab your jacket and shrug it on.

A knock on your door grabs your attention, and an eager smile immediately blossoms on your lips. You quickly drag your perfume rollerball across your wrists and dab it along your neck, tucking the vial into your purse and opening the door.

Your boyfriend stands in the doorway, thumb tucked in the pocket of his jeans, the other hand fixing his hair. The sherpa-lined denim jacket laid perfectly against his broad shoulders, gray t-shirt snug against his muscular chest, finishing off with black jeans tucked into his dark brown chelsea boots. His hand falls from his hair to snake around your waist, gathering you to his chest. You gladly let him scoop you up, arms coming to wrap around his neck.

“Shouto,” you mumble into his neck, breathing in his strong and fresh cologne. “You look so handsome tonight.”

He pulls back his head so your eyes lock. Something unrecognized stirs within the depths of his heterochromatic gaze. His other hand floats underneath your face, thumb and forefinger catching your chin to lock you into his stare. You’re suddenly very aware of the hand that presses into your lower back, his long fingers trailing across your jacket slightly.

He responds, voice whisper-soft. “And you look absolutely delectable, baby girl.”

He allows one second to savor your stunned expression as you process the new pet name that he had addressed you by before he guides your lips to his, capturing your mouth tenderly.

Your whimper lodges from your throat as Shouto’s lips press against yours, your hand pressing the nape of his neck towards you to deepen the kiss.

His hand drops from your chin, face pulling away from yours. His half-lidded eyes admire your flushed cheeks, and the desperate look that lurks below the surface of your expression, a smirk landing on his lips. He gently pries your hands away from his neck, kissing your cheek swiftly as he laces his fingers with yours.

“Hungry?”

Oh, so he was just going to skate on by it, like it was no big deal. You clear your throat tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and nodding quickly. “S-starving.”

“Let’s go then, baby girl, the ramen place closes in an hour,” he says nonchalantly, eyes regarding you as he watches blush blossom across your cheeks. This could be fun.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, and he exhales softly through his nose at the action, concealing a groan. He tugs on your hand, steering you toward the elevators and toward your awaiting meal.

~~~

“Y/N?”

Flustered, you look up at your boyfriend, who is watching you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, embarrassed to have been caught in your own thoughts.

A warm smile splits Shouto’s lips, a short laugh escaping. His eyes catch yours, genuine zeal clearly identifiable. “Do you want to watch a movie? I can look up what’s in theaters now. Or maybe we could get bingsu? My treat, baby girl. I know you love the mango one, from that place on the corner.”

“S-Shouto,” you murmur, eyes falling to rest on the cleared table in front of you. Your fingers pick at the corner of the discarded napkin nervously.

Shouto reaches out, his hand folding around yours, effectively making you look at him. “What is it baby girl? You wanna go home?”

Your legs clench together underneath the table, the building heat between your legs burning insatiably. He’d been calling you “baby girl” all night and you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You swallow, eyes averting from his to look at the hem of his t-shirt. “Y-Yes please, I don’t feel very well,” you answer honestly. You definitely wanted to get back to the dorms.

Shouto nods earnestly, getting up out of his seat and helping you out of your own. His left hand lands on your back, slipping underneath your jacket and making the warmth of his quirk known through your thin shirt. “No problem, Y/N, let's get you home.”

He calls an Uber back to the dorms even though you had originally walked, the restaurant being about a 25 minute stroll from the UA campus. He opens the car door for you and slides in after you, hands reaching out to click your seatbelt into place before securing his own. You blush again, murmuring a “thank you”, and grab his hand eagerly. Shouto smiles smally in return, his other palm smoothing over your joined hands.

As you step through the doors to the dorms, a burst of nerves blooms deep in your stomach. Shouto’s hot hand was again on your back, gently guiding you to your door.

Your head feeling light, your hand searches frantically for your keys in the depths of your purse. You had locked your room this time thanks to Shouto’s earlier admonishment.

Shouto’s lips press gently to your temple, making you jump in surprise. The corners of his mouth twitch upward at your reaction. ”Are you okay baby girl?” he breathes into your ear.

Your pussy quivers at his voice so close, his fingers spreading downward from your waist. His breath fans over your neck as your shaky fingers finally reach your keys. Your wrist trembles as you push the key into the door, and Shouto reaches over to turn the handle, pushing it open and slightly nudging you into the dark room.

The door shut behind you and the click of the lock is heard audibly in the silent room. A crack in your blinds casts a thick beam of moonlight onto the floor, illuminating your otherwise pitch black room.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as Shouto’s hands find your figure again, fingertips floating across your waist. His biceps caging you into his embrace, he presses a short kiss to your throat. “You don’t feel so good, baby girl?” His lips part and he places them against the column of your neck again, this time leaving behind a slick patch from his eager tongue.

You shake your head weakly, knowing your voice would come out broken and wavering. You feel his hands traveling around your waist, his hips brushing against your ass just barely.

“Anything I can do to help you, baby girl?” His voice is so low, and it drips with something almost ominous, swallowing up your senses. His teeth ghost over your throat, triggering a soft gasp from you. His mouth breaks into a sinister smile at your reaction.

“Y-Yes, I need your hands… on me,” you whimper, hand reaching up to anchor yourself on his bicep.

Shouto exhales against your skin, cock jerking in his jeans at your reply. His hands move slowly from your waist down your hips, fingers curling around your inner thighs, sliding up past the hem of your skirt. “Where do you want my hands, baby girl?”

Your legs tremble, and you curve your back into his chest, ass pushing against his crotch. A fresh blush litters your cheeks at the recognition of his clothed erection.

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmurs huskily into your ear, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. They were so painfully close to your panties, a ragged breath escapes you.

Your mouth parts to reply but your words fail you, your body only being able to focus on breathing as steadily as possible. Oh god, you were so turned on right now.

His fingers brush against the edge of your panties, and your legs clamp together desperately. “Here? You want my hands on you right here? Use your words, kitten.”

A reticent moan leaves you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “P-please, Shou…”

An ardent grin raises the corners of his mouth, and for the first time tonight his breath shakes as he replies. “That’s very rude of you, baby girl, to address me incorrectly.”

Your body freezes, anxiety enveloping you in an icy grip. You absolutely knew what he meant, without a shed of a doubt. Eyes wide, you rip out of his grasp, turning to look at him.

Your eyes meet and a hesitant look penetrates his intense gaze.

“You—,” you choke out, eyes darting to the open laptop on your desk. Shouto’s eyes follow yours, and a guilty expression instantly graces his handsome face. His hands out in front of him, blush reddening his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Shouto whispers, “Please let me explain. I didn’t mean to see it, but I accidentally woke up your laptop when I was grabbing my textbook and I tried not to see it but…”

You feel absolutely mortified, eyes wide and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You cannot believe you were so stupid to have left your laptop open and on the Incognito browser! “Oh my god,” you sniffle, pure shame encompassing you.

Shouto closes the distance between you two, arms bringing your figure into his embrace. “Y/N, I'm so sorry. Please don’t be embarrassed, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” One hand runs through your hair repeatedly, while the other presses you tightly into his chest.

You stay silent, words once again failing you. What if he was just doing this because you thought it was hot? What if he was making himself do this, even if he thought it was freaky? You bite your lip to stop it from trembling, hugging him back.

After a moment he draws your head back so your eyes lock, and that dubious emotion once again is visible deep in his two-toned stare. “I know I shouldn’t have pressed play,” he admits, tongue slipping out to run across his lips swiftly. His eyes flick to your own lips momentarily before looking deep into your eyes once again. “But the thought of you being into this,” he groans, eyelids dropping half way and fingers clutching your hair intensely,” The thought of you touching yourself to that… Just the possibility of you imagining it was me saying those nasty things to you… God, I couldn’t help myself, baby girl. You have got me so damn infatuated with you.”

His sultry eyes bore into your wide ones, melting away all your fear and hesitance. You want to say something, anything, but your lips are just paralyzed in shock. He was into this? Your cool and composed boyfriend wanted the same dirty things you did? Your pussy throbs between your legs, desire intensifying like he had poured gasoline onto the fire.

“You can say no, baby girl. Don’t be afraid to, there will be no consequences and no hard feelings on my part. I know this is a lot to ask of you,” he breathes, his magnetic gaze buttering you up. His hand stretches around your head, middle finger pushing against your jaw and thumb brushing your cheek. “But if you want to continue, I would happily oblige. All you have to do is—“

Your hands move before you can think, lacing around the back of his neck and gathering his lips to yours. The kiss is passionate but short, catching him by surprise. The fact that he is just as considerate as ever, even in this mortifying yet exhilarating situation… it turns you on even more. This man is all yours, you are all his, and you damn straight intend to show him.

You pull back, admiring the startled expression on his features. A soft, wanton moan escapes you, your eyes falling to his lips before sneaking back up to his eyes, catching his dazed stare through your thick eyelashes. “Please continue, Daddy.”

Shouto’s dick strains against his briefs, angrily awakened by your enthusiasm. A strangled noise releases from his throat, his fingers automatically gripping you harder. His eyes wide in astonishment, he blinks at you once, twice, before his entire demeanor reverts back to his predatory behavior from earlier.

“Fuck,” he groans, smashing your lips against his. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips and thrusting into your mouth. Tongue rolling over yours, his hands roughly touch your aching body. His hands fumble to tear away your jacket, your purse making a loud noise as the metal chain on the strap hits the ground.

His right hand cups your breast, squeezing diligently as his thumb rolls over the center of your bra, right over your nipple. His other hand grabs your ass cheek, gathering you closer to his body as his tongue dances with yours.

Your hands feverishly run along his body. Fist full of his hair, your other hand desperately running along his muscular shoulder, thumb dipping down to press into his collarbone.

Your mouths pull away, a string of saliva connecting your restless tongues as you both gasp for air. Your gaze meets his as you both try to catch your breath, desire clear as day in his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles on ragged breath, the fingers from the hand on your ass straining toward your panties. They successfully push them aside, the tips of his middle and ring fingers connecting with your slick hole.

Your body shakes uncontrollably at his caress, a pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you throw your head back.

Shouto pushes your body backwards, scooping you up and throwing you onto the bed. Your back hits the comforter and he’s instantly on top of you, fingers sliding back and forth easily along your slit.

“You’re wet as fuck baby girl,” he accuses, fingertips prodding your hole just barely enough to get a reaction from you. “Have you been this wet all night? Pressing your legs together underneath the dinner table and in the Uber? Hmmm, you like when I call you baby girl, don’t you?”

Your leg curls around his, trembling in anticipation. “Yes, Daddy, I love it so much,” your voice is hoarse from being breathless, and Shouto’s cock swells at your tone.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” he whispers into your neck, pausing to place more hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thumping pulse. “I think you deserve a reward for being so cooperative, baby girl.” His fingers push into your tender core, neatly trimmed fingernails rubbing along the pulsating, velvety walls.

You’re positively quaking underneath him, loud and unabashed moans meeting his quiet pants. His fingers feel so good inside of you, the way he curls them upward slightly to massage that special spot he always manages to find. “Oh, Daddy,” you whine, legs opening wider to give him more access.

“God, look at you,” he taunts, voracious eyes gauging your desperate body thrashing under his. “You’re such a nasty girl, you love when I touch you like this, don’t you?”

It’s impossible to breathe, so you just nod pathetically, your nails cutting little crescent indents into the skin on the bicep he’s propping himself up with. The nod seems like just enough to satisfy him as he smirks, tongue forcing itself into your mouth again and dominating yours.

His fingers slide deeper inside of you with ease, and he curves his fingers rigidly, assaulting your pussy without mercy. “Christ, look at you. You’re making such a mess baby girl.”

Your hand grips the duvet, fingers frantically clenching the material. Your spine arches off the mattress, breasts pressing up against his chest. “Please, Daddy, I need more! Please!” you beg, your mind hazed with lust.

Shouto sighs ruggedly, his hair tickling the side of your face as his body rocks gently to the force of his fingers in your tight cunt. He leaves a short kiss on your cheek before his teeth pinch the tip of your ear, his hot breath hitting your cartilage. “I love when you beg for me, baby girl. How can I resist when you ask so kindly?”

His mouth leaves your ear, body slithering south so his face is in front of your sleek, hot pussy. His fingers leave your core, and the noise of discontent that leaves you is cut short immediately as his tongue thrusts into you. His tongue pushes in and out of you quickly, the fingers that were in you a moment ago rubbing your clit with fervor.

Your hand slaps over your mouth as you let out a stifled cry, eyes scrunching closed at the feeling Shouto was giving you. No matter how good he was making you feel, you would die of embarrassment if your classmates heard you in such a state.

“Baby girl,” Shouto pants as his mouth comes away from your cunt, his chin shining with your slick. His fingers plunge back into you, making it hard for you to look at him straight. “Do you like it when I eat you out? You like my tongue on your pussy, baby girl?” he asks, eyes glittering mischievously. His tongue wraps around your clit, pulling it into his mouth and ravishing the nerve in circles.

Your back flies off the bed once again, a hand clutching his hair for dear life. You take your hand off your mouth for a moment to reply, but your voice dies in your throat as his fingers ram into you harshly. A muffled squeal escapes you, and a dark chuckle replies from the man between your legs.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your voice unsteady. The pressure building between your legs becoming undeniable, your thighs shake slightly around Shouto’s head.

Shouto’s tongue leaves your clit, lips kissing the bundle of nerves gently. “You wanna cum, baby girl? So soon? You must be desperate, huh?”

“Oh god, Daddy,” you whine, glancing down to catch his intense gaze. “You make me feel so good, I can’t help it. Please, please let me cum.”

He smirks against your hot cunt, fingers never tiring. “You’re such a good girl, I don’t even have to tell you to beg,” he sighs, eyes closing as he savors your taste. “God, you’re so sweet and wet. Now be a good girl and cum all over my face.”

His mouth sucks your clit back in, tongue smoothing over the nerve back and forth with renewed speed. His wrist finds a new angle, allowing his fingertips to assault your cunt even deeper than before.

Your body sweats feverishly against his hot embrace, and you cry out in surprise when his right hand slips under your shirt and then under your bra. The icy temperature awakens goosebumps on your skin and your nipple hardens quickly, rolling the pert bud between his thumb and forefinger. The novel sensation pushes your body over the edge, your cunt clamping down on his fingers harshly. Your hand claps over your mouth just in time as you let out a scream, your orgasm raking through your body. Your hips dig into the mattress, your pussy clenching and throbbing and leaking your cum all over Shouto’s fingers and his mouth.

Shouto’s fingers slow, but his tongue continues to lick eagerly at your clit, lapping up the fresh essence that leaks out of your slit. His fingertips brush over your sweet spot a few more times before he takes his fingers out of your hole, his tongue taking their place and tracing circles inside of you. He trails his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, circling the tip around your clit one last time before he pulls away, kissing your thighs with his slick lips.

Your body shivers as the tide of ecstasy recedes, eyes opening to see Shouto looking down at you intensely, his fingers in his mouth as he sucks your cum off his digits. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” his lips touch yours tenderly, almost softly. His fingers curl around the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue shyly licks your bottom lip, and your mouth gladly grants him entrance. Your taste lingers on his tongue, but it’s pleasant as his own tongue caresses yours gently. Your fingers curl under his jacket, pulling on the trim with pleading hands. Shouto’s hands leave you for a moment as he rips it off, flinging it onto the floor. He also yanks his t-shirt over his head, discarding it as he had the jacket. Your hands eagerly land on his broad, muscular chest, savoring his delicious build. Your lips meet his again and your tongue meekly pushes into his mouth, taking him by surprise. He moans into your lips, allowing your tongue to push his into moving in sync.

Shouto shuffles backwards so he sits between your legs, his hands gripping your waist and the back of your neck again, pulling you to sit upright with him as your lips continue to push against each other.

His hand grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it up swiftly. Your lips break away from his for just a second as your shirt leaves you, but as soon your torso is exposed his hot lips are back on yours. This time, he takes the lead, easily dominating you as he shoves his tongue roughly between your lips. You gasp, only making his quest easier than before as you allow him further access. His hands clutch onto your waist, pulling your hips toward his. Your mouths part, shared shaky breath leaving the both of you. You watch as his eyes open slowly, gaze trained on your face before trailing down, regarding your uncovered chest and the lacy bralette.

“This,” he mumbles as his lips touch yours again, on hand settling on your hip while the other pinches at the clasp of the bralette,” has got to go.” The lacy material sags as the clasp opens, and his calloused fingers brush away the straps on your shoulders. He sweeps the discarded material off the edge of the bed, focus directing to your bare chest instead. His hand cups one of your breasts softly, lips gliding against yours as he groans. “Why are you so fucking irresistible?” He ducks his head so his mouth captures your nipple gracefully, licking and skimming his teeth along it teasingly.

You arch into his touch, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Your hands grab onto his skin as a destitute mewl floats out from your lips. “Shou,” you huff, wanting to catch his determined gaze once more.

His eyes cast upward toward yours impishly, a smile curling his lips as they hold onto your pert nipple. His tongue runs over the hard bud between his teeth, making you cry out softly. “What did you call me, baby girl?” His hand claps swiftly against your ass cheek, your body jolting against his as you let out a shaky moan.

“I, I’m sorry Daddy,” you whisper, your body dismayed as he releases your breast, head returning to your eye level. His gaze analyzes yours, watching your expression perceptively. You had responded positively to the spank. “Can I…”

“What was that, baby girl? Spit it out,” he commands, his other hand clashing against your other cheek, which jiggles invitingly, advertising the fresh red mark he had just inflicted.

“Can I p-please suck your cock, Daddy?” you finally manage to choke out, an intense blush infiltrating your cheeks. Shouto’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise at your request, but a smirk quickly rises to his lips.

“You wanna suck my dick, baby?” his lips brush underneath your jaw as he leans in, sucking the skin there harshly and lapping over it with his tongue afterwards. “God, you’re such a fucking slut for me.” His fingers graze your soft folds again, making you buck your hips against him clumsily. He gazes at his digits, watching the trail of arousal string out as he stretches his fingers apart. “You really are my good baby girl,” he remarks, eyes landing back on your pleading expression. “Alright, go ahead. Show me what your sweet little mouth can do.”

Your hips shuffle forward, placing yourself on his lap as your hands splay down his muscular back. He hums mirthfully as you trace your hands down his torso, your lips finding solace on his trapezius. You roll your hips against his slowly, savoring how his hips jut up against yours and the way his head falls back at the action.

Eagerly, you shuffle to the edge of the bed, Shouto’s body following you on his own accord. Your head tucks down, yout tongue tracing a trail down his pec and swooping around his nipple slightly. A forced cough erupts from the back of his throat at the action, his skin more sensitive than he likes to admit. His hand combs through your hair, grabbing onto it as you place more kisses down his abs, stopping at the top of his jeans. You get off of him, sliding off the bed gracefully as your knees hit the floor in one languid action.

Shouto stands, hands undoing the button on his jeans hurriedly and he pushes the denim down his thighs halfway. His hot gaze lingers on you as you tentatively move forward, lips meeting his clothed cock in an innocent kiss, eyes glancing up to capture his. A hot blush rushes across his cheeks, and he’s glad you look away, focusing your attention back to his dick. Your hand meets the prominent outline of his cock, rubbing your fingertips along the shaft as you place an open-mouthed kiss on the head, effectively wetting his briefs. He swallows thickly, watching as you shyly tug the elastic band over his hips.

His cock springs free, bouncing out to touch your cheek impatiently. You smile at the sight of his dick so ready for you. His member stands thick and long, totally upright with veins popping out and running the length of his dick, the head swollen and red with just a drop of precum sitting pearled and ready. Restlessly, you wrap your hand around his cock, lips parting and tongue dragging along the tip of him, savoring the salty, musty taste.

Shouto has a wicked grin on his lips as he watches you from above, enjoying the sensation of his cock finally being acknowledged. “Oh, baby girl, you know I don’t like to be teased. Why don—”

You cut him off, mouth opening and taking in half his dick, tongue swirling on the underside carefully. Shouto’s smirk effectively is wiped off his face as you moan, the vibration locking his legs up as he shakes slightly, shocked at your sudden actions. Quickly while you have the upper hand, you bob backwards and then toward his body again, even more of his hard cock disappearing into your hot, wet mouth. He gasps for breath, mouth open and eyes wide as he watches his dick penetrate your lips. Your sinful tongue snaking around his shaft, a quiet “fuck” slips out of him as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. You moan at his sheer size, the action constricting your throat around him and his hips jolt into you. His cock slams even deeper into your throat and you repress the urge to throw up, gagging harshly and eyes watering as his gaze locks with yours. You lean back and gasp for air, coughing shakily.

Shouto bends down, hand moving your hair to the side as his expression shifts toward concern. “Are you okay baby girl? Sorry, that was a little rough for you,” he mumbles regretfully, hand rubbing your back.

You look back up at him and his breath stills as your gaze catches his. “Oh, Daddy, I love choking on your cock,” you admit, ignoring the tears stinging the corners of your vision. Your hand grabs his slick cock once again, taking him into your mouth and starting to bob on his length at a fast pace.

Shouto’s hand flies up to cover his mouth, his brow scrunched in a mix of pleasure and awe, watching your eager actions lustfully. Holy shit, you were so fucking hot to him.

You continue to nod along on his length, savoring the way his eyes flutter as his tip reaches the back of your throat each time. His hand clutches your hair tightly, moving along complacently as you set the pace. Your other hand floats up to fondle his balls, massaging them in your palm gently as your other hand digs your nails into his thigh.

Your mouth leaves his cock with a quiet pop, a thick string of saliva trailing between your parted lips and the head of his dick. You only mean to take a quick break to gasp for breath before you continue, but Shouto has other plans.

He pounces on you, rough hands cupping your ass and throwing you up into his arms so your center slaps against his abs. Your breath is ragged, chest shaking with sheer excitement. Shouto seems just as frantic, his wet, hard dick caressing your ass cheek as he places your back against the comforter, your head gently touching the pillow. He’s panting, warm breath rolling over your cheek as his two-toned eyes pierce your own. His body hovers over yours, long locks of red and white grazing your face. Your body jumps slightly at the feeling of his tip meeting your slick entrance, rubbing between your folds gently.

Your stomach momentarily stops roiling with anticipation as butterflies suddenly appear there instead, Shouto nudging his nose softly against yours. “You ready?” he whispers, cerulean and gray orbs peering deep into your eyes, searching, probing, for even the slightest wisp of doubt.

Your hand lifts and cups his jaw, pressing your lips to his sweetly for a moment. An unspoken thankfulness for his considerate gesture transferring from you to him. Your eyes open again, all tenderness gone. “I’ve been ready for you all night, Daddy.”

A wicked grin splits his lips, eyes glinting down at you as his hips rut forward, shoving his entire length into you in one powerful thrust. A mix between a wheeze and a shout of pleasure releases from you. The sensation of your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock, the feeling of him pushing your cervix aside to nestle deeply inside of you, caressing your most secret and hidden spot— it makes your eyes roll back and your lips fall open, even though no noise escapes.

Shouto is still as a statue above you, expression almost pained as he tries not to even breathe. You had never been this reactive to him before, your drenched pussy gripping his cock so tightly stars briefly danced underneath his eyelids. And yet, even with how tightly your core held him, it had been so gloriously easy to just slide his dick right into your awaiting trove, your essence leaking out from your hole to dampen the sheets.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you lament, your body shaking in bliss at his cock filling you so perfectly. Your whine seems to snap Shouto out of whatever cosmic trance he was in, his hips automatically pulling away only to snap back into you, a wet smack bouncing off the walls. “Shit,” he murmurs, repeating the action. His eyes jump from your pussy swallowing up his dick, to your face of pure bliss. Your jaw falling wide open, your eyelids clamped shut tightly, eyebrows drawn upwards in the middle of your forehead as you obediently take his cock. “You’re so fucking tight baby girl,” he groans, glancing down again to watch his dick sink into your scorching, slippery core.

It’s so hard for you to find your breath. Every time Shouto’s hips hit yours you forget everything else, including how to breathe it seems. You close your mouth, teeth pinching your bottom lip and eyes prying open to catch his sizzling gaze. He stares you down, your exchange intense as he dominates you, plunging his thick cock into you again. The feeling makes your eyes flutter, a fresh blush lacing your cheeks as you look at him.

Shouto’s lips are in a self-assured smirk, eyebrows scrunched as he leans down onto you, carelessly rubbing his tip into your g-spot. Your pussy throbs and you fight back a sob of pleasure, your eyes still wet from choking on his dick minutes before. “Daddy,” you wail as he positions himself closer to you, arm curling tenderly around your waist to arch your back, pushing your hard nipples up against his strong chest. His hips dig into yours, grinding the head of his dick against your spot. Both your body and your walls shiver at the action, fingers curling into the covers hysterically.

“What do you want, baby girl?” he whispers, voice low and more gravely than you had imagined possible.

You lick your lips urgently, throwing a short look to his dick retreating from your aching slit before catching his sinful gaze again. “Please Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” your hair fanned around your pretty face, your cheeks bright red, desperation filling your wide eyes. Your needy look makes Shouto groan, his heart slamming against his rib cage. God, it was so hard for him to not give in… but he really wanted to hear you beg.

His hips glide into yours slowly, pulling out and pushing back in at a measured, hesitant tempo. Even just these careful thrusts has you covering your mouth, head tossed back in ecstasy. His hips carefully rake against yours a few more times before he leans in close. His lips ghosting over the hammering pulse in your throat. “Like this, baby girl?” His body trembles as he restrains himself, strung out like a ticking bomb as he continues his calculated ministrations.

You grab the back of his neck, lacing your fingers in the short hair and pulling harshly. He lets out a small moan, hips stuttering as he almost strays from his plan.

You wiggle your hips flush against his, opening your legs wider and securing them around his waist. “Daddy, I love your dick so much,” you whisper onto his neck, feeling his hands tremor just a bit before you smile against his skin. “Please fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Shouto sighs, pulling almost all the way out before shoving his whole cock back into you. Your eyes roll backwards in your skull and before you can even cry out, he does it again… and again, and again. His pace is so fast and hard you can’t keep up. His hips snapping harshly against yours, he fucks you like his life depends on it. His hand is turning the flesh on your waist white as he slams your hips onto his, strangled gasps falling out of his mouth. Your lips fall apart but you can’t muster any words, hell, you can’t even produce a single thought. “Fuck yes, Y/N,” he hisses, balls deep in your dripping core. “Your cunt is so wet for Daddy— you love being fucked like this, don't you, baby girl?”

All you can do is nod weakly, overwhelmed by the pressure building between your legs. You whimper, nails digging into Shouto’s prominent back muscles as your toes curl in bliss. He laughs crudely at your frazzled state, sounding more like a snarl as he continues the delicious onslaught on your g-spot.

“What was that, baby girl?” he teases short-windedly, your cunt trembling around his thick member. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

You try your best to clear your throat, but only a dissolute sob comes out. Shouto’s hand grabs your chin sharply, and your eyes fly open as his rapid pants fan your cheek. You summon some unknown force within you and push the words— any words you can think of— out of your mouth. “Your h-huge dick makes me — nnngh!— m-makes my slutty cunt feel so fucking good Daddy!” you cry, celebrating in the way your testimony summons a hot pink flush to your boyfriend’s cheeks. He continues to pound into you, his efforts revitalized. The reaction only eggs you on as your lips part on their own again. Your eyes wide as this unknown, brazen side of you surfaces,” I want you to fuck me so hard, please abuse my pussy Daddy, it’s all yours.”

Shouto’s eyes roll back at your plea, and he wonders for a split second why you’d never shown him this side of you before. He absolutely loves it. He pulls out of you for a moment and you wail at the loss of his hot, thick length. Just as fast as he left, he’s flipping you over, grabbing your hips, and raising them into the air. You barely even realize you’re on your knees before you register his cock crashing harshly into your tender core, a scream ripping through you and luckily being swallowed into your pillow. A loud clap! sounds and your ass stings, making you arch into his chilled palm. “Oh, baby girl. You’re such a fucking slut for me,” he chuckles darkly, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis and savoring the fresh pink mark. Goddamn, he never knew hitting you like this would turn him on. One of his hands reaches out and grabs your ankle, shifting the angle of your hips slightly and rocking your body back to meet his with every thrust. The other hand squishes your ass cheek, hot fingers digging into your supple skin.

“Fuck,” you huff, face retreating from the pillow to finally gasp a breath of fresh air in. “Holy fuck!” you exclaim as Shouto continues to drill his dick into you. The sheer force of him pushing so deeply into you makes a tear roll down your cheek. You’d never been fucked so good in your life. And you never imagined that Shouto would be the one to dominate you like this either-- the boy was usually so collected and calm. A sharp crack! yanks you out of your thoughts, a delectable tingling sensation spreading over your ass. Your head falls back to look at your boyfriend, who is ready to catch your gaze with a pointed, seductive look.

“You like when I treat you like this, baby girl?” he slams you onto his abs, making a startled shriek float out from you. He simpers at your reaction, hand leaving your ankle to wrap around your torso, encasing your breast while his icy thumb rubs your nipple gently.

You can’t help but curve into him, shoving your cunt harder onto his waiting cock. A short grunt slithers out of him, and his thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive bud forcefully. “Mmmph-- I love it so much,” you gasp, one hand shakily reaching toward your throbbing clit.

Shouto’s eyes follow the movement, and he gulps as you touch yourself, the new stimulation making your pussy instantly squeeze around him tightly. His gaze sharpens with vehemence as your cunt grasps him needily, fluttering distinctly around his dick. Your soft whimpers are muffled into the duvet as you rub your slick clit repeatedly, the tension burning between your legs building rapidly with such provocation. “Baby girl, are you close?” he whispers hoarsely, fingertips turning white as he brashly clutches you soft skin.

You nod wildly, not caring if your makeup smudges against the sheets. “I, oh god Shou, I’m so close,” you warn, pussy clamping onto him forcefully.

An anguished sob rips from your throat as Shouto pulls his cock out, leaving your cunt aching and empty. With tears springing into your eyes, you look back at him, dejection prominent in your gaze. But all he greets you with is a gentle smile, hands trailing off of you to feather his fingertips against the skin of your waist. “On your back, baby girl. I want you to look at me when you cum all over my cock,” he tantalizes, and you instantly roll over, legs stretched far apart. He snickers lightly, eyes scouring down your flushed body, lingering on your glistening, trembling core. He scoots forward, pushing your back against the headboard, tucking a pillow behind you thoughtfully. “Give Daddy a kiss, baby girl,” he murmurs, and your plush lips greet his own right away. He hums, savoring the feeling of your hot tongue rolling against his. The way you follow his orders with such enthusiasm sends fresh blood to his cock, which twitches irritably against your wet cunt.

You whine impatiently as his dick slides against your slit, his tongue driving yours into submission. Your heart hammers against your ribs in anticipation as his arms tuck underneath your knees, folding your legs against your stomach and then pushing them open so his body fits between them perfectly. His tips presses against your quivering entrance, and the hand around his cock guides himself in slow circles, collecting your arousal before he pushes into you.

He only enters you halfway but your body quakes at the feeling of your walls welcoming him inside once more. His hips shuffle, easing his cock further and further into your sopping cunt with each thrust. His breath is heavy but measured as he finds a rhythm, battling against your clenched heat as he shoves himself inside you. His hands gently grasp the top of your hips, holding you close to himself but doing so almost tenderly. “Did you think about me when you touched yourself to that nasty video baby girl?” he pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. His eyes burning with dominance, tongue running ferociously under his teeth.

You gasp for breath, locking eyes with him and nodding wantonly. “Yes, yes I always think of you when I touch myself Daddy,” you attest, head falling atop the pillow as his left hand gropes your breast in response. The renewed frost of his palm causing you to jerk against him, his hips persist the assault on your core. His hot right hand pushes your calf into the air, making you tighten around him as he accesses your deepest point again.

“Is that all, princess?” Your cunt tightens against his thick cock at his prompt. His hips roll divinely against yours, the new movement making his abdomen brush against your clit. Your lip trembles, recognizing the numb feeling sprouting within you that signals your orgasm is near. “Don’t you wanna convince me to let you cum?” he presses on, thumb swiping across your perky nipple and inciting a lustful moan from you. Shouto knows that you’re hurtling toward the edge, but it’s so much fun to see if you’ll be able to control yourself for him.

“I— oh god, Daddy,” you squirm slightly in his hold, your peak dangerously impending.

“Take your time, baby girl,” he smolders, lips hung tightly in a victorious smirk. Watching you melt in his hands, he notices that he’s nearing his own climax… but he pushes the thought of it away now so he can focus on you.

You feel a wave of heat wash through your body, toes curling almost painfully as you press your lips together into a firm line. You glance down to watch Shouto’s cock disappear into your center one more time before you look at his face, catching his eye. “I,” you gulp, sucking in a breath of air before he had the chance to steal it from you. “I can never make myself feel as good as you do, Shouto.” You relish the way his eyelids sink hazily, his teeth capturing his pretty bottom lip. “Y-You make me— nghhh— feel so full when you hit my g-spot, ah!” your hands fly to his shoulders as his own viciously grip your hips, pace and force increased. “Please!” you beg,” Please let me cum Daddy! I— I’ve been so good for you, please!”

He laughs menacingly against the moist skin of your neck, “I suppose you have been a good girl, Y/N.” He can feel your legs quivering as you dangle on the edge, a wave of pride washing over him as he looks at your wrecked state. “Whose— fuck, whose pussy is this?” He leans close to your face, pushing your leg against your body even tighter.

Your voice cracks in desperation, spine curving into a crescent shape as your fingernails scrape his shoulders. “Yours! Oh my god— Yours, Shouto— Daddy! Please!” You were so close, the corners of your vision going blurry.

His hips continue to slap against yours ruthlessly. His curled lips press a chaste kiss to your cheek, nose pressing against your ear as he commands,” Cum for me, baby girl.”

Your legs stiffen around his hips, the rubber band of your orgasm snapping brutally as your pussy clenches onto your boyfriend for dear life. His lips cover yours as you let out a defeated and unfiltered moan, hips crashing against his in ecstasy. He wheezes as your cunt voraciously grips his length, hips stuttering as he lets you ride out your climax. His mouth leaves yours and swoops down, slurping a nipple into his mouth, suckling and twirling his tongue around the peak. Your lungs burn for air as you gasp, lightning tingling from your fingertips to your toes. You brush an overwhelmed tear from your cheek, your mind beginning to fan off the clouds of pleasure.

Shouto lets go of your nipple, returning to pound into you from above. His movements are rough and fast, and they abuse your already aching g-spot even more, making your eyes nearly cross. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps, perspiration dripping down the deep grooves of his muscular torso,” You’re such a good baby girl for Daddy, look at you taking my cock so well.” He throws his head back, harsh pants traveling towards the ceiling as he realizes he doesn’t have to hold back his own orgasm any longer. Fuck, was he this close to busting a nut in you the entire time?

You nudge your nose underneath his slacked jaw, making him hang his head again for you to capture his lips. His lips dance against yours clumsily, the tempo of his hips becoming jerky. You can feel his ragged breath on your skin, low moans tumbling out from his mouth as his eyes clench shut. “Daddy,” you whimper, wiggling your hips to push against his further.

Shouto curses under his breath, eyes peeling open into slits to regard your provocative expression. “Y-Yes, baby girl?” he groans, taking in the way your round breasts bounce to the glide of his thrusts.

“Please cum for me,” you plead, your hands running along his solid, sweaty frame. He moans at your request, hips bumping clumsily into yours at his heightened pace. “I want your cum to fill me up, please, Shouto,” you urge, “I need it so bad!” Your cheeks blush once again at your erotic invitation, and Shouto feels himself rip through the finish line as he takes in your bashful, demure expression.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he grumbles, his hips jutting against yours lazily as his cock spurts his hot, thick load into you. Your cunt quivering as you receive his cum, your body thrums, sharing in the ecstasy radiating off of Shouto’s rigid form. He whimpers as he pumps into you a few more times, the last of his cum shooting into your welcoming core before he stills.

Shouto’s slick torso gently sags onto your body, shaky breaths dragging into his lungs as he attempts to recover. His face falling into your neck, he groans as your pussy clenches on his still-hard dick. His palms meet the swell of your breasts, thumbs softly caressing the prominent buds that stand upright for him. His lips glide against the sleek skin of your neck, and you feel his eyelashes tickle your jaw as he places sweet and gentle kisses to your throat.

You barely recognize the fluid dribbling out of your pussy, collecting into a small puddle underneath your ass. It’s just Shouto and you in this moment, the two of you savoring each other’s presence. He stays hovering over you for a minute, body still connected with yours as he gains his sanity. Your eyes are closed, breathing finally evening out.

His lips greet yours playfully, gliding in sync as one of his hands travels to your neck, tipping your head back so he has better access to your mouth. Your lips part with a whine as he takes his cock out of you, feeling empty and sore without his warm fullness inside anymore. His tongue coasts deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours as his fingers slip into the hair at the nape of your neck. He lets your leg slide off his shoulder, placing it down next to his hip with care. He pulls his mouth away from yours, chuckling deeply as his mischievous eyes meet yours.

Your eyebrow quirks up, a small smile gracing your lips too. “What?” you pout, fingers hanging around the back of his neck.

The smile that splits his lips is blinding and so genuine, it stuns you for a moment before you process his words.

“You nasty, baby girl.”

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Ahhh, I love your writing!

67- “It’s you, it’s always been you.”

Only if you want, thks :)

Hello anon :) Thank you, you're very sweet 😚

Here it goes, I hope it doesn't suck, my writing vibes have been off 😢:

67. It's you, it's always been you.

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“Man, this thing sucks. I was promised hot chicks from the dance school and I can’t see even one, what the fuck.”

Robbe turns his eyes to Moyo, shooting him a half-hearted apologetic smile, his thoughts far away from his friends bickering next to him as they cross the gate to the carnival. It’s getting late, the sky had turned dark before they even left their houses and the place greets them with an onslaught of neons from every corner, cheesy song playing in the background, and Robbe can’t help but hear a particular deep voice commenting on the music being shit in his head.

He sighs, trying to chase the thought away and not go there again, plastering a fake-cheeriness on his face as he suggests they all get a beer and find a table somewhere. It takes 15 minutes of standing in a line to finally get the drinks and in the end, they have to resort to sitting on the grass because the place is packed. It looks like every single kid from their school is here tonight along with half of the city, to be exact, and Robbe snorts to himself when he thinks back to the broers’ plans this morning, talking about finally making a move on the dance girls. Good luck trying to find them.

They’re in the middle of arguing about which attraction they should go check out first when Robbe’s phone pings with a message.

Noor: ROBBE

Noor: !!!!!!!!!!!!

Robbe: Wha???

Noor: LILY HAS BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME THE WHOLE EVENING

Noor: AND WE KISSED

Robbe: Whoa you go girl! 💪🏻💜

Robbe: Told you she's into you 😎😎😎

Noor: 🙄 whatever

Noor: I'M SO HAPPY 💖💖💖

Robbe: Haha I can see that, you only use black hearts, she must be special 😜

Noor: 🖕🏻

Noor: She isssss ❤

Robbe: I'm so happy for you ❤

Noor: 🖤🖤🖤

Noor: Is your lover boy at the carnival? 😏

Robbe: I don't have a lover boy 🙄

Robbe: And no he's not

Noor: Aww 😕

Robbe: It doesn't matter anyway

Robbe: It's better this way

Noor: For fuck's sake Robbe I'mma spank you into submission one day if you don't stop with this bullshit

Robbe: Kinky

Noor: I'm serious 🤨

Noor: Please please please promise me if you see him tonight you'll talk to him???

Robbe: Can't you just let it go??

Noor: Hell will freeze over before I'll let this go

Noor: Consider yourself warned

Robbe: Why are you so pressed about this jesus

Noor: Because I want you to be as happy as me!

Robbe: What do you want me to do exactly? I can't make him like me Noor

Robbe: It's done okay?

Robbe: I got my answer I told u

Robbe: I'm serious let it go

Noor: Baby 🥺

Robbe: I'm gonna be okay

Robbe: Go now

Robbe: I'm Lily's getting jealous over your texting 😉

Noor: Ugh okay

Noor: Ttyl

Noor: I love you 🖤

Robbe: 🖤

Under the chat with Noor there’s another message that makes him feel a pang in his heart.

Sander: Are you okay?

He scrubs his face and starts working on that fake smile again when Aaron shouts, “Ferris Wheel! Please you guys, I’ve always wanted to go on a ride!”

Moyo and Jens make some protesting sounds, claiming it’s boring as fuck if you don’t go with somebody to make out with up there. Robbe’s about to join the conversation when he sees a flicker of white hair somewhere in the crowd, and his heart starts beating faster despite him trying to stay indifferent, but when he blinks, it’s gone. He curses under his breath for being such a lovesick fool.

“Robbe? Go with me? Please?”

Robbe widens his eyes at Aaron’s pleading face, and shakes his head with an uncomfortable laughter. “No way, dude, I’m not a fan of this kind of stuff.”

“It’s not even that high! And it’s super safe, look!” Aaron waves vaguely at the Ferris Wheel, his eyes getting bigger and bigger with each “please”.

“Why do you even care so much?”

“Because I wanna try it out before I take Amber there, duuh!”

Robbe glances at the wheel with reluctance in his eyes, weighing his options before finally huffing a long-suffering “okay” at Aaron because he’s a pushover. It sucks, but he made his peace with that.

They leave Moyo and Jens chilling on the grass and go stand in the surprisingly short line to the wheel, Aaron’s practically bouncing on his feet when he’s telling Robbe about his plans to take Amber to the carnival tomorrow. Robbe indulges him and holds back any comments that he has at the tip of his tongue about the girl as they slowly move towards the front of the line, finally reaching the fence and paying for the admission.

Once they’re seated and reality hits in, Robbe can feel a weird feeling slowly encompassing his body and he realizes this is a bad idea. He hates highs. What the fuck is he doing on a Ferris Wheel?!

It seems like a similar thought is crossing Aaron’s mind because the boy is ghost white as he suddenly stands up and starts getting out of the cart.

“Fuck, man, I don’t think I can do this, it’s fucking scary, I’m sorry!”

And then he leaves, leaving Robbe gapping after him in shock. Before he can react and get out himself, the cart shakes with additional weight dropping on it, and when Robbe turns his head back to see what is going on, he’s met with an unsure smile, gracing the most beautiful face he’s ever seen.

“Do you mind if I take his spot?”

Robbe keeps staring as Sander pushes the railing down, making himself comfortable before looking at him expectantly.

“Yeah, um, sure,” he squeaks out, super aware of how close they’re sitting, his already racing heart now threatening to fall out of his chest. Sander shoots him a grateful smile and runs a hand through his hair and messes it up, almost making Robbe whimper with how good he looks.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. He needs to pull himself together.

The wheel starts moving and for a second Robbe forgets all about who’s sitting next to him, gripping the railing tightly and taking deep breaths, at the same time trying to remain cool and unaffected.

“You didn’t answer my text.”

Sander’s words break the cloud of fear that is currently fogging Robbe’s brain and he peeks at him, noticing how he bites on his bottom lip, looking almost shy. His eyes carry some vulnerability in them that doesn’t fit the image of Sander Robbe has in his head - always cool and composed, witty, flirty, edgy artist who makes girls and boys swoon after him.

He swallows and tries to figure out an excuse. “I’m sorry, I read it, but I was super busy and I completely forgot.” He cringes as soon as the words are out when he sees a glimpse of hurt passing Sander’s features. Great, now he sounds like an asshole.

“Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry,” Sander replies, pretending to be unaffected. “Do you, um, do you wanna hang out tomorrow maybe? To make up for last Thursday?” His voice sounds full of hope and Robbe hates himself for having to shoot him down again, but he needs to take care of his own heart first.

“Sander, I-, look, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

There it is. The smile slowly but surely slipping off Sander’s face and hurting Robbe in the process. But this is the right thing to do. He knows that.

They’re almost at the top when Sander speaks again. “Can you tell me why?” He asks softly.

Robbe fights with himself whether this is the right place to come clean, but he can’t let him think there’s something wrong with him.

So he takes a deep breath and squeezes out, “Because I like you more than just a friend and I can’t pretend I’m not.”

Before Sander can answer, he beats him up to it. “And I know now that you have Younes, I saw you guys, it’s okay, I understand, he’s great, I’m happy for you guys, really, I-”

The wheel comes to a sudden stop, making the cart shake ominously, and Robbe’s heart lodges itself in his throat as he realizes the horrible truth: they’re stuck. At the top. So so high up.

He’s gonna be sick.

He starts breathing quickly, verging on hyperventilating when he feels Sander’s hands on his cheeks, and he registers his soothing voice telling him to calm down and that it’s going to be okay.

“Are you scared of heights?”

Robbe nods shakily, blushing beet red at the situation, feeling embarrassed at his state. When he manages to open his eyes, he’s met with a set of green looking back at him, worried and compassionate.

“Breathe with me, okay?” Sander takes one deep exaggerated breath to encourage him to do the same, and Robbe tries his hardest to follow him. There are voices coming from the ground telling them they need to stay calm and that they’re gonna be down in no time, as the technicians are already working on solving the issue.

But Robbe doesn’t fully register them, too focused on how close Sander is sitting now, their thighs pressed together, how he can smell his aftershave and see his moles clearer than ever before.

There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him to stop enjoying this because Sander has a boyfriend and this is wrong, but then Sander rests his forehead against his, shortcutting any thoughts whatsoever.

“I don’t know what you saw, but Younes is my best friend. We’re not together, Robbe.”

“But, you were all touchy and,” he swallows. “I saw you kissing. In the movies.”

A small frown appears on Sander’s forehead. “We’re comfortable with each other, sure, but there has never been any kissing. Younes is straight. And taken, by the way.”

And, okay, weird. Could he really misjudge the situation so badly? Sure, he didn’t see them kissing per se, but they were leaning towards each other? Sort of? He thinks?

Fuuuuuck.

“Oh wow, I think, um, I misinterpreted some stuff,” he admits, embarrassed, eyes downcast as he feels Sander nodding against his forehead with a tiny smile.

“Quite a lot of stuff, actually. Like, for example, that I like you like a friend.”

“That’s a lot of like in one sentence,” Robbe blurts off like an idiot, making Sander let out that adorable snort of his that pulls a quiet chuckle out of Robbe too.

“Well, there’s a lot of liking involved when it comes to my feelings for you,” he says, eyes shining with sincerity, and he glances the tip of his nose against Robbe’s, the gesture liquifying his insides.

“There’s a lot of liking involved when it comes to my feelings for you as well,” he whispers back, too shy for his own liking, but Sander just has that effect on him. It doesn’t matter though because suddenly the boy’s lips stretch in a beaming smile that’s so radiant it almost makes the night look brighter.

They’re staring at each other with similar expressions, sharing air as their foreheads remain glued together, and then Sander closes the distance between them, capturing Robbe’s lips in a soft kiss that makes his sigh, hands letting go of the railing and traveling on their own accord to Sander’s jaw. His head is spinning for a totally different reason now, and when he feels the tip of Sander’s tongue grazing his bottom lip he opens his mouth right away, going pliant under his touch.

He can’t quite believe what’s happening, how just half an hour ago he was feeling sorry for himself, thinking Sander is officially off limits, and now he can feel the boy’s secure hold on his waist and taste the sugary sweet cotton candy on his tongue.

“Hey, you’re breathing normally now,” Sander notes happily, his lips red and glistening as he breaks the kiss.

He looks even more gorgeous now and Robbe can’t help himself as he runs his thumb across his plump bottom lip and scores a tiny kiss there too, pulling a blush out of him.

“So, does that mean you will go out with me now?” Sander flutters his eyelashes at him, a pout on his lips as he puts his hands together in a “please” sign, and he looks so cute that Robbe can’t do more but nod, giggling when Sander hisses a satisfied yes! under his breath.

“Hey, no laughing, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you,” Sander tsks at him, eyes narrowed in seriousness that would look legit if his smile was any smaller.

“You have?”

“Yeah. I was like, how the fuck am I supposed to convince the most beautiful boy on the planet to go on a date with me?”

Robbe bites his lip bashfully, aware of the heat spreading on his neck under Sander’s words.

“I was sure you didn’t like me like that, you know,” he reaches to entangle their fingers, patting himself on the back for winning with his nervousness.

Sander squeezes his hand. "And I thought you were into somebody else, made me so sad."

"What? Fuck no, it's you, it's always been you," he rushes to reassure him, blushing again at his eagerness, but it earns him another kiss, this one just when the cart lurches forward as the Wheel comes alive again.

It painfully reminds him of where they are, but before he can fully freak out Sander brings him closer to his chest, acting like a man on a mission and not stopping with his mindblowing kisses until their cart safely reaches the ground.

"We made it," he murmurs, placing the last lingering kiss against Robbe's lips and the boy thanks him for being his knight in a shining armor.

"Hey, Sander?"

"Yes?"

"Just promise me our date won't take place at the fair. I won't survive another ride."

#wtfock #my fics

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stiles-halee · 3 years

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Kinkmas Day 3: Caught in the Act

"Oh my fucking God!" For a second, Stiles was confused. That didn't come from his mouth, at least not this time. He had been moaning the same phrase and other obscurities for the past twenty minutes or so, but this time it wasn't him.

"Oh my fucking God!" It was repeated again, by yet another voice, coming from somewhere rather close.

It seemed to be taking Stiles several moments to comprehend what exactly had just went down.

Let's rewind, shall we?

Stiles had entered the loft without being inviting, greeted by a scruffy, growly, wolf. Stiles and said wolf had had a sort of weird thing going on where either male would show up unannounced and they would proceed to perform certain. . . acts. Stiles called it a booty call when Derek came strolling, Derek simply called it causal sex.

Derek always acted like Stiles was unwelcome, and Stiles always liked to act like he was too busy for Derek, but the night always ended with cum on someone's chest.

Where were we? Right.

So Stiles came a knockin', except he didn't even knock. Grumpy wolf snapped his book shut and glared at Stiles, who only ignored him and stalked further into the loft. Stiles proceeded to look at the small hanging bookshelf Derek had recently installed on his wall, running his fingertips over the spines of the books. He was just getting invested when Derek shoved him into said bookshelf and shoved his hands down Stiles' pants. Moaning, groaning, sucking, and fucking did ensue.

What neither had planned for, however, was yet another unexpected visitor. Two in fact. Oh wait, nope, three.

Three members of the pack had just walked into Stiles being fucked in the ass, moaning like a whore.

"Jesus Christ!" Isaac cried out, quickly covering his eyes and turning. Cora was gagging, hands on her knees. Scott only stood there, mouth agape.

"What is going on- oh." Lydia proceeded to stroll in to join them all and see what all the fuss was about. It was then, at that moment, Stiles realized he was bent over Derek's desk, cock still in his ass.

Scrambling, he tore away from Derek, who casually zipped up his pants, while Stiles struggled to pull up his. He ended up tripping, but caught himself from completely sprawling out on the floor.

Meanwhile, the pack only stared, some eyes closed in fear, some eyes wide in shock.

"Uh. . ." Stiles began. He looked at Derek for help, but that was clearly a terrible idea. The man was looking as cool as a cucumber, though Stiles swore the tips of his ears were red.

"You want to help me out here, buddy ole pal?" Stiles slapped his rock hard bicep, shooting him a glare. Derek only raised a brow.

"I don't do that with my buddies or pals." Jackson cocked his head, arms crossed and looking amused. Apparently he had joined in on the fun at some point as well. Fan-fucking-tastic. Jackson would never let this go.

"I am scarred for life." Cora shook her head and looking pale.

"Have to say though Stiles, I am impressed." Lydia smiled innocently, while referencing to his now soft member. Talk about a boner killer.

Stiles turned a darker shade of red, while Derek leaned back against the desk that he was just spread out against. How was he so unbothered?

"Now wait a second. You guys are fucking?" Scott exasperated.

The loft grew quiet for a moment, before it burst into laughter. Isaac shoved Scott as though he had just said a hilarious joke, while Lydia simply shook her head as Scott's lack of brain cells. Jackson looked absolutely thrilled and Stiles could have sworn tears of laughter were forming in his eyes.

"Of course they are, you fucking dumbass. How did you not know?" Jackson was still laughing, barely able to get the question out.

"Hold up, you guys knew?" Stiles asked, voice growing squeaky.

Another round of laughter erupted and even Derek cracked a smile. What the fuck was going on here?

"How did everyone know except me?" Scott placed a hand on his chest, looking very offended.

"It was totally obvious." Lydia rolled her eyes.

"You can literally smell the sex rolling off of them." Isaac motioned to the two of them.

"Not to mention Stiles' scent all over the loft, and Derek's at Stiles' place." Jackson picked at a nail as though the conversation was beginning to boring him.

"Plus have you seen the looks the two give each other? The sexual tension is absolutely-" Peter started.

"Now when the fuck did you get here?" Stiles threw his hands in the air, looking to Peter who suddenly appeared.

"I cannot believe-" Scott began, completely ignoring the issue at hand, which was the fact that the entire pack had just walked in on them having sex.

"Believe what you see, honey." Lydia smiled again, looking at the both of them. "Well then, I think that the two have some unfinished business, perhaps we should make our leave?"

"I'm certainly not sticking around." Jackson raised his brows, before turning on his heal. Isaac followed after, as did Cora after shooting a glare at Derek, as if to say "this isn't over." Peter simply smirked and gave Stiles a wink, sending shivers down his spine.

The only one remaining was Scott, still dumbfounded.

"Scott, buddy-" Stiles began.

The boy raised his hand up, cutting Stiles off. "I need some time to process the fact that Derek Hale is fucking my best friend in the ass."

Stiles shrugged. "You know, that seems fair."

"But if you hurt-" Scott began

"Don't even try to pull that shit with me." Derek cut him off, shaking his head slightly. It wasn't like Scott would ever actually do anything anyways and besides, Stiles could talk him down from pretty much anything.

"Scott, we're just. . . ya know, I mean it's nothing serious or anything we just-"

"Does that mean we aren't on for brunch?" Derek raised a brow, egging on the situation. Stiles shot him a glare, he was so not helping.

"Scott-" Stiles tried to begin again.

"Nope, I've seen enough. Enjoy brunch." He gave a brief and awkward wave, before quickly running out of the loft, shutting the door behind him.

The two stayed in silence for a while, before Derek turned to him. "Shall we continue?"

"Oh my God, how can you still want to fuck after something like that?" Stiles widened his eyes. Were they not going to talk about what just happened?

Derek shrugged. "Guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

"You kinky motherfucker." Stiles shook his head, but grabbed the man none the less.

#Sterek #sterekkinkmas #sterekkinkmas2020 #sterek fic #ao3 #ao3fic #teen wolf #teenwolf #Stiles #stiles stilinski #Stiles/Derek #stiles x derek #Derek #derek hale #kinkmas

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btschooseafic · 3 years

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: The boys start filming vlogs.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 15: First log

Video Phone- Beyoncé ft. Lady Gaga, William Burke

“On your video phone (Make a cameo)

Tape me on your video phone (I can handle you)”

December 2012

“Okay, well, that takes care of the budget section of our meeting,” Aviva said, looking up from her papers. Jimin and Taehyung were playing some kind of hand game. Jin was watching something on his phone. Yoongi and Jungkook were napping on Jin’s shoulders. Namjoon was slumped over a bit and wearing sunglasses indoors, so she was pretty sure he was sleeping as well. Hoseok had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes now, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was really constipated or something. She let out a long breath. “Seriously, guys?”

“Hmmm?” Jin looked up at her, smiling innocently. “I’ll wash the dishes in the morning.” Aviva rubbed her temples.

“Yeah, you said that already. We already finished the cleaning schedule.”

“Oh.” He blinked at her. “Then… what were we talking about?” He looked at Taehyung and Jimin, who shrugged.

“The budget,” she said. “Which you might’ve known if you had actually been paying attention to me instead of playing on your phone.” Jin’s smile turned a little sheepish. “Ah, but you three get credit for staying awake at least.”

“I’m awake,” Yoongi said. Jin jolted.

“Aish.” He rubbed his chest. “Min Yoongi-yah, don’t scare me like that!”

“Boo,” Yoongi muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked at Aviva, his gaze suddenly so alert it made her blush. He smirked. “I’ll work on a grocery budget with hyung so you don’t have to.”

“Thanks, Yoongi-yah.” She let out a breath of relief. “That would be a big help. Now, let’s wake the others up, cause they actually really need to hear this next part.”

“Hmm.” He kicked Namjoon’s shoulder. “Joon, wake up.”

“Wh-what?” Namjoon sat up straight and looked around. “Why’s it so dark in here?”

The others snickered.

“Maybe these?” Tae suggested, stealing his sunglasses and putting them on his face instead. “Wow, yeah, these are dark. How do you see in these things?”

“I’ll wake Jungkookie up,” Jimin offered, springing up and shoving the youngest boy. “Kookie, time to wake up!” Jungkook just groaned.

“He’s so cute,” Jin cooed, cradling him under his arm.

“JK, if you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to take a picture of Jin-oppa cradling you like a baby and send it to Jen,” Aviva threatened.

Jungkook sat up abruptly, nearly knocking his head into Jin’s.

“I’m awake! Don’t do it!”

“Blackmail?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at her.

“The tricky part is, she’d probably think it was really cute,” Aviva admitted.

“Yeah, but cute in what way?” Jungkook thought aloud. “Probably not the right way…”

“What’d I miss?” Hoseok asked, walking back into the room.

“Doesn’t matter,” Aviva said. “Everybody else missed it as well…” She paused as Yoongi caught her eye. “…With the exception of Yoongi-oppa who gets a gold star.” Yoongi smiled smugly.

“Kinky,” Hoseok said appreciatively. Aviva blinked at him.

“…How?”

“I don’t want to know,” Yoongi said, waving his hand as Hoseok opened his mouth again. Hoseok shrugged.

“Anyway,” Aviva said loudly. “Special announcement—Youtube finally gave us permission for an official channel, so I’d like for you all to start posting vlogs.” They blinked at her. “Video logs.”

“Logs…” Jungkook stared at her uncertainly.

“Just talk to the camera,” Aviva said. “About what you did today, or what your hopes for the future are.” Namjoon grimaced, shaking his head. “Joon, I know you like to write silly raps just for fun sometimes, maybe you could record one of those? I could edit them in sort of a meme format, and that should attract some viewership.” Understanding passed over Jungkook’s face. Aviva pointed at Jimin and Hoseok. “And you two can post routines that wouldn’t be spoiling any original content.”

“Ah, like, coming soon, Bangtan boys,” Hoseok said the last part in a surprisingly deep voice. Aviva blinked.

“Hobi, you ever considered voice acting?”

“Eh?”

She shook her head. “But I’m getting sidetracked… anyway, I’d like you each to get me a video by the end of the week.”

“The end of the week!” Jungkook repeated worriedly.

“It doesn’t have to be anything special,” she told him. “Just be sure to record it in the studio, there’s the best soundproofing in there.”

“Beep—Wrong,” Taehyung said. “It’s the Bangtan Room, not the studio!”

“I’ll call it the Bangtan Room if you actually pay attention during next week’s meeting,” Aviva offered. Taehyung rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“You drive a hard bargain, manager-noona.”

She sighed.

“But, who would want to know what we do all day?” Jimin wondered.

“Come to think of it, I’m not comfortable in front of the camera… I’m not sure I can do it,” Jungkook thought.

“I could be in the background out of the shot to keep you company,” Aviva offered. He frowned at her.

“Yeah, I think that would only make it worse.”

“Jungkook-ah, you’re going to be an idol, get used to it,” Yoongi said bluntly. Jungkook grimaced. “Unless you want to be treated like a baby forever?”

“No.” Jungkook’s brow furrowed.

“Don’t worry,” Jin said. “I’ll show you how to do it. Watch and learn!”

“…What, now?” Jungkook wondered, as no one moved.

“Ah… maybe tomorrow,” Jin thought.

“Okay.” Aviva gave him a thumb’s up. “Let’s meet at the studio around this time tomorrow and see how it’s going.” Jin smiled nervously. “Yoongi-oppa, text me some kind of treat you want and I’ll bring it for you.”

“Hmm, now I kind of want to know what Hobi thought a gold star meant,” Yoongi said thoughtfully. Hoseok opened his mouth again.

“Nope.” Aviva made an X with her arms.

‘Have you decided what you want?’ Aviva texted Yoongi first thing in the morning before she even got out of bed.

‘…I wanna eat meat.’

‘You always do! But remember the budget…’

‘right. ㅠ.ㅠ ok. Can I be exempt from logs for the next couple of weeks? I can do a product review of the new soundboard that I’m getting, but it hasn’t come yet.’

‘Ok. The viewers will miss out on your cute face, though,’ she texted before she thought too much about it. She froze. Shit.

‘Shut up >//<, u r the cute one.’

She laughed. ‘No, it definitely you. Just look at that emoji usage!’

‘u text like my grandma.’

‘u live like a grandpa.’

‘I see, so we match well together~’

She laughed again. It wouldn’t be too bad if not everyone got a log out this week. As long as two of three members posted something, that would be good. But was that really enough of a treat for Yoongi? She hadn’t done any baking in a while, and if she did something with ingredients she already had, it wouldn’t break the budget.

‘Do you like sweet things?’ She texted, and then got up to get dressed and start the day. Her phone buzzed. She finished getting dressed and looked at it.

‘d(^_^)b Duh. ♡.♡ Check the name.’

‘I thought it had something to do with basketball?’

‘…It does. I was just… guess I’ve spent too much time with hyung. ^^; ’

Aviva snorted.

That morning, Hoseok had somehow convinced Yoongi to join him at a nearby basketball court. They were shooting hoops, and Hoseok was frustrated, because Yoongi was winning, even though he kept taking breaks to look at his phone. He kept smiling at it, and at one point Hoseok even thought he blushed, although that might’ve been from the exercise.

“Who are you texting with?” He wanted to know.

“Your mom,” Yoongi said, without looking at him. Hoseok whipped at his ass with his sweat towel. Yoongi attempted to fight back, but Hoseok caught the towel, holding it as he smirked.

“Ah. I bet it’s Avi-yah.” He leaned over closer, trying to get a look at Yoongi’s phone screen. “What did she say that made you blush like that? Or was it a naughty photo?”

“That would be sexual harassment, technically, I think,” he said, twisting away from Hoseok, trying to keep his phone hidden. “Since she’s our manager.”

“Not if it’s totally consensual,” Hoseok thought, grabbing at the phone. Yoongi finally just shoved his phone in his bag.

“Let’s go back to the dorm and shower before she gets there,” he said.

“You don’t want her to see you all sweaty and messy?” Hoseok teased. Yoongi shot him a weird look.

“She’s seen me after dance practice plenty of times.”

“Ah, right.”

They walked out of the court, continuing down the street towards the dorm.

“Anyway, she doesn’t seem like the type,” Yoongi said, so quietly Hoseok almost didn’t hear him.

“To want to see you sweaty?” He wondered, confused. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“To take pictures like that.”

Hoseok blinked. “Eh? You were still thinking about that?” Hoseok grinned. Yoongi was definitely blushing this time. “It’s always the quiet ones. Like, I bet you’re pretty kinky.”

“Depends who I’m with,” he said honestly.

“Ah.” Hoseok nodded. “You’re a switch.” Yoongi stared at him.

“…Can I consensually murder you?”

“What? No! How would that even…” Hoseok stopped suddenly as a familiar car pulled up alongside them.

The window rolled down and Aviva waved at them.

“Morning, boys. Need a lift?”

“Sure!” Hoseok said, going to open the passenger seat door.

“Ah, no, I have stuff on the seat,” she told him. “Sit in the back.”

“Okay, okay.” They got in the back. “What’s on the seat?” He wondered, trying to lean forward to see.

“Buckle your seatbelt, Hobi,” she ordered.

“I got it.” Yoongi buckled him in.

“…They’re cookies I made for Yoongi-oppa,” she said quietly. Yoongi blinked, and then a smile spread over his face.

“What? Hyung doesn’t deserve cookies,” Hoseok protested. “He threatened to murder me!”

“Yeah, cause he was saying dirty stuff about you again, Siljangnim,” Yoongi told her, without even hesitating. Hoseok gasped.

“Aish, you tattletale! Seriously?”

“While I appreciate you trying to defend my honor, or whatever, oppa, don’t murder him, that would be too much paperwork. Anyway, that stuff doesn’t bother me,” Aviva said. Yoongi and Hoseok looked at each other, and then her.

“Wait, really?” Yoongi said. “Why?”

“I grew up with Soonyoung, so I’ve been kind of… desensitized to that stuff?”

“Ah.” Both boys nodded. “That’s why your reactions are so amusing,” Hoseok figured. Aviva made a face.

“You know, both her and Taehyungie have said that before, I don’t get what I’m doing that’s so amusing.”

“Hmmm. Well, it’s similar to the satisfaction I feel when get Yoongi-yah or Tae Tae to react to things,” Hoseok told her. “They’ve got good poker faces, but they’re marshmallows on the inside.”

“Yeah,” Aviva agreed. “Cause he’s Suga.” Hoseok laughed as Yoongi groaned, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Later in the Bangtan Room, Jin was dressed oddly formal, in a suit.

“Seokjin-oppa,” Aviva started, but Hoseok interrupted her, pressing his finger to her lips.

“Shush. Just let enjoy the view for a moment.” He paused, tilting his head. “Eh, the moment has passed—why such a plain suit? That cut and color? So boring…”

“More importantly,” Aviva said. “Jin-oppa, you don’t have to do this in front of us, if it’s stressing you out too much.”

“Ha ha, of course not! I’m not stressed at all,” Jin said. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re standing as stiff as a board!” Aviva said.

“So…” Jin brushed his hair away from his face, ignoring her. “I’m going to do a three-line poem using my name.”

Aviva stared at him as he recited. “I don’t get it... did I lose something in translation?”

“No,” Hoseok told her. “It’s just not funny.”

“Yah!” Jin said, finally breaking from his robotic stance. “What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t fun at all,” Jungkook agreed, his nose wrinkling as he smiled slightly.

“It was hilarious,” Jimin disagreed. “But maybe not for the right reasons.”

“I’ve been thinking about the concept for these logs, but… do you think three-line poems are the right direction?” Namjoon wondered, tapping his chin.

“Not to mention the suit…” Yoongi added.

“Right?” Hoseok agreed.

“Is it too much?” Jin touched his lapel nervously. “I thought it would show I’m taking it seriously.”

“Aw, Jin-oppa, I really do appreciate the thought…” Aviva smiled at him gently. He smiled back at her. “But you should change.” He pouted.

“What about Tae?” Jin wondered as she started shepherding him out of the room. “He’s just been whispering into the mic!”

Aviva shrugged.

“Eh, some people like that kind of thing.”

That night, Aviva had just gotten home when her phone rang. It was Jin.

She answered. “Yes?”

“Ah, Aviva-yah? I was wondering, well, I think I need to get more used to being in front of a camera, so, I thought… maybe you could take some pictures of me?”

“…Like a photo shoot?”

“Did somebody say photo shoot?” Soonyoung wondered, popping up from the couch.

“Ah, it’s Jin-oppa,” Aviva told her.

“Oh? That oppa? Can you put him on speaker?”

“Um, oppa, do you mind if I put you on speaker?” Aviva asked him. “Soonyoung-ah wants to be included.”

“S-Soonyoung-ah?” He repeated. “Um… okay, sure.”

“Alright.” Aviva hit a button. “You’re on speaker. I think I know where she’s going with this, by the way. Soonie’s always liked dressing people up and taking pictures of them.”

“Well, yeah,” Soonyoung said. “It’s fun. But you never played with me!”

“I don’t like having my picture taken, and I don’t really like dressing up either, you know that,” Aviva said.

“Anyway, it would be fun to have such a handsome model,” Soonyoung thought.

“H-Handsome?” Jin said. “You’re too kind.” Aviva squinted at her phone, wondering at Jin’s sudden change in personality.

“You don’t mind people dressing you up, do you, Jin-oppa?” Soonyoung purred. “Since you’re gonna be an idol soon, hmmm?”

“Ah, no, I don’t mind,” Jin said, sounding like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Great!” Soonyoung said. “I’ve got some free time on my hands, so why don’t you meet me in the morning, that’s when the light will be best—ooh, ask Hobi to pick out a few outfits for you to bring, he’s good at that.”

“Okay, the ladies have arrived!” Soonyoung sang loudly, as they entered the dorm the next morning. She looked around. “Where is my model?”

“Ah, Soonyoung-noona,” Jimin smiled at her sleepily. He was still in his pajamas, sitting on the couch and playing a game on his phone, by the looks of it. “I heard there’s a photoshoot happening? Jin-hyung is in the kitchen, as usual.” Jimin pointed in the correct direction.

“Thanks, cutie.” Soonyoung leaned over and kissed his cheek before continuing on to the kitchen. Jimin’s face turned red.

“W-what?”

“…You haven’t really interacted with her much, have you?” Aviva realized.

“Ah, no, I’ve only met her a few times.”

Aviva nodded. “You get used to it,” she told him. Jimin looked doubtful. “Is Namjoon-ah in there too? He said he needed something.” Jimin nodded.

In the kitchen, Namjoon’s spoonful of cereal was frozen halfway to his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He said, eyes wide as he looked at Soonyoung.

“Joonie, I don’t remember saying you could address me so informally,” Soonyoung said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Soonyoung-ssi,” Namjoon amended, putting his spoon down like he’d lost his appetite. “Could you please tell me... what the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t you hear me yesterday?” Hoseok wondered. “Jin-hyung’s having a photo shoot.” Namjoon’s eyebrows went up.

“With her?” He pointed at Soonyoung. Hoseok nodded. Namjoon patted the frozen stiff Jin on the shoulder. “Good luck, hyung. You’re gonna need it.”

Soon Soonyoung had left with Jin, somehow conscripting Jimin to help her, with Hoseok volunteering to go along.

“Do you think Jin-oppa has a crush on Soonie?” Aviva wondered as she sat with Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi in the studio room. Jungkook and Yoongi were looking through a free-use video library for good meme clips to add Namjoon’s more serious than expected rap encouraging voting.

“What?” Namjoon stared at Aviva.

“She is hot,” Yoongi said, blunt as ever.

“Well…” Namjoon looked hesitantly at Aviva.

“She’s hot. She knows it, I know it, we all know it,” Aviva said, unconcerned.

“I guess,” Namjoon agreed reluctantly. “But I didn’t think Jin-hyung was the type to go for just looks.” He looked worriedly at Aviva again.

“It’s fine. I love her, including her personality, but I know she scares a lot of people,” Aviva said. Jungkook grimaced.

“She is a little scary.”

“Some people are into that,” Yoongi pointed out.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Jin-hyung is like that? Really?”

“We don’t know that,” Namjoon said, waving his hand. “And I never said I was scared of her.” Everyone looked at him in disbelief. “Okay, maybe I am a little scared of her…” Yoongi patted him on the shoulder.

“It takes a brave man to admit his fear,” he said. Namjoon smiled at him. “Which means Kookie is braver than you.” Namjoon frowned. Jungkook laughed. “Anyway, can we stop talking about this and get back to your video? I’m bored.”

As far as any of them could tell, Jin had survived the photo shoot. He was very quiet when he got back, but definitely more relaxed.

“These are actually great,” Namjoon admitted reluctantly, clicking through the photos of Jin on the studio desktop.

“Right?” Tae agreed. “The lighting and composition are gorgeous.”

“And the way she directs your eye to all these little details you’d normally miss is so cool,” Jungkook commented.

“…Did you both take photography in school?” Namjoon wondered.

“A bit!” Tae said.

“No.” Jungkook shook his head. “Just a personal interest.”

“Ah, you guys are constantly impressing me,” Namjoon said, patting both their heads at the same time. Tae smiled. Jungkook blushed.

“Okay,” Aviva said, walking into the room. “I got Jin-oppa to eat something and then sent him to bed.”

“Eat what?” Tae wondered.

“I picked fried chicken up as a treat,” Avi told them. “It’s in my office.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? It’s all gonna be gone.” He and Taehyung sped out of the room, though Namjoon stayed in his seat, frowning. Aviva sat next to him in Jungkook’s abandoned chair.

“Are you sure he’s alright?” Namjoon asked her.

Aviva nodded. “It’s just the Soonyoung after affect. I have seen it in many of her… um, objects of affections, over the years, even suffered it myself a couple of times.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm. She pays so much attention to you, it gets overwhelming,” Aviva explained. “It feels like she’s breaking you down and building you back up again stronger. She probably would’ve been a good manager… but she’s always been more interested in the technical side of things. She picked a broken old PS3 up off the street the other day and fixed it.” Namjoon made an impressed noise. “Don’t tell the boys, I don’t want them showing up at my apartment to play it at weird hours.”

“Got it,” he said.

That night, Aviva stayed in the studio to watch the vlogs on the desktop. Guilt stabbed at her chest when she saw Tae’s video in the queue. She should’ve told him what was said in that marketing meeting as soon as she saw him, but she knew it would hurt him. She was hoping to fight it somehow. Maybe if he’d made a really cute video it would convince the marketing team to retract their decision?

She clicked play, watching Tae excitedly brag about all the business cards various talent agencies had given him. There were some big names in there. Aviva leaned back in the chair, trying to untangle her feelings—the ones that came to the top were pride and possessiveness. She was proud that others saw how brightly Tae could shine, but she wanted to be the one to show everyone that light. But wasn’t that selfish? If she really wanted him to reach his dreams, shouldn’t she encourage him to strive forward, even if that meant alongside someone else...?

She sat back up, watching the video as Tae happily told the camera that he was already taken, and started making the cards into paper cranes. She smiled slightly.

“Manager-noona!”

She jumped as she felt someone’s hands on her shoulders.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Nope.” He was grinning. “But the guys don’t fall for that anymore, so you’re my best target!” She glared at him. He poked her cheek and cooed. “Even your glare is adorable!” She sighed, running her hand through her hair. She stared up at him, wondering how to break the news. He bit his lip, his playful expression turning into something she couldn’t read. “Ah, manager, why are you looking at me like that? That’s no fair!”

“Did you get taller?” She wondered absentmindedly, thinking she was having to crane her neck more than usual to look at him.

“Did I?” He wondered. “Stand up.” He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet. Then he measured the distance from his head to hers and nodded thoughtfully. “The height gap has changed. It appears you’re correct, I am taller.” He smiled. “You’re so tiny, manager!”

“I’m really not...” Aviva automatically hugged her arms over her stomach.

“Well, maybe not all parts of you are small...” Tae glanced briefly at her chest and then blushed, moving his gaze to the ceiling. “But they are parts of you, and together they make up someone beautiful.” He booped her on the nose. “And cute.”

“I don’t agree, but thank you for the compliment,” she said stiffly.

Taehyung frowned. “I don’t do empty compliments.”

“I know. I have told you I admire your sincerity, Taehyungie.”

“Hmmm. You know, Jiminie doesn’t think he’s cute sometimes too, which is ridiculous, because he always is!” He tilted his head. “And I know I’m good looking, but sometimes people call me beautiful, like a few of those agents giving me business cards...” He pointed to himself on the screen. “And I’m not so sure how I feel about that.”

“Do you not want to be called beautiful?” Aviva wondered.

“I don’t know. Do you think I am?”

“Yes,” she said honestly.

He smiled. “Well, that makes me feel good, even if I’m not sure that’s exactly how I see myself... because you don’t give empty compliments either. Isn’t it amazing, noona, that no one sees things the same? You see me differently than I see myself when I look in the mirror. It’s like a painting, or a poem—we’re all art up to each other’s interpretation. I want to know more about how you see me, and I want to tell you more about how I see you.”

Aviva stared at him for a moment and then shook her head. “Tae, you are special, I’m sorry I can’t put it into such pretty, cheesy words as you do. There’s something else I have to tell you, and I don’t know where to start…”

“Would this help?” He held a crane out to her, which was made out of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. She swallowed. “I want to make a set of one hundred, but I want you to have the first one.”

“Are you planning on getting a hundred more offers?” Aviva wondered.

“Eh, maybe, if people keep calling me pretty,” he joked. He pointed at the video. “Will you post my video first?”

“I... I can’t,” she told him apologetically.

His brow furrowed. “Why not?”

She took a deep breath. “There was a marketing meeting earlier and they said, well, they want you to be a secret member.”

“Secret member?” He repeated.

“They don’t want to announce you until later. They know you’ll do well with the intended demographic and they’re hoping you’ll have even more of an impact if you come as a surprise,” she explained.

“I see...” He said slowly.

“So I’m not allowed to post any images of you online, but... I can fight it, if you want me to, Tae.”

He blinked at her. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re just as important a member of this group as any of the others, and I don’t want you to feel left out,” she said.

He smiled, a little sadly. “Thank you for offering, but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your sunbaenims.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll make it through.”

Instead of Tae’s video, Aviva launched the official Bangtan Youtube account with Namjoon’s ‘get out there and vote!’ rap as the first post.

The next day she launched their twitter page after talking to them about what kind of message they wanted to open with:

'What’s up! This is BTS. We’re finally officially opening our BTS Twitter~ *Clap Clap Clap* We will upload more weird and fun things that one could have only imagined about before our debut…’

Next was Soundcloud, which she opened with a solo song adaptations by Rap Monster and Suga.

To wrap up the year, all of the boys recorded a Christmas diss track together (except for Hoseok who was visiting family for the holidays). They called out themselves, Big Hit, Bang-PD, even Aviva.

“When do I ever sleep?” She wondered, glancing over the lyrics as they gathered in the studio.

“Well, we told you it was a diss track,” Namjoon said slowly.

“Besides, blame Jungkookie,” Jimin said. “He wrote that part.” Jungkook and Aviva squinted at each other.

“You need to sleep more,” he told her pointedly.

“That’s not what you make it sound like!” She argued. “You make it sound like I’m at home sleeping while you work to death!”

“Aish, just post the video already before we all grow old and die,” Yoongi groaned.

Although only Jin and Rap Monster were featured in the Youtube video Aviva and Yoongi did the editing for, Tae was still excited to hear his voice in the background. Aviva returned his warm hug and tried not to think too much about the glow of pride for the first posts wearing off and leaving them only with the strain of hard work.

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