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venusxsturnio · 27 days

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FIGHTING TEMPTATIONS

PAIRINGღ chris x christian!fem!reader

SUMMARYღ what happens when a super horny, but holy, y/n's dreams of having sex with her boyfriend and gives into the temptation?

FROM VENUSღ hi guys! wassup, how are we ding this morning? good. well I'M NOT! THEY TOOK AWAY THE BOOPS! i'm so sorry for that, anyways.....lmk what y'all think. ✿ btw this was a request. lowkey i don't even know how a relationship with a christian even works...so lmk if i got sumthin wrong, but remember my requests are always open! and remember i love criticism. :)

WARNINGSღfluff...christianity...cussing...SMUT(i don't know what i'm doing)

not proofread!

Y/N POV

i was on chris's lap. we were on the edge of the bed. he was so smooth. his soft lips sucking the skin on my neck. i let out a soft moan, as he hit my sweet spot. instinctively my hips started to grind, on his clothed hard-on.

i gasped as i was awoken by chris shaking me. i started blushing. "What's wrong baby?" chris said with tired eyes. "Nothing..." i said slightly disappointed, as i wanted for that dream to become real so bad, but i knew the rules. And i had to obey them. "Come on let's get ready." i told chris. but he looked at me with confusion. i returned the expression. "You didn't forget did you?" i asked. he scoffed, playing it off as if he didn't. but i knew he did. "No..." i rolled my eyes playfully as i got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah...whatever you say..." i did my morning routine.

then moved onto my facial. next i started taking my clothes off. i grabbed my outfit and put it on. i walked out of the bathroom to a fully dressed chris. da- oops. lord forgive me. phew, i'm sorry but that is one good looking man. and him. in that suit. "Babe." i said biting my lip. i thought back to that dream from earlier, it's like i could feel the presence of his lips on my skin, even when they weren't. "Yes..." he said dragging his words a bit. "Nothing. Come on." we finished getting the last of our things as we left the house. we got into the car. chris started the car and we slowly pulled out of the driveway.

NARRATION

as y/n sat beside chris in the car, he reaches his hand over and caresses your thigh on their way to church, the atmosphere was serene and silent, the hum of the engine being the only sound filling the space between them. yet, despite the tranquility of the moment, y/ns mind was anything but calm.

with every passing mile, thoughts of chris flooded her mind, each glance stealing her breath away. the gentle curve of chris's jawline, the way his eyes sparkled in the morning light, it was all y/n could think about. as they sat in silence, y/n couldn't help but wonder, what if the dream became real? The anticipation of the church service ahead was overshadowed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling within y/n, leaving them lost in a reverie of longing and uncertainty.

y/n and chris arrived at the church, the service was already underway. despite the familiar hymns and reverent atmosphere, y/n found it impossible to focus on anything but chris. his presence seemed to fill the entire space, eclipsing everything else. thoughts of him consumed her mind, drowning out the prayers and sermons echoing through the sanctuary.

she couldn't shake the memory of the dream she had about him last night, the vivid images lingering in her consciousness. In the midst of the sacred surroundings, y/n was lost in a whirlwind of longing and desire, unable to tear her gaze away from chris, who sat beside her, oblivious to the storm raging within her soul.

as the service concluded, y/n and chris said their goodbyes and exited the church, they entered the car and pulled off. the weight of unspoken emotions lingering between them. chris's concern was palpable as they settled into the car, his inquiry about her well-being met with a deflective response from y/n. with each passing mile on the journey home, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating y/n with the weight of her unspoken desires.

they finally reached their destination. home. y/ns sudden desires had a hold on her. a strong one, one that she couldn't let go of. they exited their car and made their way into the house. walking upstairs to their room. they changed out of their clothes, getting ready to take showers. once done they both sat on the bed. y/n reading a book, and chris scrolling on his phone.

finally, unable to resist any longer, y/n threw caution to the wind, ignoring all rules as she made a bold move on chris. in a moment of recklessness and raw passion, she leaned in, capturing his lips with her own, finally surrendering to the overwhelming pull she felt towards him. she threw her book somewhere in the room, as she straddled on top of chris.

Y/N POV

chris pulled away slowly. "Babe...what the hell. I thought you couldn't do that stuff." chris said a confused expression coming across his face. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. I had a dream last night and ever since, I can't get you out of my head." i said looking down at my hands, fidgeting with them. i felt chris's hand taking place on my chin, as he slowly lifted it up, so that our eyes met each others gaze.

i closed the gap between us connecting our lips. i felt heat go to an area i've never felt before.

NARRATION

chris trails his palms up your thighs slowly, approaching your waist and giving it a tight squeeze. before moving his hands any further down your body, he gave you a look, as if he was asking for permission. you gave him a slight nod, before he jumped back into the kiss.

chris found his way from your lips to your cheek. his lips leaving a trail of red marks along your skin. you let out a soft moan, which caused him to lead his fingers down to your heat. you let out another moan, but it was louder this time. he slid his hands into your shorts, then he pushes your underwear to the side, as he flicks his thumb over your clit just to hear the loud yelp you make. "Chris!" you scream, you could feel his smirk against your skin.

he moved his way to your revealed chest area. he continued to play with your clit as he sucked on the top area of your breast. his eyes shot up, he gave you a deadly stare as you threw your head back. you bit your lips to hold back the sounds you were making. "Open up baby. I wanna hear those pretty moans." chris said as he ripped your top that you had on, to reveal your perky breasts, which caused you to gasp. "Damn." chris said holding back a chuckle. chris leaned down, as he started licking your nipple.

"Please Chris.." you whined. you needed him so badly. "All this begging…" he trails his open hand over your nipple, and started flicking and messaging it, "for me?" You nod frantically, causing your head to lift up, making you meet eyes with chris. you head fell back again as his lips met your breasts once more.

"Yes...Chris...please...just fuck me already!" you shout, in need of chris. you wanted him. you needed him. you picked your head up and looked at him. finally giving you a sense of relief, chris slides his two long, meaty fingers through your folds. they slipped in so smoothly, your slick, substituting as lubricant.

your back arched as you let out a moan so loud it filled the whole house. you were experiencing something you never have before. and it felt good. your hips started to grind in sync with his fingers, as they curled inside of you. chris breathes, placing one palm on the side of your ass.

you focus on the smooth sensation of chris's fingers on the throbbing of your heat. when chris slows the pace of his fingers inside of you, the disappointment in your face shows. "Don't worry baby...I got you." chris exits his fingers and pulls your shorts and underwear down in one smooth and swift motion. then he slips his own sweats and boxers off the same way he did yours.

you watch in awe as his long, and hard dick flings out, hitting his stomach. he pumps himself a few times before finally slips himself into you it’s with ease. he stares at your body once it’s in. he hooks his fingers on your bra clasp and looks up at you for approval. “can i?” you nod, he removes your bra, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he cups your boobs almost immediately and starts flicking your nipples again. you moan softly as he places one of your nipples into his mouth. the other being caressed by his hand. his tongue flicks around with your nipple as he sucks on it. this results in you moaning loudly.

chris pushes himself into at an even faster pace now. you whine loudly. “c- close.” he smirks, “yea? you close? cum on my dick.” you feel an unfamiliar knot in you stomach and start moaning louder. you yell out, “holy shit...i- im gonna cum!” he covers your mouth and shakes his head. "hold it, don’t cum without me.”

you scream from the insane amount of pleasure going through you and cum all over his cock. he follows shortly behind you, pulling out and shoots his sticky liquid all over your stomach. he plops down beside you, breathing slowly but heavily.

he slowly leans over and kisses your forehead. he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom. he comes out with a warm wet cloth, and walks over to you and proceeds to clean you off then himself. he walks over to your closet to get you both a new pair of clothes.

you both put on your clothes and sit back on the bed cuddling. you look up at him with sad eyes. "What's wrong baby?" chris said, his voice filled with sympathy. "I-it's just that...i feel bad.." you said putting your head down, playing with your hands. chris lifted his hand to your chin, and lifted it up to meet your eyes gaze. "About what?" chris said. you could see it in his eyes, that they were filled with love.

"I feel bad...because, we weren't supposed to do this." you said trying to hold back the tears that were forming in your eyes. "But baby...you couldn't help it." chris said moving his hand from your chin to your cheek, and slowly caressing it. "Yea... But, biblically were not suppose to do it until were married." you said your voice being filled with guilt, as the actions you just acted felt like a weight on your shoulders.

chris cupped your face with both of his hands and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the forehead. he parted from your face and looked at you in the eyes. "Listen baby...even if what you did was wrong, I'm sure God still sees you as the perfect child in his eyes." chris said giving you a small smile of reassurance. you returned the smile. you leaned into his body as you two laid there and cuddled for the rest of the day.

FROM VENUSღ hey guyssss! how was it?!? did i do good? pls don't hate me if some of you don't agree with this choice!! don't forget requests/dm's are open :)

credits: @slut4chriss

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mlm-writer · 4 months

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Synonyms for Penis (Shrek x Deadpool)

Pairing: Shrek x Wade Wilson aka Deadpool Rating: Explicit Words: 1361 POV: Third Summary: The Big Tober Day 28 - Annual Shrek fic Note: DID NOT EVEN PROOFREAD THIS BECAUSE I DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS AFTER WRITING IT (Pic credit I am so glad someone else had the same idea) Tags: Shrek's [insert synonym for big] [insert synonym for penis], satire (or is it), 4th wall breaks, there is a little angst at the beginning for some reason, belly bulge, manhandling, unprotected sex, he growls uwu and cumflation

“Don’t you think it is… odd?” Shrek questioned as Wade pushed him into the armchair. The light from the fireplace made the merch seem like just a silhouette as the red-clad fool made himself at home in the ogre’s lap.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Wade cooed, before grinding all over his green companion. “Why would anyone want this? Who wants Shrek smut and who would ship a sexy, sturdy man with a green daddy? Well, let me tell you, papi, sometimes it is irony that drives the mind, but there is no telling when irony becomes something more.” Shrek had no fucking clue what Wade was on about. His facial expression said it all, but as per usual, Wade paid it no mind.

Wade nuzzled Shrek's muscular neck. Shrek could feel the rough material of the mask against his sensitive skin. This was not their first time, but Shrek also felt like they had not swapped enough bodily fluids that it was his place to question the mask. He had seen every other part of his friend and he thought it was safe to assume the scarring extended to the human's face. “Hey my honeydew melon, stay focused.” Shrek blinked and hummed, mentally pulled away from the questions that plagued his mind. “I know that look my delicious lime.”

Wade booped Shrek's nose. The ogre looked up at the human in his lap with his big, chocolate brown orbs. “You do?” The merc couldn't help but think that the man whom people referred to as a monster looked nothing but cute. Unfortunately, he knew that look too well. Shrek wanted more. Not in the sense of a relationship - or maybe he did what did Wade know anyway - but something that felt much more intimate. If Wade thought about it for more than a second, there was no reason to assume Shrek would be repulsed by his face. However, Wade had never had a single thought in his life.

Wade reached behind him to start unzipping his suit. Shrek immediately reached out to help. The ogre might be better at freeing Wade from the costume than Wade himself. Marred skin appeared from underneath red fabric. Wade had to stand up for a moment to remove his boots so he could get rid of the suit. “Another time, ok?” Shrek understood. The mask was the last line of defence, the barrier that held together the pieces that made up the merc with a mouth. The ogre gave a nod. Then the human was on his knees, helping him get rid of his pants. Wade was not even attempting to fully undress Shrek. As soon as the deep green, hefty pole was revealed, Wade had his tongue on it, lapping at the onion-flavoured precum staining the thick, mushroom-shaped tip. Shrek’s grip on the chair tightened, his mud brown eyes focused on the bit of skin that was revealed from Wade pulling his mask up just below the nose. He had seen that textured chin before; it drove him crazy.

The edge of the mask scraped along Shrek’s long dong as Wade ran his tongue over the entire 10 inches and counting. The ogre was not at full hardness yet, but with the way Wade’s scarred hands glided over his member slick with the merc’s saliva, it would not be long until Shrek was at his full 15 inches. Shrek rid himself of his shirt. His thick fingers fumbled with the laces on his clothes, but he managed. He couldn’t see Wade’s eyes, but he sure could feel them latching onto every sliver of exposed, chartreuse flesh.

The contrast of his dad bod against Wade’s toned form used to make the sensitive ogre self-conscious, but with his chest exposed, the human on his knees sounded downright pornographic. Wade had never been subtle about how horny he was whenever Shrek showed some skin. The human seemed to be impatient, forgoing the rest of his blowjob and making himself at home again in Shrek’s lap. Shrek put his huge hands onto Wade’s slim waist. “What are you doing?” He inquired in near panic, the idea of Wade taking him without any prep chilling him to the bone.

Wade reached behind him, holding Shrek’s long John in between his luscious cheeks. “Don’t you worry about a thing, daddy,” Wade cooed as he rose as high as he could to press the emerald tip against his puffy wet hole. Shrek tightened his grip onto Wade’s hips, firmly asking him to let him at least finger him a bit. Wade sighed as dramatically as it was loud. “Shrek, babes, it’s the 31st of December and this was supposed to happen on the 28th of October. You realise how overdue our fuckfest is and now you want to keep the writer from joining his family on the couch just for a little fingering scene? Fuck that, let’s get to the real deal; it’s overdue.”

Shrek had once again no fucking clue what Wade was on about, but he could not exactly protest. The head of his massive schlong slipped right into Wade’s tight hole. The green hunk let out an inhuman growl, perhaps because he was not a human. Wade rode the head with no problem as if he had been stretched already. However, Shrek had no memory of Wade ever having the time to sneak off without him to do that in the past hours they spent together. “How?” he grunted out in the split second of clarity he had to speak. Right after that single syllable left his exquisite lips, he could not say anything, only moan in ecstacy.

“Fanfic logic, baby,” Wade replied with a shit-eating grin, before pushing himself down onto Shrek’s enormous plonker. He was barely halfway and he already felt like that green baguette was about to exit through his throat on the other side. He rose up a little, trying to coax his body into taking more, but it wouldn’t give.

“Where is your fanfuck or whatever logic now?” Shrek growled impatiently. Wade huffed and prepared to give it another shot, but Shrek gripped him firmly and lifted him all the way off his piss weasle. “Since you’re so eager to get speared through like a shish kebab, let me help you.” Shrek stood up, kicked his shoes and pants off and manhandled Wade face down ass up onto the cold floor of his swamp estate. He grabbed Wade’s back melons, spreading them wide. The merc’s hole was gaping wide, but they both knew Wade could do better. He guided his pickle back into the winking shithole in front of him.

The angle was better, but now Shrek could also use his own strength to shove his colossal meat stick inside his human fuckdoll. Wade gasped as more and more green sausage was forced inside him. Just when he thought he had it all, he didn’t feel hefty balls pressing against his backside. It was never-ending, exquisite torture. Shrek seemed to not care about Wade’s pleasure at all, a single focus on making the shreksiest merc ever envelop his entire spawn hammer.

And when he did, both men were delirious with gratification. Wade collapsed, unable to keep his body up, but fortunately Shrek had him. The ogre moved his hands to get a better grip, only to feel the clear outline of his immense piston through the sweat-slicked skin of his personal whore. His last grip on humanity left him, hips rapidly moving on their own to feel that outline move with it. He didn’t know how long he was railing Wade when he felt semen cover the hand feeling up the outline of his love rod. He didn’t know how long he kept going after that like an animal.

“Just fucking cum already! We’re running out of synonyms for penis over here, unless you want the writer to start using things like baloney pony,” Wade wailed. It was shortly after - for my own sanity - that the outline of Shrek’s flesh flute became less and less obvious, Wade’s belly expanding due to the copious, excessive load being dumped inconceivably deep inside his guts.

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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When Mommy's Resting

Diluc x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Mommy Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Sub Diluc, Dom Mommy Reader, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving)

Summary: To most people, Diluc was a man of mystery, a strong, rich and handsome business man who seems to always be stoic, but within the space of your own home, he is just sensitive baby who likes getting you to ride his dick. He was obedient, until of course he was put under the influence of the Cavalry Captain.

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Diluc was done for the night, he sighed, it was a long day bartending at the tavern, he can't wait to just go home to you and cuddle up to mommy.

As he was cleaning up, he thought if you were still awake at this hour. 'Probably not, she did tell me that she has a lot of things to do with Cyrus and the others in the Adventurer's Guild, she must be tired.'

As he was wiping down the counter, he heard the door of the tavern open and close, and an unwanted guest stood right in front of him. The Cavalry Captain, Kaeya, who seems to wear a smirk quite different from his usual grin.

"Diluc, good you're still here." The blue haired man walked up to him, arms crossed with mischief painted on his feature.

"We're closed, better get going, Sir Kaeya." Diluc said with a rather tensed and irritated voice. But that only seemed to amuse the knight.

"Ohh, I see." The blue haired man still sat on a stool in front of his brother though. "Eager to see your Mommy back at the Dawn Winery?" Diluc froze up, looking at the former with a shocked expression that seemed to irk him even more.

"I d-don't know what you're talking about." Diluc stuttered, turning away from his brother and pretended to clean up the other parts of the counter.

The Cavalry Captain chuckled, "She told me." 'No, she wouldn't, my Y/N would never.' "Told me about what goes around you guys, pretty interesting. It makes me quite jealous, my flings aren't usually comfortable with that kind of relationship." He continued and Diluc's clenched his hand in frustration. You did tell him! And now that one eyed punk is gonna try to gt you from him.

He looked back at the smirking man and glared. "Don't get any ideas, bastard." He'll never let anyone steal you from him.

"Relax, brother. Although I am quite interested in that kind of relationship, I'm quite sure she doesn't like anyone but you." Kaeya laughed, "However, she did tell me another thing. You're a bit too obedient aren't you?" Diluc felt uncomfortable, sure when you tell him that he's a good boy, kiss his forehead and pat his head while you ride him, he feels so good about himself, other people telling him just makes him uneasy.

"This is between me and her, it's non of your business, Kaeya." He said in a serious tone. "I'd rather not talk about this." Diluc straightened up, finished up cleaning and walked away from his brother.

As he was about to leave though, the knight stopped him. "Don't you want to contribute more on that relationship, she seems to be the only one putting in actual effort." Kaeya stated to him. He smiled when Diluc stopped and sighed.

"Alright, what do you have in mind?"

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He can't believe it, why is he doing this?

Did you think he was boring? Maybe you complained to Kaeya about him and his brother is just giving him a boost.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Well, anyway, as he watched your sleeping figure, Diluc smiled a bit, you look so beautiful, like an angel, and now he's supposed to take you this way.

Being honest to himself, he is so excited! You two have always been so comfortable around each other, to the pint where he basically knows that you won't mind what he's doing right now, taking of your garments that didn't even cover much in the first place.

He loves seeing your naked body, you perfect boobs that he loves to suck on when you shove his face onto your chest, your skin with a few stretch marks that only he's been able to see, your plump thighs that you squeeze around his head whenever you order him to eat you out, and then, your pretty little cunt, just made for him and his cock, the juices you make are like a sweet tasty treat just for him.

Diluc can't wait to taste it again.

Gently spreading you're legs apart, he was met by your slightly wet pussy, he can practically feel his mouth watering with hunger for you. Diluc tested the waters buy liking your clit with the tip of his tongue, you didn't move. He felt his heartbeat increasing by the second. He was still afraid to wake you up, deep down, he wants to keep his title as your good boy despite him defiling you right now.

'Fuck it.' And he just shoves his face between your legs, lapping your juices and sucking on your clit. He can hear you let out a few whimpers, Diluc's never heard that before! Usually you're the one that always makes him moan and scream, this time he can actually hear you make lewd sounds! And boy does he love it, the noises you make irks him on even more.

He sucked even harder on your clit and that's when you let out a moan that just straight up went to his cock.

"D-Diluc?" He looked up and there you were, with tired eyes that looked so so cute. But he didn't stop sucking though and you kept moaning. "Ughh, baby.... Mhhhm, baby, what are you- Ohhh!" His tongue grazed your hole, which made you jump. And now you're holding his head and shoving it down even more, as you grind your cunt on his face. "Ohhh, that feels so good, Luc." You moaned out.

Diluc loves it, the way you just grind on him mouth, loves how much juices your giving him. He just really loves you.

And you came hard on his mouth, which he of course as a good boy, swallowed.

Your head fell back onto the bed. Tired from your post orgasm. You felt your Diluc suck a few more times to clean up your cunt before slipping beside you.

You rised up and open your arms for him, and he gladly welcomed himself into your warmth, laying his head between your boobies.

"What was that for, love?" You asked him. He felt his heart clench. Did you not like it? And now he's gonna lose his good boy privileges.

"You didn't feel good, Mommy?" He asked with a broken tone, looking up at you to see that you're already staring at him.

"Of course I did, silly!" You laughed a little, "I think I was just surprised, my baby boy, doing something so naughty." You booped his nose as he smiled a little.

When you told Kaeya about Diluc and your kinks and stuff, you knew he was gonna go to Diluc to embarrass and probably suggest something to him. But you never expected Kaeya to tell Diluc to eat you out in your sleep!

You did purposely do that so Diluc would have motivation for a little spice. And you got it, and boy did it feel amazing.

"But was I good?"

"You always are, baby."

With that, he nuzzled his face at your chest lovingly.

"But..."

His ears perked up. "It's not fair that Mommy's the only one to cum right?" You asked teasingly.

And then he felt it, the painfully hard cock still confined within his pants. You start to rub it with your leg.

You are gonna give him a lot tonight.

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"Ahhh... Mommy, please.... ughh." You stroked his messy red hair as you savagely went up and down on his cock, squeezing it so good with your delicious pussy walls.

And he let out a low grunt as he came once again, he's so tired from cumming so many times inside you already. But just looking at your face and down to where you two connect makes him hard all over again. It just feels too good to stop.

"That's right." You roll your hips around before slamming back down to take all of him. "Moan for me, baby. Tell Mommy what you want." You grabbed his hands and guide them to cup and fondle your boobs as you ride him.

He came so many times that there's only a little bit coming out when he hits his peak.

"P-please, make me cum inside you again." He said while holding back a few moans.

He lets out a growl after he came out for the last time and you felt his seed pour into your cunt that's already full of his cum.

Getting up from his dick, his and your cum starts to drip down your thighs.

You sat down between his legs and spread you thighs to show him your pussy stuffed full of your shared cum. "Oh, baby. Look at that, you came so much, huh?" You giggled as it dripped out of you.

"M-Mommy, please keep it inside." He whispered in a low voice, making you smile even more. Exhaustion was shown all over his features. You knew that he did feel better if you keep all his cum inside you every time you make him cum so many times.

You giggled again, "Alright, baby. Go to sleep, maybe we'll do this again tomorrow morning." He nodded before closing his eyes.

But before you can even lay next to him, his eyes opened up immediately.

"Why did you tell Kaeya?"

Oh, right. Hehe.

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

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honeytae · 4 years

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Hi Kenna. Just wanted to say that you know the ask you sent me this morning? The one about Guk tying his hair back to go down on you? You remember?? Anyways, wouldn’t be opposed to you writing that. Just saying. Ok love you bye

You’re evil, you know that?

hey liv, i briefly remember ;) this is exactly that and uh..it’s absolute filth. i hope this allows you to live out your jungkook fantasies to the fullest, my favorite thot <3

p.s. this is a rare multi-upload week because liv is the actual shit coupled with me having zero self control after the black swan performance on jimmy fallon. jungkook what the FUCK

genre: smut

warnings: oral sex, jungkook with a bun in the least innocent of situations

word count: 2.1k

You whined in protest at the obnoxious nudging at the tip of your nose, Jungkook repeating little animated noises as he booped your nose over and over again with his pointer finger.

You had been sleeping peacefully until he shifted from your nightly spooning position and started his poking, waiting for you to wake up as he continued his actions.

Without opening your eyelids, you could tell that the sun hadn’t risen yet. The room was pitch black and your eyes refused to open in the signature way they did when you had gotten a less than average night of sleep. Why the hell was he up?

“Go to sleep, Kook.” You turned your face away from him with a grunt, Jungkook taking the initiative of crawling over your body to straddle your hips and hover over your torso.

“I can’t go to sleep, I have practice in an hour.” He mocked your words with an exaggerated high pitched voice, earning a light shove to the shoulder from you as he chuckled at your morning grouchiness. You had never been a morning person, that’s for sure.

“Then go get ready.” You said, words muffled into the pillow underneath your head as you screwed your eyes shut in a last attempt to get back to your slumber.

“Ouch. That one hurt.” He said in feigned offense, smiling down at you with a bratty grin as you turned your head and looked up at him with squinted eyes.

“Come here.” You gripped at his biceps, pulling him down to fall on top of you. Jungkook giggled as he landed on his elbows, holding himself up over your chest.

“Good morning.” He said cheerfully, making you smile despite being upset with him for waking you. The man was so adorable, you truly couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Even if he did interrupt your precious sleep.

“What’d you wake me up for, anyway?” You asked, looping your arms around his neck as he looked down at you, his eyes dragging from your lips up to your eyes as you raised your brows in curiosity.

“I was bored.” He mumbled, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. He made a small noise of complaint as you lightly bit down on the tip of his finger, his hand moving to cup your jaw and support your chin with his thumb.

“Hm, and what am I supposed to do about that?” You asked in an overly seductive tone, your boyfriend laughing as he leaned his forehead down onto yours.

He let out a sigh of relief as you tipped your chin up to connect your lips, melting under his touch as his tongue quickly slipped into your mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds of your melding lips and labored breathing in place of the snores that were occupying it only minutes before.

Jungkook hummed in appreciation as your hands trailed down his bare chest, tracing over the grooves of his toned abdomen with your fingers and settling on the soft skin of his stomach above the waistband of his sweatpants.

The slow and lazy actions of your half asleep bodies soon became more desperate as he shifted onto his knees, lifting the hem of your shirt with his hand and reluctantly detaching himself from you to pull it over your head.

You hummed as Jungkook leaned down to kiss your neck, the man chuckling at the stuttered breath you inhaled when he began trailing his lips down your throat. The soft skin of his lips swept over your collarbone to the swell of your breast, a sigh falling from your lips as his palm squeezed the tissue. His opposite hand was occupied with the other, swiping the pad of his thumb against your hardening nipple, smiling when you arched your back, a needy attempt to get his mouth on you.

He gave in easily, his own resolve was crumbling as his lips closed around your nipple and sucked on it harshly, his tongue flattening against it as your hands buried themselves in his hair. You cried out as he took your pebbled nipple between his teeth, your fingers tugging at the strands and eliciting a throaty groan from him at the delicious sting on his scalp.

He popped off your chest with swollen lips, resting his cheek on the area he’d just been paying so much attention to as he relished in the feeling of you brushing your fingers through his hair.

“I love your boobs.” He suddenly mumbled against the soft skin of your breast tissue, kissing it with a small smile as he heard you chuckling above him. He raised his head from your chest, eyebrow quirked in curiosity of what you could be laughing at.

“What? I do.” He reaffirmed, laughing when he heard a snort escape your nose.

“You’re just so charming.” You giggled at his middle school-like comment, Jungkook shaking his head with a grin as he shifted his body down your torso.

The appearance of the sun’s rays streaming into the room completely went over your head as you felt him move down your body, tugging your sleep shorts and your underwear down your thighs as you lifted your hips from the mattress to aid him. You watched as he stood from the bed, hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you to the edge of the mattress.

He laughed at the squeal you let out at the unexpected action, kneeling down on the carpet and placing your calves over his shoulders. He positioned his face between your knees, kissing the skin and trailing his lips up your thigh.

You shivered as his hot breath hit your center, gripping the sheets in preparation of the man’s actions. Exhaling at the feeling of his fingertip circling around your clit, you shifted your hips to just get him to do something.

You let out a relieved moan as his finger finally made contact with the sensitive bud, rubbing in figure eights as you sighed, your head rolling to the side in euphoria. His motions quickened at your sounds, encouraged by the way your legs closed around his head.

Jungkook wordlessly gripped your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him and tapping the tops of your thighs with his thumbs to communicate that he wanted you to spread them wider. He quickly settled more in between them, face buried in your most intimate area, a choked gasp escaping you at the vibration against your clit as he hummed in approval at the new position.

You cried out as his tongue flicked at your clit, his lips sucking at the bud and making your fingers tighten around the sheets. You sat up onto your elbows to catch a glimpse of him, his eyes already focused on your crumpled face as he pointed his tongue, circling your sensitive bud as you called out his name.

“Fuck, baby.” You breathed out as his tongue continuously flicked the nub, sending fire through your veins as more arousal dripped out from your entrance.

You whined as he pulled away, Jungkook chuckling as he looked up at you. You watched in the dim light of your bedroom as he swiped his hair back from his forehead, gathering it in what you would call an adorable bun if it weren’t for the situation it was being used in.

You gawked at his shirtless form as he reached his arms up to station it with the hair tie you’d given him last night, the hairstyle recently becoming a go-to for him since he’d gotten his hair permed.

He knew what it did to you, and he was fully using it against you right now as his biceps bulged with the strength he used to hold it on the top of his head. The proud smirk on his face as he watched you ogle him made you scoff, letting him know that you were fully aware of him messing with you.

Before you could make a smart remark, you were immediately shut up again as his hands left his hair and his thumb was back at your clit, pushing two fingers into you and curving them up to hit your walls, giving you exactly what you wanted as he began to thrust them repeatedly.

You felt the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach steadily, nearly crying when he removed his fingers from you once he felt the tightening of your muscles around them. You weren’t complaining for long, though; almost immediately he had his head back between your legs, his fingers spreading your folds open as his mouth went back to focus solely on your clit.

You let out a shuddered breath as he popped his lips off of you, pointing his tongue out to lick down your folds, circling your entrance before dipping it inside.

“Fuck!” You shouted at the action, Jungkook repeating it to get the same reaction out of you until you were lightly grinding onto his face, him welcoming the move by gripping your thighs and guiding your hips into his mouth.

It was then that you felt the bottom of your abdomen begin to tighten again, calling his name out in warning as he continued to let you thrust into him, seeing stars as the tip of his nose continuously nudged at your clit.

Jungkook moaned against you as he squeezed your thighs in encouragement, feeling your thigh muscles latched around his neck tighten as you let go. You felt the band at the bottom of your stomach snap as you hit your high, Jungkook lapping up everything you gave him with a satisfied hum.

You cried out at the overstimulation, stopping your hips actions and sitting up to shove at his shoulders, pushing him back from his spot between your legs.

“Christ, are you trying to kill a woman?” You asked, breathing heavy as you tried to clear your head from your post-orgasm bliss.

Before Jungkook could retort, his phone’s blaring ringtone filled the room, causing both of you to groan as you began to look for it in the dark. Both of you frantically skimmed the sheets on the bed with your hands, coming up with nothing as the phone continued to ring.

“Where the fuck is it?” He whined, his hands dragging over the surface of his night side table before finally finding the buzzing device on the farthest corner. With a sigh, he swiped his thumb against the screen, silencing the noise as he sat beside your body on the mattress.

You tried to stifle your giggle when he answered his phone with an irritated grunt instead of a traditional hello, hearing a muffled voice respond to him as he suddenly shot up off the bed.

You squinted as the lamp was suddenly turned on, the blinding light filling the previous semi-darkness of the bedroom as Jungkook hurried to his dresser, stubbing his toe against the wood furniture in the process.

“Ow! Fuck, no I’m fine, I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” He abruptly hung up the phone, tossing it to the edge of the bed as he slipped a black t-shirt over his head.

“You’re late?” You asked, getting a nod in reply from him as he quickly put his socks on.

“Hm. Whose fault is that?” You cocked your head teasingly, smirking when he squinted his eyes in a feigned glare at you.

“Yours. All yours.” He answered with a smile, disappearing momentarily to grab his shoes from the walk-in closet. He walked back out with them in hand, dropping them to the floor and kneeling to put them on.

You hummed in response, watching as he slid his sneakers onto his feet before heading back to your lying figure on the bed. He stood beside you and placed a hand on your bare shoulder, smiling at your swollen eyes and bedhead only worsened by your previous activities.

“You’re keeping your hair like that?” You nodded to his own unbrushed and messy hairstyle, looking up at him with raised brows as he shrugged down at you.

His bangs had fallen out of the hairstyle, his dark curly hair now laid over his forehead as the rest of his hair stayed in the remainder of the bun perched on the crown of his head.

“Yeah. Memories, you know?” He smirked, leaning down to give you a quick kiss, his teeth tugging lightly at your bottom lip before straightening himself back up innocently, turning from you to exit the bedroom.

“You’re evil, you know that?” You mumbled, hearing his laugh echo down the hallway in response, his voice shouting out a “Love you!” before the click of the front door closing behind him silenced the apartment.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Pinky promise

*gif by @marvelheroes*

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Note - Tis part of my donut series which is linked in masterlist. You can just read it for the smut tho, smut usually doesn’t have anything to do with plot🥴🥴

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - Steve yells at you but promises not do it again. But then he had to teach you a lesson too...

Warnings - 18+ONLY, smut(m/f), some assplay, spanking, daddy kink, brat tamer Steve, angst, references to stalking, more to come in future chapters.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 4.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

He traced the bridge of your nose with his finger, ever so lightly, his touch barely there so as not to wake you from your peaceful slumber. He smiled at the way you cutely scrunched up your nose when he withdrew his finger.

With your hand across his chest, both your legs over his thighs - you were pretty much sleeping on top of him - clinging to him like a koala. Not that he’d complain. He couldn’t be happier.

Most nights he can barely sleep for two hours, if that wasn’t interrupted by his consistent nightmares - but with you everything felt so serene. He hoped to make you feel the same way.

“No more kale,” you murmured in your sleep.

He frowned, what the hell were you dreaming about?

After your first time together he had given you a nice bath, washed your hair. His bathtub was too small to fit both of you so he simply helped wash you up and then help you into his t-shirt. He never knew he would find his clothes so sexy on you. He wondered how big the baths in the tower’s apartments were. Surely they could fit the both of you. Maybe then he could bathe with you and more...

That was maybe the only flaw you had. How insatiable you manage to make him without even trying. Lathering up your soft skin had done a number on him, especially when his hand drifted between your legs, cleaning you up thoroughly. You were pretty out of it to know what was going on.

Even now, he had woken up with an achingly hard erection. What with snuggling your plump ass that was persistent on grinding against his crotch, for some reason. He decided to ignore it - maybe take care of it later in the shower.

He needed to make you some breakfast first and get you replenished and strong. Then if you’re up for it, maybe he can have his fun.

After struggling to get out of your snuggly trap without waking you he made his way over to the kitchen. Beating up the batter for waffles, some fresh fruit, juice and a PB and J. He put all of it on a tray, wishing he had a rose or two to make it easy on the eyes, he made his way over to you.

Caressing your face, placing a few loud kisses on your cheek as you whined, “Wake up, darling,” he whispered against your skin.

“It’s Saturday,” you pushed him away, turning on your side and away from him.

“I know but I have to go to work. I’d like to spend some time with you, wouldn’t you? It’s your first time sleeping over I want us to have breakfast together,” he nuzzled the crook of your neck.

You kicked your blanket away, squinting your eyes to adjust to the bright light, “Okay,” you slurred, “but you should know I’m not a morning person.”

“Noted,” he smiled, hugging your back closer to him.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt it against your butt cheeks. There was no mistaking it, “Steve, are you... hard?” you asked in a low voice. You wiggled your butt so you could be sure - yup, that’s his monster cock awake again, alright.

He hummed, “It’s just what you do to me, princess.” He snaked a hand up, fondling your soft flesh of your breast with it. Squeezing your hard bud through his t-shirt.

“Does... it hurt? I know it’s a weird question but I’m just curious...” you trailed off.

“Sometimes it’s just annoying and sometimes it’s painful. Like right now,” he husked in your ear, holding onto your hip and rutting up in your ass. His palm making it’s way between your legs, tracing patterns on your inner thigh.

“Oh. Then maybe you should do something about it. I don’t want you be in pain,” you squirmed in his hold. You could still feel the ache of last night’s activities in your core but the idea of going at it again was just as appealing to you.

“Yeah? You want it?” he let his fingers dip in your folds, “You’re fucking drenched, princess,” he groaned.

You gasped. It’s not everyday you hear Captain America spouting such profanities.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to do a thing,” he promised, pushing you on your stomach he took his shirt off of you. Shoving a pillow under your hips to give him access and let you relax at the same time. “You were so good last night, doll. Can you be good now? For me?”

You nodded your head, your cheek pressed to the soft pillow. You didn’t really know what ‘being good' entailed. You did know that if he wanted to slap you and have you thank him for it, you’d probably do it. Really you would do anything to please him.

You jerked as you felt the tip of his tongue nudge at your entrance. Dipping inside your heat - so warm and velvety - and then pulling out to lick a stripe up your slit.

“You’ve got a nice ass, sweetheart, fits in my hand perfectly,” he praised, squeezing your ass and then kneeling behind you.

He touched the column of your spin, pressing on the middle of your back to arch you up to him, your wide hips and butt presented so perfectly to him. It was like a dream come true. There was no way he could resist.

Pulling your cheeks apart, he admired your holes, before prodding at your second hole and tracing it with his tongue.

You squealed at that. “St - Steve, what are you doing?” You looked at him over your shoulder.

“You don’t like it, doll?” he asked, licking at it again, “If you don’t just say so. I’ll stop.” he stated. Which wasn’t a lie, he probably should’ve asked you before doing it in the first place.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like it... it’s just so dirty but I think in a good way,” you shove your face back in your pillow.

He chuckled, maybe that was why he loved the idea of it so much as well. It was so debauched - something he only got to share with you. To the world he maybe pure and pious but he won’t hesitate to eat his girl’s ass any chance he gets.

“I know, doll. It’s like you stir up something dark in me,” he gritted, pressing his thumb inside your tight pluckered hole, “I knew the moment I met you, you were nothing but trouble,” He groaned when he felt you clenched around his thumb.

You jerked forward at the unusual fullness. Gasping incredulously, “Wh - I’m trouble?! You’re the one with your finger buried up my ass. But sure! I’m the one corrupting America’s son,” you yelped when you he delivered a harsh slap on your butt. “Jesus! Warn a girl!” you heaved as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. Being so exposed to him and letting him have his way with you - most of it liking it WAY more than you should have should make you feel at least a modicum of shame but it didn’t.

He shushed you, “Didn’t you promise to be good?”

“I promised no such thing!”

He shook his head, there was no point in making you behave, not that he truly wanted you to be good anyway. Pulling his thumb out of your ass, he slathered some lube on your slippery folds, massaging it on your bundle of nerves.

You whimpered into the pillow, “Do we even need it anymore?”

“Yes, we do,” he held your hips in a firm grip, lining himself up to your cunt, “You’re too small to take me without it,” he smirked as he pushed into your warm heat.

You would never understand how much he loved the fact that you were smaller than him. He could fight off anyone who dared to threaten you or hurt you, he had to bend a significant amount to kiss you, he could easily haul you up, manhandle you - do whatever he wants to you. Not that he’d ever take advantage of his strength - but these were some privileges he would never have without the serum.

He bend over you, his chest to your back, pulling you closer to him by circling a hand around your soft stomach. Driving his hips back before harshly snapping them forward. He nuzzled the crook of your neck, “How does that feel? Hm?” He set a fast pace, thrusting into you with much more vigor than the previous night. Something about doing it from behind made it all the more primal and needy.

“So good,” you choked. Your fingers digging into his forearms as you felt his tip hit your spongy spot, making your vision blurry and mind hazy.

He knelt above you again, so he could look at your ass. Jiggling from the force of his thrusts. His hand ached to spank it again - but he knew he shouldn’t. Not before talking to you about it. He compromised on fondling it with his palm as he felt you clench around his length.

“You close, doll?”

“Yeah,” you murmured as you felt the coil in your belly snap, your whole body going taut as pleasure took over you.

Your hips collapsed back on the bed - not really having enough energy to hold yourself up anymore.

He pulled out just when he was about to come, jerking his cock with his hand till spurts of his spend landed on your ass and back.

He used the shirt you were wearing to clean to you up, setting the tray of breakfast before you and giving your forehead a quick kiss.

You munched on a slice of apple, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles. causing him to raise his brow at you. “It’s just I’m completely naked -having breakfast in bed. Never imagined I’d get so lucky.” you gushed, making heart eyes at him.

“I’m the lucky one,” he smiled, booping your nose, “I have to get going though.”

“I thought you wanted to have breakfast together?” you pouted, hoping that would make him stay as he rummaged through his closet, setting his clothes out. Giving you a nice view of his bubble butt. It’s thicker than mine.

He looked at you over his shoulder, “I already had my breakfast, doll,” he winked.

Your jaw dropped as you closed your mouth and then opened it again, gaping like a goddamn fish as you tried to think of something to say.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, making his way to the shower, “I’m running late since you distracted me.”

“Sure I distracted you.” you rolled your eyes.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve greeted him, putting a hand over his shoulder to get his attention.

“What the fuck?” he helped, spilling his coffee all over his keyboard. He turned around in his chair, giving Steve a steely glare, “What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck. Sure ambushing Tony in his lab may not be his greatest idea but - “I need a favor.”

“It’s always about what people need from me,” the billionaire shook his head despondently, trying to clean his soiled workspace with some napkins, “Came to ask for sex tips, have you?”

“What?!” Steve blurted out, his eyes widening.

Did Natasha go around telling everyone about their private conversation? If so he’ll never hear the end of it. He was on the receiving end of almost all of Tony’s jabs. Why was he coming to him for such an important favor anyway...

“Too bad for you, I don’t give away my trade secrets.” He shrugged.

Steve rubbed a hand over his face, taking a deep breathe, he can do this, it’s for his girl.

“Fine, I’ll tell you some of them. A woman has eight erogenous zones - ”

Right, this was just Tony being Tony. Nat would never to that to him.

“Jesus, Tony! I don’t need sex advice from you!” He was well acquainted with your erogenous zones now, even though you’ve only been together a couple of times. He could make you come without even touching you.

“Really?” Tony raised a brow, eyeing him up and down, “It’s weird that you have a life outside of the Avengers in the first place.”

“Right. You probably think I go to sleep in the cap suit,” Steve retorted, his lips pressed in a flat line. To most people there was no distinction between cap and him.

“Actually, I did,” he grinned, “What did you want anyway?”

“Well... I need you to promise to keep this between us,” Even if he and Tony had somewhat of a ‘complicated’ friendship, there was no one he could trust with this,

He nodded, “Cross my heart,” doing so over his chest.

“Is there anyway you can hack into a CCTV camera?” Steve asked, giving him your address. There was only one outside of your building, it wasn't much but it was all he had to work with.

“Should be easy enough,” he said, hitting the keys of his keyboard, “Looks like their footage expires in a month or so.”

“That’s okay, I only need to see this past week,” he pulled up a chair, taking a seat beside him.

“Are we stalking Miss unicorn? Is she cheating on you?!” he gasped. “If you get cheated on then the rest of us don’t have any hope.”

“No... she thinks she’s being stalked. And I believe her.”

“She’s awfully lucky to have an Avenger for a boyfriend then.... are you sure you want to go through over two hundred hours of it? Just get an intern to do it,” he pressed play, fast forwarding it over four times.

“I can’t trust anyone else with this. Besides I’ll know what to look for,” The serum also gifted him keen eyes. Even if the the footage was blurry and pixelated he could figure out a lot by just looking at body language and such. “You don’t have to watch it with me.”

“Oh no, don’t worry, I have nothing else to do,” he drawled, “JARVIS, cancel all my appointments. We’re stalking Steve’s girlfriend. I’ll go get the popcorn.”

It was not easy to spend the entire weekend sitting in a chair watching basically nothing with Tony, but Steve managed to just tune him out. He seemed to get excited, to poke fun, every time Steve dropped you off at your doorstep, always leaving with a thorough goodbye kiss.

Think of the children!

All this PDA is not good for you squeaky clean image, Cap. You’ve been corrupted by the Gen Z and the millennials.

“Wait, stop right there,” Steve asked upon spotting an electrician, inconspicuous at first sight...

“It’s just the cable guy.”

“He’s carrying a gun, see,” he pointed at the screen.

Tony scrunched up his nose, “No, he’s not. You can barely see his face.”

“Is there a way to get a clearer image of his face?”

“No. This isn’t a movie. You can always interrogate her neighbors,” he suggested.

“I don’t know about that. Let’s keep that as a plan B.”

They didn’t really find anything else of use. He cracked his neck, ready to home to you after a long day. Grateful that he had someone to go home to. He thanked Tony while putting on his jacket.

“Don’t thank me. Just remember that you owe me forever.”

“That’s fair I guess...” he dusted off the wrinkles in his pants.

“So does she like live with you now? Haven’t you only been dating for two months? I’ve never even had a relationship that long.”

“Well, I’m not you.” And he didn’t appreciate other people snooping in his private life. He had no idea what he would do if his relationship went public. He decided not to worry about that for now. He needed to work on his first least.

Three weeks later

You huffed, your ankle twisting against the ground. You straightened your feet back up and willed yourself to keep walking. Just two more blocks. You can do this.

Today was not your day. Your boss had sent you all the way to Connecticut to do a delivery. Even though it wasn’t your job to do deliveries. Which meant you had to take the subway - which was over an hour late. You couldn’t even call Steve to let him know that you would be late because your phone just chose to stop working.

And then your heel broke... which meant you were dragging yourself back home all the way from the station.

You were ready to just go to sleep and maybe never wake up.

“Finally,” you grumbled, slamming the door behind you and ridding your feet of the uncomfortable strappy knock offs. “Oh, Steve, you wouldn’t believe the day I had,” you plumped down on the couch, laying back against the cushions.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” You opened your eyes to see him standing tall in front of you. His hands folded over his chest and his jaw clenched as he glared at you.

“Huh?”

“It’s almost midnight,” he shook his head. “Did it occur to you to maybe call me and let me know that you were going to be late?”

“I - my phone just stopped working - ”

“Let me guess - you forgot to charge it again,” Your name rolled off his tongue, which meant something was wrong - he never said your name, he had over a million nicknames for you. “That’s not charming. That’s just careless and irresponsible of you. You’re an adult, start acting like it.”

“Fuck you.” The words escaped your mouth before you could ponder about it. Tears burning your eyes, but you held them back, you had never been afraid of being vulnerable in front of him. Right now, however, you needed to stand your ground.

A look of hurt crossed his face before it hardened again. “You can never take any sort of criticism - ”

“It just stopped working!” you yelled, interrupting him. “It’s old and yeah I don’t use it properly because I’m irresponsible, so it stopped. I didn’t even know what time it was.”

“I was worried about you,” his voice cracked. He rubbed his eyes. “I made so many calls. I called your mother - who didn’t even know who I was.” He gave you a sardonic chuckle. He was discussing marriage plans with you and you hadn’t even told your family about him.

“You know, Steve, if you want a responsible and mature girlfriend, you should go and get one. I’ll make it easier for you,” you stood up, bumping into him and heading towards the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he grabbed at your forearm, pulling you back.

“I’m leaving! I’ll go stay at my mothers,” you choked on a sob, your arms feebly trying to fight him off, “I don’t need you or your help! I’m sure plenty of mature women would love to be with Captain America.”

“Stop it! I didn’t mean it like that and you know it,” Your tears pulled at his heart strings. Making him regret his words.

“If you didn’t mean it then you shouldn’t have said it,” you spit. Finally gathering enough courage to look into his eyes, “I guess I know what you think of me now.” Your bottom lip quivering as you tried to push at his chest. But he was built like a rock, refusing to budge even a bit.

He grabbed your wrists, “I’m sorry, doll. I should’ve used better words. But you can’t just pack up and leave whenever we have a fight.”

You scoffed, “Yes I can! Just watch me!”

“Yes, you can,” he sighed, pulling your head into his chest, “but you shouldn’t. Don’t you think your words hurt me too?” he asked. Nuzzling his nose in your hair, swaying you both side to side but you were still pushing at his chest and whimpering. “Just let me hold you for a while. I thought something bad had happened to you.”

Which seemed to quell your rage for the time being as you went limp in his arms. He hadn’t told you about the suspicious cable guy or how maybe you were being stalked. Either by SHIELD, someone out for revenge on him or an unwanted suitor of yours. It didn’t really matter. He didn’t want to worry you, maybe he should tell you to get you to take things more seriously.

“You really had me worried there,” he mumbled, “Do you forgive me?” Placing a kiss to your hair.

You shook your head against his chest. “Nuh-uh.”

“What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?” he wanted to know.

You rubbed your tears and snot on his shirt - as a petty revenge, looking up at him with your swollen eyes and nose, “I read somewhere that the best way to ask for forgiveness is changed behavior.”

“That is true,” he nodded.

“Since you’ve never been that mean before - I can let it go for now. Only if you promise not to do it again.”

“Of course, sweet - ”

“I mean it. No yelling, cursing or meanness of any sort. I don’t care that you’re Captain America. You can’t talk to me like that.”

“I promise.”

“You have to pink promise to seal it. A pink promise has higher esteem than a normal one,” you stated, holding your pinky up to him.

“Can I seal it with a kiss?” he suggested but then bit his tongue at the deadly glare you have him. “Okay then, I pinky promise,” he linked his pinky with yours, looking into your eyes, “I’ll never ever yell at you or curse at you. Or be mean ever again - the last thing I want to be is like my father.”

“What? You never told me that your dad - ”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now,” he shook his head, “Can I kiss you? Please?” he gave you his best puppy eyes.

“Nope,” you pushed him away. You can’t be too easy. He had to pay. “I’m tired, I had a long day. Im'a just go to bed,” you gave an exaggerated yawn.

You headed off to your shared bedroom again, but then before you knew it - in the blink of an eye - he hauled you over his knee as he sat back on the couch.

“Not so fast,” he tutted, stroking your clothed buttcheek. “Let’s not forget you were at fault too. You had me worried sick. I was imagining the worst things about you and I couldn’t get a hold of you. I’m never letting you out my sight again.”

You rubbed your forehead, dizzy from being spun so fast. Looking at him over your shoulder, “But what you did... or said was deliberate.”

“Maybe so. But you could've called me and let me know. I would’ve come to you and picked you up.” He pinched your butt as you yelped.

“I don’t remember your number!” You heaved. What was he up to? Why were you over his lap?

He shook his head. “Even you have to agree that is irresponsible. You’re supposed to be good at numbers, baby. Aren’t you an accountant? Think you can count to seven? You need to be taught a lesson.” He pulled the helm of your dress, exposing your Powerpuff girls panties to him.

The smug asshole. “Excuse me! Who are you to teach me a lesson?”

He snapped the elastic band against your hip, “These are cute.”

Your cheeks heated up and you tried to tell him off, flustered and exhausted you just give up. Pushing your cheek against the cushion. “Whatever,” you grumble.

“You’re such a brat you know that? You love making me worry when all want to do is protect you and keep you safe,” he pulled your panties down till they were tangled in your ankles, warming you up by stroking your naked cheeks. “I’m getting you a new phone. And you don’t need to work for someone who doesn’t appreciate you - I can take care of now,” He had always had a bad feeling about your eccentric boss, sending you away on such a short notice - you absolutely did not deserve to be treated like that. “How many do you think you deserve?”

Steve never associated spanking with sexiness or as anything erotic. He was supposed to be a gentleman. He shouldn’t have such dirty kinks.

Sure he likes a nice plump ass. Your ass to be more specific. He loved seeing it in tight yoga pants, snug jeans. Hell he even liked seeing it in dresses that don’t necessarily flaunt it. When he is forced to use his imagination.

He also liked seeing it in your cute pastel cotton panties. With stars or heart patterns. Or better yet, no panties.

Just a few days ago, he saw your ass perched up in your cute pink panties, as you were scrolling on your phone, leaning on the kitchen counter, he couldn’t help it, his hand moved before he could even register what was happening. He slapped your ass, the smack echoing in the room, your ass jiggling, and your small yelp, made him harder than hed ever been.

You looked so adorable when you tried to act like you didn’t like it. Though the musky scent of your weeping sex clearly said otherwise. He bent you over the counter and fucked you then and there to prove you wrong.

He never spanked you again. He didn’t get a chance to, until now...

You were pretty out of it, sleep taking over your tired eyes, maybe that’s why it just slipped out - “Whatever you want, daddy.”

“What?” he instantly stopped his ministrations, staring at the back of your head.

“What?” you asked. Your eyes widening , “Oh dear god, did I say that out loud?” You shut your eyes so tightly, refusing to ever look at him again.

You had only ever read about it in erotica or used the term in jest. Maybe part of you did feel that way about Steve but there was absolutely no way you’d ever admit it. You joked with your friends about how Steve was a ‘big daddy’ when you had told them you were dating Captain America. Because of his height and build and nurturing nature. They dubbed him ‘America’s daddy’.

“Yes, you did,” you could feel him smirking through the smugness dripping in his voice, “It’s ok, doll. I don’t get why you’re embarrassed, I can be your daddy. I think you deserve seven? For every hour you were late. You promised to be home by five pm.”

You didn’t say a single word, not really trusting yourself to speak at all. He pinched your butt again, demanding an answer. “Yes! Fine! Seven is okay I guess.”

“You are to count them and then thank me for them. Understood?”

“Just get on with it,” you would feel yourself getting wetter with anticipation, you squirmed in his hold, rubbing your thighs together to create some friction.

“Keep up that attitude and I’ll spank you till you can’t see straight. And now, just because of that it’s ten.” He slipped his hand between your legs. Smearing your arousal around your lips. You probably didn’t know about his enhanced sense of smell, letting him know whenever you were aroused. “What do you want the safe word to be? When you say it - we stop.”

“How about buttercream?” you suggested.

“Buttercream it is. Now get ready. Remember to count and - ”

“And thank you, yes I remember,” you rolled your eyes. Wondering if he’s ever going to actually go through with it or if he was all talk.

You yelped as soon as he landing the first blow, the burning sting and the loud smack that following causing your cheeks to heat up.

“One. Thank you...” you tried to catch your breathe, “daddy.”

His cock stirred at your new petname for him. He could sink into you right then and there but he had more pressing matters to deal with.

He raised his hand again, delivering blow after blow to you, alternating between both your cheeks. Sneaking one small to your upper thigh as well - just because he could. He held back his strength, of course. He didn’t really want to hurt you, just teach you a lesson.

“Nine, holy fuck!” your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your fists tightly. Needing something to hold onto. “Th-thank you, daddy!” You added. Cursing yourself for almost forgetting.

He let his fingers wander down to your cunt again, dipping a finger in your heat, “You seemed to be enjoying this. Have you learned your lesson?”

You furiously nodded your head, “Yes! I’ll always tell you when I’m going to be late. I mean... as soon as I get a new phone.”

He snorted, “Don’t worry about that, princess,” Soothing a hand over your swollen skin, “Just one more. Think you can take it?” you nod again.

You whimpered and then moaned as he delivered the last slap to your right cheek. “Te - n,” you hiccupped, “Thank you...”

“You were so good, sweetheart,” he cooed. Setting you down on the couch, hovering over your back and peppering kisses to your ass, “but I’m far from done with you.”

You hummed as you heard the tell-tale sign of him unzipping his pants. “Gonna be a long night,” you giggled into the pillow.

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this is to make up for my current on and off status on here! she’s sexy, enjoy! *nose boops*

You knew you were gonna get it.

You just knew you were in for it when you found enjoyment in teasing Harry all day long. From the moment you woke up in your hotel room, tangled in one another’s arms and legs, and you felt a certain other body part pressed against you, you knew he was going to ruin you.

Thing is, you had no justly reason to behave this way other than the fact that you were annoying and wanted to rile him up a bit. You had woken up before him, and you gently grinded against him before dipping your fingers into the front band of his briefs, stroking the velvety skin of his hardening member. You were so soft in your touches, that you were positive he wouldn’t acknowledge you, but then he woke up, and that’s when you knew your day was going to be one hell of a ride.

His hips rocked into your hand as he stretched his body, a small moan escaping his mouth at the feeling of you against him. Then, without a word, you removed yourself from him completely, and got off the bed to go take a shower. He groaned in disbelief, his hands reaching at you but just missing when you stood on your feet and walked towards the bathroom.

“Baby, please come back,” his morning voice croaked, but you just simply looked over your should and blew a kiss his away before disappearing into the next room.

Then he joined you in the shower. He had you pressed against the wall, cock stood proud between you as he groped your tits and your ass, mouth on yours as your tongues glided with one another, lips swelling and and breath being lost. You were close to caving and dropping to your knees, the idea of tasting him and hearing his intimate sounds that were made just for your ears was too overwhelming. So you put your foot down - quite literally too since your leg was perched against his hip - and finished the rest of your shower, purposefully turning down the temperature as you got out, leaving him in there.

All day he had been giving you a frustrated look, and a cold shoulder, simply just pissed at your blatant teasing. On the car ride to the venue, he hardly looked at you, but right before he got out to walk inside, he pulled you to his side, hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh, lips pressed to your ear and muttered, “You’re gonna regret being a little brat today, baby.”

During soundcheck, when you sat on a chair just listening in and scrolling through your phone, you would watch and see that he was already looking directly at you, eyes set on you with a fury behind them that you’ve only seen a handful of times. You could see his hands tighten around his microphone and the veins in his neck strain just like how they do when you’re alone and he’s screaming your name.

And backstage in his dressing room was hardly any different. He kept himself away from you, talking with Mitch or whoever else needed to see him, occupying his mind so he didn’t lock the door and have you bend over the arm of the couch, his hips slamming into yours. Plus, he wants to hear you moan and scream and cry, not be silent, and in this environment, to prevent getting caught or embarrassing yourselves, you needed to be silent.

When it was about thirty minutes to show time, Harry had started getting ready into this night’s outfit, all while still ignoring you. But, being the pest that you are, you walked over to him as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt until it sat just right. You wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek resting on the outside of his bicep, lips pouted as you looked at him in the mirror.

“Are you still mad at me?” You murmured, swaying your body behind him to the muffled sound of the opening act. His eyes casted down to you, a bored look etched across his face as he pried your arms away from him.

He shook his head, “M’not playing this little game of yours.”

“What game?” You question as you stand in front of him, your hands coming up to his neck, your fingers scratching at the bottom of his hairline. There wasn’t really a game being played. And if there was, you were currently winning. In the end you know you’re gonna lose, but right now, you’re winning, and you’re loving it.

“D’ya think it’s nice to treat me the way you did today? Tell me, is it fun being a little brat, Y/N?” He hissed, his one hand slapping down onto your ass while his other wrapped in your hair and tugged your head back, to look straight up at him.

“I’m not being a brat, Daddy,” you responded, knowing fully you were. And just to piss him off even more, you pressed your front against his, feeling the swell of a growing bulge.

His jaw clenched, and the grip in your hair tightened as he brought a harder smack down against your bottom. “No? Only a brat would’ve left me alone in the shower this morning. A good girl would’ve helped Daddy with his situation, but you didn’t.”

“M’sorry, let me make it up to you,” you pouted again, doe eyes looking up at him. He tsked, his one hand coming up to cup the underside of your chin, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. Not that you were gonna make it up for him here anyway, but he didn’t have to know that.

And something told you he knew you were lying, as he smirked at you, planting a soft kiss to your lips, then tugging on your hair a little bit harder before muttering into your ear, “You will later.”

You couldn’t help but gulp at the raspiness of his voice and the demanding tone laced between the gentle words. You would also be lying if you said you didn’t feel your underwear dampen at the mere thought of what’s to come, or who for that matter, later.

While watching him from the crowd, you watched the countless amount of fans swoon over the exuberant man on stage, laughing to yourself as you saw them all freak out over the smallest of things he does. Though, there were a few moments where you yourself felt weak in the knees as he pressed himself against his microphone stand, or when he knocked his head back with his eyes closed, mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ as a note faded out of his mouth.

When the night came to a close, your heart rate picked up the slightest bit as you ventured backstage to join back with Harry, your mind swirling with anticipation. You had no one to blame but yourself for your nerves, and you just knew you’d be sore for the next few days.

When you settled yourselves in the back of the car, Harry’s hand gripped your thigh, dangerously close to your warm and wet heat. He hardly paid any attention to you though as he scrolled through his phone on whatever app. At one point you had crossed your left leg over your right, his hand sandwiched between your thighs, but with one quick movement of his hand, he had your legs open back up, silently demanding you to keep them open like they were.

When you finally got back to your hotel room, you entered after him, closing the door behind you and placing the do not disturb sign on the doorknob, then locking it. You closed your eyes for a brief second, taking in a deep breath before turning around to face him.

He was tugging his t-shirt off his body, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He beckoned you over with a gesture of his fingers, arms crossing over his chest as he waited for you to stand before him. When you came to him, his hard eyes roamed over you, all before stating one quick word of “Kneel,” one eyebrow raised as he waited for you.

You dropped nearly instantly, looking up at him beneath your lashes. After a few moments of staring you down, eyes roaming over the features of your face, his thumb tracing over the soft skin of your cheek and then your lips before pushing it into your mouth, to which you immediately began sucking. Harry admired the way you were quick to be obedient even if you did put yourself into trouble. Almost as if you were apologizing for being a brat even though you would never formally apologize for that.

You didn’t have to apologize though, because he was going to make you sorry no matter what. “Take off my pants,” he directed, feeling your nimble fingers immediately reach for the button of his jeans and pull down his zipper before tugging the fabric down the length of his thighs and his legs.

He toed off his shoes before you helped him out of his socks, waiting for what he wanted to do next. Your eyes couldn’t help but fall on the tent in his briefs that was level with your mouth, your clit throbbing and your mouth watering.

“Y’know, you’ve been a bit of a smart ass all day, baby. What do you say I put that mouth of yours to better use?” He cooed, removing his thumb from the warm cave of your mouth, cupping his cock through the thin black material of his briefs, eyes fluttering at the euphoric sensation that shot up his spine

You nodded your head at him, practically begging him for a taste. He pushed the remainder of his clothing down his legs, kicking it behind him, then wrapped his hand around his cock, his thumb skimming over his red tip that leaked with precum. He gestured down to his cock, pumping it slowly as he practically taunted you with it, gesturing for you to spit onto him. You gathered up a bit of saliva, standing slightly taller on your knees to get above his length, letting the ball of spit fall from your mouth and drop onto his leaking slit. His hand massaged it over his shaft, his wrist flicking quickly before he stopped himself from pushing any further.

His stature stood tall over you, looming over you like the devil himself, practically begging you to say something or do something you may regret. Because anything from this point on was going to wind you up in more trouble.

“Beg me then.”

You swallowed, at a loss of words as he slowly stroked his hardening cock, his tip enticing you to have your lips around him. “Daddy... ple- I’m sorry, please let me have a taste.”

“I think you want a little more than just a taste, baby. C’mon, know you can do better than that,” he urged, tugging on your hair so you were only mere centimetres from him.

“Will you please fuck my mouth, Daddy? Want to feel you for days, please? I won’t be a brat again.” Your begging came out in panted whimpers as you eyed his large shaft, your teeth biting at your bottom lip.

Without so much of a hesitation, Harry pried your jaw open, reminding you to relax your muscles as he thrusted into you half way, retreating slowly as he pushed himself further down your throat. You gagged around him, your muscles spasming around him as tears welled in your eyes as he repeatedly struck the back of your throat.

Harry groaned at the feeling of him weighing down your tongue, moaning as you choked around him, the seemingly non pleasurable sounds sounding like music to his ears, because even though it seemed painful, he knew you were enjoying this way too much. He imagined the wetness coating your tiny lace panties, your clit most probably pulsing as he ruined your mouth.

His head knocked back with a string of profanities escaping his lips as he stilled himself for a moment in your mouth, feeling you contract and choke at the sudden abruptness to his movements. “Shit, Y/N... fuck, y’feel so good.”

He only gives you a brief moment to breathe, before he retracts then snaps his hips forward again, his velvety skin being coated in your saliva as he quickened his movements, his release inching up on him. He pulled himself out enough so that only his tip was in your mouth, causing you to swirl your tongue around his tip before giving a few little kitten licks and then sucking on it harshly, which would end up being his demise as his release shot into your mouth.

Rope after rope of cum coated your throat, leaving Harry feeling faint as his knees almost gave out on him as you helped him through his high. When he finally was done shooting into your mouth, he removed himself with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting him to your lips before it broke and fell against your chin.

You both took in a deep breath before he bent down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, a harsh slap coming down onto your ass. He tossed you onto the large bed, all but ripping your clothes off your body, his one hand groping your tits while the other slid his fingers threw your folds, collecting your moisture and massaging your clit slowly before inserting two fingers into you.

“Now, how about I fuck this little pussy of yours, hm? And no coming until I say, brat.”

#this sucks im sorry #i suck sorry #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles filth #harry styles au #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #harry styles

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quokkacore · 4 years

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nct 127 + the “worst songs to have sex to” playlist (m)

genre: smut, fluff, crack

pairing: nct 127 x gender neutral reader (no mention of gender specific anatomy, but the reader is the one getting, uhhh.... penetrated)

warnings: explicit sex, language

a/n: this was inspired by a haikyuu reaction (which if i have the time, i’ll come back to edit in). i wrote this at two in the morning while i couldn’t sleep, and it shows. also, i’m not sure if johnny’s is in poor taste or not. i honestly mean no disrespect, but if people get upset, then i’ll take down this post and reupload it with something for him.

here is the playlist, if anyone is curious.

"hey, babe?" your boyfriend sat down on your bed, and you looked up from your phone to meet his eyes.

"what's up?"

"so, i just found this and, uh..." he showed you a spotify playlist, and you stifled a laugh at the title. "oh my god. do you wanna try?"

"well... how bad could it be?"

nsfw under the cut

𝐭 𝐚 𝐞 𝐲 𝐨 𝐧 𝐠

honestly, you weren't sure what you were expecting. you both did your best to try and ignore the music. which was going perfectly fine, until one song faded out and the sound of trumpets filled the room, amidst the sound of taeyong's groans, your whining, and the sound of skin on skin.

soon enough, you realized you heard lionel richie's voice, then stevie wonder's... then tina turner's... then...

"hold on, hold on." taeyong stopped the movement of his hips, and you stared up at him, frustrated. you had been so close, and now, he asked, "is this we are the world?"

you looked to the side for a second. "uhh, i'm pretty sure it is."

taeyong gulped, and right as the chorus hit with a bittersweet, "we are the world, we are the children..." he made a face, and promptly pulled out of you. you winced, watching as he stood. "tae, what the hell?"

"i'm sorry!" he called, leaving the bedroom, "i need to go make a donation to unicef, or something!"

𝐭 𝐚 𝐞 𝐢 𝐥

to be frank, if someone had said that one of you would start crying during sex, you expected it to be you, not taeil.

he had been pounding you into the mattress, sucking dark bruises into your neck, not paying heed to the songs. he was doing a pretty bang up job at keeping you distracted from the songs also.

then circle of life from the lion king started playing.

a few moments later, taeil lifted his head from your collarbone, and his eyes welled with tears... because what person born after 1994 didn't cry with the lion king?

and so, the night ended with you patting taeil on the shoulder, as he cried softly into your neck because of how tragic and unfair mufasa's death scene had been.

𝐣 𝐨 𝐡 𝐧 𝐧 𝐲

sex with johnny was rarely serious, contrary to popular belief. his carefree and upbeat attitude always meant you were in for playful, mind-blowing sex.

which was why it came as a shock to you when, amidst the both of you bumping noses and giggling into kisses at how silly the songs were, johnny's face fell when a single trumpet blared a single, sad note from the speaker.

you thought for a moment, panting from pleasure, at what song it was. but then you realized that the song, taps, was the song played at american military funerals. johnny, an american first and foremost, had already realized that.

"john? are you okay...?"

"i can't do this," he mumbled in a daze, before getting up, muttering to himself about showing some respect.

you don't have sex for another two weeks because johnny refuses to look you in the eye.

𝐝 𝐨 𝐲 𝐨 𝐮 𝐧 𝐠

surely, doyoung would be able to ignore the songs. he does... to an extent. you don't even make it past foreplay until the sound of violins and funky disco music fill the room. doyoung lets out a laugh as he shoves a second finger, realizing that the playlist has bestowed dancing queen upon you both. "abba? really?"

you both laugh a little, but continue anyway. your head falls onto the mattress, whining as doyoung's long fingers twist and turn inside of you. you could feel something bubbling in the pit of your stomach...

could. key word.

then you realized that doyoung was humming and bopping his head along to the melody as he did so, and you broke out into laughter. doyoung froze, wide eyed as he watched you lose your shit, not even realizing he'd been what had caused you to.

"y-you were humming and moving along to the beat!" you said in between cackles, curling up on yourself.

"it's catchy..." doyoung mumbled, "i couldn't help myself..."

𝐲 𝐮 𝐭 𝐚

you were so, so close. yuta had slung your legs over his shoulders in an effort to hit deeper, and it was doing wonders.

you were whining his name when a familiar synth beat caught your ear, and evidently, it caught your boyfriend's attention as well. he stopped moving, and you pouted, your orgasm creeping away from you.

you looked up at him, low key pissed to see him bopping along to what is love. no, not twice's what is love, unfortunately. the corny, meme-worthy, 90s what is love by haddaway.

"baby, don't hurt me," he sang teasingly, "don't hurt me, no more,"

you glowered at him from underneath him. "i was so close," you grumbled, slapping him lightly on the arm. he gasped in mock indignation, lifting an arm to his forehead as if he were about to faint.

"you hurt me!" he said dramatically, "after i specifically told you not to!"

needless to say, no one orgasms that night.

𝐣 𝐚 𝐞 𝐡 𝐲 𝐮 𝐧

jaehyun's ability to reduce you to a moaning mess during sex never failed to impress you.

what did fail, though, was his reaction to the law and order: svu theme song playing while you were sucking him off. you were on your knees, bobbing your head along his dick and digging your nails into the defined v-line of his hipbones when the distinct first notes of the tv show's theme song interrupted his deep groans of satisfaction.

"law and order?" he says with a breathy chuckle, "man, my mom loves that show."

you pull off a second later, looking a bit perplexed. "please, don't ever, ever mention your mom while i'm sucking your dick again."

his smile falls. "shit, i made it weird, didn't i?"

"no shit."

the next time jaehyun's mom swings by your shared apartment for a visit, she's a bit confused as to why neither of you can hold eye contact for more than five seconds.

𝐣 𝐮 𝐧 𝐠 𝐰 𝐨 𝐨

you don't know what to say. one minute you're clinging to your boyfriend, whimpering into his ear as he hits a spot that has you seeing stars. your eyes are screwed shut and your hips are bucking against his as you cry out his name.

then, axel f (known to most as crazy frog) blares through the speaker, and the both of you stop moving as you're both reminded of the badly animated, obnoxious, purple frog from the music video.

you stare at jungwoo, whose sour expression matches yours. he meets your gaze, and seconds later, the two of you are cracking up at the continuous "ding! ding!" noises coming from the song.

"this was a horrible idea," he mumbles, and you nod in agreement. "you don't say."

he gets up and turns off the music, and somehow, you both manage to finish without thinking about it.

but then jungwoo boops your nose twice while the two of you are cuddling and goes, "ding, ding," and you both promptly lose your shit again.

𝐦 𝐚 𝐫 𝐤

your thighs are starting to burn, but you don't care. you ride mark like you have something to prove, doing your best to ignore the obnoxious playlist in the background.

mark is having the time of his life, groaning loudly, eyes screwed shut, head fallen back against the pillows and gripping your hips while he ruts up into you.

then the previous song ends, and suddenly the next song starts with an exciting swell of violins, and the next thing you know, you hear a choir sing, "o canada, our home and native land..."

mark's eyes snap open and he freezes inside of you at the realization. you stare at him for a few moments and somehow, just by the sound of the canadian national anthem, you literally feel mark's dick start to go soft inside of you.

your face morphs from confusion, then horror, and finally, dissatisfaction.

you flop down next to mark, and turn to face him.

"you okay?" you ask, and try your best not to laugh when mark turns a deep shade of red.

"let's never mention this again."

𝐡 𝐚 𝐞 𝐜 𝐡 𝐚 𝐧

good god, donghyuck doesn't even make it past the first song.

see, he pounces on you before you can press shuffle, pressing needy kisses against your mouth. you kiss him back for a few moments, moaning when he slips his tongue into your mouth.

when he pulls you into his lap to grind against him, you pull away and giggle. "hyuck, aren't we gonna listen to the music?"

"huh? oh yeah, baby, sorry. just press play."

you do, meeting donghyuck's eyes as you wait for the first song to play, and you both jump when a loud, raspy voice yells, "i'm a goofy goober! ROCK!"

You purse your lips, wondering whether to laugh or not. you look at hyuck, who is trying to hold back laughter as goofy goober rock continues to ruin the mood.

"so..."

"i changed my mind," donghyuck says, probably thinking of spongebob, "i don't wanna do this anymore."

so, you find an easier solution. you turn off the music, and awkwardly cuddle for the rest of the night, occasionally breaking into fits of laughter at the absurdity of having almost fucked to spongebob music.

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bnhavibes · 4 years

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Promiscuous; Part two.

“Spill the Tea”

What previously was a brief occurrence, became an almost every other day event. The angry boy having some snark comment about “too many” guests entering the building(even though you’d only slept with one random and had a few friends over), or maybe your aromatic dinners filling the hallways. Regardless, you were sick of it. A couple weeks away from your annoying pet rat scratching at your front door was sure to do you some good.

You made arrangements with Midoriya, who only laughed heartily when you told him what Bakugou was up to.

“Maybe Kacchan has a crush on you.” He teases over the phone, “But don’t worry, I got some business out of town anyways. So long as you save me a treat or two...”

“You’re so cheeky, Dicku. Maybe if you come back early you could indulge in all the treats you desire.” You flirt back, smiling smugly as he huffed in response.

“Looking forward to it, doll. You know where the key will be.” He said in a low hum, and with a CLICK! the call ended.

You sigh in content, Midoriya isn’t the best for you romantically. But his dick is another story; Never in your life was someone as big as he was, and the praise he gives hits all the boxes you need for a fulfilling orgasm. You salivate a little as you think about past hookups with him, each one of them something out of a romance novel. (or maybe fanfiction)

Pulling your hair back into a soft braid made it easier for you to gather your bags and leave, quickly and quietly attempting to lock your door so that you wouldn’t be caught by your neighbor.

“Going on a trip?” The cheery voice startled you to your core, earning a small yelp from your throat.

“Oh shoot! My bad, I didn’t mean to scare you, (Y/N)!” Kirishima beemed, placing his rough hands on your shoulders in attempt you coax you.

“God, Ejirou, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You chuckled, watching his muscles twitch and flex as he removed his arms from you. “You’re sneakier than I remember.”

He laughs boisterously, holding his belly as he leaned his head back a bit. “You’re more silly than I remember.”

“Well, if you must know, I prefer the term entertaining or intriguing!” You gush sarcastically, shooting him direct eye contact with that beaming smile of yours. His cheeks flush as he catches his breath, and you use it as an opportunity to escape; “I am going on a minute trip, but I am a bit hungry. You know where I can get a good bite to eat?”

His eyes gloss over as he takes in your body language, licking his lips subconsciously as he nods his head in response. “Th-There’s a great Hibachi place down the road— ?”

You suck your teeth in a feigned disappointment before his sentence finished, “Yeah that place isn’t... fulfilling enough for me. I want something that can get me stuffed, you know?” You say, your hands hovering over the skin of his arms, causing goosebumps to glide over his body.

With no response from Kiri, who was probably stumbling over his thoughts on how to react, you boop him on the nose. “Maybe I should get some ramen! Yeah, ramen is sooo good. Care to join me?” You ask, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.

His breathing becomes shallow, chest rising and falling a bit quicker than usual when you decide that maybe sleeping with Kiri would only make Bakugou rap down your down even more frequently; he is the explosive boy’s best friend afterall, and he protects him like a brother.

“Pfft, as if he’d be caught dead with you.” Another voice echoes through the hall.

You roll your eyes and exhale as you look over the Hard Boi™️’s shoulders and find a pouty Bakugou. “Oh, wow, it’s Lord Exploding Diahrrea. Back to torture my door again?”

“Tch, like I give a damn about your stupid door. What’re you two doing out here?” He sneers, dead-eyeing what you felt was more Kirishima’s frame huddled against you than your own gaze.

“(Y/N) was j-just asking about good food Bakubro! Aheh— so I uh, was giving her recommendations cause she’s about to leave.” The nervous redhead had whipped a 180 as soon as he heard the sparkler’s sharp voice, hands up as if he were being interrogated.

“Leaving?” Bakugou growled, giving you and your bags a once over before continuing, “Tch, what, you won a shitty vacation or something?”

“No, I’m going to be staying with a friend... of sorts... For a couple weeks to catch a break.”

His frowning scowl returns, unbeknownst to you a jealous look. “A break from what? All you do is go to work and play shitty music at stupid hours with your dumb friends.”

“Um... creep alert much?” You say, reflecting your own disgusted look at him. “Besides, I prefer to have a peace of mind at home and no offense or anything but I’m getting annoyed seeing your fucking face barking at my door three times a week.”

Ouch. Kirishima felt Bakugou’s pain, he even winced a little as the words left your lips, and he held his temples in his hand with his eyes shut as he awaited an explosive response.

“I see,” was the blonde’s only reaction. His sparks no longer popped at his hands as he shoved them into his chest, folding his arms in defeat. “Well if it makes you feel any better I’ll just call the fucking landlord next time.”

“You should’ve been doing that from that start, pop rocks.” Your anger was more towards his lack of resistance than him. “So you wanna go get ramen with me or what?”

His eyes avoided your gaze at all costs, silently hoping you’d not notice the pain he was feeling. “Nah, I make ramen better than any shitty dive nearby. Plus, Kirishima and I were headed to the gym anyways. Enjoy your shitty ramen and your break.”

And with that, he walked away. Kirishima stumbled between catching up and telling you goodbye for a few seconds before just chasing after him. Soon after, you realize you might’ve been too mean towards him. You left reluctantly, dragging your suitcase and duffel bag to the other elevator with a huff.

Your vacation was shorter than you had set plans for, by about a week, since Midoriya ended up having too little time to even come back into the hotel and talk let alone fuck. Bittersweet, though you felt it was repercussion for being cold to Bakugou.

“It’s not like I owe him anything, right?” You rhetorically ask Mina, who was the sole bakusquad member who didn’t live with them, as you exited the elevator.

“Nah, but Bakugou has always been a touchy bitch. I call him Bakubitch preeeeetty often.” The alien queen giggled, “I mean you guys never really talked much but what if you, yanno, have like a soul tie or something? It would explain why you feel so bad about being a dick.”

“Or maybe— just hear me out on this— I’m just *too* nice.” You hold back a smirk while you wait for her response.

“HAH! No way, jose. You have to admit you were a bit of an ass.”

“But he’s ALWAYS an ass!” You exclaim, kicking your shoes off as you entered your apartment.

“Yeah but you’re usually flirty and bouncy with him when he’s an ass so for you to say something out of pocket he must’ve took it pretty hard.” She says between munches, probably packing down popcorn since she was supposed to be at the movies with some guy.

“That’s so annoying though, how come he gets to be an ass but can’t handle a clapback?”

“That’s a question for Bakubitch, listen, I gotta go— Hot guy 25 is calling me cos the movie started, don’t be a dick and call me if you need to talk later BAAAAIIIII~” Bleep!

She was gone. You sigh dramatically, tossin your phone onto the couch when you realized how much dust collected on the cushions in just a single week.

“Guess it’s time to clean.” You mumble to yourself, turning the soundbar on a medium volume to avoid any trouble. Cleaning really helped you get your mind right sometimes, and it was pretty satisfying to see the end result. You pondered over your interactions with Bakugou as you did laundry, the white noise created by the washer and dryer focused your thoughts as you began to realize that maybe you had the hots for him.

Just then there was a harsh, but quick, rap on your door. Heat ran up your cheeks, knowing the knock all too well.

“Can I help you?” You manage to squeak from behind the door, peering through the peephole to find a pouty blonde staring at his shoes.

“Open the door.”

Something is off about him and against your better interests, you comply. “I have my volume on medium.”

His eyes crawl up your body to meet yours briefly, before snapping away. “I’m not— Ugh. I didn’t come to bark at you.” He says, grinding his teeth. “I came to.. Apologize.. or whatever. For annoying you.”

“Bakug—“

“Katsuki.” He says sternly, cheeks and ears a flush pink, his eyes glued to the belt he was “re-adjusting” to avoid facing you.

“Katsuki,” You repeat, noticing the redness deepen on his face as your voice called out his name. You say it softly, trying to meet his gaze by stepping in his field of vision. God, he’s so fucking hot when he’s obviously feeling inferior. But I should tell him how he’s making me feel.... right?

“I should be the one apologizing, I.. didn’t mean it when I said you barked. And I don’t think you’re annoying.”

“Tch, like some lame insult could get to me.” He says, sparking a smile across your face.

“Of course it wouldn’t, the future number one hero has to be thick skinned right?” You tease flirtatiously, finally earning his gaze with a scoff.

“You’re damn right,” He smirks, a wave of relief (and heat from the look he gave you) flowing over you. “That’s all I came to say so—.”

“Do you wanna come inside?” You ask hastily, unintentionally squeezing your thighs together. Hopefully he can read between the lines. “I have tea on the stove, so...”

He stiffens at the offer, gulping down harshly before nodding a bit. You step aside, pressing your back against the door a bit as he walked in. The smell of vanilla candles filled your apartment, and freshly cleaned floors made it easier for his feelings to feel less.. uncomfortable.

“I don’t really know much about you, so do you mind if we could just... chill and act like normal people for a bit?” You ask as you disappear into the little kitchen to gather your approach.

He was busy removing his shoes and trying to not say anything stupid, but it was more of a rhetorical question anyways. He was internally freaking out, however, not knowing how to approach you or even talk to you about anything. He was worried he would be rude or obnoxious, and that it would scare you off.

“What’s your quirk?” He asks, a little harshly before clearing his throat, “My bad, I, uh, don’t remember from high school.”

“You’re fine, Katsuki, umm. Well honestly it’s not as cool or helpful a quirk as yours. I can use my pupils find the tiniest details in things, kinda like a magnifying glass just— in my head.”

An acknowledging grunt was heard, and you realized he was much quieter than you’d expected. Bringing the tea to your coffee table in the living room, you continued the conversation.

“I didn’t practice using it much since I was just a support student, but now that we’re in college I’ve discovered I can even help people find lost things if I look in their eyes. But it takes a lot of energy out of me.”

“Well that’s not completely useless, how does it work?” He says, taking a seat beside you on the couch as he bore into your eyes.

“Just gotta keep eye c-contact, fuck!” He had you on edge, spilling your cup of tea a bit and burning a finger. You felt his eyes on your backside as you cleaned the table off. “I just cleaned this shit.”

“You good?” He asks, snapping his eyes back to your own as you looked back.

“Yeah, I just, burned a finger.”

“Lemme see,” He says, taking your hand by the wrist and pulling your freshly manicured, and burnt, finger with the other hand up his eyes to inspect.

“Tch, it’s not even a first degree burn.” he snarks, licking the tea off your finger. “Nice nails, clumsy ass.”

You felt your face getting hot, and there was something about the way he kitten licked your finger that made your core heat up as well.

“T-Thanks, I just got them done.”

A long pause stilled the room around you, your heartrate racing as you noticed his eyes clouded over.

“You— You still have my hand.” You speak softly, but you don’t even budge as he pulls your wrist behind his head at the nape of his neck, your body falling onto his lap as he did.

“Tch, so clumsy.” His voice rumbles in his chest, never breaking eye contact with you.

You licked your lips in anticipation, “Good thing I’ve got a hero around.”

Part three.

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bapyess1r · 4 years

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Amphetamine

WARNINGS: SMUTTY AS HELL (even though I really didn’t mean for it to be lmao), cursing, substances

CHAPTER 14

Two months later...

Talia’s POV

I finally finished moving in. Not if my Godfather has anything to say about it. There was a falling out between us. My Godmother assured me that she would still have me watch the kids and visit me across the street. Things happened very quickly, Sam and I progressed very quickly. We had all these things to do and being together made them more enjoyable. Within these past two months, we trained more. I was starting to feel like Black Widow or something. We played with the band more and booked a few gigs at bars. Also, he met my mother finally. She was suspicious of him and his intentions for a bit until she noticed how he behaved around me, and the change in me as well. She said I’d changed for the better and that I seemed tougher. Then he met my father. I was afraid to leave them alone on the balcony together. But they sat out there, enjoying a beer and cigar, grilling as they shared a conversation and I’m sure Sam told several stories of his adventures (the PG versions anyway). I remembered being in the kitchen with my step mother, boring holes into the windows watching them as I cut up vegetables nervously. When they came inside with trays of grilled meat and smiles on their faces, I remembered feeling such a relief. He calls my dad “Chief” now. Cute.

Today we sat on the couch, watching TV as I texted my best friend, Sam on a business call in his study. Something about an update on a previous job. And with my birthday approaching, I I had hoped that maybe he’d tell me I could go with him.

Anna: maybe this time he’ll take you

Me: I really hope so… I’ve been training for MONTHS!

Anna: you’ve been training for months but he’s been doin this shit for YEARS fren.

Although I didn’t want her to be, she was right. These itty bitty months of training were nothing compared to his life. I sighed in frustration. Jump starting this new life thing was harder than I thought. “Sullivan, you son of a bitch!” I could hear Sam shouted with a laugh of relief. The rest of his response was a bit muffled but he sounded excited. I was happy for him. They must’ve found whatever they were looking for. Which meant he was gonna have to leave again very soon. I huffed, the depression already beginning to hit me.

Me: he did warn me he’d be gone a lot…

Anna: he did…

My thoughts were interrupted by a heavy plop on the couch beside me. I looked over at Sam to be met with a goofy but satisfied grin. “Hi.” I said sarcastically.

“Hi.” He said, his smile never wavering. He continued to stare at me like that for a few moments before I spoke again.

“Yes?” I chuckled, waiting for him to tell me what was on his mind.

“Sully found us an in to that Lost Treasure of Lima. We’re gonna go get it.” He grinned. “And you’re coming with.”

A jolt of excitement ran through me. “SHUT UP- REALLY?!” I screamed, making a gesture so big I almost threw my phone. He nodded proudly.

“The only reason I am letting you come along is because I know there won’t be much trouble. And you’ll be safe.” He said brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. My heart was singing! I jumped into his lap and gave him a long, passionate kiss. “Oh…” he smirked, deepening the kiss. I chuckled, breaking the kiss and he stood, pulling me up with him and walking me to his study. “C’mere. I wanna show you something.”

His study compared to the rest of his house was probably the neatest mess I’d seen. Maps were sprawled out on the floor in a corner surrounded by books and files and folders covered his desk. The walls were lined with even more books than the one in the living room. “Jesus…” I murmured as he sat me down in his chair at the desk. The amount of resources he had was ridiculous and vast. Paired with the internet, I’m sure there wasn’t a thing this man didn’t know about. He kissed my cheek as he wheeled me closer and leaned over me with his hands on the desk. He shared his research with me and pointed out places on an older map he “acquired from some idiot”. “So now what- you got a permit to hunt there or something?” I asked. He chuckled at my naivety.

“No sweetheart, we don’t really operate that way…” he smirked. I looked up at him, still not understanding. So he reworded his explanation. “There’s a secluded area on the island with very little security. We…” he winked at me. “...are going to sneak in; Do what we gotta do, steal the gold, and peace out.”

“Pause- we’re stealing this treasure?!” I exclaimed. I was truly baffled. I thought his work was a bit more legal than this. He seemed a bit worried.

“Is that gonna be a problem for you?” He asked me.

“Hell nah. I just…. didn’t think that ‘Collector of Antiquities’ equaled ‘Thief’.” I smirked, picking up a file and flipping through it myself. It was clearly evident I was going to revert back to my teenage days of thieving and sneaking around. He placed a hand on his chest and made a face.

“Ouch, babes.” He said sarcastically. I chuckled, turning my attention back to the picture of the treasure.

“So how exactly are we supposed to sneak out $208 million dollars worth of treasure off of this island without Costa Rican police getting involved?” I shifted in my seat and leaned on the arm of the chair to look at him.

“That’s where my partner comes in.” He grinned.

“Uh huh. And what will your partner do exactly?” I asked. He still wasn’t giving me an answer. He opened his mouth to answer and I waited but nothing came out. “Uh huh. I see.”

“I...... haven’t gotten that far ahead yet.” He bit the inside of his cheek as I stood to face him, leaning on the desk with my arms crossed. He hadn’t moved from his position. He stared down at me hungrily.

“Yeah well when you do, let me know. And let’s hope it doesn’t get me killed.” I booped his nose and placed a peck on his lips. He flared his nostrils and took a deep breath as he looked me up and down.

“I wouldn’t dream of getting you hurt.” He said sincerely. “So this is treasure hunter Talia Aaron, huh? ‘Don’t get me killed?’ ‘Plan better?’” He kissed my cheek rather slowly inching to my ear. I felt a smile creep across my lips but I didn’t budge.

“Yeah! I don’t wanna look stupid and I don’t wanna die. So make sure you have a solid plan before we go sneakin’ around a secured island.” I said, poking his chest to prove my point. A corner of his lips turned up as he moved closer, our noses brushing against each other’s, his lips ghosting over mine as we chased each other’s breath. He ran a large hand over my hip and brushed his thumb over my skin under my sweater.

“This ‘new you’ thing is really starting to grow on me…” He spoke slowly as our lips touched lightly. His hand traveled down my thigh and hook behind my knee to wrap my leg around his waist, making me feel his growing boner. I smirked as I tried and failed to not be affected by his arousal.

“Really now...” I said propping myself up with my hands behind me on the desk.

“Mmm…” He growled, grinding against me lightly. I betrayed myself with a grunt and laughed. “Y’know… this is the only surface I haven’t fucked you on…” He stated, gently moving the files aside behind me to clear a space.

“We should change that.” I nodded, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I agree…” he moaned just before kissing me intensely.

He lifted me onto the desk and I fell back into the bookshelf behind me, causing a couple books to fall over us but we didn’t care. I caressed his face with both hands as his tongue darted between my lips. Then he grabbed my hand and began to kiss each finger delicately before taking off my sweater and making his way up my arm. A nervous wave washed over me as I found myself enjoying it. He pulled me close to his chest and I could feel his warm breath against my ear and his nose brush against the side of my neck as he pressed firm kisses on my pulse point. I closed my eyes with a flutter, hissing at the sudden contact as he gripped my arm and inhaled the coconut scent of my hair, pushing it over my ear and to one side. He ran a hot hand down my cheek and neck, over my chest and down to my waist here he massaged the curve before my hips. I felt a long wet muscle lap at the space behind my ear sensually and a whine found its way from the back of my throat. I was shivering with lust and he wasn’t making it any easier for me. “The only treasure I wanna steal right now is right here….” he breathed, cupping my breasts, putting the tiniest bit of pressure on my nipples. My breathing hitched as he massaged away. He slipped the other strap and pushed my shorts over my legs leaving me in my black laces. I was utterly vulnerable.

“You don’t have to steal it if it’s already yours.” I managed to get out in a hushed and intimate voice, his finger running down the valley between my breasts. He dragged a long tongue across the tops of my breasts and towered over me, casually undressing himself as he stared down at me.

“God, you’re beautiful…” He said kneeling before me, his hand running over my pelvis and down my clothed center. I gasped for air after noticing that I stopped doing so for a few moments. His silver tongue licked at the skin on the inside of my thighs; Each lick moving closer and closer to where I needed him to be. I sat up on my forearms to watch what he was doing until I felt a strong arm push me back. He pushed my lacey panties to the side, teasing me as he ran his thumb over my clit, exciting me with little effort. My breathing grew heavier as he gave me one deep long lick. I squealed at the surprising sensation, my eyes opening wide. He pulled them off completely before he continued brushing his tongue over a sensitive area. I tried to move my legs around but Sam had snaked his tattooed arms under my hips, holding me down in place. I bucked and cried as he enjoyed my overreactions from the simplest act. He growled into as he picked up the pace to something inhuman and my eyes shut so tight that I began to see white behind my lids. It felt as if I were unlocking some secret level of myself that had been kept hidden for a decade. I grabbed a handful of his hair as he sent me close to the edge and he gave a demonic growl that sent an unnatural swarm of butterflies to the pit of my stomach. When he stopped just as I was close, I groaned in a needy fashion. “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk…” he sucked his teeth with a perfect shit eating grin. With a satisfied moan, he brought his lips to my chest. He took a carefully calculated lap at the bud of my nipple, suddenly taking as much of my breast as he could fit between his perfectly shaped lips. He gave a dark chuckle at my reaction. He smirked before giving me a deep, passionate kiss. “You ready for me, Princess?” He asked me, clearly expecting an answer as he grasped his clothed erected muscle.

“Yes, sir….” I nodded feverishly and he hissed at the sound of my voice. My New York accent tended to come out when I spoke slowly.

“I think I like being called ‘Sir’...” he smirked. I watched him as his eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. “You think this….beautiful mouth of yours could do a bit of work for me while I clear those files up?” He said, brushing his thumb across my plump lower lip. It was almost like I didn’t have any control of my body. It wasn’t like I didn’t want this though. He placed a finger beneath my chin and guided my lips to his. I kissed his across his strong jawline and intimately over each tattooed bird on his neck leading to his chest and abs. All the way down to his pelvis and the top of his boxers. I grabbed the hem to pull them down but he grabbed my hand to stop me. “Slowly, Princess…” He told me, pushing my hair off of my face. I did as he asked and kissed a line along the hem of his boxers, slowly pulling them down his long, tanned legs as he started to put the papers in the folders to neatly stack on the corner of the desk. He took a sharp exhale as his hard member sprang from its confines. I grabbed it by the base and took a quick lick of the tip causing him to hiss a bit. I then understood how the reactions could be so amusing. After learning that, I only wanted to please him. To make him as equal of a mess as he had made me. So I continued licking, stroking it as I did. He took deep breaths of relief as I touched him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He began to moan. Obviously, I was doing something right. As I chuckled, my voice vibrated against him and he bucked his hips briefly. He smiled in bliss with closed eyes, his long thick dark lashes fluttering as he gripped the edge of the dark oak wood desk. I gagged a bit as his tip touched the back of my throat and he pulled out from me, a string of saliva hanging from him. “Bend over.” He commanded lowly, slapping the desk twice.

“Yes, sir…” I mewed as I stood. I turned around slowly and did exactly as he ordered, giving my ass a little shimmy in the process. He whistled before slapping it harshly, making me gasp.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today but my god…” He said as he played with me before gently easing himself into me. I felt a pressure in my pelvis that soon subsided after a bit of movement. He thrusted into me with care, as if I were fragile. The pain eased into pleasure very quickly and I began to want more. I groaned as he ran his hand down my spine. “Tell me what you want.” He growled.

“Faster.” My mouth spoke before I could even think. He picked up the pace to a steady rhythm but a tad more force. I grabbed my chest to settle my heart. I had never been so overwhelmed with such sensation. “Faster.” I spoke again. He pounded into me quickly with a deep growl. I could feel my back arch this time. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled tightly. My heart beat hard as it became harder for me to catch my breath. “Faster.” I whimpered. Any harder and I wouldn’t have had a reproductive system anymore. He let out an animalistic grunt as he pulled me up so that my back was arched against him, the back of my head resting on his shoulder as he rammed into me with demonic speed and power. I closed my eyes and I could see the white lights returning, lightly tearing. As I climbed my way to release, I snapped my head back. “Sammy, please..” I struggled to say.

“What was that?” He spoke roughly.

“Sam….please…”

“Please what?”

“Make me cum, baby please… please…” I croaked. With that, Sam’s seemed flashed pure black and he gently bit into my skin causing me pure bliss. I could feel a tear fall from the corners of my eyes as I approached climax. He grunted profanities as he sent the both of us over the edge and I cried out as if no one could hear me. He roared loudly as his grip tightened on my hip and breast.

“There she is…” He said out of breath, wrapping his arms around me, sweat trickling down his forehead as he smiled, pressing gentle kisses into my neck. I was truly glowing. I turned to kiss him and he moaned into my mouth. “God damn, girl!” He chuckled, slapping my ass before pulling out of me. He fell back into his wheeled chair as he pulled up his pants and leaned his head back. “Shit… I gotta quit smokin’.” He laughed as I began to dress myself. I was almost fully dressed when he pulled me into his lap.

“If you quit then I have to quit.” I said pushing my hair behind my ear.

“Mm… we’ll see how that works out for us.” He giggled, patting my bare thighs.

“I think we could do it!” I said feeling suddenly positive.

“For how long?” He groaned. I rolled my eyes. For a smart man, he could be so dumb sometimes. Shaking my head, I ran my fingers through his brown locks and kissed his forehead softly.

“Who the hell knows.” I patted his shoulder and stood up to grab our shirts, tossing his thin black tee shirt in his face. “You want lunch?”

“What cha makin’?” He asked me.

“I was gonna grill hot dogs. We can brainstorm and better your plan. Beer and smokes?” I said walking to the fridge and grabbing two beers.

“What happened to quitting?” He chuckled, lighting himself a cigarette as he accepted the beer.

“There’ll be time for that.” I smirked as I reached in the fridge for the hot dogs. I could hear him laughing as he opened the sliding glass doors to his backyard to start up the grill.

“You’re hilarious, sweetheart.” He said, taking a drag.

#uncharted 4 #sam drake x reader smut #sam drake #samuel drake x reader #samuel drake #uncharted smut #uncharted #sam drake fanfiction #uncharted x reader #sam drake smut

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nsfw alphabet: monsta x - i.m

(anonymous) - “Can I have an nsfw A-Z on changkyun?? Also I can’t wait for your blog to blow up and you start getting a lot of requests!!💖💖”

(thank you for the good wishes! i’m excited as well ❤️)

A - aftercare:

The time you two are finished will really shape what he does afterwards. If it’s before dark, he’d probably get up and make you both some food or jump in the shower (you’re invited to join, of course). If it happens to be late, he’d take you into his arms and refuse to let go while you two talked about anything and everything.

B - body part:

It might be an odd choice to some, but he really loves how cute your nose is. He thinks it shapes your face perfectly and deserves it’s spot as front and center. You don’t know this, but he tends to boop it while you aren’t awake.

On him, he would choose his hands. They were the part that had the capability to feel you best, to hold onto you in sweet and sensual moments. He loved to use them to make you cum just from his fingers. And, their attractiveness is a plus, too.

C - cum:

Most times he can resist cumming inside you because he wants to paint your chest or face. He loves watching it run down your body, leaving a glistening trail behind. Although, if he hadn’t seen you in a while he’d be sure to fill you up since it would give him a sense of home.

D - dirty secret:

He has a bit of a corruption kink. If you were already experienced it wouldn’t change anything, but he would still play out the fantasy in his mind. He’d love if you asked for guidance. He wants to know that he’s the only one that can turn you from innocent into a dirty slut just for him.

E - experience:

Changkyun has a little bit of experience, but is not really a player. In some aspects, he still needs to find everything he is/isn’t comfortable with. He’s willing to receive advice and guidance if you want a change. That being said, he doesn’t need to be taught, he knows what to do.

F - favorite position:

His favorite position would be one where he can pound into you and watch you bounce on him and his cock, but also have the chance to make you work for it. So, cowgirl or doggy.

G - goofy:

He doesn’t want to make intimate moments into some kind of joke, so for the most part he would want to keep sex seperate from times when you’re being funny. However, if there’s some kind of silly accident (like banging your heads against the headboard... he’ll never learn) and you comment on it, he’ll let out a “pfft” and a quick smile before getting back into the mood.

H - hair:

For the most part he is bare, with a carefully shaped patch above his dick. He won’t ever let it get too long, but it’s also not a prickly stubble. If it bothered you, he would shave it all, no questions asked.

I - intimacy:

He tries to make something special each time you have sex, even if he’s the only one that knows it’s happened. For example, he’ll switch up his fingering technique or spank you a different number of times each time. It’s mostly subconscious, though, so if you noticed something different and questioned it, he’d have no idea what you were talking about. It’s just a little quirk that makes him feel closer to you and gives him a sense of pride, control, comfort, and freshness. He prefers silent actions over large gestures like covering the bed in rose petals or something of the sort.

J - jack off:

He does masturbate, but would much rather have you there with your body instead of his hand. However, he will jack off even if you’re readily available, basically just because he can and wants alone time occasionally, as he does in the relationship anyway. Plus, if it’s early in the relationship he’s going to be doing it a lot, because he can imagine you doing things to him and vice versa that you might not have reached as a step yet.

K - kink:

This boy has a few secrets he wants to try in mind, but the one he’s going to crave is role-play. You don’t even need to get dressed up (though the sight of you would almost make him cum without a single touch). He just wants to escape reality for a second and focus on what he can have with you.

L - location:

You two usually find yourselves in the bedroom because it’s convenient and comfortable, but if you’re getting ready for any reason in the bathroom, he’ll sneak up behind you and take you there and then. He loves the shower, too, and pushing you against the shower walls, but watching you bent over the counter in front of the mirror would be one of his favorite sights and feelings. The bathroom overall is a nice private place that he likes to be in besides just a boring bed.

M - motivation:

You. I mean, look at you. You do things to him that he’ll never admit to you. You never fail to make him flustered and turned on. He loves teasing from you and teasing you back until neither of you can take it anymore. Another good (but bad) way to get him to take you ASAP is to make him jealous on purpose, but he’ll be somewhat mad afterwards.

N - no:

Besides the obvious, he wouldn’t really like food play. Sure messy can be good for him, and both eating and sex are pleasurable in their own ways, but mixing them just makes him want to gag. And, besides, both of you are sweet enough where he’d like to lick the juices up.

O - oral:

He’s more of a giver than a receiver, if he could stay in the moment of having his mouth on you forever, he would. But he definitely knows how to get you on your knees for him anytime, and isn’t afraid to face-fuck you if you’re comfortable with it.

P - pace:

On a regular basis, he’s usually on the more fast side once you work up to it. Don’t take this as he doesn’t appreciate every second. There are times where he wants to spend his time savoring you, like after certain date nights when all he wants is for you to know how much he is in love with you.

Q - quickie:

It’s not his favorite thing in the world, but he’s rather fond of being able to have you and then leave whichever room you’re in just to act like nothing happened. They usually only occur if you’re being a tease or his schedule is booked.

R - risk:

It’s not really his thing, he values privacy in life and sex. If the door doesn’t have a lock, he doesn’t want to do it. He can’t have anyone catching you two and seeing you all hot and fucked out the way you are for only him, can he? But, whether it counts as risk or not, he is more than willing to experiment whatever either of you want with you.

S - stamina:

He never wants to get things over with, but sometimes he just can’t last as long as others, especially if he’s put it off for a while. So he might finish fast, but that just means he has more energy to take you more times after he cums.

T - toy:

He loves them on him, but hates them on you. It’ll make him a bit insecure, almost as if he’s not good enough for you, so it’ll take some convincing. He enjoys you using vibrators on him, though. If you didn’t want to, he can live without it, since he isn’t blind to the fact that you might feel the same way he does.

U - unfair:

Teasing is so fun, exciting, and enticing to him. He can last a long time doing it, too. He’d make sure you get your fill in the end, though. It just might be a while until that ends up happening.

V - volume:

He’s not too loud, but pants a little and moans. There won’t be a lot of grunts, and even less whines. He usually asks if you’re okay or enjoying what he’s doing to you, which ties into the romantic aspect of things.

W - wild card:

He loves lazy morning sex. It’s something about the way the sun peeks through the blinds and gives your skin a slight glow as he feels you surround him. You’d wake up to him softly grinding against you, and if you ride him while holding him close, he wouldn’t be able to hold it in. He’d finger you to release afterwards, though. He wouldn’t want it to be fast, he needs his initial feeling in the morning to be taking in every inch of you and mentally making note of it. The perfect way to start a day.

X - x-ray:

Changkyun has about an average length and is a little more on the thicker side. He can fill you up nicely and he loves tapping it against you before he buries his dick inside you.

Y - yearning:

Changkyun might want you often, but you’d never know exactly how often cause sometimes he just doesn’t act on it. He knows pretty well how to differentiate when it’s a good time for both him and you and when it’d be better to just let the feelings he has pass. When you initiate things, it changes that story, but only slightly. He’s more likely to give in to his urges when you want him badly but not likely enough to drop everything if what he’s in the middle of is important.

Z - zzz:

Changkyun won’t necessarily be tired after you two have finished, but he wouldn’t mind falling asleep after. Only after he’d admired your resting form, though. He’d want to be the big spoon and rest his arm over yours, but he might move around slightly while he sleeps.

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00Q Kinktober - Day 11

Prompt List ;Ao3 Pairing: Bond x Q Prompt: Kitchen Warnings: Smut, No Beta

James swings by to Q-Branch to pick Q up for dinner, as is becoming a habit. The grin Q shoots to James as he walks through is becoming a habit, too. “Welcome Home, 007.”

James smiles back. “Good to be home, Q.” He steps closer. “Can I steal you away for dinner?” He might ask Q, but he looks to R for confirmation. She barely looks over her tablet and nods, making a lazy shoo gesture with her other hand. It makes James chuckle and Q puff up in offense, but he leaves easily enough so there must not be much that needs attention at the moment.

“Are you really intending to take me to dinner? Or can I convince you straight to my flat?” Q asks with mischief as they leave the building, taking James’ hand in a way that was too new to become a habit… yet, anyways.

James hums. “I could be convinced… but when have you eaten last?”

“Oh, recently, I’m sure,” Q tries to waive the concern off. It might have been more successful if his stomach hadn’t taken the moment to growl. James laughs.

“I’m going to assume that your kitchen is just as bare as I left it. Which means: take-out… Or, shall I invite you to mine?” James says it with level teasing, but Q nearly trips over his own feet in shock anyways.

“You’ll really let me?” Q asks. “We don’t have to, if you’re unsure?”

James just tugs Q closer to wrap an arm around his waist and keeps walking towards his vehicle. “It was never a big deal - I just have a roommate that normally intimidates my dates and is very particular about his belongings. You might have met him before - He also goes by a number and enjoys cursing in Russian.”

Q blinks up at him. “Alec. . . you live with Alec, which is why you’d never invite me over before?”

James nods, “No needs to sound incredulous. You know we’re close friends. We’re normally never in London at the same time so it doesn't get crowded. But we also don’t like to be surprised with unexpected houseguests. So we have rules. Well, rule. No conquests or strays are to be brought home.”

“So Alec won’t mind?”

James stops walking so he can cup Q’s face in his hand. “Surely you know, Q. You’re far more than a conquest. For either of us.”

Q blushes and clears his throat before turning forwards once more. “Well, then. Lead on.”

~*~

Once out of the elevator, James leads them straight to the open concept kitchen, removing his suit-jacket and draping it over the back of a barstool. He rolls up his sleeves while he checks the fridge and freezer for ingredients and pretends he doesn’t see how Q oggles the muscle tone on his forearms. “How does pasta sound?”

“Great.” Q offers his opinion as he steps around the bar to inspect the rest of the living space. The living room and kitchen were all one room, similar to his flat. However, where his place looked cluttered by books and cat hair, the Double-Oh’s place looks modern and sleek. Spartan. A flatscreen took up the majority of one wall in the living room, and the coffee table and couch was completely cleared of items. The kitchen was much the same - devoid of anything on the counter excluding a very expensive coffee machine.

Inspection over, Q steps over and wraps his arms around Bonds back, grinding his half-hard cock into James’ pert asscheek. James laughs and reaches back to squeeze a handful of Q’s. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to wait? Truly, I’ve other appetites I’m more interested in indulging at the moment.” Q gives a small bite to an edge of skin over James’ collar. Not enough to mark, just to tease.

James makes a cross between a groan and growl and twists out of Q’s hold just to come back close, wrapping one of his own arms around Q’s waist and slipping the other in Q’s hair. They kiss, fast and ravenous, as James guides Q’s back into the counter, using his hand in Q’s hair to get the slighter man just where he wants him.

“I’ve been convinced,” James speaks when the kiss breaks. “I only worry that you’re insatiable.”

Q pouts. “I’ve missed you.” He grinds into James like James needs more proof.

James laughs. “Alec has been gone on mission for a while too, hasn’t he? Our poor kitten, unfulfilled.”

Q nods mischievously and hikes himself onto the counter, “I’ve been so empty with the both of you gone. Fill me up?”

“Who am I to refuse?” James murmurs before he guides Q’s long legs to wrap around his waist and goes back to kissing Q, sucking marks on his throat when they both need a little air.

Q makes a fussy sound that James successfully interprets to mean there’s too much clothing between them. He goes for the buttons on his own shirt while Q tackles his cardigan, each man flinging clothing off as it comes free.

James jerks Q closer to the edge of the counter and starts working on the man’s trousers, getting them and his pants down around Q’s calves as Q flails and kicks off his shoes and toes the clothes off the rest of the way himself. Before Q can begin on James’ trousers, James pulls the packet of lube and condom out of his pocket.

Q snorts and raises an eyebrow before he gets his clever fingers to work on James’ button fly. James’ boops the younger man on the nose, “You’re the eager one here, darling, so you really shouldn’t be making fun of my preparedness.”

Q reaches into James’ pants to free his cock and give it a few pumps, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He suddenly dismounts from the counter and twists to bend himself over the granite, removing his glasses and putting them a safe distance away. “Come on; I want your cock.”

James growls and is quick to pin Q over and down by a hand in his hair and rips open the packet of lube with his teeth. One hand pours the cold liquid down on Q’s crack and asshole directly, making Q jump and moan, pressing his head into the cool of the granite in return. His cock starts drooling, dripping down the cabinet front, which he will try to be embarrassed about later.

James doesn’t hesitate to press a finger fully inside, sliding quickly in and out, rubbing the gel around Q’s rim before quickly pushing with two fingers this time. Q bucks back on the fingers, riding the digits as much as James’ grip in his hair allows, fucking himself. “Yes, yes,” He mumbles into the granite, fingers slipping across the surface as he tries to find somewhere to grip. If he stretches far enough, he can grip one side of the counter, which he does, so that he can get more leverage.

More scissoring and twisting, then suddenly James’ s gloved cock is pressing in at his entrance. Q sucks in his breath and releases it explosively, relaxing as he does. James takes it as the invitation it is, and slides in on one smooth glide.

“God, yes… This.” Q hisses and rotates his hips as much as the position afford him. “I’ve missed this.”

James bends over to chuckle in Q’s ear, nipping any flesh he can get near his mouth, “Me too, darling. Me too.”

He stands upright starling quickly, one hand clenching into Q’s side so Q can’t move and inch, cock still impaling him. And then he just stays still.

Q whines and tries to wiggle, rolling his forehead back and forth against granite countertop. He can feel James’ cock twitch inside him. Can feel how James suppresses a thrust into a small hitch. “James, please! Please, James. Don’t make me wait. Please!”

After another moment, James sighs and releases his unrelenting grip, slipping both hands around and down Q’s flat back, gun calluses rubbing just right against all that flushed skin. “Okay, Kitten. Shh-shh. Okay, darling. Here we go.” He takes the wings of Q’s hip bones into both hands so that he can’t slam them into the edges of the counters and begins to thrust, swift and purposeful, changing the angle bit by bit until it glances that spot inside.

Q shouts; moans and tilts his hips just right so James can keep hitting that angle as he goes. Perfect. “Perfect. James, please, James. Oh, I’m close. So close.” The last ends in a whine as Bond pulls Q back on the latest thrust to meet him, skin clapping at the impact before Bond grinds and there!

Q comes in a flash of white behind his closed eyelids, fingers and ass spasming as he rides his release in a way that triggers James’ as well. They stay there and breathe for a moment before Q reaches for his glasses.

His hands find something else - metallic but warm to the touch. He opens his eyes in surprise and makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Is this my beretta?”

James shifts more of his own weight back onto his own feet, slipping gently out of Q’s clenching heat. “I believe it’s considered my beretta,” He speaks evenly as he removes and disposes of his condom.

Q ignores his quip and steamrolls on, “What is my beretta doing in your kitchen when it should be back in the equipment locker?” He turns around to lean against the counter, beretta in hand aimed in the air as he brings it closer to his face, the better to examine the scratched sides. “Any why does my beretta look like it’s been scraped down the roadside?” His eyes cut up in James’ direction in ire when James just chuckles.

“I accidentally left it in my back holster. I put it down on the counter before my trousers slipped down my legs.”

“I hope you realize I don’t believe that for a moment. And that still doesn’t explain this damage.” Q glares.

James retrieves Q’s glasses and gently slips them on Q’s face as he takes the gun back. “Why don’t I tell you over dinner?”

#ooq fic #00Q #00q fanfiction #james bond #quartermaster

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Twenty

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: warning for smut

Lev was out of the car before it stopped fully, bouncing up the steps. It didn’t take much to figure out they were in the kitchen. Cameron was holding Eden, so Lev made a beeline for Nik and threw himself in Nik’s arms. Nik rocked back a step, before hugging Lev back.

Lev kissed him hard, before pulling back and saying seriously, “I missed you.” He could practically see the cocky comment in Nik’s eyes, and kissed him again to shut him up before he ruined Lev’s moment. When he broke the kiss, he booped his forehead against Nik’s. “I can’t believe you’re up at ten in the morning.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t have much choice.”

“Baby,” Lev said knowingly, before trying to pull away. Nik’s arms around his waist kept him in place. He looked back up at Nik, a whine building in his throat. “Nik, let me go see the baby.”

“Use your eyes, I can see the baby from here.”

“I wanna hold her,” Lev whined back. “You can have your turn when she goes down for her nap and I have to put her down.”

Nik considered that. “That’s a dangerous proposal,” he warned.

“Worth it for the baby,” Lev said, knowing damn well he was going to regret it later. “Niiiiik.”

“Leeeeev,” Nik mocked in the same tone.

“For gods’ sakes, Nik, let him go,” Cameron said.

That did the trick, though Nik didn’t look happy about letting Lev go. Lev cooed at Eden the moment Cameron handed her over. Once she was settled properly in his arms, he leaned into Cameron briefly, and pressed his face to Cameron’s neck, breathing deep. “Missed you too.”

Raziel chose that moment to walk in the kitchen, Reneé on her heels.

“Look who I found,” Raziel said mildly.

“What are you doing here?” Lev asked, bouncing Eden lightly before kissing her forehead. She babbled at him through her washcloth. Lev decided not to ask about that.

“I was kidnapped and held against my will,” Reneé replied solemnly.

“Reneé, really,” Raziel chided.

“They insisted I stay since I’ve been bouncing from couch to couch while Amara has her heat.” Reneé flicked Nik and Cameron both a look, a teasing glint in her grey eyes. “Do I have your permission to stay with my grandmother now?”

“I guess,” Nik said.

Cameron’s dismissive “Whatever,” didn’t escape Lev’s notice, but Lev just wandered over to Nik’s side to snuggle up against him. Nik pressed a kiss to Lev’s shoulder, and if Lev hadn’t been holding Eden, he probably would have turned around to kiss Nik again.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Raziel said lightly, “But I was wondering if I could get some help unloading my car? I don't know where to put the boxes, and I didn’t want to just leave it in your foyer.”

“Go help her, Nikolas,” Cameron ordered.

Lev whined softly, but stepped away so Nik could go. He pressed his face against Eden, blowing raspberries on her cheek. Not seconds later Cameron reached for Eden. Lev pulled back, sticking out his bottom lip.

“You had her for a whole day,” Lev whined.

“So?” Cameron asked, arching a brow.

“My turn.” Lev spun in a small circle, holding her close and listening to her giggle. “She missed me too.”

“Then you shouldn’t have gone,” Cameron said without sympathy.

“I had to. None of us are baby experts, and we didn’t have anything for babies.” Lev scooted back again, humming. “Won’t do it again if I can help it. Missed her too much. But I got a bunch of books on taking care of babies and blankets basically every baby in my family has used, and toys and all that stuff.”

“Do you think I can’t afford any of that?”

Lev shot him a look. “It’s about the sentimentality of it. Besides, it’d go to waste if we didn’t use it. There’s no reason to get new things every time you need something.”

Cameron rolled his eyes, and reached for her again. Lev pulled away, baring his teeth at Cameron. It was an empty threat, and he knew they both knew it, but it made him feel better anyway. Not that it did anything. Cameron just bared his back, and his were definitely more impressive.

-----

After unloading all the shit in the baby’s room, Nik found his way back to the kitchen. Cameron once again had Eden and Lev was pouting while holding his shoulder. Nik quickly assessed the room and then rose his brows. “Did Cam bite you?”

“He took the baby too,” Lev said, mournfully.

Cameron looked at Lev passively while lightly bouncing Eden. “You should have given me my baby,” he said, glibly. Eden kept blissfully chewing on her washcloth, watching them like some afternoon sitcom.

“She’s my baby, too,” Lev sulked.

Cameron’s smile was just enough to show a hint of fang. “You’re welcome to try to take her from me.”

Nik barely heard Lev’s mumble of, “That’s not fair.”

Hmm.

Nik said, “Does this mean you’re free?”

Lev had looked at Nik and opened his mouth, when Cameron cut in, “Yes it does.”

Lev turned to look at Cameron with the utmost almost comical look of betrayal Nik had seen. But before he could get a word in, Nik hooked his fingers in Lev’s jeans and went to drag him out of the room, humming.

Lev stumbled and squawked at him when he pulled Lev into the nearest bedroom. Nik grinned at him. “Sit, stay and be a good boy. I’ll be right back.”

Nik turned around and started for his own bedroom, knowing full well that Lev went to sit on the bed like the good boy he was. He went for the pink collar on the dresser and went back to indeed find Lev sitting on the bed. He dangled it out on a finger. “Put this on.”

Lev looked torn between clearly doing what he was told and being a brat before the brat won out. “You put it on me,” he half pouted.

“Hmm.” Nik thought about it, but just stood there in the end, not budging an inch before saying, “But you look so pretty putting it on. Do it for me.”

Nik almost saw the flip switch in Lev’s head as he came and did as told. He was a flustery mess as he slipped the collar in place, cheeks flushing a pale gold, unable to keep Nik’s eye contact. Those golden eyes met his once more, shly, looking for approval. Nik grinned. “Perfect.”

Nik hooked his fingers in Lev’s belt loops when Lev almost preened at the compliment. He slipped his hands up and cradled Lev’s face to kiss him hard on the mouth. Lev just opened his mouth, letting Nik have his way with him.

Nik only pulled back when he knew Lev was as breathless as he was, which- they were angels, so Nik didn’t even know how long he had stood there just kissing Lev. It wasn’t like he could make out with Cameron. Lev’s arms were still hooked loosely around Nik’s neck while they caught their breaths. “Hi,” Nik said.

“Hi,” Lev said back, going to press his face against Nik’s neck, dropping kisses along his skin.

Nik only angled his head, letting Lev have better access to his throat. After a bit, Nik said, “So I met Silas yesterday.”

Lev hummed contentedly, saying, “How is he?” Before Nik could give an answer, Lev pulled back. “Is he mad at me? That I just vanished?”

“No,” Nik said, slipping his hand down the waistband of Lev’s jeans. “He was a bit worried about you, but I told him you were fine.”

“Good, I don’t want him to worry,” Lev said, going back to snuggle against Nik’s neck.

Nik let himself enjoy the feeling of Lev’s warm breath on his skin before he eventually said, “Learned some new things. About you. And your ass.”

Lev pulled back again, and looked at him almost bewildered. “What exactly has Silas been saying about me?”

“Hmm.” Nik’s hand slipped deeper into the front of Lev’s pants enough Lev started squirming. “Many things. Surprising things. Why don’t you tell me what he said?”

“Are you talking about the fisting thing?”

Nik blinked and then blinked again. “Okay, stick a pin in that conversation, but no. That is not what I’m talking about.”

“Then I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was Lev’s only response. “Just tell me what he said.”

“Ugh, killjoy.” Nik sighed. “Why don’t you tell me why you neglected to mention you were verse.”

Lev blinked at him a few times, clearly trying to process what the hell Nik was saying. “...you never asked?”

“‘You never asked’ he says,” Nik said, grinding the butt of his palm against Lev’s dick. “Well I’m asking now. I be lazy and you’re making me do the work. Your dick could have been in my ass this whole time.”

Lev grabbed onto Nik’s wrist, whining, “Niiik.” When Nik just flicked his brows up, Lev said, “Silas was the only guy I ever topped. No one else gave me the chance and it’s been fifty years.”

Nik took that as a good enough excuse if only because he wanted to shove Lev down on the bed. Nik climbed up on him and kissed him again. His hand was still shoved down between Lev’s legs while he had his tongue down Lev’s throat.

Lev was already moaning and clinging to Nik. Nik was already moving to pin Lev’s wrists above his head, letting Lev lift his hips to grind against Nik’s hand. Nik let go of him only long enough to work Lev’s jeans down to his knees before removing his own. They both still had their hoodies on and Nik didn’t care enough to remove them. Lev’s hands were still above his head when Nik climbed back on top of him.

After a moment, Nik slipped his hand under Lev’s shirt and hoodie, making a pleased hum when Lev started squirming under him the closer he got to one of Lev’s nipples. “Sensitive?” he asked.

Lev’s only response was a high-pitched whine. “Niiik.”

“Hm?” he asked, flicking the hard nipple gleefully feeling Lev’s hips trying to buck. Nik decidedly pulled the zipper to Lev’s hoodie and hummed approvingly at the band tee Lev was wearing. “Stealing my clothes, are we?”

“It smelled like you and I wasn’t going to see you for twenty-four hours.”

“Oh? And what about Cam?”

Lev’s eyes were absolutely huge. “Cameron’s still in my bag,” he admitted.

“Ha, you’re so whipped,” Nik said, as if he wouldn’t have done the exact same thing. He continued peeling Lev out of the hoodie and shoved the shirt up so he could have better access to Lev’s flushed chest. He watched it rise and fall before decidedly biting down on Lev’s nipple hard enough to draw a startled moan out of him.

When Lev’s hands moved to Nik’s hair, he pulled back and pinned them over Lev’s head once more. “I didn’t say you could move, Princess.”

Lev whined halfheartedly, wiggling under him, but he kept his hands planted above his head. When Nik was sure Lev wasn’t going to move, he went back to biting at Lev’s nipples and grinding against him.

Lev whined yet again, “Niiiik. Pleaseee.”

“Hmm, please what?” Nik asked, biting harder.

Lev sucked in a breath. “Please. More.” Lev stopped enough that Nik looked up to see the defeated look of someone who said something they clearly had not meant to say.

“More?” Nik asked twisting his nipple. “Is that what you said?”

Lev’s back arched. “Yes.”

“More what? You’re going to have to be more specific, Levant,” Nik teased, as if he wasn’t on the verge of combusting as well. He had gone days without getting fucked and he was getting pissy. Unfortunately for Lev, he was on the receiving end of Nik’s antics.

It wasn’t like Cameron would let him tease him like this.

“More anything.”

Nik’s brows flicked up. “Anything, huh?”

He could see Lev’s thought process about the implications of giving Nik that kind of power. In the end he just nodded and said, “Anything.”

Nik hummed and moved down to Lev’s hard cock between his legs and stroked him slowly. He watched Lev’s eyes closed, listened to him moan before abruptly stopping and pulling back. “Better?” he asked. “There’s your ‘anything’.”

Lev looked betrayed. “What do you want from me, Nik?”

“I do not know,” Nik mused, a smile quirking. “So I’m going to play with you until I figure it out.” Lev looked surprised that Nik didn’t have a plan. “What?” Nik said, a little defensively. “I’ve been busy taking care of a screaming infant.”

Nik didn’t give Lev a chance to respond and leaned over him and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue sliding between Lev’s lips instantly while he kept playing with Lev’s nipples. Lev could only kiss him back, arching into Nik’s mouth as best as he could despite Nik holding him in place.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Lev asked, when Nik pulled back.

Nik chewed on his lip. “Uh, no. I want you to fuck me.”

Lev blinked. “I mean, I can do that if you want me to.”

“Oh, excellent,” Nik said. He flipped them over and motioned to the jeans still bunched at Lev’s knees. “Better get those off, then.”

----

Lev slid off the bed long enough to start pushing his pants the rest of the way. “Help me?” he asked Nik. He could see the lingering impulse to tease on Nik’s face, but Nik was merciful for once, and just scooted forward far enough to help with the shirt and hoodie. As he did he peppered kisses along Lev’s skin, drawing soft whines from him. Not that Lev wanted him to stop. He had to bite back a protest when Nik pulled back to pull off his own hoodie and shirt.

Lev pressed a hand to Nik’s chest, tracing the muscle there briefly before pushing lightly against him to see if he’d lay back on the bed again. Nik went willingly, to Lev’s surprise. After a moment, Lev crawled up after him, settling between Nik’s knees. He ran his hands up Nik’s thighs, letting out a shaky breath.

He almost flinched when Nik’s fingers brushed his, blinking at Nik. “Right. I’m- yeah. It’s just been a while, that’s all,” Lev said with an apologetic smile.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

Lev stuck out his tongue at Nik, before admitting, “I’ve also never topped an omega.” He blinked, and then snorted. “Technically, I’ve only ever topped an alpha.”

“Well, if you stop dodging, you can say you have topped an omega,” Nik replied.

“Right. Right. I should- yeah.” Lev shook his head, and then leaned forward to kiss Nik softly. He slid his hands up Nik’s sides and then back down again before pulling back again. He could feel his own slick sliding down his thighs, reminding him what exactly he should be paying attention to. With that in mind he teased at Nik’s hole, easing a finger in.

“I- is this okay?” he asked abruptly.

When Lev looked up, Nik’s eyes were closed, but Nik still nodded and said, “Yeah,” so Lev took that as permission to press deeper, using Nik’s slick to ease the way as he added another finger.

Lev felt better by the time he was sure Nik was well stretched. It helped he could tell Nik was enjoying himself; Nik was free with his moans, and more than once Nik’s back arched when Lev’s fingers pushed particularly deep. Lev braced his free hand on Nik’s hip, dragging his thumb across Nik’s skin as he paused.

“You want me to fuck you now?” He asked quietly.

“Mmmhmm,” Nik said, just as quiet.

Lev pressed a kiss to his stomach, and then pulled his fingers free so he could line himself up and press in. Even that brief moment where he was empty was enough for Nik to whine at him, but the sound cut off pretty quick when Lev’s dick filled him.The feeling of Nik tight around him left Lev breathless, but he just leaned close, draping himself across Nik as he rocked into him. He slid his hands up Nik’s arms until he could link fingers with Nik, kissing him the whole time.

One of Nik’s legs wrapped around Lev, pulling him deeper. Unable to help himself, Lev gave a low groan. “Nik, I-” Lev pressed his face against Nik’s shoulder, breathing hard. “I’m-”

“Don’t,” Nik ordered.

Lev whined high in the back of his throat. “Nik,” he panted, trying for pleading.

All Nik said was another firm, “Don’t.”

Lev stilled for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. He nuzzled against Nik’s neck, and then mumbled, “Can I bite?”

Nik’s “Yeah,” was breathless, but permission enough for Lev. He bit down lightly as he rolled his hips experimentally. “You can bite harder,” Nik told him when that was all Lev did.

Lev nipped him even lighter, before saying, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

---

Cameron had spent the last hour in the kitchen with Eden in peace, not having to listen to either Nik or the baby whine for once in the last twenty-four hours. Eden contentedly chewed on her washcloth while watching Cameron clean from her spot in her highchair, periodically babbling at him for attention. Which he gave her, if only because she would then start screeching at him if he ignored her for too long. And he was enjoying the peace and quiet too much to risk it.

Eden’s wiggling got his attention from the remaining dishes. When Cameron didn’t give her the attention she wanted fast enough, she smacked her little hand against the tray, babbling angrily at him around her washcloth. Cameron shushed her and went to pick her up after drying off his hands. “I know,” he muttered, going to the cabinets, “You’re hungry.”

Eden squawked and smacked him in the face. Cameron sighed and just looked in the cabinets. “And what are we feeding you today?” he asked, mostly to himself, before picking out a couple of fruits and then some meat from the fridge. “You can keep yourself entertained with the hamburger while I mush these up,” he said, sitting her back in the highchair.

She wiggled in her chair, stuffing her face gleefully while simultaneously sending meat flying, watching Cameron mush the bananas and cooked apples into something edible for the little monster to eat.

Nik and Lev eventually came to grace them with their appearance; Lev in the shirt Nik was wearing when Cameron sent them away and Nik now completely bare except for the jeans that sat at his hips. Cameron lifted a brow at the borderline smug look on Lev’s face while sitting across from Eden. “You going to stop being so pissy now?” he directed at Nik, scooping up some fruit and going to feed the baby.

Nik wrinkled his nose while Lev peeled away from Nik’s side and went to kiss the top of Eden’s head before lightly biting down on Cameron’s bare shoulder in what Cam assumed was meant to be some form of affection. Cam let Lev get a step away before decidedly hooking an arm around Lev’s waist and pulling him back to sit on his lap. Cameron ignored the raised brows from Nik and focused on feeding Eden, listening to Lev quietly purr contentedly in his lap.

Cameron had gotten a few bites of food in Eden’s mouth when he felt Nik’s chin on his shoulder. “We going to talk about how you’re literally so tired you’re just in a pair of pajama bottoms?”

“Nope,” Cameron said, putting a spoonful of bananas in Eden’s mouth, watching her smear the meat fruit mixture on the tray with her hands. When Nik started to protest, Cameron shoved a spoonful of smooshed bananas in Nik’s mouth. “Stop talking.”

Nik muttered something Cameron chose to ignore and promptly kissed Cameorn’s cheek, knowing that it would irritate him before going to the opposite end of the counter with a cup of coffee. “So, I learned that Lev is verse from Silas,” Nik said.

“I know he is,” Cameron replied, getting another spoonful in Eden’s mouth.

“You what?” Nik started. “...were you going to share this with the rest of the class?”

Cameron just shrugged. “You didn’t ask,” he said, before he heard a small “That’s what I said,” from Lev.

“Not my fault you're not that experienced.”

Nik choked. “I am too experienced,” he said, defensively enough Cameron smiled a bit.

“Then how didn’t you know?” he asked, mildly.

“You’re bullying me,” Nik accused.

Cameron elected to ignore him and smothered a yawn building in his throat while watching Eden stuff more meat in her mouth. Lev flicked him a concerned look, but wisely didn’t say anything, just leaned back against Cameron’s chest and pressed his face in his neck.

------

“I think we should just leave her in her diaper when she eats until...” Lev frowned at Eden, who was a mess. “She learns not to make a mess?”

Cameron bit down lightly on his shoulder. Lev wiggled happily, humming softly. He watched Eden crack a big yawn, and twisted a little to look up at Cameron.

“I think it’s nap time,” he said, wondering if Cameron was going to let him up or not. Cameron leaned back, letting Lev go. Lev freed Eden from the high chair, kissing the top of her head. “Come on, bitty girl, lets go get you cleaned up.”

Neither of them followed Lev, which didn’t surprise him. He didn’t mind; he wanted more time with Eden, even if she was getting rather cranky. She didn’t appreciate being stripped down and cleaned up, and she didn’t appreciate him changing her diaper or wrestling her into a long sleeved purple onesie either. (Where on earth all the black and grey clothes had come from, Lev didn’t know, but he suspected it was Cameron’s doing.)

She settled somewhat fussily when he sat down in the rocking chair, though she was quite content to take the stuffed animal he offered her. It went right into her mouth, which he expected, but it kept her from fussing any more, so he turned on some music.

It didn’t take her more than fifteen minutes to fall asleep on his shoulder, snuffling quietly as the stuffed giraffe fell into Lev’s lap. Lev held her longer than that anyway, telling himself it was to be sure she was really asleep while he rocked back and forth gently. Eventually he had to get up, carefully laying her down and laying a light blanket over her. She looked adorable in sleep, like she wasn’t an absolute monster the rest of the time.

He padded back into the kitchen, unsurprised to find Cameron was finishing up lunch for the rest of them. He wandered over, pressing close briefly before saying, “After lunch it's your turn for a nap.”

Cameron flicked him a look. “I’m fine.”

Lev met his gaze steadily. “You need sleep. The baby’s asleep, you’ve made us lunch, there’s no reason not to take a nap.”

“I’m not a child. I don’t need a nap.”

“Adults can take naps too, and yes you do.” Lev chewed on his bottom lip, and added, “Please?”

Cameron hesitated. “I have too much to do.”

“It’s not going anywhere,” Lev replied. “I can clean the kitchen up from lunch. And if it’s paperwork stuff, I can try to help with some of that. You can do the rest when you get up.”

Nik cut in. “Cameron, get some sleep. It’s what we want.”

It was like a switch flipped. All Cameron said was, “Okay.”

Somehow Lev still didn’t quite feel content. He felt like they’d cheated, or something, though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He touched Cameron’s elbow lightly. “Thank you,” he said hesitantly, and then retreated to Nik’s side, snuggling into him. Nik’s arms went around him, a comforting weight.

Cameron eventually brought several sandwiches to the table. They were subs, impressively large, and made with very fancy meat, Lev was quite sure. Lev pulled away from Nik reluctantly, settling down in his seat. Lunch was quiet, though Lev could see Nik watching Cameron the entire time.

When Cameron was finished, Lev tapped the back of his hand to get his attention. “Make me a list of things you want me to do?” He asked. “I’ll get as much as I can done.”

Cameron grunted in acknowledgement and went to grab a pen and a piece of paper. Lev watched the growing list with apprehension. Cameron hadn’t been kidding when he said he had too much to do. That, or he was being very very petty right now.

When Lev glanced over at Nik, he was definitely amused at Lev’s plight. Lev stuck his tongue out at Nik, who did the same. All Cameron said was, “Children,” but Lev turned back to him anyway.

Once the list was done, Lev slid it over to himself. “I’ll get it done,” he promised. “Go get some sleep.” He hesitated, and then said as firmly as he could manage, “At least a couple of hours.”

“Okay,” Cameron said. To Lev’s relief, he actually got up and left.

Lev peered down at the list, and sighed softly. “Can you help me with any of this?” He finally asked Nik.

Nik scoffed. “You’re the one that volunteered for this.”

“A simple no would have been enough,” Lev said, annoyed. He stood to get started on the kitchen. “Fine. Go keep an ear out for Eden in case she wakes up.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Nik protested.

Lev just shot him a look and went back to cleaning.

Nik came over and wrapped his arms around Lev’s waist. “Leeeev.”

Lev sighed. “I have a very long list of things to do, Nik.”

Nik buried his face in Lev’s neck. “Please? I didn’t mean it. Kind of.”

“A very long list, Nikolas. For the boyfriend who looked half dead on his feet.” Lev leaned back into him anyway. “You don’t need to tease me for trying to be nice.”

Nik stepped back, not saying anything at all. That was enough Lev turned around, concerned.

“Nik?” Lev finally said, cautious.

“I didn’t mean to mock you,” Nik said, turning to look at the list from the table. “I was just kidding. What do you want me to do?”

Lev winced. “I didn’t-” He twisted, watching Nik. “I thought you were serious.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “I can’t tell when you’re joking, Nik.” Not always, anyway.

Nik shrugged a little. “It’s fine. I’ll go ahead and take care of the bar count for the club.”

Lev hesitated, before wandering over. He pressed his face to Nik’s shoulder, and then said, “I can do the cleaning stuff quick and easy. I’m gonna need help more on the paperwork; I don’t know enough about how the club is run yet to be confident in that.”

Nik ran his fingers through Lev’s hair. “I’ll show you what I can. Cam usually does the club stuff because he doesn't trust other people doing his job.”

“Sounds like Cameron,” Lev mumbled, before looking up at Nik. “I know I’ve been kinda irritable lately, and I’m- I don’t mean to be. It’s not you.”

Nik gave him a chaste kiss. “It's fine. I'm used to it and we're all allowed to be a little pissy.”

“Hmm.” Lev nuzzled under his jaw, and then sighed. “You shouldn’t be used to it, and I shouldn’t take it out on you. That’s not fair. And before you say it, I know the world is not fair, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be.”

Nik patted Lev’s cheek, sighing. “What should we do first?”

Lev looked back down at the list. “If you get started on the paperwork, I’ll knock out the kitchen. And then the rest of the cleaning? And then I’ll come help you with the paperwork.” He looked up at Nik. “He made the list long to be petty, didn’t he?”

The smile Nik gave him was small and crooked. “It’s Cameron. What did you think would happen when we forced him to take a nap?”

Lev shrugged. “I want to get it all done. All of it. So he can’t complain.”

“I’m sure he'll find something to complain about.”

Lev huffed. “Well, if he does, I’ll be impressed. And a little annoyed. We’re trying to be nice. Or I am, anyway.” He wandered back over to the dishes. “We should probably check on Eden pretty often. I don’t want her waking him up.”

“That would be... bad.”

“Yeah. I know.” Lev shook his head. “We should get as much done as we can before she wakes up, too.”

“Oh yeah." Nik smiled. "The demon baby does enjoy monopolizing all of our attention.”

“Mm. Amara was like that as a baby.”

“'It is a little weird that my current boyfriend knows what my ex girlfriend was like as an infant,” Nik mused.

Lev snorted. “That’s what you get for dating my baby cousin.”

“Okay but she’s like 3 years older than me. How much older than me are you?”

Lev glanced at Nik. “I’m a hundred and thirty-six, Nik. Thirty-seven in February. You do the math.”

Nik wheezed. “Stars, Silas was not kidding.”

Lev winced. “I don’t even want to know.”

---

Nik managed to knock through three fourths of the paperwork before he decided to go check on Eden. He pushed open the door, and frowned when he saw her gnawing on a fucking stuffed giraffe. Nearly tearing through it’s poor neck. “Stars, Eden,” Nik said, going to wrench the animal away from her tiny jaws. “What did that creature ever do to you?” Eden instantly started getting worked up, starting to squawk. Before she woke up Cameron, Nik shoved the half dead thing back in her mouth and picked her up from her crib. “Okay, if you start eating me your fathers will be so displeased,” Nik said, keeping her tiny jaws of death away from his neck. “Go ahead and keep eating that awful mutilated giraffe. Maybe then you’ll not kill me in my sleep.”

Eden babbled at him around the giraffe in her mouth, gnawing and yanking on the damn stuffed animal. Nik repressed a shudder and carried the little demon child to the kitchen. Lev stared at him in horror before instantly taking Eden out of his arms. “She’s going to choke,” he said, going over to the drawer to swap out the half eaten giraffe with a wooden spoon. Lev kissed Eden’s cheek and cooed, “Good morning, baby.”

Nik stared at him. “So instead you give the tiny monster a wooden spoon from Cameron’s kitchen?” he said. “You better pray that Cameron never finds out about this. He’s anal about his shit.” Nik has cooked in this damn kitchen one time and Cameron nearly had a coronary at the mess Nik made.

“Cameron is anal about everything,” Lev said. “Go get her another toy she can chew on.”

“Okay, see,” Nik said haughtily, “You can talk to me like that, but I wouldn’t advise ever talking to Cam like that.” He turned around and went to the nursery to grab the toy bear on the changing table and went to switch it out for the spoon. “Here you go, you little monster; chew away.”

Eden blissfully gnawed away at the bear’s ear while Nik went to wash the spoon thoroughly. “He’s going to know,” he muttered under his breath. “The bastard always does.”

“What else do we need to do?” Lev asked.

“I got to finish up the rest of the paperwork,” Nik said, inspecting the spoon for tiny demon bite marks. “And then anything else that you haven’t done, I guess.” Nik ran his fingers over the groove checking for indents.

“What are you doing, Nik?” Lev asked, with utter confusion.

Nik pointed at him with the spoon. “Listen. I will not go down for that little beast. I’m checking for indents.”

“...She doesn’t have teeth yet, Nik.”

“I’m failing to see the point of that statement,” Nik said. “She has jaws of death, does she not?”

“SHe does not,” Lev said, booping her on the nose. “She has baby jaws.”

“Okay,” Nik said. “She has baby jaws of death.”

Lev’s only response to Nik’s observation was to roll his eyes. “Go ahead and finish the paperwork. I’ll watch Eden until you’re done, and then you can play with her while I finish the housework. Hopefully most of this will be done by the time Cameron wakes up.”

Nik had opened his mouth to answer when Eden yanked sharply on one of the little bows attached to the collar around Lev’s neck. Lev made a little choked sound when Nik said, “I should have known you had a choking kink.”

“Not from my daughter, I don’t.” He unhooked Eden’s fingers from the collar before taking it off and sitting it on the table next to Nik. “You can put this back on me when she goes to bed,” Lev said.

“Mmm.” Nik fingered the little bows on the collar before looking back at Lev and Eden. “Noted.”

-------

Cameron felt like he had fifty tons of bricks dropped on him when he woke up and his head was fuzzy. Irritation sliced through him when he forced himself to get out of bed and wash his face before making his way to the kitchen. He hadn’t cared enough to get his hair neat, and he went straight for the list he had left Lev and Nik at the counter.

“What’s left?” Cameron said, to either of them sitting at the counter.

“Well good morning,” Nik said.

Cameron cut him a sharp look. “Well?”

“Nothing,” Lev said, from beside him. He didn’t miss the faint pleased look on his face.

“Oh?” Cameron asked. “Is that right.” He looked through the list one more time. “Who did the paperwork.”

“I did,” Nik said, with a tone of defense.

“Bring it to me,” he said, going to inspect the kitchen. He could feel Nik’s eyes watching him to the point Cameron flicked him a look. “What did you do.”

“Nothing,” Nik said, far too quickly to be telling the truth. “I’m gonna- go get those papers.” Nik got up and quickly disappeared out of the kitchen.

He turned on Lev. “What did you do. I leave you both alone in my kitchen for several hours, because you idiots forced me to take a nap,” he said, sharply. “What did you do to my kitchen.”

“Nik’s nervous because I let Eden hold a wooden spoon for two minutes while he went to get her another stuffed animal to chew on. Nothing happened.”

Cameron’s eyes narrowed and he went for the drawer with the spoons and looked through them. He inspected each one before putting them all in the trash can. “See that I ever take a nap again with either of you in this damn house,” he said. “Did she put her mouth on anything else?” he asked. “Did you let her lick the stove top while you were at it?”

“If she did would you throw that out to? And no she didn’t, she just chewed on my collar and you’re not throwing that away.”

“Yes, I would,” Cameron bit out. “And yes, I will.” Cameron scooped the collar from the counter top and had it in the trash, and Lev looking pissed when Nik walked in with the paperwork.

Nik’s eyes were wide as he looked between them. “....okay. So. You know.”

“Well it doesn’t take a half brain-dead genius to figure out why you are so fucking jumpy,” Cameron said. “You fucking know better than to mess up my gods damned kitchen, Nikolas.” He could almost see Nik shrink internally at the tone coming from Cameron.

“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me,” Lev said, sharply, getting up to get between him and Nik. “Nik didn’t do anything.”

Cameron gave him a cold look. “Fine,” Cameron said. “Then get the fuck out of my house.”

“Cam,” Nik said.

Lev looked surprised, and angry. “Fine. Then I’m taking the baby with me.”

He chokeholded his instinct to take Eden from him and snap Lev’s neck right there. “Fine,” he bit out. “Go.” He flicked a look at the sentry who was watching from the kitchen doorway. “Get him out of here. Now.”

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Hewwo! Its day 8th of Whumptober~ Oooo so spooky~

This is actually a small au @nemesis-is-my-middle-name and I were talking about the other day! Based on this post but with a lot more magic and a ton of responsibility

Stab Wound

The branch twists and wraps around his thigh, taking hold of it in a tight, furious grip that only dug its thorns in deeper into his skin when Arthur yanked back. It would have worked, Arthur could argue.

Had it not been for the hole in his leg the tree was attempting to stab through.

He couldn’t even hiss, the poisons seeping into his skin and paralyzing the muscles . Nerves screaming, burning with such an intensity that Arthur could hardly see straight. Much less for the dim white moonlight barely lighting a path, Arthur was blinded from the tears stinging at his eyes.

coiling up his leg and pressing its thorns deeper, the branch splits into subsections, and yet the numbness barely masking said twigs and branches puncturing his veins. The plunge forcing Arthur to his knees.

His hands shake, trembling viciously from its burn, similar to his scrambling thoughts. “A yokai? A monster with- AHH-!” He screams, and at the same time it’s stuck there.

Arthur digs for his bag, tousled to the side and barely out of reach. Grinding his teeth and clawing at the dirt for the blade hanging off the side.

C’mon, cmon, cmon, cmon! Grab it!

The burn intensifies, thorns spiking out and embedding into his flesh. Spores of blood bleeds past his clothes and fills the ground around him.

Heart racing, too confused to understand what to do, Arthur takes hold of the dagger hanging off the side- not bothering to unlatch it and stabbing it into plant, only to recoil in agony as the spot goes red and it thrashes.

He’s alone. He’s alone, he's going to die-

Sucking in his breath, Arthur stifles the urge to sob and shrieks, “LEWIS-! VIVI! H-HELP-!”

“Are you alright, Artie?” Lewis whispers softly, arms outstretched and delicately gripping Arthur’s arms as if he were made of porcelain.

And being directly contradicted when Arthur jumps on one leg to get closer. And completely miss the point of physical therapy.

Arthur still winces, needing to land on the ground anyway. But despite the small moan of pain, Lewis is reaching up and holding him up, a scold brewing on his tongue.

“Arthur! You shouldn’t move too fast, you’re still healing.”

“Sorry-!” Arthur hisses, eyes clenched shut and lifting his leg up slightly, doing nothing to help soothe and lessen the pain, “I can’t help it, I don’t want to walk on this damn leg!”

Lewis frowns, “I know, but it’s the best way for you to learn how to still use it as you heal. We’ll help you,” smiling softly and leaning close to hug him, lifting him slightly off the ground but just barely so Arthur’s toes touched still.

Arthur whines, huffing and sinking into Lewis’s hold, cheek pressed against Lewis’s chest.

And not too far off, cloaked in a thick robe, drenched in a mixture of sweat, dew, and whatever potion of hers just blew up, Vivi peaks out. A smile stretching over her face at the sight.

And she bounds across the garden.

“Hey hey!” Is the only warning, Lewis reacting first and spinning Arthur out of harm's way, standing strong when Vivi leaps onto his back.

“Vivi, c'mon.” He says warningly, glaring at Vivi as she mocks innocence and climbs higher on his back, perching on his shoulder and smiling coyly down at Arthur.

“What!” Vivi asks, reaching down and playfully curling a finger around Arthur’s antennas, before flinching back at the pure “wrath” of his glare, “I’m not the one who got stuck in a moose trap~”

Arthur’s head falls back, letting out a guttural wail, “I didn’t know!” Finishing off his whine by pressing his teary eyed face into Lewis’s chest again.

“You didn’t even look to see for traps!”

“No one told me that the forest takes things and brings it to us to deal with! It’s not my fault.”

“Where do you think they go?” Vivi asks, accidentally pulling back Lewis’s hair and forcing his head back.

“I don’t know. I thought the forest just-“ Arthur trips over his words, “threw them? Somewhere? Not left it in the dark!”

Vivi snickers, finally catching the glare Lewis was shooting her. Unfazed, she simply boops his nose.

“Alright, your protest has been heard. I’ll stop teasing.” She leans over Lewis’s head, looking at Arthur directly, “Artie, want me to grab you a healing potion?”

Arthur- with his (now common) pout puckers up more, gaze switching to Lewis. Always the authortain over what medicines are used and when, they all knew this, and as soon as Vivi jumped down, whisking out a small bottle of clear and shimmery liquids, Lewis returned Arthur’s gaze.

Three seconds pass, “After you finish the rest of the hour, then you can.”

“LEEEEW”

#whumptober2019 #mystery skulls animated #Arthur kingsmen #Lewis pepper #Vivi yukino #The magical forest Au #or whatever im dubbing it #lowkey wanna make a tiyn fic where its just the boys living together and its so ft

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The Contract - Chapter Ten

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Genre: Fluff, smut, angst.

Genre of this part: Smut, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 2.6k.

Summary: Your life is turned upside down when a contract is pushed your way. But what happens if you sign it?

Warnings: A fun little handy under the duvet, praise kink, unprotected vaginal sex, interrupted sex. This is so fucking vanilla after the last chapter.

You'd been to LA plenty of times before with the guys, and you'd been lucky enough to sightsee when you weren't needed. Though your schedule was jam-packed, it was nowhere near as bad as your boyfriends (then clients), which gave you the freedom to do as you wished, when you wished. You always stayed in the nicest hotels, as, for their safety, the company booked out the entire floor. This meant you were given luxurious five star rooms that even if you'd saved up for, it'd be a struggle to pay the bill. But all you had to concern yourself with was room service, which you treated yourself to once per hotel.

Of course, usually when you stayed in a big, comfortable, King-size bed, you were on your own. This time, however, you found yourself wrapped up in Seokjin's long arms, his clothed chest pressed up against your back, keeping you warm in an air-conditioned room.

Jin liked to wake up naturally – alarms pissed him off to no end which is why your bedroom curtains were wide open, allowing the Californian sun to shine onto your face as you woke up to the beautiful cityscape in front of you. Life couldn't get any better; waking up to a beautiful view, with one of the men you were helplessly in love with keeping you safe in his capable arms.

"Good morning, my angel." Jin cooed softly from behind you. His voice was slow and sleepy, crackling with each syllable. He pulled you even closer to him, tightening his grip on your midsection and snuggling into your neck. "Did you sleep well?"

"I always sleep well when you're with me, Jin."

He laughed. "Are you always this cheesy in the mornings? Have I not noticed your biggest flaw?"

"Oh, hush, you." You fought against him to turn around. As gorgeous as Los Angeles was, you wanted to see the face of Mr Worldwide Handsome, himself. And, he let you, allowing you to see his puffy morning face and lazy grin as he kept his eyes shut. Though, they opened when you'd settled in front of him. You booped his nose. In return he booped yours making you both giggle. Jin was soft anyway, a true gentleman, but in the morning he was particularly sweet. Partially because he knew that was the only time he'd get you to himself and he wanted to make the most of it. Partially because he just craved comfort first thing in a morning

"Are you going to kiss me, or what?" Jin asked, teasing you.

"Not with that morning breath."

He feigned offence and grabbed hold of your sides. "Kiss me."

"No!"

He continued to tickle you, ignoring your shrieks. "I won't stop until you kiss me!"

"Fine! Fine!" You put your hands on his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "There," you said when you pulled away, "are you happy now?"

"No. Another one."

"Jin." You whined.

"___! Please? Your kisses are so nice." He puckered up his lips and fought you again. "One more and I'll leave you alone. Just one more."

You kissed him, feigning reluctance. This kiss Jin made sure went on for longer, almost pinning you beneath him as he gave you the softest, sweetest kiss. "Angel." He mumbled in the kiss, not breaking it enough to allow your escape. "My angel." He pushed your thighs apart, allowing him to slot himself in between them, fully resting on top of you now. His hands wandered where they could, his hips started to grind into yours.

"Trust you to get horny from just making out."

"Yah, I never used to, you know. It's you! You've broken me. You've done things to me that I never thought possible."

Jin was the softest of the members and the most unashamed when it came to letting it show. He wasn't afraid or too shy to tell you that he loved you whenever he felt like it, he wasn't above public displays of affection and was the type to send you flowers. He and Jimin would often go halves on the biggest bouquets they could find just to make sure you would smile. And, on the most rainy and awful days, you'd guarantee there would be a vase filled with the brightest yellow flowers you had ever seen. You had no idea what you'd done to deserve such wonderful men. And you needed to let them know constantly just how much they meant to you, too. Even if some of them found your confessions too awkward to stand.

Jin didn't expect anything to come of this position. He never did. He was just happy laying on top of you and loving on you. But he wouldn't ever say no to you. Especially when all you wanted to do was please him. He was slightly shocked to feel your hand over his clothed centre, but your effort was soon rewarded with a slight groan of approval. Only to be met by his eyes rolling back into his head when you finally dipped under his pyjama bottoms, wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping just the way he adored. Your hands were not small by any means, but wrapped around his length and girth like that they seemed absolutely tiny.

"Oh, Angel. Your hands." He moaned, bucking himself into you. "You always make me feel so good. Such a good girl aren't you?" He heard you whimper beneath him. You were always a sucker for being called a good girl. Jin discovered this accidentally when you were cooking together. He said it as a joke, he didn't expect your body to stiffen and a blush to form on your face. He shared this information with the rest of his members so they could use it against you, and oh boy, did they. In and out of the bedroom, if you did something right, even the smallest of things, they'd praise you by calling you a good girl. Hobi would even give your ass a playful smack just because it added a little extra embarrassment to the situation. Something else that was shared around the group was your slight humiliation kink. The true doms of the group were the ones who used your humiliation kink against you, which was the main reason why Hobi decided to get the entire group to fuck you just last week. He knew just how wet you'd get, and he was right.

"Angel? Please. Please let me get inside that sweet little pussy of yours." You simply nodded your consent, your voice stuck in your throat. Jin eased himself inside you, his impressive length and girth stretching you out in the best possible way. You gasped and clung onto his broad shoulders as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded right now. And, when he picked up a rhythm, you were practically screaming for him.

It wasn't until you heard voices coming from Jin's hotel room door you forced yourself to be quiet. There wasn't a knock, nor was there any kind of permission sought out. Namjoon walked into the room. "Hey, Hyung." He said. His voice was cold.

"Namjoon, k-kinda busy right now." Jin replied. He refused to stop fucking you, even while his dongsaeng was right behind him. You felt too good.

"Don't care. Get dressed. We're having a meeting now."

"C-can't – fuck – it wait?"

"Now, Hyung."

And with that, Namjoon left, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Jin rolled his eyes and pushed into you one final time before searching for something loose to hide his boner. You felt so empty without Jin inside you. He hadn't even left the bed but you missed him. "I won't be long, Angel. Promise." He got back over you and kissed your nose. "I wouldn't even bother getting dressed again if I were you." He kissed your lips, a gentle kiss that quickly turned deeper and immediately you felt Jin rocking his hips into you. "Mmm, shit. No. Can't." He stood up and turned to leave. "You're a little temptress."

"Go, go to your meeting. I'll be waiting."

You heard Jin's bedroom door close and lay in his bed listening to the total silence that had overcome the once active room. And it was to that tune you fell asleep.

"Get up."

You were awoken rather rudely by Hoseok's voice harshly ordering you to do something. Totally differently to every other time the guys had woke you up. You opened your eyes, and no sooner had you done that, you felt an item of clothing land harshly on your body from where it had been thrown. It was one of Jin's shirts.

Yoongi, "Yah, can't you just be calm? We don't know the full story yet."

Hoseok, "No but the entire fucking world does! Put some clothes on, you. Or would you rather the media see your filthy body as well as read about your fucking escapades?"

Namjoon, "Hope-ah, calm down. This isn't going to solve anything."

"What's going on?" You asked, covering yourself with Jin's shirt.

The man himself came and sat next to you, holding his phone.

___ ______, the head make up artist at Big Hit Entertainment, in a recent interview, has shed some light on what it's like to be involved with such a big band in the world of K-Pop.

The __-year-old recently opened up about her experiences being contracted to sleep with the band members, even opening up in detail about some of the members bedroom habits.

allkpop was given exclusive access to ___'s phone...

You couldn't read any more, your stomach was turning. How could this have happened? You hadn't spoken to anyone about this. Except Dahee but she would never.

You broke down in tears, curling up into a ball immediately and sobbing loudly.

Hoseok, "oh here we go with the waterworks."

Jin, "Hope-ah."

"What? She sold us out! And she knows she's up the shitter so she's trying to worm her way out of it. Look!"

"I- I didn't do it, I swear!" You wept.

Hobi, "I find that hard to believe, ___. If it was just the headline then I would believe you, but they have details about us that only you know. They have screenshots from your phone. If you didn't talk to them, then how would they know?"

"I don't know, b-but I swear I never..."

Jungkook, "Liar."

You looked up at Jungkook, who was also crying himself. His eyes were so full of hurt and betrayal, he may has well have just stabbed you in the heart. You looked at them, each one individually. They all had the same expression on their faces. They believed that you spoke to the press. They believed you betrayed them.

"I didn't."

"How else would they know, then?"

"I don't know."

"I trusted you!" Jungkook hissed. He'd found it harder to keep his emotions in check. "I loved you! I thought you were different to everyone else because that's what you made me believe. But all this time, I was just a story to you, wasn't I? We were just a way for you to make more money."

"No, Jungkook. Please, you have to-"

"I can't... I can't."

And with that, he was the first member to leave, followed by Jimin who needed to know his brother was okay.

Namjoon put the envelope he was holding on the bed, looking at you with a solemn look on his face. "Here's the official termination of your contract. We managed to persuade the company to hold off taking you to court. But if you have anything to do with us from here on in, you'll be sued immediately. You have a week to return to Korea, remove your things from our apartment and find somewhere to live before the locks are changed and you're out of our life for good. Violation of that will lead to the company pressing charges. You also need to be out of this room by two o'clock. And pay for your own flight back to Korea. I'm sorry we weren't enough for you."

Everyone left you when Namjoon said that, mainly because he'd been ushering them out of the room so you could get on and pack with at least a little bit of dignity.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Not an hour ago, you were on cloud nine, everything was perfect and you couldn't have asked for a better life. But now your entire world had shattered and you didn't know what to do.

It wasn't long until you heard a knock at the door. You ran towards it, throwing it open and weeping when you saw it was Jimin and that he'd come alone. He wrapped you up in his arms first thing, and gently pushed you inside, holding you in the doorway and kicking it shut, allowing you some privacy. "Jimin, I'm sorry." You sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Why are you apologising if you've done nothing wrong?" He asked.

"It feels like the right thing to do. You're all mad at me. Please believe me, Jimin, I had nothing to do with this, I swear."

"Right, that's all well and good, but you're cutting it a bit fine. You're supposed to be out by two, it's nearly that now."

"I don't care."

"Well you should! You've been blacklisted by the company. From here on in they're treating you like a sasaeng. Which means if you're still here by the time they come and check on you, you're done for." He looked around the room. "And you haven't even packed yet. Okay, keep Hyung's shirt. That's fine. He's not going to miss it. You gather everything that belongs to you," he grabbed your suitcase and put it on the bed, "and I'll pack it. Well, quickly! We don't have time!"

Within ten minutes you were packed and ready to leave. Still a blubbering mess, and you don't understand how Jimin was so patient with you, but you were beyond grateful. "Listen, we don't have much time." He said, looking at the clock that said 13:58. "Here's my card, get yourself a flight to Korea and wait for my next instruction, okay?"

"Jimin, I can't-"

"Don't argue with me! Just do it. I'll do some digging, okay? I trust you. I believe you. Now go before you get arrested, then deported! Go!"

Jimin pushed you out the door and ran off so he wouldn't be seen and get in trouble, too. You had to sneak around as well, just in case Big Hit security wasn't as lenient as you wanted them to be.

You did as you were told, arriving at LAX and buying the next economy class ticket out of America. Jimin believed you, and that was all that mattered. Right?

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