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babydollmarauders · 8 months

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TIDAL WAVE — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem! reader

summary: in which Mark’s girlfriend and his best friend have a secret.

warnings: cheating, toxic/unwanted relationship(?), asshole-ish Mark at one point, NSFW!!, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), choking/breath play, dirty talk, dom!Luke, please let me know if i missed any

notes: takes place at umich. this is less of a pure smut and more of an actual fic that just has smut. inspired by Tidal Wave by Chase Atlantic. (6.6k words)

i never meant for this to happen.

i didn’t go into this wanting to break Mark’s heart.

i was always the one who got cheated on.

i was never the cheater.

but then Luke happened.

he brought out a side of me that i never even thought i had.

Mark pushed us together, really. Luke needed a tutor, and Mark knew i had the highest grade in that class. he practically begged me to tutor his friend; make sure he kept his grade up high enough to continue playing hockey.

so, i said i would help.

Luke and i started meeting up during our free time. we would do our homework together, and i would talk him through the lesson and make sure he understood it all.

we started off with meetings at the library. then we switched to meeting at a diner; where we quickly learned that the new setting did not help in our studies. rather distracting us instead, which lead to less time being spent on homework, and more time spent getting to know each other.

through our diner meetings is where we learned that we had a lot in common. both being the youngest of three siblings, both loving movies and the same music, we became best friends. we lost our filters around each other, our conversations ranging anywhere from hockey to what we liked in bed.

maybe that’s where i should’ve stopped. i should’ve drawn the line when we got so close that we started talking about our nightly activities. me complaining about Mark being too gentle and never seemingly wanting to hook up, and him discussing the girls that he hooked up with at parties, confiding in me that most of them ended up asking him about his brothers after the act.

our meeting location eventually changed again, first to the dining room table at sophomore house, typically backgrounded with Mackie and Dylan playing video games. and finally, to his bedroom, where we had no interruptions. no loud friends playing games, no hustle and bustle of waitresses, no distracting noises from others in a library. it was just us and our textbooks.

but then December seventh happened. Mackie and Dylan had left for their afternoon classes, Mark and Ethan out at theirs, and Luke and i were left with the house to ourselves.

we started out good. we sat on his bed, textbooks and laptops in front of us. then we got off topic.

one second we were discussing the homework, and the next, i was telling him about how i faked an orgasm the night before and i was still frustrated.

i didn’t expect for him to offer to help me. or for him to kiss me. and i certainly didn’t expect to kiss him back, or for it to lead to what it did.

but it happened, and now i’m too deep in. my heart is split between my boyfriend and his best friend.

we kept up our charade the next semester. claiming we were studying together for our current shared class, because we were great at helping each other. but as soon as the house was empty, every wednesday without fail, we found ourselves tangled in his sheets.

we were good at keeping our activities on the down low, for the most part. the guys had noticed that he quit sleeping around, and Luke was partially honest; telling them that he had a regular thing with a girl he really liked, but he was cautious to never drop my name.

i was caught at a crossroads. break up with Mark, my boyfriend of over a year? or put a stop to my activities with Luke, the only guy who’s ever been able to satisfy my desires?

“babe, you okay?” i’m struck out of my thoughts, by my boyfriend, his hand coming down on my knee, not exactly rough, but certainly not gentle in his inebriated state.

“hmm?” i hum, turning my head to look at him beside me on the couch. “yeah, i’m fine.”

another Wolverines win meant i was stuck at another team party. top hits blast from the speakers around us, red solo cups in nearly everyone’s hand as they grind against each other.

the sophomore guys are crowded around the couch, playing a round of truth or dare, and i’m nestled up beside Mark, silently observing.

“okay.” Mark brushes off my out-of-character behavior, tuning back into the game.

“Hughesy, truth or dare?” Ethan smirks and Luke rolls his eyes, a crooked smile plastered across his lips.

“truth.” the guys ‘boo’ him, but he lets their disappointment run off his back. “i’m not doing an Eddy dare.”

“fine.” Ethan groans, stopping for a moment to think before his face lights up, and i know he’s about to ask something he desperately wants the answer to. “who’s the mystery girl that’s put an end to your fuckboy ways, Hughesy?”

my body stiffens as Luke’s smile drops, his gaze flickering towards me so fast that no one else would’ve caught it.

“nice try.” he laughs the question off, sticking his middle finger up at his teammate. “i’m not telling you.”

“c’mon bro!” Dylan eggs on, nudging his friends knee.

“we just wanna makes sure she’s good enough for you!” Mark chimes in from his spot next to me, drawing Luke’s attention towards us. he looks straight into my eyes before he faces my boyfriend.

“trust me, you’d think she’s plenty good enough.” he tells him, a smirk drawn on his face. at his next words, i bite my lip so hard, i think i may draw blood. “you’d really like her.”

the guys howl, clapping their teammate on the back as he turns bashful under my gaze. his head drops down, a blush coating his cheeks before he stands up, a sound of disapproval falling over the group.

“i’m just going to get another drink.” he laughs, shaking his head. “anyone need anything?”

a chorus of ‘no’s and ‘i’m good’s come from the guys, and Luke looks at me.

“you need anything, y/n?” i grow small under his stare, shy and meek.

“yeah, i need a refill.” i shake my empty cup and rise to my feet. “but i can get it.”

i turn back to inform Mark that i’ll be right back, but he’s paying no attention to me. already wrapped up in a conversation with Mackie about some video game.

i heave out a sigh, slightly embarrassed, and face forward once more, only to find Luke still waiting for me with pity filled eyes.

we walk together to the empty kitchen, everyone spread out around the rest of the house, only wandering in here to grab another beer and leave.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, Luke.” i speak up as i pour a concoction of sprite and pink whitney into my cup. “he could catch on.”

he shakes his head, chuckling. “they’re too drunk to catch on.”

“regardless,” i sigh, looking over at him as he pours another jack and coke, my hip leaning against the counter. “we have rules for a reason, Luke. you can’t do what you did in there. looking at me before you answer. those vague hints to Mark. it’s like you’re asking for us to get caught.”

“i say fuck the rules.” shrugging, he turns to face me. “let ‘em find out.”

“Lu-”

“you deserve better, y/n.” he cuts me off, and i squeeze my eyes shut at his words. “i mean, he isn’t even paying any attention to you. he rarely ever does.”

“stop-” but he doesn’t.

“you deserve someone who pays attention to you. you deserve someone who knows you. inside and out.” i huff out a chuckle at his innuendo, but tears sting my eyes, threatening to spill over.

“i can’t, Luke. i just— i can’t.” i sniffle. blinking back the tears. “you don’t understand. our parents set us up, they think we’re good for each other. and if i break up with him— if i break up with him, my parents will blame me for ruining their friendship with his parents.”

“is their dream of having their children date and marry so that your families can be intertwined, really more important than your happiness?”

Luke’s hand lays upon mine on the counter. “because i’m sure it’s not. i’m sure they’d understand that you guys just weren’t meant for each other.”

i shake my head, adamant about my answer.

“no, i don’t think they would.” i huff. “our moms have practically planned our wedding from the moment Mark and i were born. you should’ve seen their reaction when we said we’d give a relationship a try. they basically straight out told us that we couldn’t just try, we had to last, because if we don’t, then we fucked up their friendship.”

Luke opens his mouth again to speak, but he’s cut off by Ethan stepping into the kitchen. i pull my hand back from the counter as if someone lit it on fire, stepping back from Luke as though to not seem suspicious.

“hey, y/n, you may wanna go in there. Mark is drunk, and you know what that means.” Ethan grimaces and i nod.

he’s hitting on other girls.

i thank him for telling me as i set my cup down, walking out of the kitchen and sparing a glance back at Luke, who watches me leave.

“c’mon, Marky.” i plaster on a fake smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes as i find my boyfriend. he’s locked in a conversation with a blonde that i’ve seen in one of my classes, pulling out all his best tricks in order to try and charm her. “let’s go up to your room.”

“no thanks, mini. i’m good.” my entire demeanor deflates as i watch him brush me off, but somehow the nickname usage slightly makes up for it.

“Mark, you’re drunk and you’re hitting on other girls, let’s go.” i try and speak with confidence, but my voice fails me; wavering on my last words. the blonde girl cringes, walking away when she realizes that he’s spoken for.

“mini, you’re killing my game.” he groans, finally turning to look at me.

“i’m your girlfriend, the only game you’re supposed to have is with me.” i sigh. “let’s go. you need to sleep off the alcohol.”

he whines, giving in and taking my hand, allowing me to lead him up the stairs and away from the bustling party.

i hate having to intervene when this happens, because i know i’m no better than he is. except i’m actually sleeping with someone else, he’s just trying to.

but our friends would be too suspicious if i didn’t stop him.

“i wish we had just stayed best friends.” he grumbles, not for the first time since we started dating. “dating you is one of the biggest mistakes i’ve made. we were so much better as friends.”

tears spring to my eyes, and unlike ten minutes ago, i let these ones fall.

he’s been doing the same thing— and saying the same words— since a mere month into our relationship, and i desperately wish i could disagree with him.

“trust me, the sentiment is shared.” i whisper to myself as we reach his room.

i push his door open, ushering him inside and watching as he lays down in the bed and lets out a yawn. i follow in behind him, shutting the door before i help him out of his clothes and into pajamas.

laying in the bed, he curls up against me, his head on my stomach as my hand rakes through his hair; lulling him to sleep.

why do things have to be so complicated?

i don’t see Luke again until wednesday. each time i’m at the house, he’s nowhere to be found. either in his room, or out with one of the guys.

in all honesty, i wasn’t even sure if we were still on for our ‘study session’ today. but i showed up anyway, loaded down with my backpack and a ton of stress from my morning classes.

“hey, y/n.” Mackie opens the front door, letting me walk in past him. “Luke’s in his room.”

i nod, eyeing him as he walks over and drops down on the couch beside Ethan, resuming their video game.

“don’t you guys have class?” i question, inching my way towards the stairs.

Ethan shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the tv screen. “canceled. professor is sick.”

i nod, bidding them a ‘see you later’ as i make my way up the stairs to Luke’s room.

his door is shut, but i don’t bother knocking, instead barging in as i have many times before. Luke is standing in front of his closet, a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet curls dripping water down his back. he spins around at the sound of his door opening and shutting, but relaxes once he realizes it’s just me.

i scan his body, my gaze lingering on his abs before i halt altogether at his exposed v-line from the low-hanging towel. my bottom lip catches between my teeth and it takes me a second to remember what oxygen is and why i need it.

snapping out of my sexually charged trance when i see his abs flex from his laughter, my eyes snap back up to his face, where a smirk rests.

“would you like me to take the towel off or do you just wanna keep undressing me with your eyes?” he teases, ultimately choosing to forgo a shirt and just grab a pair of sweatpants from one of his drawers.

“why didn’t you tell me Mackie and Ethan are staying home?” i hiss. “i wouldn’t’ve come!”

i rid myself of my backpack, dropping it on his bed as he puts the sweatpants on, hanging up his towel on his closet doorknob.

“precisely.” he winks. “you wouldn’t have come.”

retrieving my textbook and laptop from my bag, i roll my eyes at his double entendre and take a seat criss-cross on the floor at the foot of his bed. he follows suit with his own laptop.

“i’m serious, Luke. i would’ve just went back to my dorm. i don’t actually have any homework until next week and i didn’t plan on doing any today.” i pout, glancing over at him as he takes his seat beside me, so close that my knee brushes against his thigh. “now i have to.”

“i mean, you don’t have to.” he shrugs, his arm snaking around my waist. he uses it to pull me towards him, maneuvering my body so i’m straddling him. “been thinking about you all week, baby.”

“yeah?”

my cheeks flush as he nods, his eyes dark with lust as he leans forward to kiss me. his lips are soft against mine, tasting of toothpaste, which blends perfectly with my peppermint chapstick.

he grabs a handful of my ass, taking advantage of my resulting gasp in order to slip his tongue past my lips.

his fingers play with the hem of my tank top, pulling away to pull the shirt over my head, leaving my chest bare. he slides me off of him, my legs now across his lap, my butt pressed against the side of his thigh.

he dips down to attach his lips to mine again and one of his hands grips my hip, pulling me closer so that my breasts press against his shirtless chest, his other hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. while both of mine are tangled in his wet hair, slightly tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck.

his lips abandon mine in favor of leaving open mouthed kisses down my jawline, smirking against my skin at the sound of my quiet moans.

“Luke, you gotta stop.” i can barely get the words out, both from the pleasure that wracks my body as his tongue swirls my pulse point, and from the lack of desire to stop.

“hmm why?” he mumbles against my skin, not easing in his attack against my neck, but careful not to leave any marks.

“because the boys are right downstairs.” i remind him. “and no matter how much we’ll want to, we can’t go any further because your bed creaks and they’ll hear it.”

he pulls back to look me in the eyes, his hand sliding around so that it now provides a gentle stable grip on my throat. he uses that touch to slowly lower my body down, simultaneously removing his legs from beneath mine and hovering above me, holding himself up with the hand not currently wrapped around my throat.

“we don’t have to use the bed, baby.” his tone is low and dripping with sex, making me clench my thighs together at the sound.

i suck in a deep gasp as my bare skin touches the cold hardwood floor, my back arching and my chest pressing against his arm, which he uses to push my body down until i lay flat. i can feel my panties dampen at the lust that darkens his eyes when he feels me breathe in against his grip.

he lowers himself down above me, his body pressing grazing lightly between my now spread legs, as his lips attach to my breast, leaving wet kisses at the top of it. his hand slides down from my throat to let him thumb circle my other nipple, and i have to bite down on my lip in order to keep quiet.

“Luke.” i whisper out a moan, and he chuckles against my breast. his tongue kitten licks my nipple before his lips close around it, sucking gently and letting his teeth scrape incredibly lightly against it.

my hips buck up against him, finding friction against his abs, but he pulls away. he sits back on his knees, his fingers coming down to play with the waist band of my skirt, looking down at me in search of my approval. at my nod, his fingers sink into the fabric, pulling both the skirt and my underwear down my legs.

he flings the fabric to the side, neither of us paying attention to where they end up; too wrapped up in each other.

his gaze sinks downward to my glistening cunt, biting his lip as he drags his middle and ring fingers through the wetness. my body twitches as he brushes over my clit, already swollen with arousal. one side of his lips curls upwards into a smirk.

“look at you. such a good girl for me.” i nod my head at his words, attempting to grind down harder onto his fingertips, that have halted on my clit, providing just enough pressure for me to feel it. “so wet already.”

i whimper quietly and Luke fakes a pout, mocking my sound.

“you want me, darling?” he pushes down just a little harder on my clit and i sigh, my legs falling open a little more.

“yes.” i whisper. “yes, please, Luke, ple-.”

my words die off as he slips one finger inside of me, pumping it in and out slowly, and crooking it up to hit my g-spot.

my mouth forms an ‘o’, my eyes rolling back before fluttering shut. his other hand snakes up to provide weight upon my throat, applying just enough pressure to make it a little harder for me to breathe, but not impossible.

i seal my lips, placing a hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out as he adds a second finger. as he pumps his fingers, he presses the heel of his palm against my clit, and the dual stimulation in addition to the choking has my face going red; my head dizzying.

Luke’s grip leaves my neck, allowing me to breathe a bit easier, and i open my eyes to see him hovering above me. his gaze flickers down to the hand that covers my mouth and i move it, his head dipping to press his lips against mine.

his hand that’s between my legs never eases up, only speeding its pace as he adds a third finger, and i can feel my release edging closer and closer as i begin to grind myself down onto his fingers.

my cries are muffled by his lips, swallowed by him while his tongue pushes against mine. he pulls back, his eyes scanning my face.

“that’s it, darling.” he coos, his nose nudging against mine, my hips still moving against his fingers. “ride my fingers.”

the chuckle he lets out, as i continue to obey his words, is dark. he slides down my body, lowering himself fully now to be laying on his stomach on the floor; his face so close that i can feel his hot breath on my cunt.

his fingers persist in their mission to get me off as he begins flicking his tongue against my clit, and i’m barely able to cover my mouth before i let out a high pitched moan. his lips enclose around the bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking, but never ceasing the motions of his fingers inside of me.

my legs snap shut as my orgasm quickly approaches, but he just uses his free hand to pry them open; hooking his arm under my thigh and holding it open so he can continue his assault between my legs.

“open up, darlin’.” he mutters against me, and the vibrations send me.

my breath catches in my throat, my eyes rolling back, and my toes scrunching as i come around his fingers, my hand dropping down to tangle in his curls, holding him in place as i ride out my orgasm.

my back arches as he sticks his tongue out, letting me grind against it, while his fingers still pump in and out of me, crooking up in a ‘come here’ motion.

i stop moving as i come down from my high, my body falling limp as i pant to catch my breath. Luke sits up, looking into my eyes as he sucks his fingers clean of my cum, humming at the taste.

“you taste so good.” he tells me. leaning over to kiss me, his tongue licks against mine, spreading the taste. “i don’t wanna share you anymore, baby.”

my eyes fall closed at his confession, finding it unfair of him to say when i’m still reeling from my climax.

“Luke,” i sigh, but he kisses me again, cutting me off and refusing to let me deny him of his request.

“he might kick my ass when he finds out, but i’ll take that beating.” he mumbles against my lips. “just let me take care of you. let me love you the way you deserve.”

his words are enticing, and in my fuzzy mind, unable to think clearly, they make sense.

“okay.” my response makes him smile and he eagerly presses a kiss against my lips.

“yeah?” he begins peppering kisses down my throat. “you gonna breakup with him?”

another kiss.

“let me take you out on a date?”

he sucks gently at a spot behind my ear.

“let me love you outside of these four walls?”

i nod, my head tipping back to allow him better access.

“good girl.” he whispers in my ear, his breath against it making me shiver.

his lips find mine again, his body hovering over mine, and i let my hands explore, dragging down over his abs until they reach his sweatpants. i rub his erection through the gray fabric, making him thrust into my hand.

“don’t start something you’re not ready to finish yet, darling.” he mutters, his voice strained from holding back.

“who said i’m not ready?” i ask him, voice sultry as i peer up with innocent eyes. “i’ve had a few minutes to recover.”

his head drops into my neck, groaning lowly as my hand strokes him through his sweatpants.

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks, biting gently at my shoulder. “want me to bury this cock so deep in your pussy?”

“yes.” i gasp, my heart racing and my core throbbing at the thought. “want you to fuck me so good.”

“okay, darling.” he nods in permission and i pull his sweatpants down, letting his erection spring free. he moves away to take them off completely, and i clench around nothing at the sight of him.

he lowers himself between my thighs, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing it over my clit twice before h lines himself up with my entrance. my hips involuntarily jerk, resulting in his tip pushing in, and he takes that sign to finally bury himself inside of me.

he pushes in painfully slow, hissing at the feeling of my walls encompassing him.

“you’re so tight.” he speaks through a clenched jaw, watching my face scrunch in pleasure as he pushes in, stretching me out inch by inch until his full length is inside of me. “you feel like heaven.”

he doesn’t move, letting me adjust to size, kissing me as he does so, but it doesn’t take more than a moment before i’m speaking against his lips.

“please, move.”

at my request, his hips pull back before snapping back in. my hands fly to his back, my nails digging in as he thrusts in and out of me. i cry out against his shoulder, his face dropped down in my neck, and i pray to whatever higher being, that the boys are still downstairs with their video game blasting; drowning out the noise of skin slapping and our sounds of pleasure.

“faster, Luke.” i whine, pressing a kiss to his neck.

he speeds up his strokes, and i choke out a moan at the same time that he grunts, pulling out all the way and then snapping his hips to harshly thrust in.

my nails scratch down his back, surely leaving marks, and he moans quietly at the feeling, pulling his head out of the crook of my neck in order to look at my face. i’m certain that i look like a mess; my face red, my jaw dropped open, and my hair spread across the floor behind me, but i can’t find it in myself to care.

“you’re beautiful.” he mutters, dipping down to kiss me. i bite at his bottom lip, resulting in a loud groan entering my mouth from his.

Luke pulls away, sitting up and gripping my hips as he begins to pound into me. my hips chase his, and one of his hands leaves my body. grabbing a stray pillow from the end of his bed, he lifts my hips, settling the pillow underneath me before lowering me back down on top of it.

the new angle has my eyes squeezing shut, my hands rising to clutch at my breasts in attempt to ground myself from the immense pleasure. i can feel his tip hitting against my g-spot, making me legs begin to shake.

my walls clench around him and i can feel his hips stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chases his high, and in attempt to help me reach my second orgasm, his hand comes down to gently push against my lower stomach.

tears build in my eyes and i stare up at him, finding satisfaction in watching him concentrate. his abs flex as he slightly hovers back over me, just enough so that he can reach my neck, and his hand wraps around it. my heart leaps in my chest in response to the pressure that he applies, cutting off my airflow for a moment before easing up just enough that i can breathe if i really need to.

i can myself getting lightheaded, a result of the stimulation and the lack of oxygen, and his grip slackens, allowing me to gasp in a breath or two before he repeats the process.

my legs shake, my back arching and my pussy clenching around him as i finally reach my peak, coming on his cock. it only takes a few more sloppy thrusts before Luke is freezing, hips stuttering.

“fuck, i’m gonna come.” he moans quietly, and i buck my hips up to fuck onto him, silently letting him know its okay while i’m still catching my breath.

the movement of my hips spurs on his orgasm, his head dropping back as he comes inside of me.

he falls forward, his body collapsing on top of mine. we stay like that for a few moments, catching our breath, before he slips out of me, causing a whine to escape my lips as he rolls onto the floor next to me.

my head lolls to the side, staring at him as he sucks in deep breaths, and in the post-sex haze, i can’t help but grin at the thought of he and i on a real date. my mind wanders, fantasizing about him picking me up from my dorm, flowers in hand, and taking me out to dinner or a movie.

but it all comes crashing down when i register the severity of what we’ve just done.

we had sex, with other people here. people who know my boyfriend. people who granted, may not be the most observant, but i’m sure would still recognize the sound of sex if they heard it.

“shit!” i curse, sitting up and scanning the room for my clothes.

“hey, what— what are you doing?” Luke asks from his spot on the floor, leaning back on his hands, watching as i pull my clothes back on.

“well, first i have to pee.” i start, glancing over at him. “and then, i need to peek downstairs and make sure dumb and dumber didn’t hear anything.”

he opens his mouth to speak but i cut him off. “god, that was so stupid. we could’ve gotten caught.”

his face deflates, his lips downturning in a frown as he nods.

“right.” he grits out, and i stop in my movements, tank top and underwear on, but skirt still in my grasp.

“hey.” i coo, walking over and dropping down his lap, setting my skirt beside us in favor of cupping his face. “it was just risky of us to do, is all. i don’t regret it, and i don’t regret you.”

he peers at me from behind his lashes, his eyes fluttering closed as i press sweet kisses to his cheeks before locking my lips with his.

“okay.” he nods in understanding.

“you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Lukey. i don’t want you to think that i regret anything.” i give him another peck. “i just— i don’t want this getting back to Mark.”

another nod, but then the corners of his lips curl up in a small smile.

“at least not until you break up with him.”

shit. i did say i would do that, didn’t i?

“Luke…” i trail off and his smile drops.

“you’re not gonna do it, are you?” he asks sadly. “it was just an empty, heat of the moment promise.”

“no.” i shake my head, my hands running through the back of his curls. “i’m gonna do it.”

i’m firm in my answer, having had enough of not having him in my arms, publicly.

“i just don’t know how.” i confess. “i’ve never broken up with someone, i’ve always been the one being broken up with. and i have to figure out how to do it without him getting pissed at me, so we can stay friends and hopefully we can break the news to our parents together.”

“you can do it.” Luke encourages, straining his neck to kiss my forehead. “you and your big, smart brain will figure out a way.”

a giggle escapes past my parted lips, and i rise from his lap, finally stepping into my skirt.

“i’ll be right back.” i whisper and he sends me a thumbs up as he pulls his sweatpants back on.

slipping out of the bedroom, i go straight across the hall to the bathroom, doing my business and making sure i don’t look like i just got railed, before i finally tiptoe halfway down the stairs. i peer over the banister, finding Mackie and Ethan still wrapped up in their video game, seemingly oblivious to the actions that happened right above their heads.

thank god.

it’s not until sunday that i’m able to get Mark alone at the diner, having needed thursday to think of how to break the news, and friday and saturday being game days, in which Mark is incredibly meticulous about his schedule.

i’m sat in a booth, nursing an orange juice as i wait for my boyfriend to arrive, my head perking up every time the entrance bell rings.

finally, in he walks, a beanie on his head and his university of michigan letterman jacket resting upon his shoulders, slipping his phone in his pocket. he smiles when he sees me, stalking over and dropping into the seat across from me.

“hey, mini.” he grins, leaning over the table to press a kiss to my cheek.

“hi, Marky.” my voice is weak, but i do my best to mask it with a smile.

“what’s wrong?” my brows furrow at his words.

“what? what do you mean?” i question, and his eyes flicker down to my cup.

“you’re drinking orange juice,” he laughs, taking the cup from my grasp to take a sip. “you only drink orange juice when you’re sad.”

he knows me too well.

“Mark-” before i can get into my speech of how this relationship isn’t working for either of us and that we should go back to being just friends, my phone buzzes with a reminder notification and i sigh. “sorry, one sec.”

digging through my tote bag, i pull out my birth control, popping a pill out of the sleeve and swallowing it, washing it down with my juice.

“why do you even take that anyway?” Mark scrunches his nose, and i’m sure i look like a deer in headlights when his eyes meet mine. “we barely even hook up, and i wear protection when we do.”

“birth control has more uses than just… controlling birth.” i remind him. “it helps regulate my periods and ease my cramps and-”

“makes sure Luke doesn’t get you pregnant?” his words are like a slap to the face, shocking me, regardless of the soft tone that he says them in.

“what?” i gape, my eyes wide and my lips parted “i-”

i’m rendered speechless. unsure of what to say. i refuse to deny the claim, because it’s true, and i’m sick of lying. but also not wanting to confirm, in fear of upsetting him.

“it’s alright, mini.” he shrugs. “i found out last month. came home to grab a textbook for my next class and heard you guys going at it.

“i was a bit shocked, but i understood.”

i open my mouth, ready to speak, but he cuts me off.

“he’s good for you. i can see that you guys really like each other, and i can’t blame you. i was a pretty shitty boyfriend, wasn’t i? but, i was an even shittier best friend. i’m the one who convinced you to give us a try. and then, only a month later, when i realized how much better we were before dating, instead of just breaking up with you and facing the consequences, i dragged it out for over a year.

“i kept you in a loveless relationship, just because i was scared of what our parents would say.” he scoffs, shaking his head.

my hand slides over on the table to grasp his. “Mark.”

“but, if you wanna be with Luke, i’m okay with that. i should’ve just ended this when i knew that we weren’t right for each other like that.”

my gentle touch turns sour as i smack his hand lightly, finally getting him to shut up.

“Mark, would you stop?” i sigh. “god, you have me feeling guiltier than i already felt. which is valid, i was a shitty girlfriend too.

“i could’ve broken up with you too. i guess we were both too afraid to hear the ‘you fucked up’ speech from our parents. but instead of just taking the loss, i cheated. and nothing can excuse that. no matter how much you and i knew that we weren’t right for each other, i still slept with Luke while we were together, and i’m so sorry for that, Mark. and i would understand if you were pissed at me and you never wanted to see me again. but i really hope that maybe you can forgive me, and we can just go back to being friends, because i’ve really missed my best friend.”

salty tears coat my cheeks as i sniffle, looking into Mark’s red rimmed and slightly puffy eyes from his own tears.

“i’d really like that.” he nods, giving me a soft smile. “and we can tell our parents together. maybe if we tell them that the break up wasn’t messy and we’re still best friends, it won’t be as bad.”

“oh thank god! i really hope so, because i don’t want us to be on the receiving end of our parents wrath forever.” i respond, making him chuckle. “so… is this like a mutual break up or…?”

“oh no- i dumped you. i definitely dumped you.” he jokes and i abrupt with laughter, a snort leaving my lips which causes him to laugh as well.

Mark and i walk back to sophomore house together, his arm draped over my shoulder and tears in our eyes from laughing at our own jokes. and for the first time in a year, i feel immense happiness in his presence.

Mark opens the door when we arrive, allowing me to step through and shed my jacket as he follows behind me, doing the same before his arm wraps back over my shoulder. we turn to find at least half the hockey team piled around the living room, a hockey game playing on the tv and snacks scattered all over the coffee table.

most of them only glance up at our arrival, waving or muttering a ‘hey’, before their sights set back on the screen, but Luke’s gaze settles on us, his eyes unmoving. i can see his face drop at the sight of Mark’s touch on me, and i glance up at Mark to see him already looking down at me with a smile. he nods, giving me his approval, and that’s all it takes.

i shed his arm off of me, stalking over to Luke and standing in front of his spot on the couch. he watches me with wary eyes, his expression stony, until i crawl onto him, my legs on either side of his lap. my hands cup the back of his neck, using my grip to pull his face up to mine.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he whispers, but i ignore him, lowering my lips to his.

his hands squeeze at my hips, his lips moving against mine, and i can hear the other boys in the room whispering a chorus of ‘what the fuck’s and ‘oh my god’s and even Rutgers ‘yo, what the hell did i miss’, but i tune them out.

pulling back, a smile paints across Luke’s lips, his gaze flickering to Mark, who i turn back and see grinning at us.

“i take it it went well?” Luke asks me, his nose nudging against mine as i turn back to face him.

“it went great.” i tell him. “he wasn’t mad. in fact, we facetimed our parents and told them together. they were pretty mad, but generally understanding when we told them that we’re still best friends.”

Luke’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him in excitement.

“hey.” Mark calls out, gaining Luke and i’s attention once more. “treat her good.”

i roll my eyes at his warning, but Luke just grins.

“i’ll give her the world.”

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mjolnirswriststrap · 2 months

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Not My Type Pt. 2

(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)

Part 1 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.

Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.

Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen

You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.

Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.

You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.

He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.

Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.

“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.

“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.

Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.

“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.

As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.

“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.

“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.

“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.

Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.

“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.

“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.

“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.

“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.

“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.

When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.

He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.

You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.

He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.

Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.

“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.

You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.

“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.

Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.

Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.

“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.

“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.

Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.

Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.

“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.

You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.

Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.

The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.

When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.

You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.

Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.

You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.

“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.

“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.

“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.

When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.

“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?

They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.

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nanivinsmoke · 5 months

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Personal Trainer

Zoro x Fem!Reader

we all wanna get fucked by this man.

summary ~ when the sexiest man in the gym gets tired of y/n’s mouth, he decides to give her a punishment

warning ~ anal sex, rough sex, public sex, shower sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, teasing and degradation.

one minute she was doing some squats, the next minute she was taking back shots in the shower. it happened so fast, yet she had been wanting this for sometime.

the green haired male was her personal trainer. he was with her every time she came to the gym. y/n had asked him to train her when she watched him lift a 250 barbell with ease, he was the only person in the gym who could do that. his body was something she aspired to have, he was muscled and toned in the right places. he was perfect, his body and his face was sculpted by a god.

however, the first time she met him and they interacted, she thought he was an asshole. they would bicker which would gain the attention of other people working out, but that only increased the sexual tension between them. she soon began to notice it too. she would catch herself staring, staring as his chest rising and falling whenever he flexed his muscles or the beads of sweat that trickled down his tan skin. it had made her all hot and bothered, just looking at him.

but, she wasn’t the only one noticing things. he noticed how plump her ass was in her gym shorts. the way her ass cheeks would swallow up the sheer fabric was enough to get a rise out of him. he would also pick fight with her just to see her get mad, she was sexier when she was mad at him. that’s how all this started today, he had picked another fight and he was tired of her mouth.

“dumbass! that’s not how you use the stair climber!” y/n yelled at the idiotic green haired man, as he did jumping jacks on the stair climber, tugging at his tank top to get him off of the equipment.

“do you have to whine everytime you talk? no wonder you’re in this gym and still don’t have a boyfriend” his teasing words stung, which made her pause and turn to him. “the fuck did you just say to me? asshole!” she bickered back, attempting to get in his face but he was taller than she was, which made it hard for her.

“you bitch more than me, maybe you are one?” now her words stung like hell to him and his face dropped. she immediately took notice to his change in body language and tried to apologize, but he wasn’t trying to hear it. “wait—ahh!—put me down!” he quickly picked her up and slung her body over one shoulder, like she was a ragdoll. as she squirmed in his grasp, he sent a harsh smack to her ass, making her yelp and the fat jiggle.

when they made it into the locker and shower room, zoro placed her down and ordered her to strip. she loved the way he was demanding her, she was more turned on than usual, maybe she should do this more often. y/n gladly did as she was told, but made sure she kept a scowl on her face. she was ready to take her punishment, she had been waiting for this very moment. she unclasped her sports bra, her breast resting while her nipples stood at attention. the sight alone made his dick jump slightly, her body was beautiful.

when she finally dropped her pants and panties, he made her turn around and turned on the hot water, the steam enveloping them both. she turned to him and bit her lip slightly, “i like it rough,” a smirk appeared on his face and he quickly pulled her into a kiss, his tongue easily dominating hers. she was beyond soaked by now, her clit throbbing with each swipe of his tongue. she was growing impatient, lifting up her leg and grabbing his hand so he could feel her wetness. the slick moisture that coated his thick finger tips nearly made him go insane. he had never felt a woman that was this wet before.

his finger pumped in and out of her, spreading her open with each pump. the more he explored her wet cunt, the more she cried out in pleasure. she could feel herself cumming and he did too, so before she could even enjoy her climax, he pulled his fingers out and pulled away from her soft lips. he sucked the fluids from his fingers before ordering her once again to turn around, facing the wall.

“please. just let me cum~” she breathed out, upset at her rejected climax. zoro said nothing as he viewed her plump backside, the roundness of her ass caused him to quickly tease his tip at both of her entrances; which made her tense up each time he went near her asshole. “don’t worry, that’s gonna get fucked too—shit~” he pushed into her pussy, loving the warmth and wetness they came with it, stretching her completely.

he had filled her up with ease, his thickness caused her to have a mini orgasm. wanting to experience a bigger one, she threw her ass back against him, catching him a bit off guard before he met her each time with a thrust. zoro’s thick hands gripped her hips, deepening his stroke. y/n took it like a big girl, the slight pain being overpowered by pleasure was enough to make her cum again. “you cumming around my dick? who said you can do that, bitch~” his degrading words only made her pleasure increase, she didn’t care if the whole gym heard her either.

he pulled out of her cunt and prodded at her ass hole, causing her to tense up once more. he chuckled and used his spit as lubricant, which was enough for him to get through. this was a different feeling to her, painful but a different type of pleasure as well. she didn’t move from her spot, finding comfort from the shower’s steaming waters, before she felt him move. he moved slowly, not wanting to fuck her how she should be fucked just yet. the more he moved, the more she craved his dick.

“this tight ass~” he hissed from the tightness of her ass hole, loving how her anal walls felt around his cock. “more. fuck me harder,” she begged, beginning to move her ass against his pelvis. the green haired male smirked, his strokes becoming faster and deeper; earning cries of pleasure from the slut in front of him.

her ass clapped against him as she began to pound her ass hole, which echoed throughout the bathroom. “fuck—gonna cum in this tight fuckin hole~” she nodded frantically, feeling herself come undone as well. while his pace sped up, his thick load spurted into her ass, granting her the best orgasm of her life. she never thought she could cum from her ass, but she did and it was like heaven.

when he pulled out, she could feel his kids drip out of her, which slowly began to wash away due to the running shower.

“you’re just wasting it— I think you want some more”

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ricciardosgirl · 5 months

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i don't want anything

from 𝑦𝘰𝑢.

just everything

with 𝑦𝘰𝑢.

felix catton x reader.

trigger warnings ; smut , oral , kinda asshole felix.

time :

the healer

and the

killer.

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it had been two months since i'd seen him. the ghost of felix catton lingers within the halls of oxford , sticking out like a sore thumb. he had been gone for two months , he went home for break — whilst i stayed in preparation for exams.

those months dragged on , on and on. felix and i weren't a thing , of course not — but what we had between us was no fluke , it was a spark. we'd been talking for only a few weeks before we began sleeping with each other.

that was the time of our lives. we'd sneak into each other's rooms , the thrill of that alone starting off the night with the heat of adrenaline. men and women should be kept in separate buildings . . but we didn't care.

i remember one night — maybe a few months ago now that he snuck into my room. it was late , around three am - neither of us could sleep. we'd been texting each other for hours on end , so we decided to close the gap and meet.

i was sat on my twin sized bed , draped in my heated blanket half naked as i waited for him. it was a particularly cold night. he entered soon after , he was only a short walk away.

my eyes darted up to meet his as he entered my room , i could've swore i saw a god in that moment. he was quite literally shining in the moonlight - messy brown hair compliments his oddly nice attire. he didn't waste any time.

" hey. " he whispered , crawling into my bed and snuggling between my heated blanket. he was . . cold. so cold. his long tatted hand wrapped around my frame perfectly as he laid a few kisses along my collar bone. " hey. " i whispered back , edging closer towards his cold body.

" i missed you. " i couldn't help but admit , i could just hear the smile crinkle onto his posh face. " yeah ? how much. " i turned by body around fully to face him , not answering as i pulled him in for a savory kiss. he tasted like cigarettes and red wine , the posh bastard. our bodies began to sync , hands and body interwoven.

he was the first to break the kiss , staring into my eyes for just a quick glance before he got to work. felix was always a giver. his hands quickly unclipped my bra as my own hands worked at his belt - struggling ever so slightly with the tightness. eventually , i got it off - not without help from him. he laughed a little about that.

he threw his shirt over his head - throwing it god knows where in my room as he pulled me beneath him , draping sloppy kisses down from my mouth down to my breasts. he gave them a bit of love , twisting my sensitive bud's with a bit of pressure — a rough sense of pleasure we had both found ourselves adoring.

further and further he went until he reached my now soaking panties , he placed a kiss on my clothed cunt. without warning however , he ripped them off. i was slightly offended , but i knew he'd buy me a new pair. or at least i thought he would.

he got to work , using one finger to stretch out my cunt with ease , his mouth lapping up my delicate juices with ease. i felt a rush - i was on the metaphorical cloud nine. my hands rushed towards his hair , giving his brown locks a tug as i moaned out his name. with each moan i earned more pleasure from felix — it was music to his ears.

this went on for awhile , until he got bored. we switched things up quickly as i caught a glimpse of the clock — we both had to wake up early for a class. he pulled me up and turned me around , arching my ass up for him. he gave my small ass a slap , leaving a large red mark.

" atta' girl. "

i knew what he liked , what he loved. i'm just not sure if he ever knew what i liked and or loved. he wasted no time , slipping his hard cock into my entrance - causing my head to find refuge in my pillow. i bit down hard , not wanting to wake up anyone.

" cmon' pretty girl , you can take me , that's it. . "

he slapped my ass again , now slowly rutting his hips. he grappled my hair — pulling me up with ease as he began to abuse my cunt.

it was like our bodies were made for each other , gleefully tailored to each other. he pulled my hair and i reached for his hand - which he didn't give me. tears welled in my eyes from the constant thrusts and force . . but something within me only likes this treatment from him.

after awhile we switched positions. now , he's on top of me - finally in a comfortable position on my back. the classic. " open your eyes , look at me. " he demanded - i had been so fucked out of my mind that my eyes were glued shut.

" cmon' " he placed his hand on my cheek - i relaxed a bit . . opening my tear filled eyes. " there you are pretty girl . . look at you. " he smiled , still thrusting with vigor into me. " i'm close , i'm close. " i muttered , he nodded and knew it was time to wrap things up. he leaned down and pressed his lips together with mine once more , my body unable to keep it together any longer.

i climaxed with force , body going numb as he continued to thrust for only a few more minutes - before he pulled out and coated me with his cum. rapid fire almost , covering my stomach and my neck.

he sighed in relief , pressing one more kiss to my forehead before getting off the bed and standing up. he stared to dress. " where are you going ? " i whispered , body still weak as i sat up slowly. " back to my room. " nonchalant , it hurt my feelings however. " i thought you were going to stay with me tonight ? " i felt awful , i felt as i did something wrong.

" what changed ? " i asked - still unsure. " nothing - i . . i just need to sleep in my own bed. " he pulled on his shirt , i sighed and stood up - cleaning myself up with a towel i had laying around. " i'll see you tomorrow ? " i spoke up , nervous of what answer i might get. " yeah , maybe. i'll text. " and with that . . he left.

he left me a mess , dirty sheets , ripped panties and a ripped apart heart. i stood naked in my room for a few minutes - hoping that maybe , just maybe . . he'd come back.

but that was the last time i'd ever see felix catton alive.

#saltburn #fanfic #angst #felix catton #writing #smut #saltburn brainrot #felix catton the man that you are #smut with plot #i feel bad for the reader rip

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moonlustav · 27 days

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-Bad behavior ☪︎

Jake x Jay

(Repost form A03)

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, Gay sex, public sex, classroom sex, rough sex, hate sex, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, Anal sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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This was a nightmare. Hell on Earth. The worst situation possible. Why did he, of all people, have to be stuck with that asshole Jay as his partner? Having to spend even a minute of his time with that narcissistic, douche bag was torture for Jake, let alone an entire hour. And this was only their first meeting, this project would require much more time considering it’s their most important grade of the semester.

The brown haired boy was sitting at one of the desks in the front row of an empty classroom, nervously twiddling his thumbs and staring at the door in anticipation of the other boy arriving. He was already 10 minutes late, typical for a delinquent like Jay. He was dressed in a brown sweater vest over a white button down shirt and red plaid tie. His wispy light brown hair was parted in the middle and laid neatly in front of his forehead with a pair of round gold rimmed glasses sitting comfortably on the bridge of his nose.

He was the perfect student, one most parents could only dream of having. He had a stellar GPA, received constant praises from his professors, never partied, never broke the rules, and always went to bed at 11 pm sharp. And it all just came naturally to him. It was never a challenge to be excellent at his studies or to keep out of trouble. But this. This was the most difficult thing he may have ever had to do.

He groaned in annoyance as he checked his phone for any word from Jay. Still nothing. His anxiety was through the roof, a feeling that he wasn’t used to at all. He normally always kept his cool, but Jay made him crazy. He told himself it was just his hatred for him that made him feel this way. But deep down he knew there was another reason why he loathed him so much. He was unable to think straight whenever he was near, his heart almost pounding out of his chest, butterflies swarming around his stomach. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about Jay that made him so squirrely, but he knew that he hated sensation. No one had ever had this effect on him before. Normal human relationships weren’t really for him. He never had any desire for sexual satisfaction. That is until he laid his eyes on Jay.

He was starting to give up hope on the other boy ever showing up, until he heard the sound of echoey footsteps coming down the hall. He watched as Jay stepped into the room, the same cocky expression he always had plastered on his face, smacking on a pink piece of bubble gum and running his fingers through his jet black hair. He sported a black leather jacket over a T-shirt with some band Jake had never heard of, his dark jeans ripped at the knees with a chain hanging off his belt. The second he laid eyes on him that feeling he so dreaded washed over him, heat pooling in his belly, gulping down a string of spit.

“You’re late,” he said in a hostile tone.

Jay scoffed as he plopped down in the chair in front of him. “So? What, are you gonna give me detention or something?” Jake just glared back at him, unable to come up with a comeback. “Yeah that’s what I thought.”

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with. I’ll get started on the introduction while you-“

“Let me stop you right there. We both know I’m not gonna do any of this shit. So why don’t you save us both some time and finish the presentation for the both of us like the smart ass you are and I’ll just chill.”

Jake was fuming. Everything about Jay infuriated him. The rude manner of the way he spoke, the condescending way he looked at him, the way he sat slouched in his chair, carelessly man spreading. He embodied everything he detested about the human race. His absolute neglect for the rules, having no respect for anyone but himself.

“Do you have to be such an asshole all the fucking time?” He blurted out.

“Damn, you kiss your mother with that mouth? I didn’t know Mr. straight A student even knew how to curse.” Jay remarked in a teasing tone.

“You know, if you’re not gonna be helpful you might as well just go.” Jake spat, slamming his fist down on the desk.

“What’s with all the hostility? You’re a little bit of a brat aren’t you Jakey?” he leaned in closer, the sharp edge of his collar bone now peeking out of his t-shirt. Jake could smell the bubblegum scent of his breath and the cheap cologne he wore wafting off his body. He had never been this close to Jay before, it was unsettling. It made his cheeks burn and the palms of his hands sweat. He vexed him, but god was he sexy. He almost wanted him closer. He almost wanted him to press his lips against his, and slip his wet tongue inside his mouth, taking hold of his neck and squeezing-

What the fuck, no! Why would he want a piece of shit like Jay to do anything like that to him? Jay squinted his eyes as he noticed something unsettling stirring in the other boy’s mind.

“What is it? Do I make you nervous Jakey?” Jake didn’t respond flipping endlessly through his textbook trying to seem preoccupied. “Hey, are you ignoring me?” Jay flicked Jake’s pen to get his attention causing it to roll onto the floor.

“You’re such a child,” Jake sighed, reluctantly getting down on his knees to pick it up. But before he could grab it, Jay kicked the pen so it rolled underneath the desk next to him.

“Are you for real right now?” he hissed looking up at Jay giggling like a hyena. He got down on all fours and crawled along the wood floor underneath the desk.

“Damn, who knew you had such a fat ass Jakey boy,” Jay snickered, looking down at him on his hands and knees, and his perky bubble butt pressed tightly in his dress pants. A comment like that was only heard in Jake’s darkest, dirtiest fantasies. Hearing it in real life sent a shiver up his spine, his cheeks turning red and the air leaving his lungs. He hated him. He hated the power he had over him. The fact that with just a few of his words he could have him spiraling out of control.

“There’s actually something wrong with you,” Jake spat as he stood up with his pen, trying to act like his comment didn’t have him losing his mind.

“Wow, look at you all flustered,” Jay chuckled, amused by the obvious nervousness that had overcome him. “Do you like it when I look at your ass?” His voice had an edge to it, deep and nasty, taunting him in the most cruel and sensual way. Jake did everything he could to appear nonchalant, keeping his gaze low as he scribbled down nonsense in his notebook in front of him. But inside he was going feral. He was achingly hard in his dress pants, unable to sit comfortably as his boner pressed tightly against the fabric.

“You do, don’t you? You probably want me squeezing your ass and spanking you like the little brat you are.” Jake was burning with embarrassment, consumed with humiliation. He wanted to run and hide and never come out. He could feel Jay's menacing eyes leering at him. He couldn’t lift his gaze. He knew if he did he would give in to all his filthy desires.

Jay took a breath, stripping off his leather jacket and placing it on the back of his chair. He stood up on his feet, slowly creeping over to Jake on the other side of the desk, his combat boots causing the floor to creek with each step he took. Without looking up, Jake could feel Jay’s presence now looming over him, standing only inches away.

“Look at me,” Jay commanded, gazing down at the titillated boy below. Jake did everything he could to resist, but his desire got the best of him, hesitantly lifting his eyes up to lock with Jay’s. His breath hitched at the sight of him looking down with that devilish expression on his face. His pink pouty lips, his razor sharp jaw, the way his hair laid just above his eyes. The tension was sharp and hot, neither of them making a sound as they stared each other down. Jay was the first to move, roughly running his fingers through the boy’s locks, causing Jake to let out a soft hum. ��You want me so bad,” he whispered in an almost hostile tone.

And he did. He was desperate to have him closer, touching him in his most intimate places. He was vibrating with arousal, feeling Jay’s hand travel down to caress his cheek, down his jaw, slipping his thumb in his mouth.

“You have pretty lips Jakey,” he whispered, massaging the digit against his bottom lip. “I bet they’d look even better around my dick.” Jake was out of breath, leaking profusely in his underwear, his heart pounding at an unhealthy rate. The way the he looked at him was so perverted. Like he knew just how crazy he made him.

“Would you like that baby boy?” Jay took the boy’s wrist and steadily placed his hand on his crotch. Jake could feel the rock hard bulge in Jay's jeans, instinctively squeezing the length and running his fingers along the shaft. He was big. It had Jake almost gasping for breath, his lips parted in awe and a pool of drool beginning to form on his tongue. Jay took in the mesmerizing look on Jake’s face, infatuated with the way he rubbed his bulge. He looked so good like this, so soft and angelic below him. His touch felt just right and he wanted more. So he pushed the back of Jake’s head so his face was now pressed against his bulge. The boy whined as he rubbed his cheek against the fabric, desperate to feel every inch of his cock.

“You like my dick?” Jay asked in a teasing tone, amused by the way Jake mouthed and licked at the fabric of his crotch.

“Y-yes, I want it,” he breathed out without even thinking, looking up at Jay with wide puppy dog eyes, tongue lapping at his bulge.

Jay scoffed, fingers tangled in the boy’s locks. “Mhmmm, such a needy cock slut. Undo my belt,” he hissed in a raspy voice.

Jake hesitantly leaned back. “Here? But-“ Jay grabbed a scruff of his hair and pulled his head back hard.

“Do as I say,” he demanded with gritted teeth. Jake liked that. The harsh force fullness of Jay’s words, the way he treated him with such disrespect. It was exactly how he imagined an encounter like this to be. He did as he was told, carefully sliding Jay’s belt out of the buckle and then going in to unbutton his jeans. He was almost shaking as he zipped down his fly, anticipating the reveal of Jay’s glory.

He slipped his fingers in the hem of Jay’s briefs and stripped them down to just below his hips, watching with awe as his long dripping cock bounced out of the fabric and in front of his face. It was glorious, the perfect length and thickness possessing a tan shade of brown and a pungent scent that left Jake drooling. He looked up at Jay for approval to touch, the other boy nodding with a smirk. He hesitantly grasped the length with his fist, letting out a moan as he squeezed the hard flesh and watched as a drop of pre cum dripped out of the head. It felt hot and heavy in his grasp, running his fingers along the shaft and placing his other hand on his smooth plump sack. He worshiped his junk like it was a priceless piece of art, his touch so soft and delicate. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, small breaths escaping his lips as the pace of his strokes became more bold.

“Fuck you’re hands feel good. Give it a taste.” Jay purred. Jake was hesitant, unsure of himself.

But he gave in to the temptation, plunging his lips around the juicy head and sucking against the flesh. He moaned around the length as he engulfed him deeper, tasting a ripe, saltiness as his tongue glided along the base. He began bobbing his head, soaking the shaft in a layer of saliva as he dragged his lips along his cock.

“That’s a good boy, suck deeper now,”Jay groaned, his fingers tangled in the boy’s locs, guiding him up and down his dick. He looked so pretty like this, his eyes wide and beginning to water, his mouth stuffed so full. His lips felt just right, all wet, hot and slippery against him, milking him in the most sloppy, toe curling way. He had to chase the pleasure, tightening his grip on Jake’s hair and beginning to thrust. Jake grabbed onto Jay’s hips as his cock began hitting the back of his throat at a rough pace, gagging and choking up spit all along the shaft. He shut his eyes closed and opened his throat in an attempt to allow the entirety of Jay’s cock in his mouth.

“That’s it, take my dick like a good slut,” Jay panted breathlessly. He looked down at Jake with a sinful expression, amused by the way he struggled to handle the ruthlessness of his strokes. He groaned when he made a particularly powerful thrust down his throat, pressing the boy's face against pelvis. Jake whimpered around his cock trying to hold back from gagging, digging his nails into Jay’s flesh. Jay soon loosened his grip on Jake’s hair and allowed him to slide off. The boy panted breathlessly, his skin flushed and saliva dripping down on the side of his mouth.

“You’re such a good cock slut Jakey,” Jay growled, holding Jake by the chin and slapping his dick on his swollen lips. “You think you can handle taking it in your ass?”

“Umm-“ Before he got a chance to respond, Jay was grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up on his feet, pulling his body in so they were chest to chest.

“Yes or no?” Jay hissed, breathing hot on Jake’s face, lips just inches apart.

“...Yes.” Jake blurted out. WIthin seconds he was being roughly bent over the desk, breathing heavily with Jay’s hand pushing down on the back of his head to keep him from looking back.

“Such a nice ass baby,” Jay hummed, giving him an unexpected spank. Jake yelped when his hand made contact, jolting his body forward. The sensation was perverted, but he wanted more, wiggling his hips in order to entice the other boy. “Mhmm, you like that?” Jay growled, putting his lips to Jake’s ear, grabbing a scruff of his hair and pulling his head back.

“Y-yes, harder.” Jake whined wearily, desperately grinding his aching erection against the desk to give him some stimulation. Jay scoffed at his neediness, squeezing his ass and running a finger down his spine to the hem of his pants.

“God you’re pathetic, begging me to abuse your ass like a slut.” He effortlessly unbuckled the boy’s belt and slipped it off, taking hold of the hem of his briefs. “I’m gonna have you screaming soon enough.” Jake gasped when Jay stripped his bottoms down past his thighs, his smooth, doughy ass cheeks becoming revealed to the world. Goosebumps popped up along his sweaty backside as the cool air made contact, the milky skin gleaming in the fluorescent light. He was too embarrassed to look back, but he could feel Jay’s fingers beginning to massage the flesh of his butt. He cried out when he landed another harsh spank on his bare ass, the skin jiggling as his hand made contact. Jake winced at the feeling of the stinging slap. But he liked it. It was exactly what he needed. To be punished and abused in the most eroticly stimulating way, his hormones racing in a way they never did before. Jay kept it up, delivering slap after slap to his delicious round ass until both his cheeks were painted a shade of bright red. He roughly spread his cheeks apart, gazing at the silky tight hole that lay between them. He groaned, watching it twitch and clench as he spread his ass apart further, mouth watering in anticipation.

“Shit you’re tight, gonna have to get that little hole stretched.” He hissed, running a finger down the crack of his ass. He took a packet of lube out of his pants pocket, ripping it open with his teeth and squeezing the substance onto Jake’s entrance. The boy shivered as the cold liquid made contact, Jay circling two fingers around his hole and spreading the lube down his rim.

“Jay that feels weird,” Jake whined looking back at him. It was embarrassing having such an intimate part of his body be touched and caressed like this. But there’s no way he wanted him to stop. He felt him press his lubed up fingers harder against his hole, arching back as he felt them slide past his rim and inch their way inside. “O-oh fuck,” he whimpered at the new sensation, the wet digits prodding the shallow depths of his ass. He clenched around Jay’s fingers as he plunged deeper, feeling him stroke up against his warm walls and explore inside him. It was intoxicatingly good, he couldn’t hold back from moaning, his mind fixated on the sensation of the digits getting sucked up inside. His knees shuddered when Jay began thrusting in and out, his hole puckering open as he stroked against his insides.

“Mhmm, you like that don’t you?” Jay leaned over putting his lips to his ear, driving his fingers deeper inside the boy. His breath was hot against Jake’s face, his body laid on top of his as he continued to finger his ass at the same brutal pace. “Fuck you’re filthy. Getting your ass fingered open like a whore.”

Jake couldn’t get a word out, his body titillating with stimulation, cheek pressed to the desk and whines spilling from his lips. He arched his back when Jay pressed against his prostate, sending a sensational shiver through his body. The other boy chuckled at his reaction, continuing to stab his fingers into the same sensitive spot over and over again until he was practically sobbing. His mind was melting at the way his hole was being stretched, becoming consumed with arousal, his achingly hard cock leaking between his legs. He bounced ass back in order to increase the depth he reached and the overall pleasure he received. But Jay wasn’t happy with that.

“Did I say you could move?” He grabbed the boy by his neck and pulled his head back hard, gritting his teeth and digging his fingers in deeper. Jake whimpered, at his roughness, so turned on by the dominant way he treated him. “What do I expect from a desperate slut like you?”Jay released his hold on the boy, standing up straight and slipping his fingers out of his ass. Jake desperately clenched around the air, feeling Jay pour an excess amount of lube onto his ass.

“You probably can’t wait till your hole is stuffed full of my dick.” Jay kept a tight hold on Jake’s hips and grinded his cock between ass cheeks, sliding it against his oiled up rim. Jake was breathing heavy, moaning at the perverted wet sensation of Jay’s cock stroking against his puckered hole.

“Put it inside,” he begged in a whispery voice, rolling his hips back against Jay’s cock.

“Such a desperate little slut. Are you gonna take it like a good boy?” Jay took hold of the boy's neck and pulled his body up straight, stroking every inch against his ass.

“Yes, I’ll be good for you.” Jay chuckled, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance and feeling his hole begin to open and suck him up inside. Jake slammed his hands against the desk and bent over, letting out a sharp moan as he felt his walls stretch around Jay’s girth. It was unlike anything he‘d felt before, the air leaving his lungs, his bones vibrating with arousal. His insides felt so full, the rest of Jay’s dick sliding inside him, reaching deeper than he thought was possible.

“Nnnnng, it’s too much,” he whimpered desperately, pushing his body against the desk, trying to run away from the pleasure. But Jay’s hold on his hips was too tight, his cock staying buried deep in his tight little hole.

“Resisting already? I thought you were gonna be a good boy for me?” Jay whispered in his ear, digging his nails into the flesh of his backside and pulling him back against his hips. Jake winced, biting down on his bottom lip. He thought the stimulation couldn’t get any more intense, that is until Jay began to slide out, his cock stroking against his velvety walls, pulling out until just the tip was left in his hole. He gasped when he abruptly thrusted back inside, his mind shattering when he stabbed into his sensitive prostate and refilled his ass. It was perverted, his hole squelching and pulsing around the thick dick, stretching open and leaking juices down his thighs.

Jay continued that slow steady pace, pulling the entirety of his cock out and slamming himself back inside, relishing in the hot, wet stimulation and the way Jake clenched around his dick. The pace of his thrusts grew faster with each stroke, grunting as he brutally fucked into the poor boy. He wanted to fuck him stupid, fuck him until his knees gave out and his moans became screams, until his hole was stuffed so full of his cum that it spilled out onto the floor. His pelvis was now clapping against Jake's butt cheeks, the sweaty flesh jiggling with each pound, his ass splitting open around his cock. The boy wouldn’t stay still, hips fidgeting restlessly, uncontrollably clawing at the desk. So Jay grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the desk, holding his body close as he continued to ram into him at a merciless pace.

Tears streamed down Jake’s face, whiney desperate sounds he’d never made before escaping his lips. His insides were being plowed, each stroke of Jay’s cock reaching deep in his guts, fucking his mind numb. It was burning hot, Jay’s breath in his ear, sweaty thighs slapping together, cock leaking between his legs. Jay paused his thrusts briefly to catch his breath, rolling his hips and grinding his cock inside the boy.

“Fuck you grip my cock so good, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groaned in his ear performing an extra powerful thrust against his ass.

“Nnnng I want you to cum,” Jake whimpered desperately, looking back at him.

“I will,” Jay slid out of him and spun him around so they were face to face. “I wanna look at that pretty face of yours when I do.” Jake whimpered when Jay grabbed him by the hips and laid him face up on the desk, pushing his legs up so his knees were to his chest. The cool air brushed against his now stretched, messy hole as his ass cheeks spread. He watched as Jay stripped off his T-shirt, staring at his toned chest dripping with sweat. And then Jay plunged back inside, moaning as his cock was engulfed in his sloppy wet butt hole, gripping him in a warm tight hug. Jake arched off the desk, lips parted in pleasure as he let out a moan, skin flushed and hair sticking to his forehead. He gasped when Jay began to move, sliding his dick in and out at an increasingly vigorous pace. He held onto his thighs to keep his legs up, the desk wobbling beneath him as Jay brutally rammed his hips against his ass. He was wrecking him so good, stabbing his prostate over and over again, sending shockwaves of stimulation through his body. He could feel himself growing closer to the edge with each stroke, an aching heat pooling in his stomach.

“J-Jay, I can’t take it, I’m gonna- nnnng.” Jay bucked his hips harder at the whiney sound of his words, staring down at the cute facial expression he made as he railed into him.

“Go on baby, cum for me,” he whispered breathlessly, leaning in closer to him. Jake gripped onto Jay’s shoulders and clenched his muscles, trying to hold back from release. But he couldn’t take it. He felt his cock begin to throb, the air leaving his lungs and his body seizing as he spurted strings of cum out onto his stomach.

“That’s a good boy,” Jay purred , feeling him clench around his cock as he fucked him through his orgasm. Jake was a shivering mess, moaning uncontrollably, his vision becoming hazy as his climax peaked. Jay’s thrusts weren't slowing down though, fucking him to the point of overstimulation, leaving in ruin. He dug his nails into the flesh of his shoulder and cried out.

“I-it’s too much,” he whimpered, staring up at Jay with wide, teary eyes. The boy’s strokes were becoming reckless, violent even, his pelvis slapping hard against his backside, mindlessly chasing his orgasm.

“Almost there Jakey…just a little bit more.“ He bucked his hips a few more times before letting out a deep moan and slamming his cock inside Jake’s ass, stuffing his load deep inside him. He threw his head back as he came, his dick throbbing in the boy’s hole, flooding his insides with hot white cum. Jake squirmed beneath his hold, overwhelmed by the perverted sensation of his dick squirting inside him, filling him up so good. He was seeing stars, his legs achingly numb, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Jay had his hands around his neck, keeping him still as he grinded his cock to completion. He scoffed once his orgasm faded and he caught his breath, leaning in closer so their lips almost touched. “Who knew a goody two shoes like you would be so good at taking cock,” he growled, running his fingers through the boy's hair. He stood up straight and slid his cock out, a shiver running through Jake’s body as cum spilled out of him and onto the floor. He stared up at the ceiling lifelessly, catching his breath and letting the ache in his muscles ease.

Jay was quick to get himself dressed, grabbing his bag from the chair and walking towards the classroom door. “Wait, what about the presentation?” Jake asked in a distressed tone, jumping up off the desk and clumsily pulling up his bottoms.

Jay scoffed, turning around to face him. “Don’t think that because we fucked I’m actually gonna help you. I’m not doing shit for that project.” He laughed as he sauntered out of the classroom.

“Jay, what the fuck! Wait!” He truly was the vain of Jake’s existence.

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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Hiii! Could I pls get a Nico hischier with ☕️Thank youuuu!!

AAAAAA FINALLY A NICO REQ, I LOVE THIS MAN TO DEATH HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND WET.

anyways, enjoy guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nsfw under the cut!!!!!!!!!!!

"god, what's up with you?" you rolled your eyes in slight agitation. nico had made yet another stupid remark at your expense as you both were getting ready for bed.

nico had been acting like an asshole ever since you guys had come home jack's pre-season party. even when you two were at the party, he was still being sour for no good reason.

nico kept sighing at every word that came out of your mouth, making you feel like everything you had to say was stupid and you were done.

nico let out a loud exhale before a dark chuckle came out of his lips, "what's up with me? what's up with you y/n, being a fucking flirt with everyone at the damned party."

oh, now you understood. you couldn't help but smirk at the thought of nico being jealous. "aww, you jealous?"

suddenly, nico grabbed your chin to make you fully face him. "hell yeah i'm jealous. you're mine, remember? or do i have to remind you?"

the threat lingered in the air as your whole body heat up at the prospect. the smirk was still prominent in your features as you looked up at the tall brunette through your lashes, almost daring him to do anything.

his whole face was flushed a deep red in anger and if you were being honest, it turned you on. nico was usually a laid back guy and seeing all pent up all because of you made the heat in between your legs spread throughout your whole body.

"nico," you whimpered breathlessly as his grip on your chin tightened.

"i asked you a question, y/n. do i have to remind you that you're mine?"

you nodded slowly, "maybe..."

"no, not maybe. yes or no, y/n?" he wanted you to say it, the entire thing.

"yes, nico. remind me-"

that was all he needed, he smashed his lips against yours feverishly and pulled you closer to him. he kept your lips connected as he slowly pushed you down onto the bed and laid you down, straddling you promptly.

he broke the kiss to take off the shirt you had on, kissing all over your chest and neck. you ran your hands through his hair as he sucked and bit all over your neck, making the heat in between your legs grow.

you trembled in need as he took off your shorts, quickly putting his hands all over your legs. he finally dipped one finger in your soaking heat. he smiled, "all for me?"

"all for you, nico." you moaned as he kept slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. "fuck, all yours."

"yeah, you're mine. say it, baby." he dipped another finger in your core, moving his mouth next to your ear and started sucking below it.

"i'm your-" you were cut off by a loud moan when nico started to thrust harshly in and out of you. "fuck, nico!"

he kept his rough pace as you moaned loudly, his other hand gripped your hip to keep you from squirming too much. soon, that familiar knot formed in your lower stomach and you started bucking up your hips to meet his fingers.

"i wanna cum, please, nico!" you whimpered loudly as tears started forming in your eyes, gripping his wrist to keep him from moving.

"oh yeah baby, gonna cum all over my fingers?" he rasped in your ears, starting to kiss down your neck.

"yes-"

you were so close, so so close. you could almost taste it ─ until the movements suddenly stopped. you let out a frustrated moan as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. "nico!"

"you wanna cum?"

"mhm, please!" you pleaded, the tears slowly falling from your eyes.

"yeah?" he smirked. "should've thought about that when we were at the party, right?"

with that, he licked his fingers clean before getting off the bed, leaving you all hot and defeated.

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justmeinadaze · 6 months

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Him and I (Steddie X You)

Prequel to Without Me / Part 2: You Should Be Sad Here

A/N: ENTER WITH CAUTION! Like my previous chapters THIS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL! Its angsty and dealing with dark themes of addiction. I WILL STILL LOVE YOU IF YOU CHOOSE TO SKIP THIS STORY!

Warnings: Toxic Steddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, I wanted to show the two parts of them and how the treated her before and after they started getting worse with their vices. The first half involves loss of virginity for the reader, dirty talk, kinda rough but more passionate I would say, The second half is definitely rougher, more dirty talk, degrading (whore, slut, etc), spanking, choking, Y/N is a willing participant in both instances!

Some FLUFF, they really do love her and vice versa but unfortunately they love their addictions more.

ANGST: DARK THEMES OF ADDICTION! Steve is an alcoholic and Eddie is a drug addict. Reader mentions more in Without Me how she's addicted to them and I feel like that's explored a bit more here. She gets on them a lot about their vices and every time they are dismissive. There are mentions of their childhoods and we do get an interaction with asshole older Harrington here (he belittles Steve and smacks him).

The accident from Without Me is here but with some details. Its more about Eddie and Steve's interaction before they ran and left her. We also get a glimpse of her in the hospital waiting for them.

Again NOT A WARM FUZZY STORY! I won't blame you if you choose to skip it <3

Word Count: 7874

1982

“That was…the grossest fucking thing you two evil people have ever shown me.”, Steve shudders as the three of you exit the theater.

You and Eddie cackle as you follow behind him out the front door.

“Oh, don’t be a fraidy cat, Harrington. It wasn’t even scary.”, the metalhead teases.

“I thought it was creepy. What would you do if I started to transform into some evil screeching alien?”

“I would still think you’re beautiful, honey.”

“Aw, Steve Harrington, you’re so sweetheart.”, you joke as you stick out your tongue.

Tonight was a much needed reprieve from all the chaos you and your two best friends had been dealing with. Junior year at Hawkins high was shaping up to be an exhausting one. Steve’s dad was on him much more and with more vigor than he had before reminding the younger Harrington that his future was looming just off in the distance.

“Steven! It’s time to buckle down and really focus. No more playing around, son. You need to focus on bringing up those grades and being a better athlete so you can get into a good college. I don’t hire losers at my firm!”

The older Eddie got the worse the town and student body seemed to be with him.

“What’s wrong, freak?! To busy focusing on your satanic shit? Get lost and take off that fucking Dio vest! You look fucking stupid.”

He did everything he could to focus on other things but idiots like Jason Carver and the other jocks were always around to make his life hell.

That’s probably why they both seemed to “let loose” more than usual or at least that’s how they described it to you the first time you noticed them excessively drinking and doing drugs.

“It just takes the edge off you know?”

“Is it? Steve, you have a flask now that you carry with you. Why would you need to do that?”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N. It’s not like I have a real problem or anything.”

“Yeah, it’s just to relax. Here, sweetheart, you look like you need to chill out for a bit.”, Eddie adds as he offers you some of the white powder from the bag you noticed on his dresser.

“Um, no thank you. I think I’m ok weed.”, you giggle trying to laugh off the worries that bubble in your stomach.

You had started worrying about them more and more since this past summer. When you guys started high school, you noticed a change in them that wasn’t just normal adolescences. Steve’s words started to slur more throughout the day and whenever you three would spend time together his breath would smell so strong like a bar that you’d have to take a few steps away from him so you wouldn’t cringe every time he opened his mouth.

Eddie’s personality would shift at random points. In the mornings he would seem like the metalhead you befriended and then by lunch his behavior would be so erratic that it would frighten you sometimes. By the final bell, you would notice him staring off into the wall or even find him passed out in the back of the library.

Your mind always explained it away with different excuses almost as quickly as the ones they gave you when you asked questions.

“Hey, do you guys want to come over? My parents are out of town this weekend.”

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”, you beam up at him.

***

You woke up that following morning on Steve’s bedroom floor with Eddie beside you and the other boy passed out leaning against the wall with his long legs stretched out towards you both. Quietly, you got up to use the bathroom, checking your reflection in the mirror before you ventured downstairs to grab some breakfast.

Your eyes scanned the photos along the stairs, sympathy washing over you as you noticed Steve’s uncomfortable demeanor in all of them. His house always had a sad air surrounding it. It never felt exactly lived in and when his parents were home, neither seemed happy. Both he and the metalhead spent a lot of time at your place which you didn’t mind. You loved their company and you wanted them to feel safe.

Your parents always treated them like family and that’s how you saw them as well. You knew what both boys had been through and were still going through. Anything you could do to make things easier for them, you did with little to no question.

After opening his pantry, something immediately caught your eye. Within the trashcan were a ton of empty liquor bottles. Not just single beer containers but bottles of whiskey that should last a long time in a house with one occupant, emptied and discarded.

“Hey Y/N. What are you doing up?”, Steve groggily asked as he entered the kitchen.

“Steve Harrington, what is this?”, you inquire back showing him the contents within the trash.

The man’s eyes widen and it takes him a moment before he nervously chuckles.

“Uh, my parents had a party last week so—”

“Your parents weren’t home last week. You told me they were on a business trip which is why you spent the night at my house because you didn’t want to be alone.” The two of you stared each other down until you finally continue. “You drank all this by yourself?”

“It’s…it’s not a big deal, honey.”

“DON’T you honey me, Steven!”

“What’s going on?”, Eddie asks after loudly banging down the stairs.

“Did you know he was drinking this much?!”, you shriek as you show him what you found.

“I mean, it could be worse, Y/N.”

“HOW?! How can it be worse?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Rock bands don’t even drink this much!”

“Y/N! Come on. You’re making this into a big deal when it’s not!”

“Fuck you! I’m not going to watch you drink yourself to death. I love you but this is excessive!”

Stomping past them both, you head for the front door but the man hastily cuts you off and blocks you from leaving with his body.

“Y/N, please. Shit… I’m sorry, okay? You’re right. I have been going overboard lately. It’s just everything with my dad and school… I promise this will never happen again.” As your arms fold over your chest, his beautiful eyes scan your angry frame. “You’re the only one that ever cared about me, Y/N; you and Ed of course.”

You sigh as your demeanor softens.

“I DO care about you a lot, Steve. You know you can talk to me about anything and I’ll be there for you no matter what. You both don’t have to numb yourselves the way you do.” Eddie nods as you turn towards him, his head hanging in shame. “I worry about you two so mu—"

As you swivel back towards the other boy, you’re surprised when you are met with his lips on yours. You had never been intimate with them in any fashion up until this point, always seeing them as your best friends. You’d be lying, however, if you didn’t say Steve’s lips tasted good.

He pulled away from you for a moment, the two of you panting into each other’s mouths as you process what just happened. Before you could do anything or even respond, a ring covered hand grabbed your arm and yanked you against a bare chest as Eddie’s own lips connected with yours.

You could still hear the other boy’s heavy breaths causing you to groan at the sound. Lifting you onto the end table by the door, the metalhead hastily tugged down your pants and panties while Steve came up beside you to lift off your shirt and toss away your bra.

Eddie’s fingers dug into your thighs as he opened your legs wide and kneeled in front of you, making you whimper when he shoved his face into your cunt.

“Wa-Wait. I’ve—fuck—I’ve never done anything s-sexual before.”

A heavy growl emitted from both men as the long-haired boy sucked and flicked his tongue along your clit while Steve’s lips attached to your neck. Moving his friend out of the way, he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the couch.

You watched with wide, lust blown eyes as Steve pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock, spit in his hand, and stroked it along his length.

“St-Steve, you’re so big. It won’t fit.”

His honey brown eyes met your own and it was almost like for a moment he had forgotten it was your legs he was between. Tenderly, he leaned forward to kiss your lips.

“It will, honey. I promise. I’ll go slow, ok? Unless…do you want me to stop? I just…you are the only one to care about us. I love you so much, Y/N. Let us make it up to you.”

Your gaze momentarily shifted to Eddie who was looking at you with the same gentleness that you saw when you first met him all those years ago. Licking your lips, you kiss him again before shaking your head.

“Just…go slow…and keep talking to me…please.”

Your arms clung to his neck when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat as he began pushing in and on instinct you tried to push him away from you.

“No, no, baby. You’re ok. E-Eddie, fuck, can you—”

Eddie quickly came up to your side and held you still with his hands as Steve pushed another inch into your hole.

“God fucking damn it, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”, the other boy whispered in your ear.

“Hurts.”

“I know, baby. It’ll feel good soon. I promise.” His lips comforted you as he kissed your cheek and your head arched back as the other boy slide further into your body. Eddie licked his fingers and reached between your bodies to rub slow circles into your bundle of nerves as Steve kept going.

“Fuck, Eddie!”, you screamed causing the boy inside you to grunt when your pussy clenched around him.

“Y-You like that, honey? You like Eddie’s fingers on your clit. Fuck, you’re doing so good, Y/N. I’m almost all the way in.”

“Steve…you’re so big…”

His cock twitched at your words and you groaned as the pain began to slowly dull. When his hips connected with yours, your eyes rolled back as his length grazed against that sensitive spot inside of you, you didn’t even know existed.

Leaning on to his knees, his palms held your calves as he pulled himself almost all the way out before roughly thrusting back in.

“Steve!”

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep shouting my name like that, baby.”

Eddie’s hand petted your head, as the other boy set a steady pace.

“You’re doing so well, pretty girl. You look so beautiful like this. You deserve to feel good to. Does it still hurt?” He smiled when you shook your head. “How does it feel?”

“G-Good.”

“Yeah? Tell him, sweetheart.”

As your eyes scanned over Steve you couldn’t help but marvel at him as you view him through this new filter. Usually, you only saw him as a friend. You never really thought about his gorgeous eyes or perfect lips. The way his broad hairy chest looked so sexy glistening with sweat. You never noticed that one lock of hair that fell just so as his head tilted forward or how low and gravelly his voice was when he was turned on.

“You feel so good, Steve.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Tell him how you really feel. It’s just us.”

The boy tilted forward, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and you moaned as your fingers tangled in Steve’s hair.

“F-Fuck… your cock feels so fucking good. I-I can feel you in my stomach.”

His lips trailed up your chest to your neck and your eyes fluttered shut as you turned your head to the sound of his voice in your ear.

“I feel good, baby? Fuck, Y/N. I’ve—I’ve never had a pussy that felt this amazing before. You were made for us, honey.”

“Steve, I… I feel… Something’s happening.” Your arms circle tightly around him as he thrusts into harder and faster. “Steve!”

“That’s it, pretty girl. Oh my god. Cum all over my cock!” You screamed his name as an intense, pleasurable feeling you had never felt before washed over you. “Goddamn it.”, he grunted as he quickly pulled himself out of your quivering entrance and you watch with heavy eyes as he stroked his length over you, releasing his seed on your belly.

Lost in a haze of bliss, you barely felt both boys switch places and Eddie flip you over positioning your ass in the air. When his tongue licked a long strip up your folds, however, you gasped as your body shuddered against the couch.

“So sensitive. I like that. Jesus, sweetheart, you taste so sweet. Are you ready for me?” When you don’t answer, his chest presses against your back as his fingers move your hair to the side. “Are you ready for me, Y/N, or did you want to stop? We can stop if you want to, baby girl. We’ll still love you.”

Craning you neck slightly, you able to meet those beautiful chocolate eyes. You had never noticed how intense they were especially when they were full of care like they were now. You never noticed how kissable Eddie’s lips were or how seductive they looked when they pulled back into a smirk. It never occurred to you how much bigger his gorgeous hands actually were compared to yours as he balanced himself so he wouldn’t crush you as he whispered in your ear.

“You both love me?”

Your question threw them both off guard.

“Of course, we do. There’s no one else in the world like you.”

“You helped make us who we are, Y/N.”

Steve’s words hit you like a train. You just found a trashcan full of liquor he had been hiding from you. They were both utilizing drugs and alcohol to a degree that was beginning to become concerning. Maybe…maybe they’d be worse if it wasn’t for you. Maybe you could help them get better and heal so they wouldn’t need to turn to that stuff.

“I love you to. I’m ready, Eddie.”

You both groaned as he ran his mushroom tip between your puffy lips, collecting your slick before he gradually began guiding himself inside of you. Your back arches up, pushing against his chest as he stretches you open. It didn’t hurt as bad as with Steve but Eddie was thick and it still felt like you were being ripped in half.

“G-God, Y/N. Steve was right…how can you still be this tight?”

His arms wrapped around your body as he began pounding into you. In this position, you were feeling all new pleasurable sensations that had your toes curling as he grunted into your ear.

“Do—mmm—do I feel good to, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.”

“Keep talking to me, Y/N. The way you did with him. Really let go, babe.”

“Your cock…feels so good…Eddie. You’re so…deep.”

Lifting himself onto his knees, he yanked you up with him, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the house.

“K-Keep going.”

“I can’t. Fuck. I’m…”

“Yes, you can. I can feel your pussy squeezing me. Beg me, baby. Beg me to make you cum like he did.” When you didn’t answer him again, he placed his fingers on your clit, moving them so fast as he matched his own rhythm.

“Eddie! Oh my…Please! Make me cum. I want to cum again! Please…”

The metalhead pushed your face down into the sofa as he did what you asked, slamming is cock into you till the coil snapped and you shouted his name as you came. He soon followed, moaning obscenities as he pulled out and came on the meat of your ass.

Unsure of what happens next, you remained frozen in that position as you listened to Eddie’s heavy pants. You were a complete mess, naked, hair frayed, and everyone including your own arousals dripping from your body.

“Whoa! Hey, it’s ok. I’m just picking you up to take you upstairs so we can get you clean.”, Steve explained when he felt you flinch.

You sighed exhaustedly as he lifted you up and you clung your arms around his neck. Eddie ran ahead and as soon as you both entered the bathroom your bath was ready. Sitting there quietly, you starred off into the tile in front of you as they ran a washcloth along your skin.

“Y/N?” The metalhead reached for your chin and gently turned you to face them both. “Are you alright? We didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

When you shook your head, they exchanged a glance.

“What are you thinking about, honey?”

“Why? Why now? You two have had so many other girls in your life—”

“None like you.”, Steve interrupted. “I wasn’t lying, Y/N. I love you. My dad doesn’t give a fuck about me, my mother is never here, the girls at school just want me because I’m ‘popular’.”, he rolls his eyes. “You’ve never wanted or expected anything out of me. You treat me like I’m not fucking worthless.”

“Because you’re not, Steve.”

“When my mom died, I thought I’d never be happy again. Then I met you guys. Baby, I love you to. Even with Wayne sometimes I feel like I’m burdening him.”

“You’re not, Eddie. He loves you.”

“I know but I get what Steve is saying. We hear all this bullshit enough and it just sinks in you know? But with you…”

“We’ll still be your best friends, Y/N, even if you don’t want us like that.”

“I didn’t say that.”, you smirk as both their gazes shift towards you. “I would like to be wined and dined though.”

“You wanna go out on a date?”

“Yeah. Maybe we can check out that new Star Wars movie and then—”

“We can take you to dinner.”, Eddie beams. “Treat you like a princess.”

############

1983

“Wow, Steven, you suck at this.”, Eddie teases as you giggle from the side while you both watch Steve try to shoot one of the balls on the pool table into the corner pocket.

“Well shit, Edward. Do you wanna wrap your arms around me like you do with Y/N and teach me to be better.”, the pretty boy slurred as his cue missed the ball entirely. “Fuck.”

The metalhead extended out his arms toward him as he began to sing.

“Love lift us up where we belong.”

“Don’t you touch me.”, he laughs as they both flash each other a toothy grin.

“Come on, princess. Show him what I taught you.”

Playfully swaying your hips as you saunter over, your eyes flick to them as you line up your shot. Steve tosses back the liquid in his flask and Eddie lights his fourth cigarette in a row. He’s getting antsy which means soon, he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom where he’ll snort his powder and come back with half lidded, glassy eyes.

You savored small moments like this where you could. Where you three were having fun and they weren’t totally clouded over by their vices. Tonight was a regular date night and you were so happy that they didn’t seem to be in a bad mood. You always knew how ever it wouldn’t take much for that spark to ignite though.

Beaming at them, they clap for you obnoxiously loud as you make your shot.

“That’s our girl!”

“Shut the fuck up, freaks!”, Jason Carver hollers from the corner of the bar.

“Go to hell, Jason!”, you shout.

The jocks cackle at your comment as Andrew’s eyes rake across your body.

“Little girl has a mouth on her. Maybe we can show her how to use it.”

Eddie stomped towards them before you could stop him.

“Say that a little louder, asshole. I don’t think I heard you correctly. That ‘little girl’ is my best friend and you willshow her fucking respect!”

“Go to hell, Munson.”

“HEY! Knock it off or I’ll kick you all out!”, the owner shouted as he glared where you guys were standing.

“Come on, Ed. Let’s get out of here.”, you try and sooth him in a calm voice. “Please.”

Angrily turning away, he barrels out the door as you run after him.

“Eddie, it’s ok.”

He ignores you as he opens his van door, pops open the glove box, and pulls out the little glass vile of his drug. You watch with helpless eyes as he pours some on the edge of his hand near his thumb and snorts the contents.

“That’s not going to help anyone.”, you growl.

“Yeah, well, no one fucking asked you. Let me ask you something. Why did you want me to stop? Huh? Do you want to fuck Jason and his stupid friends?”

“Have you lost your fucking mind? Of course, I don’t.”

“Pfft, please. Little whore like you can’t help herself.”

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

As you turn and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and tries to keep you from leaving.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I’d rather walk than deal with this bullshit.”

“Guys…”, Steve slurs as he appears beside you. “Can we do this later? I’m fucking exhausted.”

***

Driving his van for them, you all went back to Steve’s house and let them talk you into staying over. Around two in the morning, yelling startled you awake causing you to panic when you realized Steve wasn’t beside you.

“Eddie.”, you murmured forcefully as you shook him. “Eddie!”

“Jesus H Christ, WHAT?!”

“Something is happening downstairs. I think Steve needs our help.”

“He’ll be fine. Just shut the fuck up and go back to bed.”, he grumbled as he rolled over.

Ignoring him completely, you quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom and leaned against the railing as you listened to Mr. Harrington screaming at his son.

“This is a $500 dollar bottle of bourbon, Steven! I save it for important clients not my idiot kid and his friends.”

“For the thousandth time, I didn’t drink it!”

“Oh, so all of my alcohol just disappears then. Even though you, the freak, and that whore are here a majority of the time alone.”

“Don’t call her that.”, Steve grunted through gritted teeth.

His dad stepped forward and smacked him hard across the face.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice.”

Running down the stairs, you put yourself between them.

“Leave him alone! He’s not drinking what’s yours.”

“Everything in this house fucking is mine, little girl. I paid for it with my hard-earned money. What the fuck has he done? Nothing and that’s all he will ever be. The sooner you figure that out the better.” Mr. Harrington raises his finger and points to his son. “You owe me $500 dollars or I swear to God, Steven.”

With that his dad furiously left the house, slamming the front door for emphasis. Quickly facing him, you cup his cheeks in your hands, and check him over.

“Are you alright, baby?”

“Why the fuck did you do that, Y/N?”, he asks in a sharp tone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Marching towards the kitchen, he opens cabinets till he finally finds a bottle of whiskey that actually still has some liquid within it. You glared at him as he knocked it back, panting when he finally removed his lips from the glass.

“You both promised me you would slow down on stuff like this.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t answer to you, honey. If you don’t like it, you can fucking leave.”

“Maybe, Andrew is still at The Hideout. He can give you a bed for the night.”, Eddie sneered as he rounded the corner and leaned in the doorway.

“Fuck you both. I’m fucking done.”, you spat. “You want me to leave? You got it.”

You headed towards his room, throwing off his clothes so you can put on your own and head home. You knew better. You knew you should have just left but part of you was hoping they’d beg you to stay, groveling at your feet as they told you they loved you. You wanted them to fight for you…show you that they needed you as much as you felt like you needed them.

And they would…in their own inebriated way…

“Why the fuck are you still here?! I thought you were leaving?!”, Eddie shouted when he found you. Grabbing your pants from the floor, he threw them down to the first floor with your shoes and socks. “Get a move on, baby!”

Ignoring him, you banged your feet loudly down the stairs but as you bent down to grab your jeans, Steve came up behind you and captured your wrist turning you to face him.

“You made things worse by butting in.”

“No, Steve, you make things worse by continuing to drink. Why?! Why do you two do this?”

The man rolls his eyes as he takes a swig from the bottle in his hand.

“Please. Like you fucking care. You’re going to break our hearts just like they did. May as well just leave now, honey, and leave us in peace to destroy ourselves. It’s what Eddie and I are good at, right bud?”

Eddie’s only response was a deep inhale that you knew was his him snorting his blow.

Shaking your head, you turn to leave but he doesn’t release you from his hold.

“I thought you said I could leave, Steve. That’s what you want right? To fulfill your own prophesy of me abandoning you.” You try to yank your arm back but he just tugs you close to his chest, glaring down at you with angry eyes. “It’s not like I’ve been by your sides and both your best friend since we were little kids.”

Sarcastically, you laugh knowing what you say next will rile him up but you don’t care. In this moment, you were in so much pain after the way they spoke to you. You were fully prepared to give them a taste of their own medicine.

“Your dad was right. You are nothing.”

In one swift motion, he released your wrist and took hold of your hair, leading you to the couch where he bent you over the arm.

“I’m nothing, huh? HUH?!”, Steve shouted near your ear as he leaned over your back. “Say it again, little girl! Come on. Let me hear it!”

“You’re nothing, Steve Harrington! I thought you wanted me to fucking leave! I’m going to abandon you anyway, RIGHT?!”

His palm came down hard on your behind, making you yelp before he moved the cotton blocking your core and abruptly pushed two of his long, thick fingers into your sex.

“You’re not going fucking anywhere tonight, babe. Not until we’re done with you.” You groan as he curls his fingers inside you and spanks you again. “You always talk back but you’re still so fucking wet for us, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”, he yells as he hits you again.

“YES!”

“Fuck, just listen to that pussy, Munson.” The sound of your slick fills the room as he thrusts his fingers at a faster pace. “Fucking whore is always ready.”

“Probably why she can’t help but eye fuck this entire town.”, Eddie condescends as he comes around to sit on the couch in front of you.

“Please…”, you moan as the coil tightens in your stomach.

“Please.”, he mocks making you growl before his fingers roughly pinch your cheeks. “Control the fucking attitude, Y/N. Since we’re nothing and we do nothing for you, might as well use you one last time and I’ll be damned if you’re going to look at me like that.”

Steve spanks you again causing you to whimper as your pussy clenches around his fingers and you cum hard around them. After literally ripping off your panties and Eddie tugging off your shirt, the other boy loops his arm around your waist, carrying you around the front of the sofa, and tossing you on it. You wince as you fall a little harder than you should of making both boys freeze. They don’t genuinely want to hurt you; they never have. You know what they’re doing right now is an outlet especially for Steve after what happened with his dad. They needed to feel in control and so did you. You desperately needed to feel like you could reign them in and keep their vices in check so it didn’t get worse.

If they needed to use you so they didn’t use themselves, so be it.

Your eyes flick between theirs before a slow, cool laugh leaves your lips.

“Oh, come on, boys. Don’t pretend like you fucking care now. I’m a whore right, Ed? Steve? Come on, baby.” You coo in a sarcastic tone as you push up on your knees and wrap your arms around the man’s neck. “Prove to me you’re not nothing. Show me what a real Harrington man is.”

With newfound motivation, he manhandled you till you were on your hands and knees facing Eddie’s lap. You mewled, biting your lip at the feeling of Steve’s spit hitting your cunt before he pushed down his shorts enough to free his cock and roughly thrust it into your entrance.

Ringed fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you back till you were looking at the metalhead’s angry face.

“You’re going to suck my cock, little girl, and you’re going to take all of it. No whining or complaining. Sluts do what they’re told.”

You nodded with heavy eyes as the man behind you abused that sensitive spot inside you over and over till your toes were curling. Shimming out of his boxers without letting you go; his dick sprang free and you wasted no time taking him into your mouth.

Eddie groaned as you did what you were told, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him. Every time you moaned at Steve’s thrusts, his fingers gripped you tighter as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. At least that bratty mouth is good for something. Shit.”

Looping his arm around you, Steve’s hand reached between your legs and began rubbing fast circles into your clit that had you screaming around Eddie as you pushed back against his hand.

“Fuck, Steve!”

“Yeah. That’s the fucking spot. I know. No one knows you better than us, little girl. Cum. Cum hard on my cock, Y/N!”, he demands as he spanks you with his other palm.

As the ball drops, you moan his name as your pussy quivers around him.

“Fuck. That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”, Steve grunts as he pounds into you chasing his high.

Clinging to your hair, Eddie holds you still as he thrusts up into your mouth and fucks your face as you gag.

“There you go, you little whore. Choke on my dick.”

Steve’s rhythm falters and he grunts as he releases his spend roughly into your cunt. As he fills you up, the metalhead pushes you lower onto his lap and growls loudly as your throat constricts around him. They both pull out of you at the same time and Eddie forcefully tugs you onto his lap facing him.

Your jaw falls open as he grips your waist and brings your down onto his cock, your hands clinging to his shoulders as he guides your movements.

“Harder, Y/N! Fucking make me believe that you fucking care!”

As you wrap your arms around him for leverage, you bounce faster and harder on his lap, throwing your head back as you moan loudly.

“E-Eddie, please!”

“Fuck.”, he grunts, lifting you into the air without pulling out, sitting you on the sofa while his palm grips the back as he takes over thrusting into you. “God, you feel so fucking good. You’re ours, little girl. This pussy belongs to us.”

When all you do is mewl and nod, his fingers take hold of your jaw, and force you to meet his intense gaze.

“Say it, Y/N. So we know you fucking understand.”

“I-I…my pussy be-belongs to you. Fuck.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You two.”

“WHO?!”, he snarls as he rolls his hips hard.

“EDDIE AND STEVE! Fuck, I’m gonna—”

The metalhead’s ringed fingers grab your throat and you whimper as you cum again. Eddie’s grip tightens and you feel your air slightly cut off. Right as your panicked eyes find Steve’s, the other boy paints your walls as he fucks it deep into your core.

Steve reaches over and tugs at his friend’s wrist, signaling for him to release you which he does. His chocolate eyes scan you over with worry, when he hears you cough as you catch your breath.

“I…I…shit. Y/N, are you…okay?”

When you don’t answer, they swiftly kick into action as Steve lifts you into his arms and carries you to his bathroom where he gets the tub ready. Eddie appears next to you with a bottle of water but as he offers it to you, you turn away.

“Sweetheart, you have to drink something.”

“Like either of you care.”

“Honey, of course we care.”

“DON’T! Don’t you honey and sweetheart me! I’m a whore who wants to fuck the entire town, right?! I’m butting into your business and making things worse, right?! I don’t love you and you don’t care if I leave, RIGHT?!” Pushing Steve away, you wince as you lower yourself in the warm water and bring your knees to your chin. “What do I have to do to prove to you that I only want you two? That I’m not going anywhere? Why does it have to be this way?”

They hang their heads as they silently clean you and you allow it. After drying you off and finding you a new pair of clothes to wear, you continue to ignore them as you climb into Steve’s bed and close your eyes. Both boys do the same, placing themselves on either side of you as Eddie presses himself against your back looping his arm around you and pulling you to him while Steve tenderly caressed your face.

“We’re sorry, baby.”, he whispers. “You deserve so much more than this. We’re fucking assholes.”

Steve watched your bottom lip quiver as Eddie held you tighter to his chest and he pressed his face into your shoulder as he began to quietly cry.

“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to grab you so hard. I love you. You’re not a whore. You’re our perfect angel. We can be better, Y/N.”

###########

“Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? You look tired.”

“Oh, thanks Glen. You know I’m trying this new routine—”

“Ok, ok, I get it. That was a little rude.”, he laughs. “You know, you always look beautiful.”

You softly smile as you turn towards your locker. These were the moments you wish you could tell people that you, Eddie, and Steve were more than best friends. Glen was a nice guy but you were in love with someone else. You knew it bothered them (especially Eddie) when men hit on you and it equally upset you when girls would do the same with them.

They knew better though just like you. You knew when Steve stumbled into a room with a girl on his heels they were probably just talking. Whenever he would call you over at 2am sobbing about something you couldn’t understand under his slurred words, you were positive that the perfume you were smelling was most likely yours from days ago when you spent the night.

They made sure you never had to worry about things like that…

As you opened your locker a note tumbled into your hand.

“Hey pretty girl,

We just wanted to say we love you so much and miss you.

Can’t wait to see you later tonight.

You deserve the world, angel.

-Steve X Eddie”

“Are you, um, going to the party tonight?”

“Yeah.”, you answer him as you hold the note to your chest. “Steve is probably going to pick me and Eddie up.”

“Oh. Ok…I thought, maybe, you’d want to ride with me.”

“Glen…I…thank you but I’m just not…”

“Hey. No worries.”, he grins. “I’ll still be your friend and think you’re cool.”

***

“Geez, this fucking house is insane. How many people live here?”, Eddie asks as he takes a sip of the “punch” in his cup.

“I think 3 but…”, you laugh as you wonder around with them.

“Pfft. Jamie’s parents and herself makes three people who are never home.” Steve picks up a figurine and shows it to you with confusion before putting it back. “I will never understand why rich people buy these massive houses but are never in them. Our house isn’t that big but it’s just me or the three of us 99% of the time.”

“Ok, got it. When we move in together no big house.”, you giggle causing him to stick out his tongue at you.

“That’s too bad. When I became a rockstar I was going to buy us a HUGE mansion.”, the metalhead muses as he glances up another spiral staircase that was blocked off. After looking around, he tugs down the ribbon, and grabs your hand to guide you up to the next floor.

“Hm, baby. This reminds me of The Shining.”, you whine.

Eddie chuckles as he turns around and wiggles his index finger in front of your face.

“Redrum!”

“Stop!”

Continuing to laugh, he pulls you to his side as you wrap your arms around his waist. You loved these moments; the moments where they seemed like their old selves before things had gotten worse. It gave you hope that you could save them; that you could bring the Eddie and Steve you first met on those swings back to you.

“Hey guys. Come look at this here.”, Steve calls as he opens a random door. “This must be her parent’s room.”

As he stared at the massive sized bed with a canopy, you ventured into the bathroom while Eddie looked around the closet.

“Jesus Christ, this is bigger than our fucking trailer.”, he scoffs as he flashes Steve who followed him in some of the clothes. “If you need a bench in your closet, maybe the closet it too big, yeah?”

The other man took a swig from his flask as his eyes scanned everything around him.

“I don’t think I’ll every be rich enough to give her this.”, he mumbles causing the metalhead to abruptly turn his way.

“Don’t say that, Harrington. Just because your dad is a douchebag doesn’t mean you won’t own a company one day. It doesn’t have to be his.”

“Pfft, said the rockstar.”

“Ha! Yeah. That’s if I can get my fingers to do what I want them to do.”, Eddie sighs as he begins digging his is pockets, finding his little vile. “Or my brain for that matter.”

“Maybe…maybe we really should slow down, ya know?”, Steve whispers.

“It’s not that serious, Steven.”

“You almost choked her out.”

“And you fuck other cheerleaders. Do you really want to play that game right now?”, Eddie hisses.

“Shhh! I don’t…I don’t mean to. We go somewhere and then I wake up the next morning…”

“Yeah, tell her that.”

“I love her.”, Steve growls. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Well, I love her to.”, he sighs before patting his friend’s shoulder. “Everything’s fine, man. Trust me.”

The sound of you jumping onto the bed brings them back into reality as they exit the closet and find you sprawled out with a wide smile on your face. Crawling in beside you, the three of you lay there in comfortable silence as you listen to them breathe.

“I love you both…for who you are…I hope you know that.” You feel their eyes shift towards you as you continue. “No matter what. It’s always been just us and I’m always going to be here for you. I don’t care if we have a house like this or… a tiny trailer.”

“We’re not going to let you live your life in a tiny trailer, sweetheart. I don’t care what I have to do but that’s never going to be your reality.”

“Whatever WE have to do.”, Steve clarified. “We’re always going to be there for you, honey. You put up with a lot when it comes to us. Soon it will all be worth it.”

“Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we ditch this party, go back to my place, and watch some spooky movies that will make Harrington pee his pants?”

Nodding, you giggle as Steve rolls his eyes. After running down the stairs, a face you recognized abruptly stopped you to say hello.

“Hi Glen. I’m actually about to leave!”

“Really? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” His nervous eyes scan Steve’s stumbling frame as Eddie bounces on his heels waiting for you. “You’re leaving with them?”

“Yeah of course. We’re going to go hang out at Eddie’s trailer.”

“You’re driving right? Or, maybe, even I can.”

“Oh, um…” Your own gaze shifts towards them, taking note at the longer you take the more annoyed their eyes seem to become. “His place isn’t that fair. It’s not a big deal. I appreciate the thought though.”, you smile as you give him a quick hug.

Before you can turn away, Glen holds you in his grasp.

“Don’t go with them, Y/N. Please.”

Holding your smile, you pull away and nod your head, slightly assuring him that everything would be alright.

“What did he want?”

“Just to say hello. We have a couple of classes together and we help each other sometimes.” As you three search for Steve’s BMW, you anxiously watch him fumble with his keys. “Stevie, baby, maybe you should let me drive.”

“Pfft, I can drive, honey. I’m barely even drunk.”

Eddie’s arms wrap around you from behind as he tenderly kisses the nook between your neck and shoulder. “Come on, princess. You can sit in the back with me.”

***

Steve frustratingly tries to yank at the car door but it won’t budge.

“Steve…”, Eddie calls to his friend as the sirens begin to wail in the distance.

“I can’t…the door…” Desperately, he falls to his knees and tries to reach for your hand through the shattered window as you dangled upside down from where you were still buckled in. “I can’t reach her…Y/N…w-wake up.”

“S-S-Steve.” The sound of sirens got louder as the metalhead panicked going into sensory overload. The sirens, Steve grunting as he tried different ways to get to you, the smell of metal and blood. “STEVEN! We need to go. NOW!”

“Eddie, we can’t just leave her here!”

The long-haired boy tugged at his friend’s sweater, dragging him to his feet.

“Yeah? And you’ll never see her again if you get arrested for drunk driving and me for possession. She’ll be fine. They’re almost here. They can get her out!”

Steve had his own internal battle pausing only for a second when he heard the sound of you groan.

“I-I-I…FUCK!”

Both boys run and disappear just as Hopper’s police car skids onto the scene.

***

“Hey, Y/N. This feels like a stupid question but how are you feeling?”, the police chief asks as he takes a seat beside your hospital bed. It had been almost two weeks since the accident and people could barely get anything out of you.

Your parents had been by your side the entire time, holding your hand, and caressing your hair as you cried through every painful process the doctors put you through. Your mom and Hopper exchange a worried glance as you ignore the question, continuing to stare at the phone by your bed.

“I’m not going to bug you too much but I was hoping to get some more details about what happened. We know you weren’t driving because we found you buckled in the backseat.”

Again, no response.

“We, uh, got a tip that you and some friends left a party at the same time. Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington? The car in the accident is also Mr. Harrington’s.” Your eyes start to tear up and you quickly suffocate the notion by closing your eyes. “Um, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, may I have a moment alone with Y/N?”

After your parent’s leave, Hopper comes to sit on the opposite end of the room directly in front of you, his gaze soft as he scans you over.

“Y/N, you’re not in trouble. I know you didn’t cause this. I also know that you’re very loyal to your friends but, honey, you’re not helping either of them if they don’t face the consequences for what they do.” Your eyes open finally meeting his and he doesn’t faulter as he continues. “No one is in trouble here. I just want to help them and you. I also want to make sure no one else gets hurt.”

Shifting you gaze towards the phone again, a montage of everything they had been through ran through your mind. Eddie had lost his mom and his dad was abusive before going in. After moving in with Wayne, things got better at home but not at school or in Hawkins. People bullied him relentlessly making him feel like he was a freak who would never be anything but.

Steve had basically raised himself being alone most of his childhood. His asshole father and absent mother were always away on business or even pleasure leaving him behind. When they were home, his dad said terrible things to him and broke him down constantly telling him he was worthless. While the boy was popular school, adults constantly seemed to underestimate him adding to his insecurity.

They didn’t need prison, they needed you. It was just you and them against the world. Yeah, they hadn’t called yet but they would. They would give you a rational reason for leaving you behind and comfort you, telling you everything would be ok. Then things could go back to how they used to be or even better. Maybe this accident would wake them up to the damage their vices can do…

“I don’t remember who was driving. I just remember something darting into the road and then waking up here.”, you whisper.

The police chief sighs as he nods. He can’t force you to say what you need to say. If that’s the story you want to stick with, he’ll write his report and give it to the insurance companies.

“I see. Ok, Y/N. Thank you for your candor and I hope…I hope you feel better. I’m always here if you need to talk.”

Softly smiling, you turn your attention back to the phone as you continue to wait.

They’ll call or come by. They love me. We need each other… I know it.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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wibta for asking to be included in my partner’s messages with his gf? (sorry, this one’s long.)

i (23f) have been with my partner “finn” (22m) for roughly four years, on and off. we’ve hit some rough patches over the years for a variety of reasons, including that my partner is trans and only recently realised this and we both live in very conservative areas with unsupportive parents. i broke up with him because my parents gave me an ultimatum of break up or move out; he once broke up with me because of a controlling friend who thought i didn’t believe he was trans (i still identify as a lesbian even though i’m dating a man and i’m not interested in label discoursing over it). etc. so yes, we’ve been rocky, but i love him and we now live together with our two cats and are very happy.

now. enter “mia,” (20f), my partner’s new girlfriend.

finn and i have been theoretically polyamorous for six months since i came out to him as aromantic and told him i’m fine with him dating other people if they feel he wants more “romance” in his life (we still do romantic things, but it’s definitely more of a performance on my end and not something i really feel. i’ve been open and honest about this, and i’m genuinely not hurt that finn has taken up this offer and started to date mia. i was happy they got together, actually, because mia and i have been friends for awhile and i knew she had a (poorly hidden) crush on finn for awhile. i never told her we were polyamorous because i didn’t want to get her hopes up regarding finn, but it seemed like it all worked out happily when they started dating about six weeks ago.

except… finn has had a COMPLETE change in how he treats me in those weeks. he barely speaks to me when we’re both home outside of necessity, often avoids being in the same room as me (especially if he’s calling or texting mia, he will completely leave the room if i walk in), and he cancelled our weekly date night this week for a flimsy reason. he then spent most of the night texting mia.

i’ve been doing my best to ignore this, chalking it up to the butterflies stage of a new relationship, letting them have their fun, etc, but after more than a month, it’s really starting to grate on me. finn and i have been through so much to be together, and it suddenly feels as if he doesn’t give a shit about our relationship anymore and has tossed it aside for mia. (who, by the way, doesn’t speak to me at ALL anymore about anything but finn. our friendship has completely disappeared since they started dating.)

of course, dear tumblr, i am an adult and i know basic relationship skills. i sat finn down the other night and explained how i was feeling. i asked if we could extend our weekly date nights to him having a no-mia bubble so he could focus on me specifically just for that on evening. i also suggested we have a “double date” with all three of us every now and then, because mia and i are (or…used to be?) friends too, and it would be fun for all of us to be together. finn first said he agreed with me, and then he said a few things that set off major alarm bells. he said mia seems insecure in their relationship right now compared to his relationship with me, so he’s been devoting extra time to her so she stops feeling jealous. i asked if mia was jealous of me specifically, and he dodged the question, but i think it’s kind of obvious now. so i asked if mia wanted him to break up with me and be with just her instead - which, admittedly, was maybe a reach, and that’s where i think i might be the asshole. but i can’t shake the feeling that it’s true, especially after finn’s repeated non-answers.

at this point, i feel like the only way i could convince myself that mia isn’t trying to break up me and finn so she can date him solely is to be more included in their relationship. on one hand, i think that’s fair - i HAVE been dating finn much longer, we live together, etc. i’m his life partner. we agreed on polyamory IF everyone felt loved in it, and quite frankly i’m not feeling the love anymore. however, i don’t want to overreact or overreach. the last thing i want to do is try to control his relationship with mia, and i’m worried maybe i’m just being too jealous and i’m the one who needs to chill out.

you let me know, tumblr. TLDR: my polyamorous partner is ignoring me to spend time with his new girlfriend. wibta if i asked him to start including me in his texts/dates/etc with her because i think she wants the two of us to break up?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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elektramustdie · 5 months

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

warnings - unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy) very slight choking, spanking, angst ??

“| work hard to make enough money to keep us here, and I hate every fucking minute of it, | fucking hate it! But | do it for you, and you always act so fucking ungrateful" frank screamed, pointing his finger in your face.

Another fight had started between you two, the same one that never seemed to end. You and Frank had moved from your city go-getter lifestyle to one in the suburbs, trading the subway and bright lights for a cute little house and picket fence.

You hated being a housewife, you hated the stupid neighbours who couldn't keep their noses to themselves, and you hated your little court where every house was a carbon copy of the other.

Going from your fast-paced life to this was the last thing you ever wanted. You worked remotely which provided you with the luxury of working wherever you wanted, so when Frank got offered a job promotion to lead the next expansion for his company it made sense to make the move.

But you weren't happy, and neither was Frank. He came home every day angry, or tired, or disappointed. Never happy.

You moved for a job he ended up hating, all because the money sounded good and you thought it would make your lifestyle better. But it did the opposite and you just wanted to move back to the city and get back to your lively, fun life. Your happy life with your husband. Hence the fight, the one where he acts like you're ungrateful because you complained that he was always angry.

He walked through the door and slammed it shut, not even saying a single word to you before disappearing into his office to do god knows what then coming out only to ask you what was for dinner. Like you didn't work as hard as he did.

“Ungrateful!? You are fucking unbelievable. | never wanted to move in the first place, but I did it because you wanted the promotion. And now it's backfired and it's suddenly my fault? You come home angry every fucking day and it's my fault!? What sort of bullshit logic is that" you yelled back. "Don't fucking act like you didn't want the money” he sneered, stepping closer so you were nearly toe to toe "The second you saw that shiny new payslip, and the little convertible | bought you, you were frothing like you do over my cock"

"Oh fuck you, Frank! Money means shit when you come home angry then act like an asshole and we both know it. I'd sell my fucking carina heartbeat if it meant I got my husband back. So don't you dare tell me this is about the money, this is about you proving to yourself that you didn't fuck up. Because Mr'I'm always right’ can never be wro-"

You couldn't finish your words, because your breath was taken away when his hand darted out and wrapped around your neck, his mouth smashing against yours in a brutal kiss. You grabbed his wrist instinctually, the other hand fisting his dress shirt as you kissed back hungrily. "are you gonna shut up and let me fuck it out, or would you rather keep screaming at each other" he pulled away harshly, his breath hard and the anger burning through him evident by his clenched jaw and flared nostrils. You didn't want to respond, because all that would come out were angry words, more screaming. So you just pulled him back by his shirt instead, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck. Frank gripped onto the small of your back, pulling you flush into him so he could move his hands lower to the hem of your dress. He walked you backwards, and you followed blindly, stumbling until your bum hit the edge of the dining room table. He roughly tugged up your dress over your hips, lifting you onto the table before practically ripping your underwear off. Everything was rough, angry, heated.

You frantically undid the buckle of his belt, tugging open his zipper and pushing his pants along with his boxers down. There was no time to remove clothing properly, his shirt stayed on, as did your dress because you just needed each other too bad. He tugged your head back with a firm grip near your roots, guiding himself to your entrance before entering in one hard thrust. You let out a cry, digging your fingers into his shoulders at the intrusion.“I hate fighting like this" he grunted, attaching his lips to your neck as he squeezed your hip for leverage. His thrusts were borderline savage, anger evident in every movement as he drove into you. He was hitting every spot perfectly, his mouth attacking all your sensitive areas in a way that had you crying out with every touch. It felt so good, words couldn't explain how amazing it felt to be reconnected with your husband again.

"So do I" you whined, unable to hold your moans back. Frank forced your hands off his back and onto the table edge so he could slip your thin straps down your shoulders, letting the dress fall just enough to expose your bouncing breasts. His hands returned to their places, one at the back of your neck and the other sliding down to your clit, rubbing in circles the way he knew you loved. He attached his mouth to your breasts, kissing and sucking everywhere to mark you up. You were his, and marking your pretty skin with his mouth showed that to anyone that saw. He wasn't going to lose you, and he wouldn't be the reason you decided to up and leave one day. He loved you too much for that.

“Can feel you squeezing me, you're close aren't you baby? Always cum so quick around my cock" he panted, feeling your thighs tense on either side of your hips. You let out a little moan of encouragement, too caught up in the borderline painful thrusts and his delicate touches on your clit building up your orgasm to form words.

“Cum for me, let me feel it" he demanded, nipping at your neck before kissing a line up and bringing his lips to yours. You exploded soon after, letting out a cry as waves of pleasure erupted through your body, your hips shaking and seizing as he never stopped his thrusts or his touch on your clit. It almost became too much, but Frank knew your body like his own and slowed his movements before you even asked him to. You hadn't even calmed from your high before you were lifted again, carried through the house with his cock still filling you to the brim and brought to your bed. “Take your dress off" Frank demanded, dropping you onto the bed and beginning to undo his shirt buttons.

“Take it off yourself" you challenged, leaning back on your hands and looking at him with defiance. Your dress had moved back in place when he took you to your bedroom, collected around your hips and hiding everything he wanted to see. You were sick of him telling you what to do and how to feel. You needed to push back, ina way that wouldn't result in another argument. Getting him to unleash his dominant role and punish you for not listening to him sounded like the perfect way. Your anger wasn't gone yet and having him spank your ass would've helped release a lot of that. "Now isn't the time to test my patience" he warned, slipping his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. "Take it off"

“Fuck. You" you over pronounced each word, smiling sweetly at him. His jaw clenched, his eyes trailing over your body in a slow sinful manner. Before you knew it he grabbed onto your ankles and pulled your body flat, turning you over and gripping your hips to drag you back so you were on your knees close to the edge of the bed with your upper body against the duvet. He thrust into you in one go, eliciting another loud cry when he began spanking each of your cheeks. He had an impossibly tight grip on your hip, enough to create bruises that you'd feel for days. His smacks landed one after the other, alternating on each side as he kept a hard pace the entire time.

“I hate when you don't listen, but you do it on purpose don't you? Just want me to bruise you up isn't that right?" he rasped, wrapping your hair around his fist and tugging back so you were forced to follow, your back bumping against his chest.

"Yes, gives me something else to feel" you panted, your words having more weight behind them than you meant. Your body buzzed when he quickly pulled your dress off then hugged you close to him with an arm around your waist.

“What are you feeling right now huh? This not enough?" he asked against your ear, pressing over your stomach where his cock was bulging out. The angle was so steep, so deep and full you felt like crying, You felt like crying in another way too. Anger had a quick way of turning into something more… broken. Even with Frank's cock feeling incredible inside you, the skin-to-skin contact between you two feeling like it had healed so many wounds… it wasn't enough.

“ feel like i hate you and I'm trying not to” your eyes squeezed closed as you felt his movements stall, the high of what was meant to be hot angry sex disappearing quickly.

"What?" his voice was defeated, a complete 180 from his previous commanding tone. You couldn't reply, not when he slid out of you, or when he turned you around to face him. You kept your eyes closed the whole time, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "Baby, look at me, please" he begged, cupping your face. You put your hands over his and opened your eyes slowly, seeing his broken expression making you want to close them again and go hide. "You don't mean it do you, you don't really hate me?" he asked, pleading for it not to be true.

“I do… | hate who you've become, who this job has turned you-me into… We never fought, never yelled and now that's all we're doing" you sighed, "I love you, but I can't help but hate you at the same time. I just-! wish we could go back" tears welled up in your eyes and you looked up at the ceiling trying to get rid of them.

"Oh no, please don't cry. Fuck, please baby, just look back at me" he pleaded, wiping his thumbs under your eyes to catch the tears spilling down your face. You let out a quivering breath before looking back at him, your eyesight blurred from tears. "We can fix this, /can fix this. 'll do better, | promise" he assured you, kissing you gently in a promise.

"How Frank ? Acting less angry, or upset won't fix the fact that you're unhappy. | want you to be happy" you sighed, your heart breaking at the thought of Frank playing pretend for you when he was suffering on the inside. You wanted something that made you both happy.

“And | want you to be happy… | thought this move would do that, but maybe | was wrong…” he admitted. Frank didn't care about himself, he would've worked a job he despised every day for the rest of his life if it meant you were happy and taken care of. He never thought that he was bringing his anger home with him, too clouded by the money and what it had given you two materially to realise that he wasn't being a good husband. You weren't ungrateful, you were tired. Tired of him.

“So what do we do?" you asked, knowing what you wanted to do, but not sure if Frank wanted the same thing. We move back to the city, and I find a job that makes me happy and helps me be a better husband… for you" he smiled, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “You'd do that?"

"I would move heaven and earth for you baby, I'm so fucking in love

with you it's ridiculous" he smiled, making you smile in return. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close so you could kiss him, unable to hide your smile against his mouth. "t… love…you" you spoke between kisses, deepening it when you felt Frank wrap his arms around your waist in return. Your kisses held so many words, so much love, so many apologies and regret, so much Just. It turned passionate fast, Frank groaning into your mouth and guiding you to lay on your back with your head on the pillows. His hands caressed your body as he hovered over you, running his hand down the curve of your waist to your hips then back up, palming your breast before grabbing his cock to guide himself to your entrance.

“I love you so much, darling. My beautiful, beautiful wife" he professed, kissing you sweetly as he nudged inside you, taking his time to slowly push until his balls touched the curve of your ass. He was making sure you felt all of it, felt every vein, every inch of him slowly filling you up.

“I love you" you whined as he started moving, hiking your thigh up your hip as he delivered slow but hard thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rocked into you, keeping your bodies as close together as possible. You loved kissing him, being close to him. Sex didn't fix everything, and your discussion would definitely have to be more thorough than Frank's promise, but it helped a whole lot to bring you back together. Your bodies moving as one, rocking in sync, hips meeting each other with gasped moans and whimpers, 'I love you's' falling like a mantra out, of your mouths. It was lovemaking at its finest, a symbol of your marital promises to each other, your unbounded love. His fingers met your clit, rubbing in soft pets that brought you delicious pleasure. He wanted the two of you to finish in sync, the ultimate promise of moving forward as a couple and making things better, together.

" Faster, p-please you breathed, your back arching up when he followed your plead almost instantly, his hips snapping against yours with greater speed that was immediately drawing your orgasm faster.

“Want to cum together, please baby hold on for me… squeezing me so. fucking perfect" he panted, his forehead dropping to the crook of your neck as he pressed haphazard kisses to your skin.

“I'm close" you moaned, head dropping back and eyes squeezing shut as you tried to reign in your orgasm. You were on the edge, and holding back was agonizing.

"I know, fuck-I know. 'm close too baby, just hold on" he begged, joining your mouths again in a sloppy kiss as he rocked alittle faster to chase his own orgasm. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, rubbing against, yours in a way that had him groaning. He loved the taste of you, of all of you.

“C'mon baby, oh god 'm coming, 'm coming" he spoke against your mouth, keeping a steady pace on your clit as he stilled inside you, his hips shaking as he came. You could feel his orgasm fill you as you let your own go, moaning out in relief as the tension left your body, pleasure spreading from your core outwards. You called out his name, clawing at his back and desperately seeking out his mouth as he drew you through it with gentle caresses of your sensitive bud.

" i love you, | love you, | love you" you repeated against his lips, his body slumping over yours as you both panted in each other's mouths. He repeated the sentiment, giving you a peck before rolling off you and bringing you into his chest, still needed to feel close to you before he had to get up and grab something to clean the two of you up.

"I'm sorry for our fight, | never should've said those things… | didn't mean it" Frank whispered, cupping your face to face his and rubbing his thumb under your eye, remembering the tears that welled up there. The serene feeling in the room felt too sacred to disturb by talking louder.

“I'm sorry too" you apologised in a similar tone, "We will need to talk about it properly, | hope you know that" you spoke again after a few minutes of looking each other, saying so many things just by the looks

you were exchanging.

"1 know… just let me hold you for now"

#smut fic #my chemical romance #frank iero #frank iero x reader #mcr #emo

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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*Different Types of Kisses–Joe Keery

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, language

"Get over here," I said the second he answered the phone.

"Let me guess; rough day and you need to get drunk and make fun of your best friend." He joked. When I didn't say anything, he changed his tone. "What happened?"

"What do you think happened?" I scoffed. "My boss is a misogynistic asshole who would do anything to get me to take my clothes off. Everyone I work with is a misogynistic freak who only likes having me around so they have someone to gawk at. Too bad he's twice my age and. . ."

"A misogynistic asshole?" He asked.

"Exactly!" I yelled into the phone.

"I'm on my way," Joe said sweetly. "Want me to pick up something to drink on the way?"

"I have that covered," I said, opening my second beer since I got home.

"So I hear," he laughed.

"Bring food," I instructed. "I'm starving."

"You got it."

Twenty-five minutes later, Joe arrived with a bag of burgers and an unopened six-pack. Thirty minutes after that, the burgers were gone and so was the six-pack. Both of us were stuffed and drunk off our asses.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you don't have a soulmate?" I asked.

"I know I have a soulmate," Joe nodded, swaying a little.

"Really?" I asked, sitting up. I giggled when I almost slid off the couch. "Who's your. . . What were we talking about?"

"Soulmates," Joe said after he had to think about it for a second.

"Oh yeah!" I gasped. I almost fell again but this time Joe caught me. Instead of letting me go, he pulled me into his arms and sat back into the couch cushion.

"So, soulmates?" He asked as he started slowly dragging his fingers up and down my arm.

"I don't think I have one," I pouted. "No guy wants to stay with me."

"Well, the guys you've been dating are losers," Joe scoffed, starting to sound angry.

"Did you know that 'soulmates' were invented by Cupid?"

"I don't think that's true, Y/N," Joe said, tightening his arms around me.

"Well, how would you know?" I drunkenly asked. "I'm full of interesting facts."

"I know you are," he laughed.

"Your turn!"

"My turn for what?"

"Your turn to tell an interesting fact."

I looked up and waited for him to think of one. My face felt hot when he smiled. He sat us up and turned toward me.

"Did you know that there were different types of kisses?"

"What?" I laughed. "Joe, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm serious," he chuckled.

"No, you're drunk," I giggled. I gasped when Joe leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"That means we're cute together," he explained.

"Okay," I said, clearing my throat.

Joe kissed my cheek. "That means we're friends."

"Mmhmm," I hummed. I watched as he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"That means I adore you."

I held my breath when Joe leaned down and kissed my shoulder.

"That means you're perfect."

I tried to take a breath but it instantly got caught in my throat when he leaned in and kissed my neck. He didn't pull away as he whispered, "That means I want you." He kissed my neck again before adding, "Now."

"Joe," I moaned as he continued to kiss my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more room.

"And this means. . ."

Instead of continuing, Joe pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I started kissing him back. Our lips moved in sync as we got more comfortable with each other. Joe grabbed my hips and pulled me so I was straddling him.

Our mouths moved hungrily as we fell into a quick and almost desperate rhythm. I ran my hands through his hair while one of his explored my back and the other explored my thigh.

We were enjoying ourselves too much to focus on the risks and the problems this could cause. All I could focus on was the feeling of Joe's lips on mine and the burn his hands caused whenever he touched me.

I broke the kiss and smirked at him. I slowly crawled off his lap making Joe pout. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. I led him upstairs, the reality of what we were about to do, finally creeping in.

I pushed it down when I felt him squeeze my hand. We went down the hall, stopping in front of my room. I turned towards him, my face burning as he smiled at me.

"What are we waiting for?" He asked.

"I just want to make sure of something."

"Okay," Joe said, backing us up and pinning me against the door.

"Are we making a mistake?"

Joe's smile dropped for a brief second. He quickly regained his smile, stepping closer to me.

"I don't think we're making a mistake," he whispered. "I think this is something we should've done a long time ago."

"Really?" I asked under my breath. Joe closed the gap between us, his nose touching mine.

"Really," he whispered as he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

We grunted against each other's lips as we hit the door. Those grunts turned to moans as we continued to hit the door and grind up against each other. Joe reached around me and opened the door. We laughed, breaking the kiss as we almost fell.

"Jump," he ordered. I smirked as I jumped into his arms.

I pressed my lips back to his as he carried me into my room. I gasped when Joe laid us down on my bed. He crawled over me, no longer smirking. Instead, he was smiling. He reached down and dragged his fingers against my cheek.

"I don't think we're making a mistake," he whispered. "I've wanted this for a long time, Y/N. I've wanted you."

"I've wanted you too."

Joe roughly pressed his lips to mine, both of us moaning in sync. We didn't waste any more time. Neither one of us broke the kiss as we slowly started to undress ourselves.

He finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily when we were in our underwear. He looked down, choking back a growl as he scanned my body.

"Damn," he said through his teeth. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"I thought you wanted me," I moaned. "Now."

"I do," he growled, smashing his lips onto mine.

Our lips moved heavily in sync as Joe slowly started grinding his body against mine. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. I breathed heavily as his mouth explored my chest. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming his name as I could feel the hickeys forming.

I grabbed his shoulder blades, digging my nails into his back as he started biting my chest. A few swear words slipped through my mouth as Joe pressed his face between my breasts. His hands slid under my body until he found the hook.

"Joe!" I finally yelled as my bra snapped open. He kept his face pressed to my chest as he tore off my bra.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"Baby," I moaned back. "My turn."

He sat up and smirked as I reached up, grabbed his boxer's and yanked them down. I let out another moan when I saw how big and hard he already was.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled.

"Damn right I do," I said through my teeth.

I grabbed his face and brought his lips roughly down to mine. As our lips moved in sync, our tongues battled for dominance, Joe reached down and slid my underwear off. I laughed as he threw them aside. He instantly grabbed my thigh, opening my legs.

"Joe," I moaned as he massaged my legs. "Don't make me wait any longer to feel you inside me. Please, baby. Just fucking get in me."

"You got it, baby girl," Joe grunted. I gasped, arching my back when Joe thrusted into me. He let out a shaky breath, swearing under his breath when I squeezed myself around his hard member.

"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Keep doing that."

"I will if you keep thrusting."

Our moans echoed off the room as we got louder with each thrust. We didn't move around much but the pleasure was more than either one of us ever imagined.

Neither one of us cared about keeping track of how long we were filling each other's wildest fantasies. We were more focused on stopping ourselves from ending this too soon.

"Y/N," he moaned. "I'm not sure. . . I think I'm about to. . ."

"Me too," I gasped when he pushed deeply into me and found my g spot. "Let's do it together."

"Should we count it out?" He smirked.

"Just kiss and push, baby," I said, running my fingers through his hair as he slowed his thrusts. "Let our bodies do the rest."

"You got it," he grunted.

I grabbed his face and brought our lips together as he pulled out of me. I bit his lip, slightly sucking on it as he pushed into me. Our moans were in sync as our bodies barely left each other. Eventually, we reached our peaks, screaming each other's names.

"Holy shit," Joe gasped rolling off of me.

"I know," I giggled. "That was. . . Wow."

"I love you."

"What?" I stuttered. I looked over at him to see him already watching me. We were both out of breath and Joe had just rolled off me. We had gotten so into how we were making each other feel, we had switched back positions. He turned toward me, slightly scooting closer to me.

"It's what we did means," he explained.

"Not usually," I chuckled. He playfully pouted before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.

"But for us?"

"You're right."

Joe rolled us so he was hovering over me again. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. He broke it sooner than I would've liked.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered.

"I love you too, Joe."

"I can't believe we waited so long."

"We were scared," I whispered. I lazily wrapped my arms around his neck. "We have been friends for a really long time. If one of us confessed their feelings and the other didn't feel the same. . . It would've ruined everything that we have. I couldn't. . . I couldn't lose you, Joe."

I finally looked at him, seeing his eyes soft. "I was too afraid to lose you too," he whispered. "I was such a coward and I kicked myself in the ass every day that I didn't tell you."

"I've imagined myself finally having the courage to tell you and you telling me you felt the same so many times," I confessed. "I thought it was just wishful thinking."

Joe leaned over and gently kissed me. He pulled away and rubbed his nose against mine.

"It wasn't," he whispered. He leaned back and smiled down at me.

"Joe?"

"Yes, gorgeous?"

"I'm fucking exhausted."

Joe laughed as he lay next to me, instantly pulling me into his chest. He grabbed the blanket and draped it over us. He reached up and started running his fingers through my hair.

"Get some sleep," he whispered.

"Only if you promise to be here when I wake up," I mumbled, sleep hitting me. I smiled when his arms tightened around me.

"I'm not going anywhere."

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV #joe keery smut #steve harrington #stranger things

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3rachaswrld · 2 months

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I Like You | 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Pt 2

Description: Vance said he likes you, and you said it back which led to a make out sesh. But he warned you...and you wanted to continue.

Warnings: Sexual content, Reader being a virgin

Vance pulls away to catch his breath. "Should we continue? Or do you want to stop? Because if we continue, I might not control myself. Vance breathed. "Continue." You panted.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Vance clears his throat. "Vance, I know...we've only talked for about a year or so now. I didn't think you'd like me back. Plus, the scenarios in my head are probably worse than what you had in mind." You chuckled. "What scenarios?" Vance furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, because I knew you messed with other girls and I know that you straight up leave them." You avoided his eyes, scared to hear what he will say. "They're boring, but I actually like you. I almost pussied out when I came over." Vance caused you to laugh. "Are you scared of me?" Vance asked. "No. I was just scared to lose our friendship." You fiddled with your fingers anxiously. "You won't lose me unless you push me away." Vance sat down next to you.

"I know I can be an asshole, and I do dumb shit. But I do like you, Y/N. I promise." Vance held your hand that was resting on your knee. "Was the make out too much?" Vance teased. "You're funny, but no. I actually wanted... more. But, I don't know what this means for us. Because you stole my first kiss." You smiled, your cheeks going back to that pink hue again. "What do you want it to be?" Vance scoots closer over to you. "I think you know." You smirked. Vance returned the smirk and pulls your jaw with one hand, kissing you softly yet so harsh. You both grunted into the kiss as you fall backwards onto the bed. This time your hands were free, and your mind was so fogged up, you simply let your body do all the work. Your hands yanked his sleeveless jacket off and threw it somewhere in your room. "I'm gonna assume you're a virgin, too?" Vance back away. You looked away and sighed. "It's okay, I'll be gentle." Vance turned your head with his hand that was still on your jaw. "That's if you're oka-" You cut Vance off by reeling him in again.

His hands began to roam around your body. A minute passes by, and Vance was still glued to your lips. In his jeans, he pulls out a condom. "Do you just casually carry those?" You laughed. "No, I thought I should bring one just in case things will ever... happened." Vance snickered.

Pulling in for a kiss one last time, his lips traveled down to your jaw, then to your neck. "I'm gonna make you mine." Vance hissed, nipping at your neck. You covered your mouth, not wanting to make any noise. His knee was back between your legs, and moving further up. "Move your hand, I wanna fucking hear you." Vance growled against your bruised skin. You removed your hand, as Vance sits up. He takes his shirt off in one swift movement. You clearly see the bulge in his pants starting to grow. This was your first time, but you didn't feel nervous.

Vance's lips were so puffy making out and sucking hickeys on your neck. He looked so beautiful under your dim lit room. You immediately took your shirt and pants off, not wanting to wait any longer than you had to. Did you expect this? Not really.

"So beautiful." Vance began to move his fingers up your leg, ever so lightly that it almost tickles. His fingers stop at the edge of your underwear. "Are you ready?" Vance looks for reansurrance in your eyes. You eagerly nodded. He firstly started rubbing the pads of his two fingers against your heat. You gasped and threw your head back. Vance bit his bottom lip, focused on what he was doing. "Do you mind if I take these off" He asks, his fingers were already hooked to them. "Yes." You breathed. Vance smiled, and yanked them off. The soft gaze in his eyes, you've never seen it. Vance was normally rough, aggresive, and mean. But, this? This was different. Vance licked one finger, and slowly enters it inside you. You gasped so loud that Vance had to cover your mouth as his other hand was working on you. You felt a knot twist in your stomach. But before you could say anything, you came undone. "Yeah, yeah. Good girl." Vance stops. He began to take his jeans off, along with his underwear. Your eyes stayed glued to his length. "Don't worry, I'll go slow." Vance smiles.

His length was wrapped up, and he inches closer to your entrance. "If it hurts, let me know, and I will stop." Vance kissed you. The pain of feeling him stretch you out was almost agonizing. But soon you began to feel more pleasure than pain. Hearing Vance's moans and groans drove you wild. His hand was pinning next to your head and other was holding your hand. His head was leaning on yours. "I...fucking...love...you." You panted each word with each thrust Vance had made. "Mmph, I love...you too, babygirl." Vance loudly grunts. "I think...I'm." You paused. "I'm gonna cum too." Vance kissed you. Your free hand scratched down Vance's back as you both released. Vance muttered sweet nothings with some cursing at the end.

You both laid there, out of breath, snuggled up together. "So...when does your mom get back?" Vance asks. "Not until next week." You answered. "Cool, so I can stay until then?" Vance smirked. "Hmm, maybe." You smirked back, laying against his warm, semi-sweaty chest.

THE END.

I would've added more but its late and got other fanfics to do. ;-;

#the black phone #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #fanfic

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yeonjuns-girlfriend · 8 months

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Make up s*x with Yeonjun 💜

genre: angst/ smut/ oneshot

WARNING ⚠️: arguing, slight violence maybe , cursing, , unprotected, angry yeonjun , a little toxic

Word count 2.k

Summary : you and Yeonjun are at a rough patch in your relationship you get into an argument he goes clubbing and comes back with hickeys.

It was their last week in the US before heading to Indonesia. The boys were eager to spend a week in the US without having to work. You wanted to celebrate with them of course but you opted out wanting them to fully enjoy the time with each other . You didn't want to distract Yeonjun from enjoying this time with his members. You and him have been dating for about a year now. It's a private relationship but his members know ,after all he did insist on bringing you with him on tour .which you thought was sweet but you felt embarrassed about because you didn't want to be a burden to staff and you wanted to keep your relationship a secret from the outside world to protect him. he didn't care about any of that he just wanted you to be there.

When you told Yeonjun you were going to stay behind he didn't like it

“ hey, were hanging out all week there's a lot of clubs and parties in LA me and Taehyun want to try so thats whats on the agenda”

“Sounds fun ”

“ You're coming along right ?”

“No i think i'll stay behind”

“What why “

“I just think it will be better if i did “

“You really won't come we barely get to hang out these days because of work and now that i've got time to spare you won't spend it with me”

“Yeonjun i'll join you another day we’ve got all week”

He wasn't satisfied with this Conversation, not thinking clearly because of how exhausted he was from touring. But he began to view you as selfish even though you had good intentions and just didn't want to be in the way. Your relationship has been rocky lately because you feel like you shouldn't have come along. You kinda have been isolating yourself a little and there has been a lot of misunderstanding between you too.

Later that night Yeonjun is about to leave and meet up with Taehyun .He's wearing baggy black pants, a plain black tank top and black collared jacket . his usual converse giving him a little more height making him tower over you more then before. He grabbed his sunglasses and his bag before walking toward the door. you step in front of him. He's been acting odd since this morning,he's always a little dramatic so you didn't pay it much mind but it's starting to piss you off .

“Your gonna leave without saying goodbye”

“Im heading out “ he says while not even glancing at you”

“ Yeonjun” you grab hold of his jacket “what's going on with you why are you so upset with me”

He ignores you

“Ok fine ,if you want to be an asshole so be it”

He continues out the door.

Uncomfortable with what just happened you put your hand on your forehead almost regretting how you handled the situation.

You get your phone that is laid on one of the two beds in your hotel room hoping to clear things up before they can further develop. You call Yeonjun but he doesn't answer so you shoot him a text

9:33 pm

Y/n: Hey i didn't mean it , can we just talk

He leaves you on read

Your relationship with Yeonjun was soft and loving before you joined then on tour. you guys both had your moments when you were frustrated or upset but it never got Serious and it always Straightened itself out within ten minutes of anything happening .You decided to not text or call again because you wanted to give him space. to clear your mind you called Soobin to see what he was up to since he also stayed at the hotel.You and Soobin were pretty close you knew him even before you knew Yeonjun but you guys were nothing but friends you had a sneaking suspicion that if he could he would date you but you played it off as wishful thinking .sometimes his mannerisms came off as a little more than friendly but that was before you and Yeonjun were together. You ended up stopping by Soobin’s room only getting to knock once before he opened the door.

“y/n what's wrong with your face, did something happen”

“Me and Yeonjun are having a fight”

“ i cant lie im not really interested but if it's why you came then i guess i'll listen “

“No i really don't want to talk about it i just want to hang”

Yeonjun and Taehyun arrive at the club. The music is loud and the room is dark . There are tons of people. Some time goes by and Yeonjun is 6 drinks in and he's having a great time, holding a cup in his hand moving his body to the music Surrounded by people, grinding on the woman in front of him . Taehyun is now on the other side of the club. Memories of you running through Yeonjuns mine . it angers him. The girl dancing with him gets closer and her Curves rub against him . He doesn't stop her letting his hands Search her body .She continuously brushes against him. But his bulge is struggling to grow. She's not you . and even though Yeonjun is wasted he knows this. The women Begin kissing and sucking his neck. His phone goes off ,he pulls it out of his pocket and checks the notification, it's the groupchat with you and the members . It was a picture sent by Soobin. a mirror pic of you and him wearing facemasks. You were caught off guard . you didn't even notice he took the picture .

After seeing you in the picture he takes another sip of his drink

“Lets go to the v.i.p section” the woman says while still sucking on his neck. Before he could respond taehyun pulls him aside

“Yeonjun you've had way too much to drink we should head back”

You returned to your hotel room. you and Soobin didn't do much, just a bit of gaming then some skin care. You were surprised to see that Yeonjun hadn't gotten back yet. It's been a few hours. You try calling but there's no answer. You hear a rattling at the door. You get up to see what it is when you open the door. It's Yeonjun he reeks of alcohol and cheap perfume. With the keycard in his hand he stumbles into the room. The first thing you notice are the hickeys on his neck. You're unsure how to react, you don't know if you should explode on him or just hide and cry your eyes out. How could he, you feel so hurt by this your eyes well up with Tears

“Yeonjun ………..what's that on your neck “

“ its nothing”

“So now your just gonna lie right to my face there's clearly hickeys all over your neck, i can't believe you would do something like this i know we were in a fight but sleeping with another women”

“Why are you accusing me of that ,when you ran right to Soobin as soon as i left your such a wore you really couldnt resist getting dicked down by my best friend as soon as you got the chance”

“How dear you, I would never do that , and I'm accusing you because I can literally see the hickeys on your neck , I'm dating you. i have way too much love and respect for you to do anything like that”

“Then why would you go to his room wearing those shorts? they Barely cover you your such a slut”

“You know what maybe i did fuck Soobin (you didn’t ),just imagin that while your out grinding with some random trashy bitch im getting fucked hard by your bestfriend”

Yeonjun slams his hand on the wall behind you trapping you in a corner “what did you just say” the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice scaring you straight

“So its true ,you fucked him” he leaned in so close “your mine you cant just go around fucking my Friends” he puts his hand around your neck . you turn your head away from him disgusted by the smell of alcohol on his breath

“What?....... You don't like my breath” he grabs your chin forcing you to face him. He begin hiking his knee in between your legs

“Yeonjun stop, your too drunk this is a bad idea”

“Do you really want me to stop, I can already tell you're turned on. I may be upset but im not a Predator if you tell me to stop i will”

He presses his lips on yours “so?….. should i stop”

As much as you know you shouldn't do this right now because it would give him what he wants, you can't resist how good he feels against you. Your mind is foggy and he's all you see. your heartbeat picks up. You place your hand on his bulge gently rubbing it through his clothes with your warm hands

“I want you”you say in a low voice while looking up at him

“Wow too different cocks in one night your more of a slut then i thought”

You Squeeze down on his bulge making him release a breathy moan

“Im not”

He notices the tears that were a little dry by now……. he wipes them with his finger and pulls you into his chest and kisses your head before taking your hand and bringing you to the bed making you sit on his lap ,his Length so erect it could explode. He looks up at you and Stares for a while

“I don't want to fight” he kisses your lips down to your neck while rubbing your back

“I got carried away at the club and i was upset but i didn't sleep with her-”

You cut him off “i know Yeonjun its ok i believe you”

“Did you and Soobin really…..”

“No, we didn't do anything”

You Grind just a little on him not being able to hold back any longer. He pulls your shirt off and to his surprise you weren't wearing a bra he takes a second to enjoy the view touching your chest brushing his fingers over your nippels making them harden. You feel his Tongue glaze over your Nipple while his soft fingers pinch the other one . your head leans back from the pleasure.

You moan his name

His cock twitches at the sound of your voice

“Y/n I want to fuck you right now, i cant wait any longer, i need it now”

He lays you on your back with one smooth motion before you could react he was already pulling down your shorts revealing your silky panties.He rips them off with no hesitation he pulls out his Length and lets it sit over your entrance rubbing the tip up and down passing over your clit. Your eyes roll back from Pleasure and the sound of His flesh against yours

Yeonjun hangs over you his tongue now in your mouth “please take me Yeonjun”

Pre cum spills from his tip he enters you and inch by inch you fall deeper into pleasure getting drunk from it.

Hes pounding you hard and deep his hot breathy moans making it so easy for you to cum all over him

“y/n you feel sooo good”

You try to talk but can't get any words out. He flips you over and holds your hands behind your back bent over he re-enters you, he goes in so deep it triggers an Orgasm he feels you twitching but continues to pound you with no mercy. Your moaning so loudly you feel his fingers in your mouth, they quiet you down but hearing more of his moans makes you Feral you think you might pass out from the pleasure. The room gets dark and you feel his warm liquid fill you up. He bites your shoulder when he cums. He then sits you back on his lap to just hold you there. Yeonjun gets a bit moody after he cums, he wants to make sure you feel loved afterward.

“Can we just stay like this for a while”

You answer with a smile “of course we can" and cover you both with the blanket kissing him deeply.

#txt x y/n #txt smut #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #txt hard hours #yeonjun oneshot #yeonjun angst

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splitt · 2 years

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CORRUPTION

Chapter one

Ticci Toby x Reader Nsfw

SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNINGS: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Angst, Abuse, Non-con, Dub-con, Nsfw - Smut, Masturbation, Cockwarming, Kinda yandere, Unhealthy relationship, Kinks, Major Character Death, Anxiety and Panic attacks, Violance, Trauma.

Masterlist

You were laying on your shared bedroom, waiting for Toby to come back from another mission It’s been five hours you think to yourself, remembering what he said before leaving you in this cold boring room “Don’t worry, i will be ba-back soon bumblebee.”

You two had been dating for almost a year now. He had always been kind towards you, treating as if you could shatter under his touch. Of course there are times when he hurt you in both mentality and physically way but he never really mean to do it.

Not wanting to waste your time doing nothing but staring at the wall and dive inside of your gloomy thoughts you decided to read a book.

Toby came back after hours, he shut the door harshly and locked it, he is mad, you sit on the edge of the bed looking at him must have been a rough mission you thought to yourself. His gaze softened as he looked at you, seeing that you were wearing his hoodie. He approached you tenderly, kneeled down in front of you before hugging your belly burying his face on your lap.

“It had been seven hours” you cooed as your hands run through his messy hair taking out the leafs on that tangled mess wondering how they even get there. “We argued with Tim, Asshole, and almost fai-failed, failed, failed the mission” he hugged you tighter as whimpering. “I miss you” he said finally looking to your face “i miss you too darling” you smile warmly and he kissed those perfect lips of yours.

He stand up as you grabbed his hoodie tightly, wanting things to get naughty. Still he was kissing you innocently.

Dry blood covered hands grabbed your waist, laying you on the bed as he take his place top of you. Soft lips touching your neck, he politely pulled you closer.

Slowly taking all of your clothes off, leaving you naked. Kisses getting rougher each time making you moan his name. You placed your hand on his member above his pants, slovly teasing him and enjoying how hard he gets for you. He take his hoodie off and throw it on the ground. “Y/N…” he mumbled. Rest of his clothes are thrown away carelessly not long after, thats right he was so hard and it was obvious yht he is hardly controling himself. beautiful hazel eyes met with yours. “ if you allow me” Toby, sweetest boy you have ever met, asked for permission kindly, refusing to take it any further without your answer. “Toby, yes”. He looks way more than attractive with that grin.

Toby separate your legs as kissing and playing with your breasts, leaving his love marks everywhere. His other hand slowly rubbing your cilt and then pressing his fingers inside of you in and out slowly just to tease you, driving you mad with pleasure, “Damn bum-bumblebee, i made you this wet already?” He jokingly said not allowing you to finish. Making your cheeks go red. He rubbed his hard member few times before gently pressing it against your entrance, “Ngh..” you hold his arm as he split your cunt with his rock hard cock.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. "Tight." He buried his head on your hair taking you in with deep breaths. "God... Y/N yo-you're so warm inside..."

Getting deeper and harder with each thrust, he started sucking and biting your necck again, making you fill the room with moans not even caring about others to hear you. He is all you wanted tyo have right now, his love is more precious than anything else.

"Darling..." Toby moaned as he changed his position. Grabbing your waist roughly with his bloody hands, he was losing himself again not being able to understand it's hurting you, you almost, almost, whimpered with pain. But then again you were so close to the edge that you couldn't even care about it. It take few pushs and you cummed all over your lovers man sword, and soon after he realised inside of you.

That was a quick joy before sleep, to color both of your dreams.

Toby pulled himself out and lay next to you smiling, giving you a comfortable hug. "Thank you my bee" he kissed your head "you're welcome honey" you smiled "ı like the new, new, new nickname" that was the last thing you remember before passing out.

You wake up by Toby who is hugging you from behind a little too tight, you turned to him hugging him back, trying to calm him by playing with his hair.

Sweet boy finally woke up from the torture. He relaxed as soon as he realise your naked body. "Good morning Toby". He give you a huge warm smile. "Good morning".

Pretty hazel eyes scan your body, he wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt you too much. His smile fade away as his eyes locked on your abused waist. "Bumblebee... ı'm so so sorry" it take so long to convince him that it's okay.

His attractive naked body was cleaned up, out of his other injuries there was something new, something from you, hickeys on his neck and scratches behind his back, you couldn't help but smiled. You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he play with your messed up hair.

It was just like a dream untill someone tried to open the door harshly. “Open the fucking door Rogers!” He yelled aggressively kicking the door, it would be a lie if you say you aren’t scared. Toby sighed with annoyance, “I told you not t-to call me th-that asshole, g-guess your brain is too small to understand even li-little things.” Every word was filled with disgust. You giggled and he winked at you.

Tim started kicking the door outside “i said open the god damn door Toby!” You stare at Toby with anxiety this time. “Ba-bastard…” he leave the warm bed and wear his pants "Stay in bed". He kissed your head before unlocking the door. “What do you want Tim?” Not even allowing for him to open the door fully Tim entered inside, placing his hands on Toby’s neck.

Before you could understand anything your lover was pinned on the ground while being choked to death. “i will fucking kill you!” Tim shouted.

Toby tried to punch and kick him off yet he failed. His ticks were getting worse as he kept cursing, “g-g-get off, off, off son of a bi-bitch, bi-“ not even giving him time to finish Tim grabbed his hair and started banging Toby’s head on the ground wildly. "learn how to speak you ticci bitch." He was acting like an animal.

That was too much, you can’t just stay there and watch this. You get up and grab an empty wine bottle, thanks lord the room wasn’t cleaned up yet, your darlings hazel eyes watching you in panic. He understands.

The sound of shattered glass filled the room, little pieces falling into the ground. It caused Tim to lose his balance. His eyes scan your still naked body with rage “you will regret this little sh-“ he let go of Toby and attack you.

Hopefully there was enough time for Toby to pull himself together and get up. He hold your wrist and pulled you behind him. “Don’t you fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, touch her.” Both of the boys heads were covered with blood yet Toby's conscious was almost gone.

"Give me back my fucking pills Rogers. I told you not to touch my stuff." Tim said. Your boyfriend pulled out the pills Tim asked for, throwing them at the savage man infront of you. "And my drugs too, give them" Toby was losing too much blood. "Jeff got them." Toby replied coldly.

The other man was satisfied to see your lover injured and covered in blood. "wery well." You could feel his eyes on your body as you place Toby on your shared bed.

Turning back to Tim again, you were looking at him full of disgust he ruined your morning "Get out Tim you got what you wanted, now leave us alone." you said. "Not yet sugar but ı will leave this time." His gaze on your breasts, you uncomfortably covered yourself making him giggle at your action. "Behave your toy, Rogers..." and he finally left the room.

Toby kept his silence as you take care of his wounds which made you quiet nervous. He would normally rent about silly things to lighten the mood. There is nothing wrong, he must be having a sudden mood change you think to yourself. “I t-told you to stay in bed.” He broke the silence. “You didn’t think that I would just watch, did you?” You said with a little smile but it only caused him to get angrier.

He was looking at you as if a wolf looking at its prey, filling this little bunny with nothing but fear. “Toby i-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Tell me, darling, didn’t i told you to stay.” There is nowhere you can run bunny, you had already reached the dead end. "yes, but-" he covered your mouth "Shut up. fuck off, fuck off, don't you know wh-what could happen?" the other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. "mgh-"

Thats it, big bad wolf finally hunt the bunny. “Maybe It’s better to show you, agh, you would l-like that wouldn’t you.” He woofed. You know exactly what he is planning to do, Toby knows you overhate it but this never stopped him so far. Bubbles of He pull off his claws. Hazel eyes locked into your teary ones, “N-no, please everything but not that.” You begged.

He stand up and grab some clothes of his, handing them over you with a grin. “You wouldn’t like your clothes to get dirty right?” You hide under the bedsheet trying to ignore him “Cmon sunshine, d-dress up. We’re going out.” Toby cooed.

The silence keeps it easy, keeps you safe for the moment. It’s all over now, so why are you still trembling with fear? Toby placed his hands on your shoulders “Good girl.” He said with a satisfied voice. You couldn’t stop starting at the mess you caused, motionless bodies covered with blood. Toby’s hands slowly slipped to yours, taking his hatchets from you. “You made a huge mess, bumblebee. I w-wasn’t expecting this much.” Soft lips touched your neck.

“I did’t… i-i never wanted t-to…” you cried. Toby turned around, places his hands on your cheeks. “Don’t cry.” He wiped your tears away “i only s-show you how you could end up.” You hugged him and hide your face, there was no sound but your tear drops meeting the ground. A panic attack followed your irregular heartbeats. He didn't mean to broke you this much, no, Toby only wanted to show you what could have happend. "Hey...it's o-okay." strong arms wrapped around your body, keeping you safe.

Same feelings swallows you every time. Trying to get out of this mess is pointless, the more you struggle the more you sink in deeper. Your struggles are nothing.

“You tear up every time…” he said as he left kisses on your neck. “Aren’t you h-happy, we are the same.” Toby grabbed your hairs carefully, exposing the neck he kissed. “You’re a murderer just like me, don’t cry.” Toby spoke the truth you didn’t wanted to hear. “Please, home…” you cried. “Alright, bum-bumblebee.”

He walked you to an old felled tree, you two sit side by side. "Don't cry anymore bumblebee, everything is alright now." He said with a sade tone. Your hands were trapped between his, warm and a little bit shaky too. Toby cracked his necks unwillingly, "Fuck! that hurt." his words made you laugh a little bit. Oh, he will never change will he? Both of your laughs echoed among the woods.

Toby left you on your shared room when the sun get placed by the moon, he said he will be back at late and you shouldn’t wait for him, locked the door and take the key with him. So here you are again, trapped in this booring room all by yourself.

You could watch tv or read a book to entertain yourself but you didn’t wanted to, other alternatives to be entertained are masturbating and sleeping but you didn’t wanted to do them either. You left alone to repeat same things whenever Toby locks you, yeah maybe you enjoy it most of the time but when this became a part of your regular day it started to get boring.

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