#my pussy would strangle me in my sleep but like consider it for a moment HAHA

[jungkxook]

—backseat serenade. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: punk!taehyung / band au / brother’s best friend au + smut 

⟶ words: 10,790

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons — and, no, that’s not including the whole other issue that he’s also your brother’s best friend

⟶ warnings: multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism if u look hard enough, wall sex, car sex, unprotected sex, all the sex (seriously), fingering, pussy slapping (also if u look hard enough), lots of teasing, doggy style, riding, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: this story is another repost of an old one (although it’s basically been entirely rewritten lol)!  

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

“We have to hurry. I don’t have a lot of time.”

Taehyung says this with much difficulty, of course, especially when considering you’re currently pressed up against him, his fingers digging crescent-moons into your hips ━ but he knows you’re teasing him now.

You can’t help it, though; he just makes it so easy for you.

He can be so stubborn and impatient at times that poking fun at him brings you quite a bit of joy. Maybe not so much to him, as he often whines and complains that you like to torture him, but, really, how could you not? When you think about what he’s usually like in bed, away from prying eyes, it’s entirely different. So to see that dominance in him fade into nothing short of helpless is simply satisfying ━ even if you know you’ll pay for it at a later time. It doesn’t always happen either but when it does, you bask in it for as long as possible.

Which is why you seem to take the liberty of “torturing” him so sweetly now, just before the boys are about to play a gig at a bar late one night. Taehyung had found you the moment he and the boys had finished soundchecking for the evening, then had you pinned up against the brick wall of the dingy washroom, his hips digging harshly into yours, and his hand now gripping your thigh around his waist. It might have been you who instigated it, hooded eyes and fluttering lashes and shit-eating grins meeting him in secret from across the room as he stood on stage before you with his bass guitar in hand, but Taehyung was the one to put it into action just like he always does, pulling you in there even despite the fact that they were scheduled to play in twenty minutes.

But who could blame you? Taehyung is always so charming, and tonight he was looking extra irresistible. Maybe it was the silky blouse, the first few buttons left open so that the floral tattoo on his chest pokes through, leaving very little to the imagination, or maybe it was the way he had let his hair grow out a little longer than usual, soft dark curls pushed back by a single bandana.

“You’ll be late,” You warn him in between heated kisses as he pecks his way down to the underside of your jaw where he tongues a warm pattern there.

“Just a quickie,” Taehyung promises gruffly. His hips rut against yours again and you feel his straining erection against your inner thigh. Poor thing. “Been dying all day to feel you on my dick.”

You only hum in response, a small amused smirk plastered on your face. He’s sucking a hickey onto your neck when he speaks next.

“Had all these thoughts but I was all alone. It was terrible.”

“What kind of thoughts?” You pry, quirking a brow. Your fingers toy at the top of his belt buckle, pulling him towards you. “Let me guess. Were you thinking about what it feels like to have my mouth on you? All warm and wet.”

He doesn’t move a muscle when he feels your hand trail lower past his belt only to grab at his crotch through the rough material of his jeans. You press your palm against him and he hisses.

“Sucking you off nice and slow, just how you like it?” You probe, teeth tugging at his lower lip when he catches your mouth on his once more. Your voice is low and sultry and invokes something in him that has him tensing. “Or maybe the way it felt when you had me bent over your kitchen counter the other day. You know, you always make me feel so good, Tae━”

He growls against your mouth but the harsh sound dissolves into a strangled whine. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”

“And I always love when you pull at my hair too━” But you continue on as if he hadn’t even spoken, the thrill of the moment coursing through your veins like crackling electricity. “And when you grip my thighs so tightly when your head’s between my legs━”

“Y/N,” he says your name in a strained warning, bordering on a desperate beg if you listen close enough. He gets distracted when you suck delicately on a spot on his jawline and has to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“My mouth?” You ask, tantalizingly slowly. “Or me?”

“I’m a simple man, I just wanna cum,” he hums, earning a delighted snort from you. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Y/N, please.”

“Hmm…” You trail off. You press your palm a little harder against him, rubbing your hand across his length. “Think I want you inside me, Tae. Wanna be wrecked by you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Now, this seems to excite him to no end. He fumbles with his belt at once. A devious cackle meets his ears and he knows you’re purposely toying with him. The next few moments unfold in a blur as his eager hands join with your own nimble ones, having his belt undone in a matter of seconds and your skirt hitched up nearly to your waist. With one hand gripping his straining and leaking cock as he pulls himself free from his pants, the other hitches one of your thighs to his waist. He pushes into you at once, the familiar feeling of your wet walls coaxing him in further and further as he sinks against your chest entirely, a beautiful luscious moan falling from his lips and a hiss of glee from yours. And, then, all at once, it’s as if all the pressure that has been building up inside of him tumbles to the forefront to be released.

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunts. He buries his head against your chest, one hand feverishly grasping at your breasts from under your shirt, fortunate you chose to forgo a bra for the night.

“Ooh, Tae━” Your own arms wrap around his neck, holding him tightly to you, but you don’t think he’ll bother going very far when his own weight slumps against you entirely, pressing you against the wall roughly. And even though he’s quick to fuck himself into you, his hips hardly stray far from yours too, causing you to bob violently up and down the wall behind you, the rough brick structure scratching at your flesh paling in comparison to the cool metallic rings on his fingers holding you up and the burn between your legs as his cock stretches you open.

“Nice to know that’s all I am to you━” Your head falls back against the wall as he continues. “Something you can use to get off. Not that I mind.”

“Nah, that’s not all you are to me,” Taehyung sharply inhales, and then shudders. In the heat of the moment, you miss the sentiment in his voice. He lifts his head to yours finally, smothering your lips with his. “But your pretty little cunt sure is nice.”

A maniacal cackle bubbles at your throat as you nip at his lower lip. Before you can respond, outside the washroom Jimin’s voice can be heard calling out aimlessly for Taehyung as the boy most likely wanders by, oblivious to what’s unfolding only a few feet away from him. “Has anyone seen Tae? Taehyung! Get your ass back here or we’re gonna be late━”

Taehyung groans out of frustration and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling angrily, “Fuckin’ hell.”

But despite the Jimin’s close proximity and despite Taehyung’s bitter resentment for it, his hips still continue to rut into yours. You do manage to pull apart from his mouth and giggle when he chases after your lips desperately. “Think that’s your cue, baby.”

“There’s no way you’d be that evil,” he protests like a whining child.

“But Jimin sounds pissed.”

Taehyung finds it hard to focus when your fingers tug at the collar of his shirt, absentmindedly (or so he thinks) running your hands under his shirt and over his chest. He cradles you close to him, following your every move. That, and the way your walls clench around him drives him wild. “Heaven forbid we let down Jimin.”

“Nnng━” You choke back a whimper. “He’ll be mad.”

“As if he wouldn’t already lose his shit if he found me here in such a compromising position with you being that you’re his sister.”

Compromising is certainly one word for it. So, maybe Taehyung had a point, but that never stopped him or you before. In fact, it only seemed to add to your lustful endeavours, as if you both enjoyed seeing how far you could push the boundaries before getting caught ━ or not.

It hadn’t always been like this. For a period of your life, you had somehow forced yourself to believe you had despised Taehyung as much as you claim, as much as you lie. You wondered just how Jimin could ever be friends with, or be as inseparable with, Taehyung as he was. Whereas Jimin is timid and shy, gentle and caring, like a soft breath of cool air on a hot summer’s day that sways the knee-high grass in meadows behind your house, Taehyung is energetic and effervescent, reckless and wild, akin to that of a sudden flash of lightning that breaks apart the calm sky, a clap of thunder that shakes even the very core of sleeping Gaia. Though, somehow, their two vastly different personalities come clashing together in a harmonious perfection and create something that is entirely too rambunctious for you to handle, even as a young child.

But now? Now you’re positive neither you nor Taehyung would stand a chance against Jimin’s wrath if he found out his best friend enjoyed weekly sex of all sorts with you, sometimes even when he’s asleep in the next room over in your shared apartment with him and Taehyung had somehow managed to sneak in during the night.

“You know he’s already suspicious,” You moan as his cock angles upward into you in such a way that makes your body tremble. You jut your hips forward, meeting his halfway. “Now━ Fuck, Tae━ you wanna… You wanna risk getting kicked from the band for not showing up to your set?”

“There’s still ten minutes,” he hisses hotly. “Ten minutes is more than enough time.”

“Then you’ll really be late.”

“It adds to the rockstar brand, doesn’t it?” he asks hastily. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet and you’re teasing me?”

He’s met with a roll of your eyes, and then a drunken snicker as you retort, “Maybe being fashionably late will be more acceptable when you’re a big celebrity.”

“Did you find him?” Another voice suddenly sounds from outside, this time resembling Hoseok’s. Taehyung wonders how they haven’t heard either of you yet, the lewd wet noises of his cock burrowing into your cunt seeming to grow louder each time. Surely, you would have been caught by now had it not been for the thudding bass of the music playing at the bar.

“No,” Jimin grumbles, closer this time.

A dangerously loud whimper tumbles from your lips and Taehyung hurries to clamp his hand over your mouth. You’re fortunate when he does, clinging to his hand as he pumps himself into you. At the very least, no matter how cocky Taehyung got with you or how many times he teased the thought of getting caught, he would never actually risk facing Jimin’s mighty wrath. Still, he finds a way to have fun with it.

“Uh oh.” Taehyung meets your darkened stare, lids heavy, as his other hand leaves your thigh to stick between your legs, fingers rubbing circles against your clit. You know he does it on purpose, judging by the broadening smirk on his face when the added stimulation makes your hips jerk instinctively beneath him. He’s surprised when you hardly let out a noise, safe for a sudden gasp for air. “Not even one tiny moan? Come on, baby.”

“Fuck it. Wherever he is, he better know we’re on in ten!” Jimin’s voice carries back to the two of you. Then, a little more faintly as he wanders off, you can hear him grumble, “I swear to God, this asshole━”

“Wait, wait━” You rasp suddenly, twisting and turning beneath Taehyung and the boy stops at once. You try not to let your heart swoon at the way his hands are all soft and gentle as they touch you now, sliding his palm off your mouth if only for it to fall to your hips where he rubs at comfortingly.

He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches, shoved so deep within your walls. “What’s wrong?”

You slither from his grasp, unraveling your leg from his waist and delicately pushing him away, trying not to focus on the way your pussy throbs at the sudden missing warmth of his length. Taehyung is suddenly even more concerned, the poor boy gawking at you helplessly, his swollen cock completely forgotten as he fixes himself back into his jeans, his attention solely focused on you and your wellbeing now.

“What happened? Did I hurt you━”

“No,” You promise. “No, I just━” You look sheepish, and he wonders why, up until he sees you fidgeting with your skirt in an attempt to fix it and the mischievous twinkle flashing in your eyes. “I just figured maybe we shouldn’t risk it tonight. I mean, you heard Jiminie.” You pat Taehyung’s chest once, smoothing out the material of his now crumpled shirt. “So, I’ll see you out there.”

Taehyung blinks once. “What the fuck.”

It doesn’t seem to hit him at first; not until he spots your wicked grin as you lean past him to look at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your clothes and hair. You wipe at a smudge of lipstick in the corner of your mouth, and Taehyung gaps.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he whines. Needy and desperate hands try to grab at you on your way to the door, but he ultimately lets you weave your way out of his reach. “What are you, the antichrist? Don’t be such a tease. I’ve got a problem that you helped start. It’s only fair if you help finish it.”

Admittedly, it is cruel. He looks both shameless and shameful, an exasperated and flustered expression to match the helpless state he’s in. Shirt askew on his shoulders, hair a wild mess, and his painfully obvious boner struggling against his jeans. You almost feel bad, until you realize you shouldn’t be. Because this is all it’s ever been between the two of you ━ sex, and more sex, no feelings attached, but lately something seems off…  Either way, Taehyung will get over it, and he’ll still come crawling back for more which is why you have no qualms when you leave. Just, maybe, not in the way you would like.

The last thing he sees of you before you flee the washroom for him to fend for himself is a seductive smirk and a wink being thrown over your shoulder as you remark innocently, prettily, “You have hands.”

And then you’re gone, leaving him alone in the dingy washroom. He doesn’t come out right away, though it leaves the restless boys that make his band awaiting him to speculate some more.

“He’s gonna totally screw us over if he doesn’t show up in the next two minutes,” Jimin is saying hotly to the boys behind the stage when you rejoin them. The bar is already filling up with partygoers but mostly fans of the band, eagerly anticipating the set.

“Relax, Jimin,” Namjoon says carelessly. “He’s probably getting blown in the washroom or something. Can’t rush a man through these things.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as the others snicker. When the others have distracted themselves by discussing other business, you approach your brother casually, saying as inconspicuous as possible yet reassuringly, “Everything will be fine. I’m sure he’ll be here any second.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he throws this all away for a girl,” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s a miracle he ━ or any of the guys, for that matter ━ hasn’t tried anything on you yet.”

You try to laugh, though the sound is more forced and strained than you would like. At least Jimin doesn’t seem to notice. “But he’s your friend. Don’t you trust him?”

“I do trust him,” Jimin replies. “He’s a good guy, he’s just too caught up in all this band life. We’ve both seen it with the guys, especially with Taehyung. They take advantage of this stuff in the early stages.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry,” You promise. “I’m not interested in your friends and never will be ━ especially not Taehyung.”

Fortunately, the dreaded conversation doesn’t last much longer. Taehyung does end up making it to his own set on time, and when he finds you out in the crowd, you’re smirking deviously up at him for a secret that never has to be told aloud to the world and certainly not to Jimin.

You don’t quite remember when you and Taehyung started hooking up behind your brother’s back or what exactly caused it.

If you think back long and hard enough, you’re positive it was the result of some sort of drunken one night stand that elapsed into sober days and conscious decision making, which then turned into weeks, then months, which leaves you to where you are now. Almost a year of sucking your brother’s best friend’s dick and you’ve somehow, miraculously, never been caught. But aside from occasionally sleeping with one another, there was nothing more to be exposed to Jimin in terms of romance. Because, as far as he was aware, you and Taehyung were still embroiled in your childhood rivalry with one another that was less violent now than when you were younger and more civil, aside from the offhanded jabs and retorts shot at one another. And, as far as Taehyung and you were aware, the charade and the hook-ups all resulted in a peculiar sort of friendship between the two of you that was certainly as far as either of you would take things. Supposedly.

But between sexual teasing and taunts, you sometimes wonder if the lines have begun to blur, and if you’ve gotten too comfortable with Taehyung asking to sleep in your bed. Which is why, maybe, you overcompensate by “torturing” him on the days that he really needs you, like the night before in the grimy washroom of the bar. He hadn’t joined the real world or the band until the very last second they were meant to go on stage, looking all the more discomposed and flushed in the face when he rushed out, though at least he had somehow managed to tame his raging boner.

Now you were certain the universe was toying with you, bittersweet payback coming to nip you in the ass.

You hadn’t been so bothered the night before, leaving with the boys when their set was done and returning to your home with Jimin, not a word being uttered between you and Taehyung, even up until the very next day where you find yourself now. Crammed in a local studio run by some friend Yoongi had known from college, you were quite used to watching the band brainstorm new lyrics and record songs in real time, all from the sofa shoved up against one wall of the small space. You had been there every step of the way ━ their first rehearsal as a formed band, the day they discovered the group’s name in almost a dreamlike epiphany, the release of their very first full-length album produced and recorded all by them and promoted all by them, their very first gig with a decent following and the jittery anxiety they had all been troubled by, and every gig following it in which their nerves subsided and their effervescent charm and credence began to finally show through. But they had never been as disconcerted as they had now ━ which, really, you don’t blame them.

“Bro, this is stressing me out.” This aggravated groan sounds from Jungkook, the band’s lead guitarist.

He’s currently splayed out on the ground of the sofa you’re seated on, head thrown back against the cushions. Every other boy in the studio bare a similar wearied look ━ even Jimin, as their usual spritely lead singer.

You suppose that’s just the inevitable stress bound to occur when a scout from the infamous Columbia Records had somehow found the band either in person at one of their gigs or online and taken an interest in them and were interested in signing them. After weeks of back and forth discussion, Jin had been fortunate enough to land a meeting with the label in New York City, looking promising enough to excite even the stoic Yoongi. And after a month of planning, their meeting was set to take place finally only a week from that day. The issue seemed to arise when the label claimed they wanted the band to bring a set of new songs to the table to discuss at the last possible moment, sending the boys into a chaotic frenzy as they had only just released their first album a few months back. You had come to help the boys, though they were lucky enough to have found a handful of pre-written songs from their repertoire that still, unfortunately, needed fine tuning, vocals, and melodies. After working meticulously all morning, they were only just now deciding to split for a much needed lunch break.

“Same here,” Jimin says glumly, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Can’t wait to get out of here. I feel like I’m going insane.”

As the boys begin to shift and move, Jin gets to his feet and clasps his hands onto Jimin’s shoulders, giving him a reassuring nudge. “Just think about it: international success and Grammys await.”

“If we don’t fall apart before then,” Namjoon stifles a yawn as he stretches out his arms. He tosses a glance at you and Taehyung. “You guys coming?”

“Yeah,” You say, though you hardly move from your seat. “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute,” Taehyung nods. He’s sat across from you on the couch, journal propped on one knee as he scrawls away in it, a jarble of chord progressions and lyrics. “Just gonna finish cleaning up in here.”

It seems convincing enough to Namjoon and the rest of the boys, even Jimin who is already out the door, not in the least bit suspicious of you or Taehyung. Honestly, you’re sure not even Taehyung is suspicious of your unmoving presence beside him until the boys leave and suddenly the room falls silent.

“You’re stressed,” You point out in a gentle musing. Which is true. You don’t usually see Taehyung riddled with anxieties, typically keeping to himself and maintaining some sort of effortless and mysterious coolness around the others.

The boy quirks a brow as he lifts his gaze to look up at you, tossing the journal onto the ground. Whether or not he seems to catch the underlying suggestive and sultry tone in your voice, you’re not quite sure but could you really blame yourself? It was difficult having to watch Taehyung all morning in his element, gazing at him whenever he was in the recording booth, headphones dangling from his neck and bass guitar in his lap as his expert fingers thrummed away at the strings. He always looks most attractive to you when he’s so utterly consumed by his work and his art, whether it be on stage in front of hundreds of people or in a more intimate setting at recordings or practices.

“What happened to you not wanting to disappoint Jimin by getting caught or whatever it was?” he asks, waving his hand dismissively. “Staying back with me is definitely gonna catch his attention.”

“Maybe,” You shrug. You catch his hand as he brings it back down, raising it to your lips to kiss at the tips of his fingers slowly, one-by-one, never once breaking eye contact with him. “I was just thinking you could use some help. And an apology for yesterday.”

Despite the way Taehyung’s dark gaze scrutinizes you in a taunting manner, he still watches as you take his hand and place it between your thighs, over your core. At least today you chose to wear leggings, the smooth material allowing for very little obstacles standing in his way as you press his fingers against you. A wolfish smirk tugs at his lips. “You think your pussy’s gonna help me?”

“Yes, actually, I do,” You say, matter-of-fact. “And I don’t think it will; I know. If I remember correctly, you were begging to use me as a stress-reliever before your set yesterday.”

Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Sounds a lot to me like you just want my fingers in you. Not so nice now being the needy one, huh?”

“I want you to do a lot of things to me, Tae.”

“Careful, baby. You’re playing a dangerous game,” Taehyung says. Still, he entertains the idea. Pressing his thumb harder against you, he rubs leisurely at the sensitive part of your clit over your clothes and the sudden feeling makes you pur with glee. “Besides, why should I be so nice and help you after what you did to me?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re still on about that? You’re a grown man, you can pleasure yourself.”

“How mean.” He feigns a look of mock hurt. “It doesn’t feel as nice when it isn’t you.”

“Taehyung,” You scold his name in a warning, but it mostly comes out as a contented sigh. You know you’ve already won him over, though the impatient tug you give on his arm as you clutch at his wrist of the hand still between your legs is a wordless reminder. Your fingers flutter up to his face, pulling him down for a kiss which he gladly obliges to. “Think they’ll walk in?”

“Nah.” His voice is a throaty murmur. “We’ve got some time. The boys’ seem worried enough as is; think they’re already halfway to that pho place around the corner they wanted to try, and they’re probably not gonna wanna come back here for at least another hour. Plus, I think we’ve given the producers a raging headache with all our requests so they definitely won’t want to be back in here for a while.”

You snicker at the thought, humming into his mouth as you pull him down with you onto the sofa, bending your knee so as to let him slide into place between your legs more comfortably. He pulls his hand away from you only long enough to lick at his digits before slipping his hand past the waistband of your leggings this time. Nudging aside your underwear, he swipes his fingers at your clit, marveling at your stickiness.

Your breath hitches in your throat. “What do we say when they ask where we went?”  

“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts into your mouth. “Fuck, tell them we were busy fucking for all I care.”

You swat at his chest playfully but lose your spirit when he presses his thumb against your clit, causing your hips to rut forward in a silent plea. Taehyung’s right, you think. Your excuse for the boys can be worried about later. Now, Taehyung slides a finger into you, then another, stretching you open experimentally, causing you to croon.

Face warm and head spinning, a sudden thought pops into your head that seems much more intimate than his fingers in you. “So━” You bite your lip to stop a moan. The question that forms on your tongue is timid despite the lewd things that threaten to run through your mind at his every touch, “S-So, what happens when you’re a big and famous rockstar, touring the world now?”

“I’ll take you with me.” Taehyung tongues a pattern down to the underside of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. He curls his fingers upward, sinking further into you until he’s reached his knuckles, enjoying the way your hips twitch beneath him. “Fuck you in every city we go to, in every fancy, over-the-top hotel we stay in. New York, L.A., Paris, London, Rome…”

“Romantic,” You snort, although maybe it kind of is if you think about it long enough. He slides a third finger into you then, fucking his digits in and out of you at a gradual pace that has your core aching. You’re all warm and wet around him that it goes straight to his dick, the thought of him tearing you apart as he plunges his cock into you making him grow antsy. It does the same to you. “Nnngh, Taehyung━ We’ll see about that when you meet pretty girls thousands of miles away who can offer you so much more than me.”

“Hmm… Dunno about that,” he hums. “There’s only gonna be you.”

You wonder if he knows what he’s doing, the way his words make your heart stutter in your chest. But then you start to wonder why you’re even feeling such things for him. Pretty words promising you that you meant more to him than sex meant little to you in comparison when he never acted upon it ━ but could you blame him? Even you were apprehensive of ruining what you already had with him, his friendship with Jimin if you told him how you were feeling lately, and the integrity of the band.

Your legs tremble as your orgasm approaches. Taehyung busies himself by nipping and sucking at your neck and all you can do is puff and pant, the lewd wet noises of his fingers penetrating you filling your ears. “Taehyung━ God, I wanna feel your dick so badly.”

“Yeah?” he growls. “Gonna let me fuck you finally? You’re so wet right now, could slip right in. Fuck, look at what you do to yourself by being so mean to me.”

He twists his finger up into you in such a way that has you grinding against his knuckles. “Please, Tae━”

“Got you stretched so wide too,” Taehyung hums pensively. “Your pussy always takes me so well too, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm, Taehyung!”

“Look at you,” he hisses, quickening his pace. Your back arches until your chest is pressed flush against his, walls quivering around his fingers. You reach out desperately for his face, smoothing your lips over his but you fail to really make any sort of connection. Instead, your jaw unhinges in a breathless moan against his mouth as he rests his forehead against yours. “Wanna come around my fingers so badly, don’t you? So close too.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m━” Your hands ball into fists around the collar of his shirt. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you get closer and closer, your aching pussy so close to feeling its much needed relief when━ “What the fuck, Taehyung?”

He pulls his hand from your core before you can cum, leaving you a sweating and panting mess. The sudden loss of contact leaves you dumbfounded, gawking at the boy who’s suddenly grinning in a similar ungodly manner to your selfish response to him the day before. Payback has never tasted so sweet before to him, and so bitter to you.

“You did that on purpose,” You whine, jutting your hips forward desperately to meet his hand again. Instead, he gives your leaking and sensitive pussy one slap, the pleasant jolt shooting up your spine making you moan. “You’re so mean. I thought you were over it.”

“Well, now I am.” He pulls his hand out from between your legs and licks at his fingers. “Have you had your fun?”

It takes you a moment to respond as you gather yourself. He finds your sulking a little hilarious, and maybe also feels a little bad. “For now.”

“That’s a good girl.” He leans down to kiss your mouth hungrily, enjoying when you suck eagerly at his lower lip. “Because I’ve had my fun.”

You open your mouth to say something more but are stopped shortly when, somewhere outside the recording room, you can hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning and Jimin’s curious voice, “Tae?”

You and Taehyung have stumbled off of one another within seconds, listening to the way Taehyung curses under his breath as he flings himself off the couch and a few feet away as you sit upright on the sofa. You have to only pray and hope that you both don’t look too obvious, though you think it’s too late for that. Either way, you cross one thigh over the other, biting down harshly on your tongue as Jimin stumbles into the room. As his gaze sweeps fleetingly across the room, he hardly takes note of both you and Taehyung.

“There you two are,” he says. “Was wondering where you went off to. And━” His stare flutters over to Taehyung for a moment and you hold your breath, fearing he may know a little too much, when━ “There’s my wallet! I knew I forgot it here.”

He crosses the room swiftly and plucks his abandoned wallet from the desk, holding it up to show the two of you. You smile nervously and Taehyung takes it upon himself to answer, clearing his throat in the process. “We were just gonna catch up with you, actually. Y/N was just helping me finish up here.”

You’re fortunate that Jimin’s probable sudden panic of trying to find his wallet and the relief of realizing he hadn’t lost it to the ether is what distracts him. He seems hardly intrigued by your lack of presence or yours and Taehyung’s odd companionship without the other boys. Whatever the case, you both manage to make it out of the recording studio unscathed and Taehyung does a well enough job at deflecting from any further suspicions by talking as normally as he usually would with Jimin on your walk over to the restaurant the rest of the boys are at.

Well, as unscathed as you can be, the tragedy of your lost orgasm still haunting you even as you sit across from Taehyung at the table.

“Now you’ll really be late.”

You say this as a heedful warning, though you’re fortunate when you find that you’re both distracted this time.

You know you have Taehyung under your spell that morning when he catches you purposely wandering his apartment in nothing but a pair of your panties. It’s not as if it’s uncommon to see you naked in his kitchen, making breakfast. That morning, when you walk into the bedroom holding a cup of tea, Taehyung almost chokes at the sight of your bare chest. It’s early the day of the band’s flight to New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records, and though Taehyung has roughly an hour before he has to leave the apartment, you’re worried he might just miss the flight altogether when he pulls you onto his bed again after a night of fucking.

“Don’t care. Come here.” His large hands are on you in an instant, roaming your body as he kisses the underside of your jaw and pins you beneath him. You let him get carried away, let him leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your lips down to your collarbones and in between your breasts.

“What are you gonna tell the boys when they’re on a flight to New York and you’re still in your apartment?” You rasp, fingers threading in his hair.

“Was busy spending the last twenty-four hours making hot, passionate love to you.”

The wry grin on his face makes it come across as a joke and makes your heart skip a beat. Admittedly, that was partly the truth. He had invited you over the day before and you had spent the better part of it in his bed in every position imaginable. Have to make up for the three days we won’t see each other, he had said after your first round, head between your legs and mouth on your cunt.

You snicker now but the sound falls short when a moan replaces it. “Don’t think you can call it passionate love making when you gave up halfway and made me ride you like you always do.”

He gasps and bites down teasingly on your skin but not with enough pressure to hurt. “Was that a jab at my manhood?”

“Of course not.”

“Besides, I like it best when you’re in charge.”

You roll your eyes but pull him up to your face so that you can kiss him again. It’s an odd shift in atmosphere when you find him kissing you in a chaste manner, despite having marked you red all over and legs still shaking from how many times he’s made you come in the last twenty-four hours. But it wasn’t all sex for once. Falling asleep in his arms left you still dreaming even when you were long awake.

“Gonna miss you,” he whispers once he parts from you. He rubs soft circles against your hips, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“It’s only for three days,” You say.

“I know,” he sighs. “I just━ God, I’ve gotten so used to you being here. I’m just sick of sleeping alone all the time. Shit, I don’t think I’m making any sense anymore. All I know is you’re driving me crazy.”

“Taehyung…”

“Am I wrong to feel that way?” He lifts his head now to look at you, ardent sincerity glazing over his eyes as he gazes at you.

You’re too caught up in the moment, the lustful afterglow of sex and whatever else is starting to emerge however blurry it may be now, to not notice right away the sound of knocking on the front door. Instead, you reach out to push his hair out of his eyes. You think you know what he means; you just want to hear him say it aloud. Your question is a gentle probe. “What are you trying to say?”

“I━”

But Taehyung’s voice is cut short by the sound of Jin’s shouting from the front door. “Taehyung, you in here?”

Wide eyes meet with yours in the sudden alarming panic of Jin’s arrival. Taehyung grumbles mostly to himself, “God dammit, what’s he doing here?”

You can hear the band’s manager talking aloud, quite possibly to another one of the boys that he’s dragged with him, and you and Taehyung scramble to react. Taehyung only has enough time to clamber out of his bed and pull on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor as you pull on one of his sweaters and grab the bedsheet to cling to your chest if only so it can hide the rest of your bare legs.

“Are you alive?” Jin’s asking, closer this time.

“We had to come check on you━” You don’t register the second voice until it’s too late.

Because there, standing at the threshold of Taehyung’s door to his room, is not just Jin but your brother. Jimin’s familiar pop of bright blue hair and nonchalant smile are much too hard to forget. But, upon stumbling across Taehyung’s room, they each come to a stuttering halt. It doesn’t take long for the realization to dawn on them ━ and how could they not piece together the puzzles painting such a painfully obvious picture? The dishevelled bed, the clothes that litter his floor, your clothes that litter his floor, Taehyung’s shirtless and sloppy attire, your own half-hearted attempt at dressing yourself and the marks that riddle your body that you were banking on fading completely by the time you were reunited with Jimin after their return from their meeting.

“Uh…” Taehyung trails off awkwardly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh shit,” Jin curses under his breath. Despite having no idea whatsoever about you or Taehyung (though maybe having a better inkling than the rest of the boys), he turns hastily towards Jimin. “Maybe now’s not a good time.”

But Jimin hardly budges. Instead, he looks enlivened, jaw setting harshly in place as his brows furrow into a scowl. “Jin knows I have a spare key to your place after that one time you locked yourself out and he wanted to make sure we all met up before getting to the airport. You weren’t answering our calls, thought you were dead. Guess now I know it’s because you were too busy fucking my sister.”

“Jimin,” You hiss sharply.

Taehyung shakes his head wildly. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” Jimin retorts. “‘Cause it sure seems like it is.”

Taehyung grimaces. “Okay, yes, but not in the way you think. It’s not some meaningless fuck. I care about her.”

But that only seems to be the wrong answer. Would there ever be a right one? Taming Jimin’s stubborn anger and protectiveness over you was hard enough on any other day. Now that he knows you’ve slept with Taehyung, Taehyung felt as if he were a lost cause.

“How long has this been happening?” Jimin asks, tight-lipped.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, neither can Taehyung, and that seems to be enough to answer his worries. Maybe if you had acted faster, said it was only a one night stand, he wouldn’t have been able to read your mind so easily. Yet your silence was enough to make you guilty.

“Shit,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. When he speaks next, he’s looking only at you. “Do you love him?”

“I━” You open your mouth, as if to explain yourself. This time, the answer came much easier. You know what you want to say, but voicing the truth out loud in front of your brother and Taehyung, who might not feel the same way, makes you clamp your mouth shut. Whatever your answer anyway should be for Taehyung only. Instead, you frown up at your brother. “I don’t get why you’re so upset anyway. Who cares if we’re in love? Who cares what we are? It’s not like you can control me. I can make these sorts of decisions myself, Jimin. This is ridiculous.”

“No. I get that,” Jimin says firmly. “But you’re my sister, and your wellbeing comes first to me. So, Tae━” Now, your brother turns to look at Taehyung. You’ve never seen him so furious before, disappointed even, and certainly not when it comes to Taehyung. “If you care about her so much, when were you gonna let her know?”

This seems to catch your attention, sending a curious gaze between Jimin and Taehyung. “Let me know what?”

“That he’s been screwing some other chick he met at the bar a while ago,” Jimin says. “Walked in on them once by accident and, after the fact, he said some similar bullshit about how it wasn’t meaningless or whatever.”

You blink.

The blow to your chest, and subsequently your heart, makes you teeter on your frail legs. Because if what Jimin was saying was true, then were all the sweet sentiments Taehyung whispered to you even yours to begin with? Did he care about you as much as you cared about him? But, the worst part of it all, is how utterly foolish you feel. Because when Taehyung doesn’t immediately answer, your question about whether or not Jimin was telling the truth was confirmed; and you had let yourself almost willingly fall for Taehyung despite all the warning signs. Despite the fact that you had both initiated your relationship on the basis that nothing would ever blossom from it.

“Is that true?” You ask Taehyung.

The boy hesitates. He meets your stare solemnly, flinching when he notes just how hurt you seem. “Partly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You demand. But before he can respond, you scoff under your breath as you begin to gather your belongings. “Oh my god. I’m so stupid━”

Taehyung starts. “Wait, Y/N━”

“Just leave her alone━” Jimin interrupts.

“Hey. Hey!” Jin snaps abruptly, the firm tone in his voice catching the boys’ attention. “We gotta go. Now. Taehyung, get yourself decent; Jimin, in the living room. We leave for the airport in five minutes.”

You decide you no longer want to wait for an answer. Your own embarrassment is far too much to handle for the moment being, and you favour the idea of fleeing from Taehyung’s sorrowful gaze, Jimin’s heated one, and Jin’s scrutinizing scowl.

You’re long gone before Taehyung can even think to stop you.

The three days in which the boys find themselves in New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records is the longest three days of your life.

Taehyung never bothers to call or text you ━ and the looming swell of concern of awaiting to hear his voice or your brother’s or any answer of how the meeting has gone fades in comparison. Because every sweet nothing he ever said to you suddenly means nothing, and you don’t know where that leaves you.

Just when you think you can take the torture no longer, the band returns. Jimin comes bounding into your shared apartment the moment his flight lands and the taxi has brought him home, greeting you with the wonderful news that the band’s been signed, and a celebration is in store consisting of their closest friends and family members. While you initially bask in Jimin’s excitement, mirroring your own, it quickly fades as you fear you’ve lost Taehyung for good.

“You’ll come to the party, won’t you?” Jimin asks hopefully at some point. “The boys will want you there.”

You shift warily in your seat on the sofa across from your brother who stands in the midst of the room after having animatedly relaying the story of the past three days to you. You shrug now, and when Jimin shoots you a quizzical look, you decide to approach the topic cautiously, dancing over your words slowly. “I dunno, Jimin. If he’s gonna be there… I don’t know if I can face him right now.”

Jimin comes to an immediate halt. His face falls and he sinks onto the seat beside you. “Y/N… Look, I was wrong, and I’m sorry. While we were away, Taehyung and I talked and he’s gutted about what happened. But that’s all I can say. I think you should talk to each other. No, I want you to talk to each other. I know now that you’re meant for one another.”

“Are you only telling me this because you’re being your best friend’s wingman, or because you’re being my brother?” You ask, a weak lighthearted attempt at a joke.

“Both,” Jimin says warmly. “Because I care about you both, and I don’t want to have to live with the regret of being the reason two people perfect for each other aren’t together.”

And when your brother says it with such earnestness, you have no choice but to believe him.

So, despite feeling like a fool for potentially crossing paths with Taehyung again, you muster the nerve and motivation to go, and arrive at the party with Jimin later that night. The impromptu last minute party itself is held at Namjoon’s home, filled to the brim with mostly familiar faces and a few unrecognizable ones that must be acquaintances of the boys you’ve never met before. You make your rounds and congratulate the boys one-by-one, being enveloped into a tight hug with each one, safe for Taehyung whom you don’t see at first.

You’re fortunate when mutual friends of yours and Jimin’s arrive, spending the majority of the night with them as your brother wanders off to get wasted. At some point, as the night drawls on, you catch sight of Taehyung and the presence of him is enough to dampen your mood entirely. You decide you’re no longer in the mood for a party, and make haste for the door, stumbling out onto the lawn. You only make it so far, coming to stop at the foot of the curb to breathe in the cool night air around you, before you notice Taehyung hurrying out after you, calling your name.

Almost as soon as he’s able to catch his breath and you lock gazes with the boy, he asks aloud, “Where are you going?”

You hadn’t expected him to follow you, nor the terrible nearly tangible awkwardness that hangs heavy in the air. Still, the concern in his voice and the corners of his eyes softening at the sight of you makes you want nothing more than to forget all the heartache. “Home.”

“Let me drive you?” he asks delicately.

You hesitate before responding. You know the simple offer of a drive is more than that. It’s an invitation to talk to him, sort things out. And you, of course, can’t possibly deny him. As soon as you’ve followed him to his car and he starts driving, everything goes silent. It’s almost unbearable as you shift uncomfortably in your seat and gaze out the window, hoping the long car ride will pass by rather quickly. You thwart his attempts at starting any conversation by turning the radio up and letting the music ━ a mix from Taehyung’s phone filled with pop-punk and indie classics ━ fill the emptiness but it doesn’t work with distracting you. He takes a detour from the path to your apartment, driving instead to a nearby lookout point of a hiking trail, now abandoned and desolate this late at night.

It’s quiet even long after he shifts the car into park, leaving only the sound of the stereo to fill the void. Then, at long last━

“You didn’t call,” You say.

Taehyung swallows thickly. “I know.”

“That’s all I wanted. An explanation.”

“I know,” Taehyung shifts in his seat to look at you. “I’m sorry. I messed up.”

“I know I have no right to feel like you’re mine when the reason we started seeing each other was casual, but everything you’ve been saying to me lately━” You rasp, “that I’m the only one for you and that you were gonna miss me because you were tired of being alone ━ did all of it mean nothing?”

The boy’s stare hardens. “No. I was never lying when I was with you. Everything I said, I meant.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

“Because I was scared I had lost you,” Taehyung grovels all at once, silencing you. “Because things were starting to finally change between us ━ where it wasn’t just sex all the fucking time, but something genuine ━ and I didn’t want to face the reality that it could all be gone, just like that.”

“Well, what did Jimin mean, about that other girl? Was he telling the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yes.”

“And did you fuck her while you were still saying there was only me in your life and pretending you meant it?”

“I was never pretending,” Taehyung protests exasperatedly. “We had a fling, but that was months ago, when you and I first started whatever the hell this is. But Jimin was wrong. I never told him she was the one, or whatever. I said I didn’t want it to be meaningless anymore. That I want something more. I thought I had found it with that girl; but it was really with you.”

“Taehyung…” You whisper his name now, a delicate utterance.

“You can’t tell me I’m the only one feeling this way about us,” Taehyung beckons desperately. “I know you’ve been feeling it too.”

You purse your lips; then, you let out a small exhalation of air. “Tae… I think I’ve been in love with you ever since we were little kids.”

Now, Taehyung’s stare softens. He reaches out to grab at your face, gingerly pulling you into him, thumb caressing your cheek.

“I want you,” he promises. “God, I want you so bad. Do you really think I’d risk getting kicked from the band for anyone else but you? Or let anyone else tease me so bad but you?”

You can’t help but snicker. You shake your head at him as he pulls you into a kiss. He grins against your mouth and, this time when he kisses you, it’s hot and needy, a whole three day’s worth of pent up emotions and desires pouring into your every touch. Your hands fumble to undo your seatbelt and then you’re climbing over onto his lap and he’s welcoming you with open arms, the skirt of your dress hitching up higher on your thighs. Your knee, or maybe it was your foot or elbow, accidentally hits the horn of the steering wheel and startles the two of you, earning a squeak from you, before you both erupt into laughter. Taehyung reaches down to push the seat back a few inches to give you more space in the cramped driver’s seat and then he pauses to look up at you with mesmerized eyes. He kisses you again and again, as your hands come up to grasp at the sides of his neck.

“Had enough of the bullshit, have you?” he asks humorously. “Gonna take matters into your own hands?”

“I’m tired of all this teasing and chasing,” You pout. You’ve already begun grinding your hips against his, enjoying the way his face pinches in pure delight. He burrows his face into your chest, breasts soft against his head. A soft moan bubbles at your lips as you plant your own hands onto his chest. “I think so are you. We’ve both got a taste of it, haven’t we? We need to make up for lost time.”

“Fair enough,” he rasps. “What do you want from me, baby?”

“You, all of you,” You murmur. “Want your dick in me.”

“Gonna let me finish this time?” he tuts.

Your amused giggle meets his ears and he wonders how you can be both cute and sexy at the same time. “Mmm, I wanna be filled with your cum.”

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung grunts. “Okay, okay. Here━”

Somehow, he’s able to gesture to the backseat and you and him clamber your way there until you’re finally both situated once more with you straddling his lap. There’s a mutual understanding that there’s no point, nor time, for foreplay but it’s not as if either of you mind. Taehyung’s surely had enough and so have you because while teasing him may be fun for a while, it certainly can feel like torture trying to stay away from him in the meantime. You help him fumble with the belt of his jeans so that he can unbuckle them and watch as he grasps at himself, pulling his cock free. Immediately, you’re lifting your hips to pull the skirt of your dress up higher and his hands help aid you clumsily, palms gliding up the smooth expanse of your thighs.

Then, fumbling to push you on your knees before him, with one hand on the small of your back, he pulls you towards him and gazes down between the two of you as he hooks a thumb over the material of your panties to push it to the side and teases the tip of himself over your slick folds. Your hands flail outward, palms pressing against the windowpane as he somehow situates himself behind you in the cramped space on his knees. He grunts from behind you at the feeling and then slowly and carefully guides you down onto him. It takes a moment to adjust but as you sink fully down until he’s balls deep, his cock coaxed easily by your leaking wetness, the both of you come to a halt, sputtering for air.

“Wait, wait,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck━ Stay put for a sec.”

“Why?” You ask, jutting your hips backwards teasingly. “Gonna cum already?”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mutters. He thrusts up into you without warning as payback, causing you to gasp out loud and flail forward. “No, you brat. I just want to enjoy it a little bit longer.”

He’s right. It does feel nice to finally feel some sort of friction after three days of nothing. To him, you just feel so nice and warm and snug and, to you, he fills you up so perfectly. So you stay put for a little bit, adjusting to the feeling as you kiss each other slow and steadily. His dick twitches inside you, warm and wet and so fucking hard. He’s just so big, your head is spinning. It’s almost as if you feel him in the pit of your stomach, legs trembling at the feeling. He yanks impatiently at the top of your dress, pulling it down so that the material pools at your waist now, reveling in the way your bare breasts spring free. At once, his hands are reaching around your front to palm at your breasts, grasping at your hips and navel.

“Wanna wreck you so bad,” Taehyung growls roughly against the shell of your ear as he presses his chest against your back. “Gonna fill you up so good, make your pussy all mine. How does that sound?”

“Want it so bad,” You whine, one arm hooking behind you so that your fingers can scratch at his hair. “F-fuck, Taehyung━”

When he tugs lightly at your hips, you take that as his gesture for you to move and start grinding your hips against his.

“Been waiting so long,” he hisses. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t know why you always gotta tease me.”

“Taehyung,” You choke out. “Oh, f-fuck━”

“That’s it, baby girl. Doing so well,” Taehyung grunts as your walls quiver around him. He starts grinding into you, rough snaps of his hips sending you jolting forward each time. “Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Y-Yes━ God, want it so bad,” You cry out. “Give it to me harder, please, Taehyung━”

He gladly obliges, quickening his pace until he’s slamming his hips into yours in thrusts that tremble you to the core. Tears begin to prick at your eyes at the glorious sensation, your cunt throbbing with each thrust. You’re so wet, he almost slips from your walls each time he rolls his hips into yours.

“Fuck━ Want you to ride me,” he rasps at some point. “Show me how your pussy belongs to me. Can you do that for me?”

You nod blindly. You try not to whine at the sudden loss of contact when he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock glistening with both of your leaking cum mingling together, the sticky strands pulling apart midair as he fumbles. Soon, he has you straddling his lap, sinking onto his dick once more. You grip his shoulders this time, bouncing on him as he buries his face in your chest.

A sudden thought has him groaning aloud. “Your brother’s gonna fucking hate me.”

“I thought he said you talked things over,” You gasp. “That everything’s okay.”

“I don’t mean that,” Taehyung’s head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut. “He’s gonna murder me if he ever catches us like this.”

“Think he knows it happens by now,” You giggle. You moan when you drop your hips on him completely, swiveling around his dick.

“Still don’t think that means he wants to see us making love on the couch in your apartment. Not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you,” Taehyung points out. Then, adding hastily, “Fuck it. Can we not talk about your brother? It’s killing the mood.”

Another delightful chuckle bubbles from your lips though it’s quick to dissolve into a splintered cry as his dick angles upwards into you.

Your back arches until your chest is pressed against his. It’s almost embarrassing how fast the two of you become complete shambles, a sticky mess forming between your legs. It comes to that point where you don’t care about being careful and where you decide to adopt such a reckless pace, fucking yourself on him, your breasts bouncing wildly before him. Taehyung moans and eagerly latches his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking hard.

“Taehyung,” You whine. “I’m not gonna last.”

He hums against you, pulling you closer to his mouth and chest and wrapping you in his heat, as if to urge you on. Your mewls and whimpers ring in Taehyung’s ears as beautiful sounding as the music that plays in the background. You begin to give out, your tiredness mingling with the intensity of pleasure, and you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, huffing for air. He quickly replaces your efforts, grabbing your hips tightly and plummeting his upwards into yours so hard that you feel each thrust shake you to the core. You know you’ll have bruises in the morning but you don’t mind. You’re leaning entirely against Taehyung now, your arms wrapping around his neck, as cries of his name and choked whimpers continue to tear from your throat and mouth.

“F-Fuck!” You cry. “Taehyung, faster━ oh my god, please━”

Your pleas drown out when one long moan escapes you. You can feel the muscles in your core tighten and loosen in a constant battle that has your head swimming in a good way, your heart pounding in your chest. Taehyung grits his teeth, focusing on bringing you to your high, and, before you are able to even comprehend what’s happening, you’re toppling over the edge. You’re still on top of Taehyung, whimpering profusely and crying his name in a beautiful mantra as your high shakes you from head to toe.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Taehyung hisses. “Cum for me. Cream all over my dick. You love it, don’t you? Love having me fill you up like this?”

“Yes, oh my god, Tae, yes━ faster, please━”

Taehyung obliges, sweat forming on his forehead. He feels you squeeze around him so tight that he fumbles for a second, sputtering for air. Then, he feels your cum pulsate out of you, leaking down his length. You’re instantly floating up high with the stars, relishing in your high and the way Taehyung rides it out as he also fights for his own sweet release. As your hips come to a stutter, he grips at your waist and pummels his dick up into your aching pussy.

His tongue continues to lav lazily at your jawline and, by the time he reaches his own high, you are beginning to cringe from the sensitivity. Yet, you hold on, pushing away the slight sting as you help coax him to his high, squeezing your muscles around him. He cums moments later, releasing into you warm and wet, crying your name.

“Fuck, Y/N━ Gonna fill you up, baby, just how you like it━”

He rams his hips up into yours for one final effort, shuddering in elation as his cock twitches every last drop of cum from it. Then, both breathless and panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, you slump against his chest, resting your forehead against his. The car instantly goes silent and the foreground music that was the radio comes to once more. You listen to the soft lyrics as the two of you bask in the afterglow of sex and he kisses you all over.

You don’t know how much time passes as the two of you lay there, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your hips as your own fingers trace the tattoos that ink his skin.

“You know━” Taehyung speaks up eventually, his voice a low mumble. “Gonna be extra hard not to be late getting to gigs now.”

“Uh oh.” You roll your eyes. “Think we’ve got all the time in the world now for sex, Tae.”

Taehyung grins. “I was thinking more about the fact that I’m not gonna want to get out of bed in the morning, whenever you fall asleep beside me.”

Your heart swells at his confession and you peck his cheek quickly before burying your face in the crook of his neck. It’s his own serenade of sorts, his small promise in the backseat of his car, that makes it all okay in the end.

“And,” Taehyung admits cheekily this time, “knowing we don’t have to keep us a secret anymore, even to ourselves━ I'm definitely not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you now.”

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May I ask for a nsfw scenario with number 6, 29, and 46 from the second prompt with Jade and Trey? Thanks in advance!

(ooo i've been wantin to do this couple!) 6. “You look so beautiful when you cry.” 29. “Oh, you like being choked?” 46. “I want to know what makes you squirm, what sounds you make if I touched you here—” (Yandere! Jade Leech and Trey Clover x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD)

(Y/n) believed in true love, for she had seen it with her own two eyes. At Night Raven College there could not have been a more perfect pair than Trey Clover and Jade Leech. Just watching the two made the young woman’s heart jump for joy for them, how lucky they were to have found each other. You couldn’t help but feel good just by being in their proximity.

Why (Y/n) considered herself more fortunate than most that not only did she get to see such a lovely couple but could call both halves of the duo her close friends. She cherished her friendships with the boys so but as of late something had seemed a bit off. When she helped Trey cook treats it seemed like he was making constant excuses for them to touch. When she visited Jade at the Monstro Longue, his words were almost flirtatious in nature.

At first, she’d brushed off these little incidents as nothing, after all, what close friendship wasn’t sprinkled with platonic interactions that bordered on the more romantic in appearance? However, as these little incidents began to accumulate (Y/n) grew worried about the state of her friends’ relationship not only with her but with each other. Finally, it came to a head when she called both men to her room one night to discuss the matter.

“Jade… Trey… you two know I care about you but you need to stop” (Y/n) said with a grave expression. Neither male spoke so she continued her statement. “I know you two probably didn’t mean to do it, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve been flirting with me as late. The sweet words and gentle touches... it all feels too intimate to me” she clarified waiting for one of the boys to speak up and put her fears to rest. “Do you have a problem with being flirted with?” Trey finally said with a curious look in his eye. “What? Well no… I mean I’m not against being flirted with in principle” (Y/n) stammered out bemusedly at this question. “If you aren’t against the flirting then what’s the issue then?” Jade asked tilting his head to the side. The young woman blinked at him, unable to comprehend his question towards her. “Aren’t you upset? I mean... i just revealed your infidelity to each other“ (Y/n) said dumbfounded. “Oh dear one aren’t you sweet to worry about our relationship” Jade said with a coo reaching out to cup the girl’s face. “Darling I knew that Jade was flirting with you, and he knew I was also flirting with you” Trey said with a smile at (Y/n). “But… why? Why would you do that?” the young woman said flinching as her cheek was cupped.

“Why? Well it’s very simple we love you” Trey said with a chuckle. “Love me? But you two are already together! Don’t you love each other?!” (Y/n) protested. “Yes, of course, we love each other but that doesn’t mean we can’t also love you just as much” Jade said sweetly squeezing her cheek, “But I don’t love you two like that, you’re my best friends! Even if you wanted me to I can’t!” (Y/n) said shaking her head rapidly.

“It’s okay dear one, we didn’t expect you to be on board right away” Jade cooed squeezing (Y/n)’s cheek again before suddenly pushing her down on the bed. “In fact i was sorta hoping you’d be a bit resistant to the idea” he adds before climbing onto the bed and straddling her. The young man gazed down at her, his eyes alight with a strange glow that could only spell further distress for (Y/n). “I hope you two aren’t intending to leave me out of the fun” Trey said moving over to sit on the bed beside his boyfriend with a playful pout. (Y/n) looked up at the two men, her eyes starting to fill with tears that were quick to start rolling down her face. “You look so beautiful when you cry” the bespectacled male said almost in a trance, leaning down to lick up the tears before they fell off the girl’s cheeks and soaked the bed.

After the tears began to ebb, Trey switched from licking to kissing. He peppered (Y/n)’s face and neck in light kisses that left her skin feeling all tingly. While he kissed her, Jade began undressing her keeping her pinned to the bed with his body weight as he removed her top and palmed her chest. An impish grin spread across his features as he toyed with her nipples and made her let out a gasp.

“What a cute noise~” Jade cooed continuing to toy with (Y/n)’s nipples before bringing his mouth down to suck on one until it was stiff before switching to the other one sucking it until was also stiff. He continued to lavish her chest with attention while one of Trey’s hands crept down the bed and into (Y/n)’s pants to paw at her clit impatiently. The young woman tried to squirm away from the boy’s fingers with little success. “Where are you going darling?” Trey said playfully continuing to tease her clit before going further and slipping a finger into her cunt. (Y/n)’s back arched off the bed and she let out a moan. He continued probing her pussy, forcing his finger deeper and deeper twisting it around playfully. After a few minutes, he pulled his finger out with a soft pop. “Jade dear, would you mind moving so I can get the rest of our darling’s clothes off?” he cooed sweetly. “Of course” Jade crooned kissing Trey before getting off of (Y/n). “After all, I want to know what makes you squirm” he added these words directed to the young woman as he caressed her cheek and Trey pulled her bottom garments off before settling between her legs. “I wonder what sounds you make if I touched you here—” Trey mused before shoving two fingers into her cunt. Of course (Y/n)’s body reacted violently, her entire body tensing up at the intrusion as a moan slipped from her lips. Jade sat by watching, his cock in his hands as he jerked himself off to the sight before him. Trey was focused on the task before him, stretching the young woman’s cunt out for what would happen next. (Y/n) bit her lip feeling a wave of sensation about to overcome her before her vision went white with bliss. “Oh my darling, you made quite a mess” Trey said with a laugh pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. “I guess there’s no reason to waste any more time” he added sitting up and undressing completely before lining himself up with (Y/n) and thrusting in. “Fuck, you feel so tight” Trey moaned out bottoming out in the young woman. Jade began to undress himself leaning over to kiss his boyfriend and taste their sweetheart on his tongue. Trey gripped (Y/n)’s hips for a better angle and pounded her greedily, his movements calculated to hit her sweet spot without mercy. He continued to make out with Jade for a long moment before pulling away and lifting (Y/n) up into his lap with her legs spread on either side of his hips. “What are you waiting for dear? There’s plenty of room in her for both of us” he said to his boyfriend. Jade took the invitation gladly, scooting up behind (Y/n) and lining his cock up with her already stuffed hole before thrusting in. The young woman’s vision blurred at the sensation, half in pain and half in pleasure. The eel-boy thrust shallowly a few times, burying himself deeper with each movement until he was all the way in. His teeth pressed against the girl’s neck as he made a love-bite. The two young men began thrusting widely in and out hardly concerning themselves with the pleasure of the young woman between them. (Y/n) tried to scream but each attempt was cut off by Trey’s lips pressing against hers roughly. Suddenly her breathing was cut off all together as a hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed. The lack of air did nothing to stop her feeling pleasure and she came with a strangled moan. “Oh, you like being choked?” Jade said with a laugh, loosening his hold before (Y/n) passed out from oxygen-deprivation. He and Trey continued to rocket in and out of her before they eventually came deep inside her cunt with loud groans. The young woman barely registered that they’d come in her with all the thoughts that were already racing in her mind. Both men were resting their heads on her shoulders as they panted heavily. “That… was... amazing” Trey said between gasps. He began kissing across (Y/n)’s throat as they started to descend from the high of sex. After a few minutes he pulled out with a soft pop, Jade following suit a moment after and allowing (Y/n) to lay on the bed as cum began to drip out of her cunt. Trey

disappeared from view briefly before returning with a washcloth he used to wipe (Y/n)’s body clean of cum and sweat. “Well i dont know about you but i quite enjoyed myself” Jade said with a yawn before laying beside (Y/n). “Though i have to admit i’m feeling rather tired now” he added snuggling up to the young woman. “I had a good time as well” Trey said laying on (Y/n)’s other side and snuggling close. “And i’m sure our darling had a good time too” he said kissing the girl’s cheek as he got comfortable. “I cant wait to introduce everyone to our new girlfriend” Trey said cheerifully. “Me neither, life will be even sweeter now that all three of us are together” Jade agreed with a grin. “But that’ll all have to wait until tomorrow” he added after a moment. “Sweet dreams dear one” he said kissing (Y/n) before falling asleep. The young woman stared up at the ceiling sorrowfully, waiting for sleep to take her to a less miserable place… THE END

#Trey Clover #Jade Leech #Yandere Trey Clover #Yandere Jade Leech #TWST #Yandere TWST #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland

[fantasia-monogram]

Inspection

♥️ Inseong x reader (gender and pronouns not specified, female anatomy)

♥️ Smut (~2k words); I'm back with my quirky nerdy a bit emotionally detached Inseong agenda! Oral sex and fingering, a tiniest little bit of anal play, edging, lightly hinted objectification and somnophilia and, possibly, some elements of medical play (can be interpreted like that). Established relationship. They're both kinky bastards, everything is fully consensual.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how he is in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

You certainly didn't plan to wake up before the alarm, but the sound of rustling behind you pulled you out of your well deserved sleep. It was already getting bright outside - despite that, you were about to try your luck dozing off again.

At least until Inseong's arm sneaked around your waist, only to push you snug against his chest.

You hummed in confusion. Inseong? Awake at this hour?

"Shh- You can just doze off. I need to do an inspection on you." His whisper, smooth like silk, brought warmth to the back of your neck.

"Inspection?" You asked, although at this point, nothing coming from Inseong's pretty mouth should have sounded weird or confusing. Especially so early in the morning. "What are you on this time?"

"My brilliant brain. And eight hours of quality sleep," he murmured against the shell of your ear. That was true: last night, he went to bed right after taking a shower, claiming he would only take a short nap. Two hours later, you had no heart to wake him up, so you just snuggled with him and fell asleep yourself.

"Anyway, we haven't seen each other for a couple days… I need to check up on… some vital parts of your gorgeous body." His hand hovered over the front of your briefs. "See if you're cumming properly."

You squirmed in the embrace, unable to hide the jolt of excitement that rushed through your body. That only made Inseong pull you closer.

"Oh no, we can't have you all tensed up during the hole inspection," he cooed with fake sympathy; you couldn't tell if his choice of words weirded you out or made you horny. Probably a mix of both. "You need to relax."

Just as he said that, he moved his hand upwards, letting it slide under your T-shirt. He caressed the skin on your stomach, which definitely wasn't helping you calm down.

He leaned his head over your side. Now, with better access, he left a trail of tender kisses from your temple, all the way down your jawline. You were just starting to relax a little, when his fingers moved down, catching the hem of your underwear.

"The sooner we start, the better. Be nice and follow my instructions, okay?" he asked in a reassuring tone, although you knew he was just pretending. Mere thought of his dirty intentions made you shiver.

He sat up and pushed away the sheets.

"Can you lie on your back for me?"

You nodded and did as he told, your heart beating faster with every moment.

Inseong was in front of you in seconds, sliding your briefs down.

"Okay, now spread your legs wide."

You trembled when cold air hit you between your legs, as you hesitantly fulfilled the order - or maybe it was just because you felt so exposed. Inseong, not wasting any more time, nestled himself comfortably, leaning on his elbows. He moved his face dangerously close to your pussy; you could feel his breath on your skin.

After a while of just observing intently, he spread your labia with his fingers, using the thumb of his other hand to press your clit in a little circle. You grasped the sheets beneath you, holding back a moan.

All that anticipation was driving you crazy, even though he was touching you without any kind of lubrication so far.

"Oh, okay. Correct reaction."

Inseong's voice was steady and almost neutral despite the situation you were in; he still didn't bother to look away, either. Another circular motion of his thumb had you writhing, but you didn't make a sound - that is, until he grazed another finger through the slit of your entrance, making you whine at the brief contact.

You decided to peek, only to see him observe his now wet index finger. Then, he licked it clean.

To say you were all fired up would be an understatement.

"That's better." He returned to his earlier position. "But still not enough."

He made brief eye contact with you, probably just to make sure you can see everything well. Lining his face right above, he let a streak of saliva drip from his mouth onto your clit.

Your body jerked as the liquid hit your swollen bud, the roll of it through your skin almost agonizing. Inseong, still in character, watched it flow leisurely, until the last drops disappeared between your cheeks.

You swore your revenge after you were done. This amount of teasing was truly criminal.

Next moment you had to drop your threats, though, because Inseong nonchalantly brought some of your wetness up and started massaging your bud properly - all of that with his eyes still focused on his ministrations.

Yes, you were basically reduced to your pussy. Yes, it was turning you on like hell.

The movement was definitely too slow to be satisfying, so when clenching around nothing gave you no relief, you let out a couple strangled, high pitched whines.

Inseong picked up your clue, though not without putting his own twist into it.

"I suppose we're done with the preparation," he stated calmly. "Time to start the actual inspection."

That bastard. He was just playing around all that time.

He carefully pushed a single finger into you - and you could clearly tell it was the middle one, because once it was all in, its tip rested right on your sweet spot.

You tried rotating your hips to get some pressure you craved so much. Inseong immediately withdrew, no more than a centimeter or two, making you cry out from sheer frustration.

"Everything seems to be fine on the inside, too." Inseong murmured. You could hear a devilish smirk in his voice.

You were looking to the side, not wanting to show your eyes were glazed over with tears, but you caught Inseong sitting up straight with the corner of your vision. He was staring right at your face.

No, you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you so worked up.

As if he read your mind, he put his hand on your knee, spreading it further. Still staring at you, he started pulling his finger out as slowly as it was humanly possible. You were so swollen and sensitive already that the deliberate, agonizing movement was making you lose your mind.

Inseong chuckled. He was clearly enjoying it.

You thought he was done teasing and would just peacefully bring you to climax, but he had something else in mind.

Daring to look at what's happening, you saw him finally pulling the finger out, a long streak of your juices sticking to it. You could swear you blinked for a mere second - only to get startled by your own sharp gasp as Inseong pushed three fingers at once into you, the slide easy thanks to all the wetness.

Oh God, the fullness was heavenly after all the teasing.

Keeping his eyes on you, Inseong started pumping his fingers in and out at a relentless pace. At the same time, he kept rubbing your clit with his other hand.

He might have sucked at physical activity, but his hand coordination was out of this world.

You covered your face with your arm to drown in the intense sensation; at this point, you didn't care - you screamed, unable to handle the delightful stretch in a collected way. Soon enough, your cries dissipated into quick breathy moans, a tell-tale sign you were close.

That's when Inseong abruptly removed his fingers, once again leaving you empty. You let out another scream; this time, out of frustration.

"For fuck's sake, just let me cum!" You hit the bed with your fist.

Inseong laughed out loud.

"What? Are you kidding?" He laid down on his stomach. "We still have another hole to inspect."

You went quiet immediately. You brought up this topic a couple of times before. Was he actually going to do it now? A shiver took over your body.

Inseong pressed his middle finger against your clit hard enough to elicit a choked gasp from you. He started moving it down, coating it well with your juices. Once he passed below your entrance, he licked his lips and leaned in to press them on your clit.

You couldn’t control the sounds coming out of you anymore when he put his mouth and tongue to work, literally making out with your pussy - slow kisses, licks and warm huffs of air turned you into a mess in no time. The feeling was so overwhelming you almost forgot about his finger that was going lower and lower down your crack.

You held your breath when you felt it touch your other hole.

Inseong stopped for a moment. He swallowed theatrically. What a show off.

“I need your consent for the final part of the inspection.” He was dead serious.

“G… go on…” You mumbled, surprised at how hoarse your voice has gotten.

With that, Inseong’s tongue swirled on your skin again, and his finger mirrored the movement. His oral game, as amazing as always, distracted you for a moment; he increased the pace, and you decided to focus on the sensation.

Then, you felt the pad of his finger push a little, and your mind was gone.

Your orgasm hit at the slightest breach through your rim; you came hard, practically wailing, shocked by the intensity. It lasted longer than usual as well, so that when you were done, you could barely get yourself back together.

“Oh God… Oh God, what was that…” You wondered, completely out of breath. Stunned and confused, you sat up.

Inseong’s shirt was soaked all around the collar, not to mention he was wiping his chin with a sleeve.

“I give it an 8 out of 10 score, just because of squirting. Didn’t get to inspect the other hole properly.”

You smacked his shoulder, although it was more like a weak pat considering your physical strength just leaked out of you.

Quite literally.

Inseong’s only reaction was surging forward to pin you to the mattress with his body. He pressed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You didn’t mind it; you both loved being a little messy anyway.

"I love you so, so much. I'm sorry I called your cunnie a hole," he said, breaking the kiss. You shook your head at his remorseful expression; he always gave such cute nicknames to your intimate body parts that this one time wasn't an issue for you at all.

He embraced you tightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey, sir, I think we have one more inspection to do,” you giggled, feeling a half-hard bulge poking your thigh through Inseong's shorts.

No answer came. You pulled away from the embrace as much as you could, locked by Inseong's tall frame.

The boy was asleep already, resting his head on your shoulder, a carefree smile on his lips.

You sighed and patted his hair fondly. Well, sometimes it was all about him giving you pleasure you deserved, rather than trying to chase his own. Having you blissed out under him would feed his (bigger than expected) ego just enough.

Actually, it was one of the things you loved the most about your relationship - right after Inseong's unusual quirks and kinks, that is.

#sf9 imagines #sf9 smut #sf9 scenarios #inseong imagine #inseong scenario #inseong smut #inseong x reader

[bobathirstaccount]

Something Like Love

Boba x fem!reader, Soft!Boba, smut, fluff

TW: unprotected sex

Translations (Mando’a)

Cyar’ika - sweetheart

***

Boba wandered around his palace. It was quiet, dark. Its stillness reminded him of Slave 1 during sleep mode. He thought about visiting his favorite companion. Perhaps not, though. He realized that he was beginning to like them too much.

A large hand on your stomach woke you. You felt Boba’s arm around you and his strong body settling in behind you. “What time is it?” You kept your eyes closed.

“Late.”

“What’re you doing up? Something bothering you?”

“No.”

You smiled at his reticence and pushed your ass into his crotch. “Why ever did you stop by, baby?”

Boba smiled despite himself, “I thought of you.”

Your smile grew wider, and you wiggled your ass against him. “Hmmm, really? Lil ole me?”

“You, pet.” His arm squeezed you lightly. You bit your lip, still smiling, and slid your panties down past your knees. You kicked them off under the covers.

“Hmmm, planning something, little one?”

“Expecting something, more like.” You pushed your ass back into him. But instead he snuggled into you, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. He inhaled deeply, and hummed softly.

“You sure you’re okay?” You felt the gentle cadence of his breath against your skin. He didn’t respond for a moment. Then he said softly, “What will I do when you leave me?”

Surprised, you turned your head halfway towards his, “Whatdaya mean?”

“When you get bored of keeping an old man company.”

You snorted softly, “What a strange thing to say. Do I seem like I’m going somewhere?”

“No, no.”

You shrugged, “Something is bothering you. But you don’t wanna talk about it huh?” After a pause, you continued, “Well what shall we do to make you feel better?”

He smiled against your skin and kissed you on your neck. His hand slid from your stomach lower, to the hem of your sleep shirt. You felt the fabric rustle as Boba’s hand slid underneath it and started to slid upwards. Your heartbeat increased as you began to anticipate. He reached your chest and groped you lightly, playing with your nipples. It was your turn to hum as you leaned your head back. Boba breathed into your ear, “Let me taste that pussy.” You grinned and waited for him to sit up, then rolled over onto your back. Boba moved between your legs, pulling them apart slowly. He slid his hands down the inside of your thighs, rough fingertips barely grazing your skin. He stopped just before he reached your pussy lips and hovered there for a tantalizing moment.

He nestled into the v of your legs and let his warm breath hit your skin. You whimpered in anticipation. Looking up at you, he smiled before licking into your slit. Moaning and wanting more, you spread yourself wider. He kissed up to your clit slowly. You felt two fingers penetrate you as he swiped his tongue across your clit, making you grip the sheets in your hands and call out a small, “Oh!”

His fingers curved slightly, and he slowly fingered you while sucking your clit. He continued to tease you, his other hand cupping an ass cheek and squeezing. “Baby, you’re so good to me; I must be your favorite,” you panted, feeling your orgasm approaching. He said nothing, continuing his ministrations instead. You arched your back and called his name as he pleasured you, the fire in your pussy growing achingly hot.

Boba pushed you over the precipice as he slowly ran figure eights around and over your clit, fingers hitting you just right inside. Moaning, your pussy spasmed around his fingers as he lifted his head, rumbling softly, “Good girl, cyar’ika.” You relaxed your jellied limbs into the mattress. You panted, still coming down from your high as he settled in next to you. You rolled over onto your side after a moment, “Baby, do I get to return the favor?” He sighed, “Not in the mood.”

Surprised, you thought back to your earlier conversation. “You know that you can talk to me... Right baby?” Inhaling, you paused to wrap an arm around his torso, “Tell me why you think I’m gonna leave.”

“I don’t.”

Your brow furrowed, “But you said -“

“I don’t know what I was talking about. Never mind.” He huffed slightly. You kissed his skin gently, wondering. His hand clumsily found yours in the dark; he interlaced his fingers with yours. After a moment he sighed a deep sigh; you thought perhaps he was drifting off to sleep. His thumb grazed your forefinger and you snuggled into him.

After a quiet moment, Boba stirred. He sat up, gently peeling you off of him. “I’m gonna go,” he said, barely audibly. Your first instinct was to let him go, but your hand shot out and you grabbed his upper arm. He stopped moving. You pulled yourself to him and kissed his shoulder, “Stay.” You didn’t know why you thought you could command him, but to your surprise he laid back down. You looked at him in the dim light; you could barely make out his fierce eyes. It made you smile.

You threw your leg over his hips before he could think again. Straddling him, you rubbed your still wet pussy against him. You placed your hands on his chest as you felt him grow hard. “Stay and let me fuck you,” you said softly, still rubbing against his cock. He grunted and slid his hands from your knees to your ass.

You readjusted and slid the head of his cock inside of yourself. Moaning softly, you slid down the length of his shaft until he was fully inside of you. You rocked your hips against him, fingertips digging into his scarred skin. You fucked him slowly, murmuring dirty talk. “Baby you’re gonna cum in me, right? You know I love it when you cum in me… I like it when your cum drips out later and reminds me that I’m yours.”

Boba grunted and you felt him start to strain under you. You gave a small smile before starting to ride him harder. Suddenly, he sat up, arms going around you. His hands rested on the small of your back as he kissed you hungrily. You returned the kiss feverishly, feeling needy yourself. You lifted your hands to cup his face as the kiss continued. You fucked down on him lewdly. Boba broke the kiss and made a strangled noise as he came abruptly. His hands clenched as he groaned your name, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You rocked your hips and kissed the side of his head. When he stilled, you laid your cheek against his head and spoke barely above a whisper, “No one has treated me like you do. Why would I leave? Besides, I adore you.”

You continued with your sweet nothings as he sat there, breathing gently. Finally he laid down, pulling you down next to him. He kept an arm around you. His head turned towards you. “You are my favorite, you know.”

“I won’t tell the other girls,” you teased lightly, a broad smile on your face.

“What if there were no other girls?”

You bit your lip, considering, “Then I would have you all to myself. I wouldn’t mind that.” You squeezed him affectionately. He returned the gesture, sighing contentedly.

“Let’s wake up next to each other?” You asked carefully.

“Mm.” You felt Boba relax his body. He laid there, still, breathing steadily. You smiled again and snuggled into him, closing your eyes.

#boba x you #boba smut #boba fett x you #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett smut #boba fett x reader #boba x reader

[buckyownsmylife]

Do it - Tom Holland/Jake Gyllenhaal/Reader smut

The one where Tom, your boyfriend, has a cuckold kink and Jake has shown interest in you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, cuckold kink, creampie, oral (f), kind of a sharing kink again?, cum eating

A/N: This... just might be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written, but I think I did a pretty good job with it? Kinktober day 16, prompts were cuckold kink and “Tell me how much you like me, tell me how good I make you feel. Also, no P.O.V. changes on this one because I was trying something new. Basically the first part which is sort of a flashback is written as “you”, and the actual smut is in first person.

You could still remember the moment this situation came into question. The way Tom’s skin was flushed pink as he admitted his deepest secret, his desire to fuck you knowing you had went out to fuck someone else. You’d been beyond surprised, of course - you’d known what cuckold meant, but only in the environment of bar jokes and silly conversations. You never actually considered having a sexual relationship that entailed that.

But you loved Tom. You wanted to make him happy, and you think you’d been doing a great job at being his girlfriend. It’d taken you months to carefully build the trust that he needed to admit his kink to you. What kind of a partner would you be if you didn’t at least try to fulfill his desires?

And, of course, there was the way Jake looked at you. You’d noticed the very first time you were introduced to each other, how he ran his hazel eyes over your body with undeniable desire poorly hidden on the brow hues, and the fact that he was so unashamed about the way he licked his lips in front of your boyfriend as he accepted your handshake made your body feel hotter than it should.

He’d wanted you since then. You’d known it, but had chosen to ignore it because what could you do? Entertain the idea of feeling attracted to the much older man when you had a perfect boyfriend who you were also extremely attracted to? It just didn’t make any sense.

“Tell me what he did, love,” Tom’s words were hot over my face as his hands roamed almost desperately over my practically naked body, until he managed to unwrap my dress and let the light fabric flow down to the floor. “Tell me where he touched you, I want to hear it,” he insisted, his hands taking notice of the bruises left on my skin, the clear signs of another man’s possession on what was once only his.

“Everywhere,” I admitted, barely over a whisper, and I saw his cock twitching under his boxers. I witnessed his mouth falling open, his tongue coming out to wet his lips before he delved to lick on my collarbones, where I knew there was a litany of lovebites coloring them.

“Tell me more,” he begged. “Tell me how it felt.” What could I say about the evening I’d just spent with one of my boyfriend’s best friends? A shiver went through my spine as I suddenly remembered what Jake had whispered in my ear before sending me back home to Tom, just as my boyfriend’s talented mouth reached my throat.

“He asked me to tell you that he sent you a gift,” I breathed out, my words sounding raspy after spending a better part of the night being throatfucked. Tom just hummed against my skin, now reaching my jaw as I turned my face to give him more room to work. “I have his cum inside of me.”

That had Tom’s head snapping up to look me in the eyes, and for a second I was afraid Jake and I had taken this too far, that my boyfriend had realized all the implications of what we’d done and that now he was disgusted with me. 

But then he lunged himself at me, throwing me in the bed behind us, his huge hands immediately prying my thighs open so I was sprawled for his gaze to take. “Show me,” he begged, and after only a moment of hesitation, I clenched my pussy, expelling the milky substance Jake had directed me to keep it inside after we were done. “He’ll love it,” he had assured me, “Just like you loved to take me in your pretty little hole. Didn’t you?”

He’d been right, I realized as soon as Tom plunged his tongue deep inside my cunt, scooping up the release of his friend. “Fuck, this is everything I wanted,” he confessed, and I felt a new wave of wetness flow through me at the knowledge that this absolutely depraved activity was bringing my boyfriend exactly what he needed.

“I’m glad.” I ran my fingers through his locks, pulling slightly as he feasted on my used pussy. It was still sensitive from how thoroughly Jake’d been, and if I closed my eyes, I could still feel his weight on top of me, his big muscles locking me under his control.

“What else did he say?” Tom asked, his pretty pink lips sucking my clit on his mouth, making me cry out loud over the sensitiveness. I could barely speak, too fucked out and somehow also too horny to remember something as simple as words, but I knew this would all have been for nothing if I didn’t tell my boyfriend about what I'd done before coming home to him.

“He…” I started, stopping only to moan out loud as Tom’s fingers came into play, exploring the same place Jake had so brutally fucked only one hour before. “He said he never had a better pussy in his life. And that he’d fucked a lot of women, so I should better believe him.”

Tom chuckled against my cunt, making me cry out as the feeling reverberated through me, prompting a mini-orgasm that made my thighs quiver. “He wasn’t lying, sweetheart. I can attest to the fact that he’s had a lot of flings. I can also confirm…” He continued, finally pulling away from my cunt to rub his cock on my clit, teasing me. I didn’t know how he found the control to do so, his cock was visibly throbbing on his fist, the red tip leaking precum all over me. “That there’s no better pussy in the world than this one right here.”

I loved having Tom inside of me. He filled me in a way that felt more than physical, it was almost like a spiritual experience. But today, something felt different, like our connection had been taken to another level, somehow.

“Tell me, my love… Was he… Was he gentle?” He was panting now, desperately searching for his release as he thrusted in and out of me. “Or was he rough? Did he pound your little pussy like I do when you’re being a bad girl? Did he make you scream his name as you came around his cock?”

God, Tom’s dirty talk was getting to me. I was trembling in his hands now, clawing at his back as I begged him to speed up his movements. The desire broke my inhibitions, finally loosening my tongue as I gave my boyfriend what he so desperately asked me for. “He… He was rough, so rough, Tommy. He fucked me like a whore.”

Tom’s strangled moan echoed around our room, and I managed to find the strength to turn us over, so I could ride him. Seeing just how much he was enjoying me was giving me the courage to keep on telling the details of my night with Jake. “What else?”

“He asked me to tell me how much I liked him, how good I made him feel.”

“And did you?” I watched as Tom licked his lips, his eyes following the trail of lovebites Jake had left over my stomach and chest, until he found my eyes, nodding to signal me to keep going.

“Yes…” It came out as a long moan, as I kept on grinding my body against his, his cock filling me up. “I told him how hot he was, how great his big cock felt inside of me.” Just talking about it reminded me of how Jake had felt inside of me, which made me moan out loud, speeding up my movements.

“Was he bigger than me? Did he stretch you out, baby?” We’d talked about this previously, so I didn’t feel all that bad about saying, “Yes. He was so big, baby, so thick. He had to make me cum three times and open me up with his fingers so I could accept his cock inside of me.”

Stopping for a bit only to swallow a bit of saliva on my dry throat, I realized what I could say to make Tom cum. “He wanted to fuck my ass, Tommy. But he said it’d take too much time to get his dick inside of me, and he was too horny to wait that long before cumming inside of me.”

Just as I expected, my words made Tom finally reach his release, spilling inside of me and prompting another orgasm that drained my body of all its energy. The last thing I remembered hearing before I drifted off to sleep was his passionate thanks for giving him the best sex of his life.

#tom holland smut #smut #tom holland #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal #my fics #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #tom holland fics #jake gyllenhaal fics #tom holland fic #jake gyllenhaal fic #tom holland reader #jake gyllenhaal reader

[falcqns]

Medicine

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You finally get drunk enough to admit your feelings to Henry

Warnings: smut, bodily fluids, swearing

A/N: my hand slipped omg. I was inspired to write this while listening to Medicine by Harry Styles and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

you took another shot of vodka while eyeing Henry from where he was across the dance floor. 

As usual, he was completely oblivious to the horde of women basically throwing themselves at his feet. Like, come on, he had to know how attractive he is, right?

Treat you like a gentleman

His eyes met yours from where he was standing, and he gave you a charming smile, which you very reluctantly returned. 

Sure, you had a crush on him. Who didn't? 

You, however, considered yourself unlucky because you had to work with him everyday, which didn't help your feelings. 

You downed a shot once more, before tearing your eyes away from Henry and scanning around the room for others you knew. 

To your surprise, you didn't see anyone else that you knew. 

Fucking of course, you thought to yourself.

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

As you swallowed one more shot, you made a decision. 

You were tired of him not knowing how you felt. You were tired of feeling jealous watching him flirt with other females and desperately wishing that was you. 

So, instead of wallowing in your own pity, you decided to do something about it. 

You stood up, and walked towards him. You cut through the horde of women, and right past him. You smiled and traced your hand from his right pec to his bicep, eyes locked on his blue ones.

I think I'm gonna stick with you

You felt his eyes follow you to where you were walking towards the bathroom.

You were getting to him. 

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

You checked your makeup in the mirror before pulling out for phone.

You opened messages and began to compose a message to your best friend.

‘I’m making a move tonight,’ is all the message said, knowing your best friend would understand the context. 

In reality, she was supposed to come with you, but ended up not being able to take the weekend off of work to fly out to England to be with you. So, you’d settled for updating her through text.

She texted back almost immediately. 

‘thank god, its only been a year and a half,’ 

You laughed and typed out a response before dropping your phone back into your pocket. 

‘I'll let you know how it goes,’

Rest it on your fingertips Up to your mouth, feeling it out Feeling it out

Henry was waiting for you as you exited the bathroom. He had that annoyingly charming smile on his face again.

“Can we dance?” Was all he said, giving you his hand. You nodded, and accepted, allowing him to lead you away from the bathrooms and onto the dance floor.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

His hands wrapped around your waist, and tour hands landed on his shoulder.

Your eyes connected as another song started. You didn't know what one, but you could feel the melody pulsing through the spaced between yours and Henry’s bodies, almost acting as a magnet.

Henry pulled you closer, so you were flush against him, and you tried to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted

Henry dropped his mouth to graze against your ear, and he breathed out the lyrics to the unknown song, sending a shiver down your spine.

As the music grew, so did your need for him.

Was it from the multiple shots you took, or was it from Henry himself? You had no idea, but suspected it was the latter.

You dropped your head slightly to give him access to your neck, hoping he’d get the message. 

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it We're getting dizzy

His head dropped to your neck, and inhaled your scent before letting out a breathy moan.

His hands tightened on your back and tried to pull you closer, which caused even more arousal to pool in your panties, if that was possible.

“Fuck, you kill me,” He rasped. 

The only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan.

“I’ve been dead since I met you, Hen.” You teased, and watched as his eyes darkened.

He tightened his grip on your hips even more, and began to grind his hips into yours.

You felt his erection straining through his dress pants, so much so that you were amazed the pants hadn't ripped yet.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

His mouth moved from your neck to you ear.

“Will you let me take you home?” He grunted out. “Because if we stay like this any longer I’m going to end up Fucking you right here on the dance floor.

You're entire body trembled and groaned in response.

“Fuck, of course,” 

He grabbed your hand pulled you toward the door. The two of you didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone, your need for each other too urgent.

As soon as his white BMW was in reaching distance, you were pushed up against it.

His hands roamed your body, and his mouth nipped at your neck. 

You let out a strangled yelp of pleasure, and attempted to grind against him, desperate for pleasure, but he stopped you.

“My place or yours?” He purred.

“Yours,” You said without hesitation. His place was bigger, and closer, and wasn't right beside a nursing home after all.

Tingle running through my bones

His left hand never left your thigh. It stayed there, warmth spreading through your body from it, squeezing your thigh.

You eventually placed your hand on top of his, and stroked the veins popping out. 

You saw him let out a small smile as you traced the veins, his eyes still focused on the road. 

As soon as his house came into view, he was unbuckling yours and his seatbelts, very eager for the events about to unfold.

The car was parked, and turned off. You and Henry all but jumped from the vehicle before your hands were all over each other once more. 

The boys and the girls are in

His hands came to rest underneath your bum, and you were lifted up. You wrapped your arms around his neck for stability.

Your centre was pressed against his, and your breasts were pressed just under his chin, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin.

He carried you in the house, and into his room, before laying you in the bed. He shrugged his jacket off of his body, allowing it to fall to the floor, before he reached to free your sore feet from the stilettos you had decided to wear that night.

Not that he was complaining, your legs looked fucking incredible.

He kicked his dress shoes off before climbing on the bed with you.

I mess around with him

He positioned himself above your body, his right leg pushing your two legs apart, his arms coming to rest on either side of your head, and his mouth firmly attached to yours.

He kissed you hard, before swiping your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, and his tongue was swirling around yours in seconds.

He rolled onto his side, then to his back, pulling you with him so you were straddling his hips. 

You splayed your hands over his pecs to give yourself some leverage, before you thrusted your hips against his, eliciting a desperate moan from both you and Henry’s lips.

“Fuck,” He exclaimed shakily, his hands gripping your waist and hold g you down against his erection. “If you don't stop, I’m going to cum right here.” You smiled down at him softly, teasing him. “Isn’t that what you want?”

He groaned before pushing his right hand underneath your dress material and onto your mound that was currently covered by your lace panties, which were the same colour as your dress.

And I'm okay with it

His hands moved over your hips, and trailed up your back to the zipper of your dress. 

He looked you dead in the eyes, searching them with his for consent.

“You want this?” He asked slowly.

You moaned out, and ground your hips into his hand, attempting to make him feel how wet you were. “If I didn’t, would I be this wet?”

Henry cried out, and zipped your dress before pulling it over your head. The second your arms were freed from the fabric, your fingers were working to undo all the buttons on his dress shirt.

Moments later, the rest of his clothes, along with your remaining lingerie were thrown on the floor, and Henry had flipped you over once more. 

He pressed another hard kiss to your lips before trailing them down your neck, littering hickies across your skin.

His hands spread your thighs apart even farther, and his eyes met yours, before he dove into you, licking, and sucking.

“FUCK!” You sobbed out, and his tongue swiped over your clit over and over again.

Your hands flew to his head, and you tugged on his brown curls as he continued his assault on your pussy.

Just as you felt your climax approaching, he pulled his mouth away, and came back to hover over you once more.

His hand was fisted around his hard cock, as he stroked it back and forth.

“You ready?” He asked, and you nodded, spreading your legs apart even more to show how you were dripping for him.

He whimpered at the sight, and slowly eased himself in.

The two of you immediately cried out at the sensation. Henry bottomed out moments later, and you begged him to move.

“Fuck, Henry, please move.” You begged, grinding your hips against is. 

You watched as a shutter pulsed through his body, before began to move.

I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

His head fell to your shoulder as his hips rolled into yours. 

You gripped your hands on his back as he slid in and out at an alarming speed.

His lips brushed your ear with every thrust, pouring moan after moan directly into your ear.

“You’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He cooed into your ear.

“Wanted this so long,” You sobbed out, and Henry moaned back in acknowledgement.

“S-same. Holy fuck.” 

You hooked your right leg around his hip and flipped so you were on top, before moving yourself off of him slightly and then slamming yourself back down on him.

“FUCK!” He shouted, and his hands started their journey your hips before you stopped them.

You gripped his wrists' and pinned them above his head. 

“I’ve wanted this longer, let me have my fun,” You grunted at him, as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Now it was his turn to sob. “B-baby, please,”

You ground your hips into his before resuming your harsh pace on top of him, and crying out.

“So close,” You cried. He growled and threw his head back.

“S-same baby. Oh god,” He groaned. “Fuck, you gonna come on my cock?” “YES!” you sobbed out, and he continued to talk.

“Fuck yeah you are, baby, fucking come all over me,” 

And with that, your orgasm ripped through you, and you came with a scream on top of him.

He flipped you over and pushed himself all the way inside of you, before stilling, and filling you up with his release.

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you ride it

He pulled out of you with a grunt, and laid beside you. He pulled you into his arms, and the two of you drifted off to sleep in the afterglow.

Just before you fell asleep, however, you remembered the name of the song I the club.

it was Medicine by Harry Styles.

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry!holmes #harry styles #medicine #smut #oops #myhandsslipped

[nohoney]

Tell Me (When You’re Ready) 4.3

warnings: 18+, drug use, polyamory, low key manipulation, toxic relationships

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summary:

You love them.

You’re in love with them.

You’re in love with Keigo.

You’re in love with Touya.

4.1 ✧ 4.2 ✧ 4.3 ✧ 4.4

There were some things that you imagined yourself trying at one point in your life that you figured would just be an experiment, a one-time thing that would probably not happen again as long as you got to do it once. It was simple things like eating an exotic dish you’ve never heard of, something adrenaline pumping like bungee jumping or sky diving, or even exploring your sexuality and seeing if you liked kissing someone of a different gender than yours. Just a little exciting tidbit that would have the people say ‘wow, that’s so interesting of you!’ and just be a quick little topic before moving onto something else. Simple stuff like that, you know?

Sure you figured that you’d explore recreational drugs every once in a while but you never thought you would have main access to them by dating a dealer. And you thought that maybe you’d try having a threesome if the chance came along but you would have never guessed in your life that you’d be engaging in them regularly by being apart of a polyamorous relationship.

You were definitely were having an interesting experience in your life currently.

At most you only dated three boys before Touya and Keigo; one boy from middle school in which the relationship lasted up until he went to a separate high school, a nice guy from your math class that helped tutor you but breaking up just a little before your high school graduation, and then your one college boyfriend who would later get his ass beat by your current boyfriends at a house party for strangling you.

None of those three boys you dated had ever made you consider being in love with them. You liked them a lot to be in a relationship but never developed further enough for you to even think about saying ‘I love you’ to them. It hurt all three times when the relationships ended, the worst one so far being the one before Touya, but you never really experienced a real heartbreak. You were sad when it was over but you never experienced that pit of overwhelming sadness and depression after breaking up with someone that you were madly and deeply in love with.

And if it hurts so bad with just one boy you loved, like some of you friends had said, would it hurt twice as bad with two boys you were in love with?

It’s a question that you don’t want answered.

Sometimes you think about how crushing it would be if Touya and Keigo were to leave you, that even the thought of it makes your heart clench and has you trying to control your own anxiety of all the scenarios that run through your head. It’s why you try to be so good for them, you listen to what they tell you to do, you don’t want to give them a reason to break up with you because you’re pretty certain that you won’t handle it well.

You’ve helped friends through heartbreak before but you’d never experienced it yourself to really understand what they’re going through, just that you see how sad they are and that you know that they can move forward with their life even though they just had their heart broken by someone they loved.

If it were to happen to you, would you really be able to pick yourself up together?

You imagine that the more intense the love was, the more shattering the pain is when the relationship falls apart.

You hate to think about it and in those moments when even thinking about it in theory becomes too much for you, you get desperate to wipe away that imaginary and theoretical pain. So you seek them out, either Touya or Keigo, whoever you find first but having both is always preferable to you and you just want to be as close as possible until you forget all about it. Sitting in their lap, holding hands, just being by their side soothes you but the best method is always sex. Touya shows how he cares mostly through sex with the occasional gentle words and acts of service here and there. Keigo is always caring no matter what but the affection is laid on extra thick when you’re down on all fours for him. In those desperate moments of needing them, you can see the question in their eyes what’s got you acting in such a way but they’d rather take care of what you need first than ask first thing.

It’s after one of those romps where you were feeling a little anxious about a theoretical break up that you hear it from Touya. Keigo massaged your head until he thought for sure you fell asleep while Touya dragged the tips of his fingers along your arm. You laid on your side, curves accentuated and arms tucked close to your chest as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. Just right when you enter your dreamworld you hear a soft whisper from Touya that your mind just barely catches.

“I love you…”

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him say it.

In the moment when you were about to drift to sleep it was so faint but you remember it so clearly the next morning. You woke up alone in bed but you could hear the boys in the living room with the tv on, sounds of gunfire and cursing at one another tell you that they’re playing a video game together. You snuggle into the pillows and pull the comforter over your body, the faint words of Touya’s confession play over and over in your mind.

Now both of them have said ‘I love you’ and you’ve yet to say it back.

You want to, you definitely want to, but it just doesn’t feel like the right time.

Their confessions play back over in your mind. Keigo’s ‘I love you’ in his kitchen and now Touya’s ‘I love you’ from last night, your heart flutters and you’ve got butterflies in your tummy the more you think about it. And even though you just had sex last night, you clench your legs together at the thought of passionate lovemaking and those three words expressed out loud between the three of you. They’re just on the other side of that wall and you could easily call them to relieve the ache in between your legs.

But you need alone time, the boys are enjoying themselves in the game at the moment.

Your fingers will do just fine, it’s not like you rely specifically on their cocks to get you off every single time. Some alone time is good for yourself, it’s healthy and always a nice opportunity to center yourself. And besides, if you masturbate then you’re pretty much guaranteed an easy orgasm by your own hands versus the boys where they can dangle you on the edge of completion and elation if they felt like it.

So you push the blankets low enough for your comfort and grab your phone on the night stand, already naked since you just got fucked last night. The screen lights up and opens the home screen automatically upon face recognition, you swipe to your photos app and scroll down to the hidden files folder. It contains all the nudes you’ve sent over time to them along with their dick pics and recorded sex videos. You just swipe through photos first, sensual photos that were taken in the reflection of the mirror in the spur of the moment. There’s a pic of you bent over Keigo’s lap and you hold your panties to the side, one of you looking into the lens as you’re on your knees for Touya, and one nude that you took of yourself that wasn’t sent to either of them but you just thought you looked hot as fuck in it.

While you slide through photos, you just get yourself started with some light petting and a little bit of teasing. The boys sound really caught up in their game at the moment but you’re also keeping a lookout if they happen to approach the bedroom door.

Back to the camera roll, this time going through the videos.

Touya’s usually the one that records the videos, aiming the camera down at your body while he plows into your pussy and calls you a dirty whore for the camera. There’s one that’s just a few seconds long of him groping your tits, another one where he’s fingering your pussy and it stops just as you squirt all over him, lots of videos of you going down on him or Touya recording Keigo getting sucked off by you, a few of him eating you out, and the most recent video was the camera set up on nightstand and recorded the three of you having another threesome.

The placement of their hands all over your body, the faces you made as you get cock drunk on blowjobs, the few moments where they almost lose their composure and pull back just in time, fingers in your holes, scratches all over their chests and backs, tongues licking sensitive spots, and ooh… that nasty shot of cum oozing out of you when they were finished.

You try to keep your sounds to a minimum, even the shaky breaths you take may just be a touch too loud and you fear that you’ll be caught.

“One last game, loser has to make breakfast.” Keigo’s muffled voice sounds through the wall.

“Make my eggs sunny side up, yolk runny. You’ll need to know that.” Touya quips back.

One last round for the boys while you finish up on yourself.

You decide to watch a video clip that Keigo recorded, the camera pointed down at your body while he thrust quickly into you. You held your legs up by the back of your knees, tits bouncing with every rough movement and garbled moans that the camera picked up. Even though the volume is to the lowest setting and the video game sounds are loud on the other side, you still worry if they can hear the video. But that’s not the thing to worry about, you need to hasten your efforts before that match is complete and one of the boys comes in to ask how you want your eggs for breakfast.

You like your egg poached on a piece of toast with a nice yummy spread and just a squeeze of lemon.

God breakfast sounds amazing now…

In the video, Keigo’s groping your tits in his hand and the faint recorded voice of him whining for you to cum for him. “Baby bird… my little chicken nugget…”

Pfft, that little nickname still makes you laugh sometimes.

You time yourself along with the video, already recognizing the timing of his hips when he’s just about ready to burst. So you work your hand into overdrive, pussy sopping and leaking onto the bedsheets. The recorded Keigo in the video says he’s almost there… he’s almost there… you’re cumming, you’re cumming!

“Fuuuuck…!” you hiss out into the room, just in time to hear Keigo cheer and Touya curse at him.

“I’m in the mood for egg in a basket, hop to it loser.” Keigo laughs and sounds like he just dodged some type of hit from Touya because the wall rumbles briefly. “Quit being sore about it, I’m gonna go wake (Name) up.”

You pull up the blankets over your body and feign sleep just as Keigo opens the door. The bed dips under his weight and he runs a hand through your hair to wake you up. His fingers are so gentle when he massages your scalp and you purr under the blankets, quietly moaning and whisper that you want more. “You can’t fool me little dove, I know you were playing with yourself. I smelled that sweet pussy as soon as I opened the door. You have fun giving yourself a nut?”

Ah man, so was there no point in hiding it if you were going to get caught?

“I didn’t think you’d find out.” you say as you turn over to face him.

Keigo snickers down at you and dips his hand down beneath the blanket to grab at your breast, his palm warm against your skin. “I was just joking dove but I guess I should have figured that you’re so insatiable that it’s the first thing you want in the morning.”

He tricked you!

“Keigo!” you whine and pull the blankets over your head. You can hear Touya calling you from outside the bedroom and asking what’s going on. Keigo assures him that he just told you a dumb joke and it made you cringe, covering up for you. ‘Our little secret’ he tells you with a wink and helps you out of bed. He hands you your bra that was discarded on the floor last night and a clean pair of your undies in the closet. You’ve got underwear on so you just put on a hoodie to cover up and walk hand in hand with Keigo out the bedroom.

Touya’s busy carving circles into pieces of bread while letting a pan heat on the stovetop, ingredients laid out on the countertop for breakfast. You go to his side to greet him good morning, kissing his cheek and asking what’s for breakfast despite already knowing the answer. You offer your help because you can see that he’s slightly annoyed at having to cook but he insists that he do it on his own.

“Wanna wake and bake?” Keigo asks, holding up a joint and waggling his eyebrows at you. If you hadn’t just given yourself an orgasm then sure you would have, but your head feels a little light and weed won’t remedy that so you decline. And since you don’t want to then neither does he, but then he offers if you want to powder your nose as he pulls out a little baggy with half a gram of coke in it. It would definitely wake you up and it’s honestly a little tempting but you don’t want doing this kind of thing to be a habit so you just say no.

If you told yourself a year ago that you’d be having breakfast with your two boyfriends who offer cocaine as an appetizer for breakfast, the you from before would tell you to stop fucking around.

Touya and Keigo take small bumps, sharp inhales of powder and they both let out a satisfied ‘ahh’ that it almost makes you feel left out. But you stay strong and tell yourself ‘No, I don’t need to do a bump to get myself started for the day.’ You sit in Keigo’s lap as he recounts the video game he and Touya were playing earlier together, boasting about his wins while Touya curses at him from the kitchen. The smell of eggs frying is in the air and your tummy rumbles in anticipation of breakfast. “Let’s feed our little princess here soon.”

You love them.

You love being with them, devoting most of your free time to Touya and Keigo because they always wanted you around, they needed you around them because they didn’t trust that you’d be safe anywhere else. But with spending so much time with them, aside from your courses and your job, you’ve downplayed your time with your friends who you haven’t seen for a while. You still text them back and forth here and there, some of them more in contact with you than others, but it’s been such a long time since you’ve hung out with at least one of them.

Speaking of which…

The three of you dig into breakfast together, crunches of toast and yolk dripping onto the dinner plates as you dig your fork into it, and you wonder how you’ll ask them. You contemplate the method you’ll ask if you can see one of your friends, just one that’s a girl that they’ve met before, just a small little catch up because she moved into a new place and just wants to have you over for a bit. Keigo pushes a cup of orange juice towards you and tells you to drink, a healthy beverage to start your day and you flash him a small smile in thanks.

After breakfast is over, you sit on the countertop and idly swing your legs as the boys clean up together. You’re scrolling through your phone and a text notification pop up from your friend and asks when you’ll be arriving. You tell her that you’re ‘figuring out your schedule’ because it sounds better than ‘let me ask my boyfriends if they’ll let me go’. It’s just a simple hangout with just one person but they’ve grown accustomed to you never really straying from them. They feel better knowing that it’s just you with them.

“Something on your mind dove? You look like you’re thinking about something.”

Your attention is snapped up to them, turquoise and gold set on you.

You carefully place your phone down on the countertop with the screen facing up to show that you have nothing to hide… you shouldn’t act so apprehensive, you really are doing nothing wrong. All this anxiety coursing through you, it shouldn’t be necessary for you to feel this way when all you’re going to do is just ask, “Can I hang out with one of my friends today?”

━━━━✧

It took some begging but Touya allowed you to go be with your friend after assuring him that it was just going to be a little catch up with her and that it wouldn’t extend to anything else. He was only going to allow you out for only two hours at most but Keigo managed to convince him to let you be out for another hour but all on the promise that you would not be a second late coming home. You were grateful because you didn’t think that you’d be able to convince Touya yourself to extend your time out without Keigo’s help.

It’s not controlling, they just want to make sure that you don’t lose track of time and that you come back home in time.

You convinced yourself that as you stand at the kitchen island with your friend Yumi. She just moved into this new house with a few other girls, introducing you to some of the roommates that were home and expressing her excitement to see you after such a long time. She points out how you used to be able to divide up your time between your schoolwork, your job, and friends but that she’s happy that you’re happy. Still, she laments how much she misses spending time with you and that your boyfriends should let you out every so often.

Boyfriends.

Everyone who’s apart of a certain scene on the campus knows that you’re pretty much dating Touya and Keigo together. It’s not as if you try to hide it or that you even tried to in the first place, not since that first roll with Keigo at that fateful house party. There was nothing low key about it either, you literally hold hands and kiss them both in public while they also reciprocate their own displays of affection towards you as well.

“They treat you good, right?” Yumi asks as she pushes a glass of water towards you.

Of course they do, they’ve given you nothing but their adoration for you and you were grateful to be with two people who cared and loved you so much.

She comments on the dress you decided to wear, telling you how nice it looks on you but that she never imagined it would be something you would wear. It’s a nice little dress with the sleeves rolled up to your forearms in your favorite color and paired with a nice pair of shoes. Yumi’s right to say that it’s a style that you never wore before, but Touya and Keigo have changed your wardrobe a little bit with pieces similar to what you were wearing at the moment. It made them look at you, it made them happy to see you wear what they gifted you, and they’re happy that you wear it just for them.

“Ow! Excuse you…” you’re bumped up against the kitchen island briefly, looking back at some girl that passed behind you just to get a glass from a cabinet. Yumi asks if she’s okay but the girl gives clipped answers with a hard gaze directed at you as if you spat in her face. She’s glowering at you as she walks out the kitchen and letting out a not so subtle huff as she leaves. You rub at your hip, it throbs a little from the impact but nothing that’s too bothersome and look uneasily at the entryway to the kitchen. “She did that on purpose…”

“I’m so sorry (Name), that’s my roommate Mai. I have no idea why she did that. I know she’s been in a shitty mood for the past week but she won’t say what for.” Yumi look apologetically at you and promises that she’ll talk to her roommate later.

“Shitty mood or not, she’s acting like I did something to her…”

What did I do to deserve that?

It dampens your mood a little bit but Yumi apparently has the perfect ‘pick me up’ as she pulls a little baggy from her pocket.

A little line would definitely up your mood right now and you know it’s from Touya, Yumi almost strictly buys from him.

It calls to you as you stare at the little baggy, wanting to crush and break down the rocks yourself until it’s a fine powder. Touya’s coke always goes in so smoothly when you break it down, doesn’t burn at all as you inhale the powder and will get you going. Funny how you declined a morning bump with the boys but with your friend you consider taking a line with her instead. Being on together gets the two of you talking and have fun, makes you more energetic and playful.

You’re tempted to tell her to break down a rock but you wonder if Touya will be okay if you just do a line or two.

It’s from Touya so you know it’s good.

You’re a grown girl, if you want to take a line then just do it.

You wonder if he’ll get mad when you tell him later on, already knowing that you can’t hide anything from Touya especially if you’re on. He’ll know instantly when you come back, probably will get mad that you didn’t let him know right away. But you don’t want to look stupid by needing to ask your boyfriend if you can take a line or two, or just a little bump.

You want a line.

You don’t want Touya to be mad at you.

Maybe just a bump…

He’ll still know no matter how little you take.

“(Name)? Want a line?”

It shouldn’t scare you so much to do this, there were plenty of times Keigo and Touya came to you already on something without letting you know so why shouldn’t you?

Don’t use that… you know what happened last time you used the ‘you do it so why shouldn’t I’ argument.  

You already pushed Touya’s buttons asking to hang out with Yumi, you don’t want to put him in an even worse mood… But it looks so good in the little baggy, so enticing and you know it will put you in a better mood after that Mai girl gave you that attitude for no reason. Keigo would most likely back you up if you explained yourself to the both of them.

You love being a good girl for them but there’s no harm in being a little bad every once in a while.

“Okay, make me a line.”

Four lines later and you’re back home in exactly three hours like promised. But when you push your key into the lock, you can hear Touya’s frustrated voice on the other side and you’re nervous. If you had known that he was going to be in a bad mood coming back then you definitely would not have done those lines. You open the door and slip off your shoes, carefully treading into the apartment and see Touya in the kitchen leaning against the countertop with his phone by his ear. He stands up sharply and walks to you and you think that he knows and brace yourself for a tongue lashing.

Instead he pecks your cheek and puts on his shoes to go outside, the last words you catch from him before he shuts the door are, “Little fucking cunt…”

Keigo sits on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table and he’s just scrolling through his phone before looking up at you and smiling. “Ah songbird, welcome back! How was visiting Yumi? You ladies have a good time?”

You hum nonchalantly and curl into Keigo’s side, his arm around your waist and also pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Was fun, yeah. It was fun catching up, I didn’t realize how long it’d been since I’d last seen her.” you tell him and look at the screen of Keigo’s phone, photos and videos shared and posted by online friends and pages he follows. “Her house is throwing a party next weekend, she invited all of us.”

Actually she just invited you since she doesn’t see much of you anymore, but of course she tacked on at the end, “Your boys can come too if they want, but I’d like to just steal you away for one night if I can.”

The chances of them letting you go to a party by yourself a pretty slim. Touya hasn’t trusted you to go to a party by yourself, not since the LSD incident. He also loosely uses that first house party incident when you locked yourself in that room and mixed coke and ecstasy after you and him had that fight. He still uses those instances against you even though it’s been so long since then, makes you feel guilty for not being more careful and making him worry.

“We’ll see how Touya feels, alright songbird?”

“Okay… why’s Touya so mad on the phone?” you dare to ask, thinking about the frustrated way his eyebrows were knit and how his jaw was clenched when you walked through the door. “Did something happen?”

“It’s nothing important dove, it’s Touya’s issue to deal with so just let him handle it. Now c’mon, tell me more about your visit with Yumi. What did you talk about? You girls do anything special?” Keigo’s trying to distract you from whatever it was Touya was talking about on the phone. You have some weird gut feeling about it but you know better than to ask, lest you want Touya to bare his teeth at you.

When you look at Keigo, he’s got an expectant look in his eyes and you know that you’re caught. There’s no point in lying to him either, he can see it in your eyes. It was just a few lines, no harm and they’re from Touya. He should understand though, right?

You tell him.

“(Name)…”

Oh no, not songbird or dove or baby bird.

Your name.

“What? It was from Touya, Yumi doesn’t buy from anyone else except from him. It wasn’t a lot, it was just four lines.” you defend yourself but you have to control the shake in your hands as you sit away from him. The anxiety from getting in trouble with either of them doesn’t sit well with you but you’re not sorry for what you did. You had a good reason and you were with someone you trusted, nothing wrong happened. And yet you still feel Touya’s impending wrath even though he knows nothing just yet. “It’s not a big deal.”

Keigo begs to differ, of course he does because him and Touya think almost alike. “That’s not the point, you know how he feels about you taking anything without him being there. You know that and you decided to be bad instead.”

“It was from Touya!”

“I’m not arguing with you, you know what you can and can’t do when we’re not around. We let you be with your friend and you decide to take mile when we gave you an inch. Once Touya comes back he’s going to know you’re on, you know you can’t hide that kind of thing from him.” Keigo sighs. His own brows are knitted in frustration, he’s not exactly happy to get you in trouble but with Touya in a bad mood already from that phone call and you sniffing lines behind their back, there’s not much he can do from his end.

“Keigo!” you whine to him, now genuinely anxious to get in trouble. “Please, you know I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“If it were just me then yes dove, I would let it go. But you know how Touya is so you should know better.” Keigo runs a hand through his hair and struggles to look at you. “Can you at least tell me why you did it?”

Okay it sounds stupid coming out of your mouth but you tell him, “Because a girl was being mean to me for no reason!”

How much more petulant can you sound right now?

“Really dove? Because a girl was mean to you?” Keigo half-laughs, unbelieving of the reason you gave him. “What did she do?”

She just kept on acting as if you were a nuisance, like you did something to her even though you had never met this girl in your life before. That one line ended up becoming four because that Mai girl returned several times with that same mean stare and some snippy comments when you haven’t done anything wrong to her. She even had the audacity to bump into your shoulder one last time just right before you left. “I never even met this Mai girl before, never seen her before ever in my life and she’s acting like I stole her boyfriend or something.”

Keigo looks at you and bites his bottom lip that’s paired with a worried brow.

He knows something.

You can see it in those golden honey eyes.

You have to know.

“Is Mai someone you know? You know something Keigo, don’t hide anything from me.”

“I shouldn’t baby bird, it’s not your concern.”

Oh no, he’s not getting out of this so you press him harder. You let them get away with keeping certain secrets away from you, you’ve accepted that some things really shouldn’t be to your knowledge. But with this random girl that has a vendetta against you then you have to know exactly what connection there is between the two of you. You grow frustrated as Keigo stands his ground and swears that he’s not going to tell you anything, anger blooming in your chest and you just want to lash out at him. But yelling at Keigo won’t be effective, you know it won’t be, so you settle for something that you know will break him; you start to cry.

Keigo is all over you in a second, bringing you into his arms and trying to hush you.

You put on a good performance, squeezing tears out your eyes the best you can and hiccuping that he’s lying to you about something.

He hates being called a liar.

“I’m not lying to you dove, I’m not! It’s just not that important for you to know.” he insists but you can see the crease in his brow that he’s going to give in.

You cough a little and wipe at your tears, pouting your bottom lip at him. “So you literally don’t care that this girl is being mean to me? You’d rather defend her integrity than give a fuck about me? Your girlfriend?”

Damn look at you, you deserve a fucking award.

Keigo’s cracking, you can see it, just a little more nudging…

“You think I’m stupid or something? Who is she Keigo? What, one of Touya’s whores?”

He sucks air between his teeth. “… She used to be.”

Whoa… what?

You’re taken aback by the admission.

“Huh?”

Keigo wipes away the tear stains on your cheeks, his thumb gentle just underneath the skin of your eye and he holds your cheek in the palm of his hand. “Touya dumped one of his whores just a week ago, a girl on campus named Mai. I’ve seen her a few times but nothing more than that. The person that he’s on the phone with, it’s her. She’s kind of been harassing him ever since he dropped her, she’s not taking it well but he’s been trying to hide it from you.”

Wow… Touya finally dropped one of his whores after a year with you. And what were the chances that you finally met one that happens to room with your friend, especially the one that he just most recently dropped?

A normal person would have obviously not tolerated that kind of thing and ended it way before then.

But you’re not in a normal relationship.

“He… He really did that?” you’re astonished as you wipe your cheeks to ensure there are no leftover tear stains.

Keigo pets a hand through your hair and gives you a reassuring smile. “I told you that you’re his priority dove. He’s choosing you, he loves you.”

He loves you.

Touya loves you.

“But I’ve never even met her before, how does she even know me?”

“Come on dove, you know that this isn’t a secret. People know how we pull up to parties together or even see us walking down the street. I’m just surprised that you’re finally meeting one of them after all this time and she just happens to roommate with your friend.” Keigo chuckles as he hugs you in his arms, a happy smile on his face that reflects your own. He’s happy to see you happy, happy to see Touya making a big step in the relationship.

“It’s weird though, a year together and I finally meet one of the whores. Well I guess ex-whore now. Isn’t that crazy?”

Keigo decides to keep quiet how Touya made it clear to the other girls a long time ago that they were not to ever approach you. You were already dealing with insecurities of just knowing about them in the relationship, the last thing you needed was to actually know their identities. As messed up as it was, Touya is not against fucking anyone up when it came to you and that included the whores. And each of them knew to heed his warning, he was not to be trifled with. Yet here’s one of them now, the mere coincidence of you meeting one, when Touya intended to just quietly drop them without ever letting you know.

“He loves you dove.” Keigo takes your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “We love you.”

Your heart flutters.

You love them.

You’re in love with them.

You’re in love with Keigo.

You’re in love with Touya.

You want to tell them, you want to say it, you almost said it to Touya one night but you had passed out from cumming too hard. You wanted to say it to Keigo but it didn’t feel right to say it to only one of them first and then the other second. So you resolved to find the right time to say it to the both of them at the same time. And you figure after you say it, there will be plenty of times they’ll get singular ‘I love you’s when either of them are alone with you.

Touya walks through the door, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips as he slips off his shoes and makes his way towards you. “Everything okay babe?” you ask, trying to act innocent and unknowing of the real reason why Touya was on the phone and exited the apartment.

“Yeah, things are fine doll.” Touya answers as he leans down to kiss your cheek. But as he retreats back, it only takes a second for him to look into your eyes and he knows. He grabs your chin and makes you look straight at him, his gaze a little hard because you can see that he’s still irritated. “You’re on right now?”

Well it’s time to face the music.

“I fixed her a big line while you were out, said that she was kinda tired still from last night and needed to wake up.” Keigo jumps in before you even get the chance to say anything, his hand on your knee squeezing to let you know he’s got you.

Keigo is such a big softie for you, you knew he couldn’t stand to see you get in trouble with Touya.

So you play along and bat your lashes up at Touya. “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course doll, it’s our home.” Touya pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket along with a lighter, tells you he’s gonna have a smoke on the balcony. Keigo decides to join him, giving you a sly little wink as they both open the sliding door and step outside.

You lean into the couch and put on a movie to drown out their talking, giving them some privacy but you pay more attention to them as they light their cigarettes and easily blow out billows of smoke.

It may have taken a year but Touya finally got rid of one of the whores, whether or not she’s still buy from him is none of your concern. He’ll eventually dwindle the list down until it really is only you, and you look forward to when that day will finally come. And even though Keigo had only joined the relationship at the half way point for you and Touya, you’re so grateful that he came into it and helped you through all your hangup and insecurities whenever you weren’t feeling the best with Touya.

They’ve taken care of you, protected you, they know what’s best for you, you can’t function without them. You’d turn a blind eye to almost anything if they told you to, whatever they want to stay theirs.

You’re all they have and they’re all yours.

I love them.

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Poly! Ghosts Hawks/Shouto x Fem! Reader

Commissioned by @bobawithpomegranate

CW: Nothing too bad. Strangers to friends to FWB to lovers, Some light angst, happy ending, Shouto eats Hawks’ cum to prove a point, Hawks and Shouto throwing shade at each other, spitroasting, reader is constantly overstimmed at the end --------------------------------------------------------

Your quirk quite literally made you see dead people.

Thankfully, you don’t actually have to see what caused their death, but rather during their best moment before their passing.

Your ability to interact with them, however, solely depends on their state of mind during their passing.

For people who were in grief over their passing, they were often too hysterical to communicate with.

People who’d come to accept their passing were easier to talk to, but touching was relatively impossible because they were on their way into transitioning into another life. Their energy was too little to physically interact with.

People who weren’t in grief over their passing, but still struggled to accept it would be able to make physical contact with you as well as avoid the hysteria.

In other words:

You hadn’t expected to literally run into pro heroes Hawks and Shouto

3 months after their supposed passing.

You were skeptical because no bodies were ever found.

But now you knew.

And it was awkward.

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“So…” you slide into your apartment with the ghosts of the former(?) pro-heroes shortly behind you, “you died during the last villain attack, then?” Hawks shrugs.

“Technically, yes, but also no. Do you remember what the villain’s quirk was?”

“To make people ‘disappear’ or something?”

“Yeah, something like that. Come to find out, their quirk turns people into ghosts. We don’t actually know if we’re dead or alive.”

“That would explain your continued existence then.”

For the next several hours, the three of you talk about the possibilities, but with no safe way of testing any of your theories, you opt to just giving them a space to stay, even if they don’t actually need it.

The next morning, you thank your lucky stars that you don’t have work, considering you would have been 4 hours late by now. You’re also slightly unnerved to find the both of them watching you.

“Sorry, but there isn’t exactly a whole lot we can do anymore. Watching you make funny faces in your sleep is the best we have.” Todoroki shrugs as you sputter indignantly,

“I don’t make funny faces.” “Sorry to tell you, but he’s not wrong. Your face is pretty funny.” you glare at the winged pro,

“You’re not helping.” He shrugs,

“Never said I was trying to.”

You decide to let them pick a Netflix show to leave on overnight, making sure it would continue to run for several hours uninterrupted as you slept.

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the show they ended up coming to agree on was some weird trashy reality show.

You didn’t even know it’s existed.

But that’s ok

You didn’t need to know.

Watching them float around your apartment and explore was… a little unnerving, to say the least.

Considering this was your private space and all

But they were good company

Hawks talks a lot about how he misses fried chicken, and that you should eat some for him every time you try and get food together

Only to be interrupted by Todoroki

Honestly, you thought it was to be like “leave her alone and let her eat what she wants”

But then boy really was out here like “she should eat cold soba for me instead”

Like wow, thanks.

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“C’mon, mini Endeavor! Don’t be so cold.” 

‘Wow, talk about shots fired.’ you raise your eyebrows, turning to Shouto

“Call me that again, and I’ll roast you alive you KFC reject.”

‘Oh yikes; returned serve.’ you look at Hawks from the corner of your eye.

“Oooh, feisty kitty. Little calico catboy. Besides, we’re ghosts; I don’t think you can kill me like this.”

‘Saucy. Pro Hero Hawks confesses to knowing what catboys are.’ you bite your lip, raising your glass to take a sip.

“Test me again and you’ll find out, Red Robin.”

‘He’s got you there.’ you nod to yourself.

“Fair enough.”

It’s silent for a moment; you set your glass down and look up just in time to see Hawks smirk.

“If it makes you feel better… your dad tastes about as awful as he acts.” It doesn’t make Shouto feel better, but it’s good to know that the most damage he can do is strangle Hawks.

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“They’re good company” you decide

But you’ve been pent up for almost a month now, and you decide that you’re almost horny enough to rent a hotel room to ‘solve your problems’

But you don’t because that’s a little weird

That doesn’t stop you from fantasizing though.

You don’t expect them to be watching you in the morning one day

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“I thought I put Netflix on for y’all.” You turn into your pillow, groaning quietly as your legs and back stretch.

“We were watching it…” Todoroki starts,

“Then a certain little missy started making noises.” you grunt, perturbed.

“Okay, so I sleep talk. What about it?”

“I don’t know if you could call that *sleep talking*, per se…” You peek an eye open at Hawks, squinting when you notice his grin, “What do you think, catboy?”

“Definitely wouldn’t call it sleep talking.” He says from the other side of you. You don’t expect the small smirk on his lips, nor do you expect the way he stares at you so intensely.

“What… do you mean…?” you shove yourself further under your sheets, heart rising up into your throat.

“Sounds like someone’s a *little*...” Hawks looms over you, lips next to your ear, “pent up.”

You shiver hard, but cough and try to save face.

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?” you grumble, closing your eyes as if you were trying to go back to sleep.

“I bet if we take those pretty panties of yours, they’ll be soaked right now.” Hawks presses, eyes growing hungrier.

You flounder for a moment, and that’s all it takes for Hawks to make his move.

“Do you want some help, birdie? Want me to use my fingers on that pretty little pussy?” You shudder and whine, growing embarrassingly wet,

“I bet you’re just dripping from the thought, aren’t you?”

“Sh-shut up…” you spit weakly, pressing your thighs together.

“C’mon, why don’t you let me help?” His hands are slapped away before they can pull the sheets from you.

“Maybe she doesn’t want you to touch her,” Shouto slides his hand down your back; before you can whine in protest, more than willing to follow through, he continues.

“Maybe she’d rather have a real man touch her, not some ‘Original Recipe’ asshole.” You laugh into the pillow despite yourself.

Even now, Shouto somehow manages to make this into some strange competition they’ve been having, but you don’t complain when two pairs of— admittedly cold— hands pull away the sheets.

Especially when you’re no longer finding yourself in need of a hotel room.

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Somehow, you end up being Friends with Benefits with both of them.

Though they only ever used their fingers and mouths on you, but you weren’t going to complain

“It’s the least we could do, since you’re giving us somewhere to linger and free entertainment.”

Or so they said, anyway.

Somehow they learn just when you’re in desperate need of their touch before you even walk in through the door, almost instantly tugging you in and throwing your clothes off.

Despite the strange circumstances, you end up growing closer to the both of them over time

Part of you dreads the day you figure out how to reverse the villain's quirk

Assuming it’s possible

Not only were they both the best bed partners you could ask for

You genuinely enjoy their company and shady banter

But in moments when you’re all huddled up on the couch, watching yet another trashy reality show

You forget they’re ghosts in the first place

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“God, I can’t believe Jasmine.” You scoff, throwing a piece of popcorn at the TV.

“Right? Paula didn’t deserve that shit. That girl is a queen.” Hawks grumbles in agreement, groaning when the interviewers cut to Jasmine.

“Agreed. Paula is queen.”

“It’s a miracle the two of you haven’t completely fried your brains watching this.” Shouto rolls his eyes, reading a book you brought home the other day.

“Shut up. You’re just mad Bernadette got voted off last week.” Hawks throws a kernel at Shouto, but— expectedly— it goes right through him.

“Bernie was the only decent girl and you both know it.” He glares, borderline pouting.

You smile, bittersweet. You grab the kernel that phased right through Shouto and continue watching the episode in silence.

You’re too lost in thought to notice the way they look at you.

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At one point, their words and touches become so much sweeter, even outside the bedroom

When, however, is a question you couldn’t even begin to answer.

Some days, you wake up to the two of them brushing your cheeks, your hair.

Shouto grabs your hand gently, planting a soft peck on it with a quiet ‘Good morning, sweetheart.’

Hawks following up with a kiss to your  temple, “how’d you sleep?”

Other times, they would greet you at the door, asking about your day as they helped you out of your coat, taking your bag from you.

It felt so domestic, so peaceful, so *loving*

 you were afraid of it shattering like glass under a sledgehammer

But as they say, all good things must come to an end

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“Good morning, hummingbird.” You groan when Hawks presses a kiss to your eyelid, warm fingers tracing over your cheek.

Warm?

You open your eyes, whipping your head to look at the winged hero, “Hawks? You’re warm??”

He grins, pretending to be bashful, “Oh, why thank you! I’ve been told I’m rather nice.”

“No no no, you’re warm. Not cold.” You grab his hand and inspect it, thumbs pressing into his palms. He grunts,

“Well, now that you mention it, the room *is* a bit cold.” You hardly pay attention to him though when you’re suddenly stumbling out into the living room.

“Shou? Shouto?” You find him sitting on the couch. He looks up from the book, shocked.

“Yes? What is it? Are you okay??” He stands, meeting you halfway as you press your hands to his cheeks.

“Warm…” you whisper, heart thumping painfully in your chest.

“Well, at least your left side is.” You pull your hands away from his cheeks as he looks at you baffled, then to Hawks.

“Is everything alright? What’s going on?”

“I think… I think you’re human again.” You laugh humorlessly, and they look at you skeptically.

“Human? How? We didn’t do anything.” you give an exaggerated shrug,

“I don’t know, but how else am I supposed to explain your temperature.” They stay silent. You expect them to.

A pregnant pause, then you let out a shaky breath.

“I gotta call someone…” you tug at your hair, “Before someone finds out and I get accused for kidnapping you both.”

“Well, let’s not be too hasty, I mean” — Hawks shrugs— “everyone thinks we’re dead anyway. Wait and see if we stay warm.”

“And if they find out you’re here? Then what?” You grimace, more at the idea of them disappearing than the consequences, but you also knew that you wouldn’t be able to financially handle the backlash.

They both stay silent, Hawks giving you a shaky smile. “Then… just a couple of days. Just to make sure we’re actually back.”

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The next two days were unbearable

The tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife

The timing of the universe must have been lined up for this very moment, your first two days off in months leaving you stuck between them on the couch

Nobody said a word, not even when Bernadette made a surprise comeback in season 9

Thinking about constantly being alone again made your heart turn to ice 

But as it stood, all you had connecting you was the ghosting quirk and your FWB relationship

But as quick as it came, it was gone

The number of officials flooding your apartment and interrogating you was overwhelming, but Hawks and Shouto were quick to step in and explain

At least, everything they could anyway

According to the association, they couldn’t squeeze anything out of the villain responsible for changing Hawks and Shouto into ghosts

But once they confirmed that you were not a threat, they left you with a “light” warning

In other words: “Stay away. You’ve done enough”

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Your house was so quiet, yet the T.V was on, your phone playing music, trying desperately to distract yourself with the book Shouto was reading. Nothing worked.

You still felt the way their presence lingered, practically permeated the room. You couldn’t sleep in your own bed anymore, sheets feeling far too warm. Sitting anywhere other than the middle seat on your couch made you feel like you were taking up someone’s space. Your kitchen seemed to have just a little too much space to move.

Two months pass since they’ve left, and it never seemed to get better. Rather than stressed, you just felt... tired. You wanted to feel anything but tired, but the echoes of their banter only reminded you that they were gone…

And you were alone once again.

You had no way of contacting them, and they were probably far too busy with the press to even think about the nobody girl who found them wandering.

Days blended together until it all came falling down. You fell into watching the news, the tabloids all celebrating the return of their favorite heroes Hawks and Shoto. Even Endeavor seemed uncharacteristically floored to see his son alive and well.

You laughed bitterly; ‘I would bet money on the fact that he probably rolled his eyes when he saw his father.’ wry smile on your lips.

Maybe another cup of coffee would be worthwhile.

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You told yourself daily to just get over the unrequited feelings, yet you still yearned to see them every day.

You wished it were easier to pretend they were never here at all

Especially when they did it so well.

Though you supposed it was all the hero work talking.

You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the last season you’d been watching with them, memories still too fresh even if it’s been more than a couple of months since you touched it

Netflix did a wonderful job at reminding you constantly

Eventually, you stopped watching netflix too

But couldn’t bring yourself to stop paying for a subscription, naively believing they would be back to continue as if nothing changed

You loathed it

Yet it was the only illusion you had left

Until it wasn’t an illusion anymore

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It’s half passed one in the morning when you hear a knock at your door, frantic and desperate. You stumble out off the couch, nearly ramming your body into the door in an attempt to peek through the peephole.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when a flash of crimson feathers crossed your vision.

You yank the door open, wondering if this was some sort of cruel dream when you’re brutally reminded that it’s not, and that Hawks is-- indeed-- standing in front of you. In the flesh.

“Hey birdie.” he starts, looking far too exhausted.

“Hawks…” you whisper breathless, lungs rattling in disbelief when you inhale.

“Yeah… it’s me. The calico wanted to be here too, but his dad wouldn’t let him out of the house.” he smiles, strained.

“Shouto… wait, why are you here?” you glance around his form nervously, expecting to see blood. He swallows a thick lump,

“Can’t a bird just come say hello?”

You wheeze, smile more like a grimace, but you step aside and let him in. He walks around, more than well acquainted with every corner. Fingers running over your furniture, as if he were still trying to feel the memories that lingered.

“S’ colder than I remember.” he whispers and you nod,

“Yeah… Heater broke some time last month. Still waiting for the landlord to get back to me.” he doesn’t reply, staring at your bedroom door.

It’s painfully silent, but you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you say something now. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, not with his back facing you. Then he turns, and suddenly you’re far too aware of all the words he has to say to you.

For the first time in months, you feel like you’re burning alive.

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By the time Hawks was through with you, the sun was high in the sky.

You didn’t think you’d be able to say you got dicked down hard enough to stay stuck in bed, yet here you were

Stuck in bed

His fingers run through your hair, sweet words of adoration leaving his lips with every kiss he presses to your skin

You can hardly believe that Hawks is still here

Even after he’s spent all night and all morning fucking it into you

You don’t remember the number of times he’s whispered how much he’s missed you

How much he wanted you

How much he needed you

Yet here he was

Fingers rubbing into your skin how badly he needed you to be real

The blissful illusion broken by sharp knocking on your front door

Yet Hawks-- or rather Keigo, as he insists-- still smiles

“Hope you’re not too tired, birdie… Your day’s only just begun.”

You don’t know if you should be afraid or not.

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“Shou--!” you’re cut off when he practically scrambles into your bed, lips smothering yours.

“Fuck, I missed you baby.” he growls against your lips, ‘I’m a little pissed the Chick-fil-a wannabe got to you first though.” “You’re still on that, huh.” Hawks muses, lazy grin on his lips when you squeal at the cold air hitting your skin, blanket gracelessly thrown to the side by the half-and-half hero.

“And you made a fuckin’ mess, asshole.” Shouto grumbles when he pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, forcing your legs open. You can feel the way Keigo’s cum drips out of you, making you flush in embarrassment.

“Don’t… don’t stare, dammit.” you cover your face, knowing full well that he would never let you push his head away.

From experience, of course.

“Ruined such a pretty little pussy... “ you hear him mutter before his tongue is licking a wet stripe up the length of your pussy, circling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. You’re still so sensitive, and you almost howl in sweet agony from the way your clit throbs and stings from the overstimulation.

“Whoops, can’t have you alerting the neighbors now can we?” Keigo says as he sits on the bed next to your head, stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

You can tell he’s only pretending to play it cool, his wings puffing out impressively the longer he watches your face twist and your eyes cross, moaning and humming around his fingers. You feel cold fingers press into you and you gasp, the temperature shock making your clench harder around them. “Oops, sorry. Should have warned you.” Shouto hums, not sounding the least bit sorry. His fingers press and coax the deepest parts of you, massaging your gummy walls. You arch and cry out, thankful that Keigo’s fingers were capable of muffling your noises.

“Geez, you’re wasting all my milk there, kitty cat.” you can hear the shit eating grin on his face, but it’s quick to drop when Shouto’s suddenly licking and sucking, slurping obscenely before pulling away and giving Keigo an unamused ‘meow’.

Keigo doesn’t respond, too shocked for his usual witty comebacks, but that doesn’t deter Shouto from trailing his warmer fingers up your body, pressing over your stomach.

The contrast between his cold fingers prodding around inside you and the warm ones pressing down on your tummy makes you breathless, cumming with a squeaky moan, thighs shaking around Shouto’s head. He chuckles, amused at the way you clench around his fingers, coaxing you through your orgasm until you slack against the bed.

You’re suddenly turned around, head hanging off the edge of the bed, still lying flat on your back.

“Wha…” you slur, attempting to look at Shouto who’s climbing on the bed, pulling your legs over  his hips when suddenly Keigo’s standing by your head, leaning down and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Think you can take us both at the same time, hummingbird?” his cock is in his hand, stroking lazily. You swallow, chewing on your lip before nodding slowly.

You weren’t actually sure, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try.

“Atta girl…” he praises, stroking your cheek gently before pressing the tip against your lips. You give it a cheeky little kiss to mask your own nerves, tongue poking out to tease him before your mouth drops open into a moan, the feeling of Shouto filling you up immediately distracting you.

“It’s not nice to tease, baby.” he teases you, hips smacking into yours rudely. You choke when Keigo fills your mouth, fighting to relax your throat.

You’re thankful that he’s at least taking some care to help support your head and neck, but your thoughts are quick to drift away as Shouto stuffs and stretches your cunt, nothing but grunts and hums leaving you as Keigo slowly fills your mouth.

“God, what a pretty sight birdie. Your little throat flexing around my cock.” he mutters, hand caressing the front of your throat, squeezing gently. You try to focus on keeping your breathing even, but it’s hard when Shouto continues to insist on fucking you so roughtly.

“Your cute little cunny looks so small, stretched around my fat cock baby.” he groans, only taking a short moment to savor the way his cock looks covered in your juices and some of Keigo’s leftover cum, almost immediately slamming into that spot that has your eyes crossing, stars flashing across your vision.

You lose complete track of time as they take you in every which way until suddenly you’re waking up, clean and tucked into bed. Hawks sits on your left, Shouto to your right. Hands caress your body sweetly, whispered words almost enough to distract you from the aching pain in your body.

“Sorry, sweetheart… we got carried away” Shouto kisses your knuckles gently, eyes gentle compared to the ferocity they had before.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to see you, touch you… I thought I was going to go crazy,” Keigo follows up.

You don’t think you could talk even if you tried, so you just squeeze their hands. They squeeze back silently, all three of you basking in each other's presence.

Something tells you that they won’t be going anywhere any time soon.

#crow commissions #Hawks x Reader #shouto x reader #Hawks x Reader x Shouto #BNHA #BNHA Hawks #BNHA Todoroki #Bnha au #bnha ghost au #Ghost Hawks #Ghost Todoroki #Ghost Au #They Become Human Again

[rpd-rookie]

What Does The ‘S’ Stand For ? - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: When you learn that Leon got the job you desperately wanted you decide to pay him a visit to congratulate him and finally put an end to the competition between the two of you in favour of some cooperation. Turns out, cooperation sometimes involve taking your clothes off.

Author’s Note: Some one-shot involving (pre) RE2 Remake Leon, a very sassy reader and some smut. I haven't written that genre in a while though. Hope I'm not too rusty. And by the way, if you notice some terrible grammatical mistakes please let me know (English is not my mother tongue). Anyway, I wish you'll like this story and as usual don't forget to like/reblog and tell me what you think about it.

Warning: SMUT and Language. You can also expect some humour and some fluff. 

Also available on AO3

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off.” Wise words. But clearly Roosevelt never had to compete with Kennedy, and by Kennedy you didn’t mean John F. Kennedy but another Kennedy, one with less charisma yet better hair (hell, got to render unto Caesar what’s Caesar’s), Leon S. Kennedy - ‘S’ probably standing for “sucker” or “saint” in your opinion. After all, the guy was such a goody two-shoes. Teacher’s favourite. Neat and tidy top student. Perfect arbiter of right and wrong. And certainly, the only guy in the academy who didn’t stick his cock in Barbara Johnson’s pussy. Weird since she also had a president’s name just like him. Could have been the perfect opportunity for a horizontal presidential debate.

If it wasn’t clear already, you didn’t like Kennedy very much. But it was not for the reasons mentioned above. No, you could tolerate the fact that he was the embodiment of virtue and morals. What you could not tolerate though, was that he was better than you at everything. At fundamentals, at crime prevention and analysis, at counterintelligence, at physical agility, at shooting, at… well, you get the point. It infuriated you. He infuriated you. You never had the chance to beat him. Never. He was always top of your class and you were always close second.           So of course, when you received the letter from the Raccoon City Police Department informing you that your application had been rejected and that the position had been given to someone else, you did the math.       Only Kennedy could have taken that job away from you. After all, you had heard him talking about Raccoon City at lunch break quite a few times in the past weeks and each time he had sounded so excited – well, as excited as cannibalistic murders can make you of course. Truth is, you had also shown interest in this city the moment its terrible crimes hit the first page of the newspapers alongside the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, collecting every tiny article about it and telling your classmates what a thrilling experience it would be to work on that case. You had even imagined yourself wearing the blue uniform, RPD largely written on your chest, making a report about the rotting body of a camper found in the Arklay mountains.

You sighed, disappointment hitting you hard again. And with a hesitant hand, you knocked at the door in front of you somewhat ready to let go of the competition in favour of some cooperation. You barely waited a couple of seconds before Kennedy opened the door, a cordless telephone against his ear. He appeared genuinely surprised to see you there. “Call you back later, mom.” He said before hanging up the phone, still staring at you with astonished eyes. “Y/N.”   

“Telling your mommy about the amazing job you just got?” Your question had sounded more barbed and curter than indented. Bitterness probably. Leon sighed. He knew exactly what you meant. “Look, if it is about Raccoon City…” “Of course it is about Raccoon City. Why do you think I’m here? To discuss fashion?” You entered his bedsit without asking and looked around you. So well organized and tidy, so military. Pff. Where were the greasy pizza boxes, the nasty underwear on the floor and the bin filled with used tissues all the other guys usually had?      

You turned around to face him with a stone cold expression. “I’m guessing you knew I wanted that post.”           “Yeah but…” You cut him off. You couldn’t care less about the thing he wanted to say. “I don’t blame you. Had I been in your place I would have apply for it too. Damn, I even applied without being in your place, so … The point is, I wanted to congratulate you – even if it hurts me to do so – and tell you that I’m glad this competition between the two of us is finally coming to end.” Leon briefly chuckled and kept an amused smile on his face. This wasn’t the kind of words he had expected from you. “Well, thanks I guess.”       “You’re welcome” You dramatically put a hand over your heart “Gosh, it kills me to be so polite to you, Kennedy.” He retained a laugh and you approached him to slam a heavy blue binder against his - surprisingly strong - chest. Wow, muscles! “Take this.” You reluctantly said with a strangled voice as if you were a mother giving up her baby . “Take care of it. It’s the work of a lifetime … sort of.”

Leon furrowed his brows and opened the folder. Inside, there were all the articles you had collected about Raccoon City since the reveal of the incidents to the public eye plus some notes you had written during you personal late-night investigations. Leon skimmed through them. They were incredibly detailed and you could see how impressed he was. Damn, you wished you had your camera to immortalise this moment. “It won’t be of any use to me now. And it took me too much time to just throw it away so have it. Take it as parting gift.” “Wow, Y/N. I don’t know what to say.” He looked beyond happy. It made you smile. What the hell, Y/N?           “Thank you, maybe?” You swallowed you smile back before he could notice, choosing to replace what could have been something sweet and nice by sarcasm. “Yes, sure.” He grinned. “Thank you.” You nodded. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack so you’re not obliged to say ‘you’re welcome’.” He teased you and as much as you wanted to find the joke lame, you surprisingly found it rather funny.   “Good. Cause that would have been too much for my heart to take in a single day.” He smiled again and this time you couldn’t help but gaze. You were forced to acknowledge he was very cute, handsome even, certainly the kind of guy you would have willingly flirt with if it hadn’t been for the relentless competition between the two of you. “You know it’s nice to see you smile.” Your eyes slightly widened. You had been smiling the whole time? No! “That wasn’t a smile. That was a sneer.” You quickly replied, trying to prevent him from spotting the sudden panic in your eyes.   “Sure.” But yeah, that was definitely a smile and right now your cheeks were burning.

You cleared your throat and looked back upon his face, hoping yours had found back its usual seriousness and scorn. “Well, gotta go. Good riddance, Kennedy. Good luck and try not to screw up.” You proceeded to the door, glad this conversation was over, but Leon was not ready to let you leave just yet. “You know, for me, there was never a competition between us.” You stopped and turned around. “What?” You frowned. “Of course, there was a competition.” He shook his head. “Not for me.”   “Are you telling me that I have deprived myself of sleeping, fallen into coffee addiction and lost my entire social life for two years in the hope of finally beating you at a freaking test while you …” You could tell he was clearly trying not to laugh but his mocking grin was enough to make you blow a fuse. Well, a funny fuse … a funny desperate fuse “No! No!” You repeated, all irritated. “You’re kidding me!” He shrugged, playing all innocent. “Don’t fucking tell me you let me tilt at windmills!” He did. Bastard. Leon - Son of a bitch - Kennedy! That’s what the S stands for. You cursed in your head.           “I tried to tell you …” He started to explain to defend himself. “When?” You harrumphed, almost shouting at him. “Well, many times but …”           “Clearly not enough times.” Your sarcasm was back. “… each time you sent me packing” “I don’t do that.” You felt offended.         “I can’t barely make a full sentence with you!” You opened your mouth to retort but he stopped you by pointing a finger that undeniably meant ‘Careful what you’re going to say’. So you stood there, perfectly still, mouth opened, realising that he was probably right.             “You’re allowed to breath, you know.” He said as a response to your reaction but you didn’t know what to say anymore. Did you really spend all your time at the academy trying to win a non-existent competition? “Fuck.” You cursed, definitely dumbfounded.

Leon observed you, perplexed and wondering if you were going to stay rooted to the spot for the rest of the day. “Y/N” He waved in front of your face to pull you out from your thoughts but you barely noticed. “All that repressed sexual tension for nothing?” You asked yourself. Wait! Did you just say that out loud?           Panic-stricken, you looked up at Leon and judging by the way he was staring at you – all  ‘what the hell did she just say?’ – yep you did.       “You didn’t hear what I’ve just said.” You waved your hand past his face, like a Jedi would do in a Star Wars movie, knowing perfectly it wouldn’t work but hoping that ridicule would make the situation less awkward and give you a chance to run away from his room. It was a failure. “Yes, I did.”

And just like that, Leon Saint Sucker Son of a Bitch – whatever the S stood for - Kennedy caught your face in his hands and kissed you with a passion that made you gasp against him. You tried to resist for a second but then you decided to let go. After all, you had nothing to lose. The study years could be considered over and soon Leon would be in Raccoon City analysing amazing crimes while you would be God-knows-where writing parking tickets. You would never see each other again.     “Tell that to anyone, Kennedy and I’ll kick your gorgeous butt from here to Raccoon City.” You threatened, close to his mouth. “I won’t. Scout’s honour.” Leon Scout Kennedy? You shook your head (Stop being silly, Y/N!) before pushing Leon on the convertible sofa behind him.  

You straddled him without waiting, definitely willing to let your sudden eagerness and your repressed desire for him get the better of you. You met his lips in a new heated kiss, your body pressed against his, craving for lustful friction. And by the way Leon was holding you tight you could tell you weren’t the only one.             His tongue asked permission to enter your mouth and you happily granted it. Who would have thought that Leon Saint Kennedy was such a skilled kisser? Couldn’t he suck for once? Oh yeah, he could suck at your neck apparently. Damn.   A moan escaped your throat and you felt Leon smirk against your skin. “You like that?” He asked, proud of himself. You instinctively arched your neck asking for more, your hands weaving into his soft hair. “It’s not that bad.” You acknowledged and he suddenly bit you in the nape of your neck. “What the fuck?” You shouted, surprised. Leon laughed and you caught his face to kiss him and bite his lips in retaliation. But judging by the kinky smile on his angelic face, he didn’t seem to mind.             “You’re incorrigible.” You humoured. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” He pecked your lips again and again and slowly began leaving a trail of light kissed down to your neck. “You’d better be. Aren’t you tired of making my life a misery?” You pretended to sulk as he kept on pressing his soft lips on your burning skin. You grabbed his chin, putting you thumb in his dimple and stared at him. How ridiculously hot he was right now with that arousal tinting his beautiful blue eyes and this dishevelled hair.  

“What do you have in mind, Y/N?” Rhetorical question. He knew exactly what you had in mind. Hell, it was basically the same thing he had in his.     “Stop playing coy and take your clothes off.” You whispered close to his face, your hot breath against his mouth, before pulling his bottom lip between your teeth “What about your silly competition?” He murmured back, his hands slowly falling along your sides.   “I’m all in for cooperation right now. So are you gonna give me a hand …” You started unbuckling his belt. “…or do I need to do everything by myself?” His eyes fixed upon yours mischievous ones, gazing at you with awe. You could tell he was completely at your mercy. “I’ll give you more than a hand.” You smirked and allowed your hands to unbutton his jeans. “I thought so.” He lifted his rear and you pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, biting your lips at the view of his beautiful cock. Jesus Christ Kennedy, Mother Nature certainly had been kind to you.

You stood up to undress yourself as well, dropping all your clothes to the floor, your eyes watching at Leon’s hastening hands fighting desperately with the buttons of his shirt. Clearly, you weren’t the only one that was impatient in this room, or horny.   You let him finish before taking your place back on his laps. His hard sex against your body, you slightly shivered, impatience eating you from within. “You’re gorgeous.” He said as he tucked few strands of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, not used to such compliments, and, as a consequence, in order to erase all sense of discomfort in you (if you could call it like that), you decided to focus your attention on his cock.   You brushed his length with your fingertips, admiring it with envy and lust, excited to do more with it. It made Leon hiss and you looked up at him. His eyes were pleading you. Without looking away from the blueness of his look, you caught his penis in your hand and started pumping it gently. Leon’s eyelids flickered; his head hit the back of the sofa and his mouth opened slightly. He seemed thankful, relieved even. You continued your gesture, watching him melting underneath you, listening to his now ragged breath with delight. God, that was sexy. He was sexy. Leon Sexy Kennedy. Suited him.

You bit your lips and decided to venture in between his legs, kneeling onto the floor. “What are you …” Leon complained when he suddenly stopped feeling you on top of him. You cut him short by guiding his cock to your mouth to softly kiss the pre cum-covered tip “Holy...” The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat and turned into a growl as you eagerly sucked the head of his cock like a Popsicle. You smiled and licked his length, staring at how ecstatic he looked from this angle. “You like that?” You winked as you quoted him and he laughed. “Women.”   You engulfed his cock deep in your mouth and started bobbing your head. A new sigh of pleasure escaped his mouth and you felt him instantly relax on the couch. “God, you’re amazing.” You liked the compliment and to show your appreciation you decided to massage his balls as you kept on sucking him. You received a lustful grunt in response and soon Leon’s hand grabbed your hair to give you a quicker pace, almost making you gag on him. “Oh, sorry.“ What a gentleman! “That’s okay.” You smiled in a very naughty way. “I like it.” He chortled and you took back his dick in your mouth, welcoming it deeper to show him you didn’t mind some roughness. “You know, if you keep doing this I’m soon going to cum in your mouth.”             You stopped, licked your lips and crawled back onto his lap. “That would be a shame.” You joked sarcastically, hands back in his hair “Got a condom?”

The way you pronounced the words, all smiley and adorable, made him laugh again. He pushed you softly to open the drawer of his nightstand and find your one-way ticket for cloud nine. “There!” He announced excited as he showed you the contraceptive. “But first …” He suddenly grabbed your ankles to pull you towards him, making you slightly yelp in the process. “There’s something I got to do”   He lay down on the couch, spread your legs and immediately nestled his head right in between your thighs, making you instantly shiver. So, that’s what he got to do.   You sighed when you felt his breath against you swollen clit but it was only when his tongue met your pink flesh that you realised how aroused you truly were. You were so wet.           “Fuck, am I the one to blame for such a mess?” He joked but his mouth and tongue felt so good in between your thighs that you could only just moan and arch your back, begging for proper sucking and licking. He didn’t make you wait and gave you what you wanted as he started fondling your clit with his tongue. “Leon” That was the first time you where saying his first name and you got to admit, you liked the sound of it. “Yes, sweetheart?”   “Keep going, please.” You begged and he sucked on your bud, gazing at you melting under his touch as he did. You grasped his hair when he finally let a finger enter your core. Fuck, he was good. You moved your hips instinctively against him and he added a new finger. It sank into you as easily as the first one and you cried out, finding it impossible to be discreet anymore. “Fuck, Leon. I want you. I want you now.” You begged.   “Wait a second.” He asked, definitely loving your taste too much for him to stop just now. He pumped his fingers in your pussy, licking your juices greedily and you clenched your thighs around his head, feeling the imminence of your orgasm slowly yet surely approaching. “Now, Leon. Now! Please”

Leon obeyed this time and he quickly sat up and grabbed the condom he had left on the pillow next to him. He put the red wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. Then he rolled the condom down his length with both his hands. You watched him all the time, your fingers massaging your clit, finding him terribly arousing at this very moment.

Once ready, Leon bent over you to kiss you again and he tapped his hard cock on your hand to ask access to your humid entrance. You didn’t object of course and even spread your legs wider. Soon enough, you felt him slide in between your wet lips and then finally push slowly yet exquisitely inside of you. You closed your eyes as he did and drew a sharp breath once you felt him fully inside. You didn’t need time to adjust to him as if your body was meant for him. Guess Leon felt it too as he immediately took a quick pace and began pounding you. You let your hands wander on his smooth chest from his strong pectorals down to his divine abs and the chiselled V below his navel, finding him simply gorgeous. Then you grasped his hips, and nudge his rear with your ankles, pressing his pelvis closer to you to take him deeper, and started moaning his name again. His hands caught your bouncing breasts to play with your nipples, and you rapidly felt the strong wave of pleasure back in your core, ready to drown you. “Fuck, Leon!” His mouth met one of your teats and sucked on it with ardour. That was too much to handle. “I think I’m gonna cum.” You cried out.         “Yeah?” You nodded, letting a tear of pleasure escape your eyes. “Cum for me then.” He didn’t have to say it twice and few seconds later, you dug your nails in his hipbones and screamed loudly as you clenched around his cock, finally coming undone under his thrusts.

Stunned, breathless and at the same time a bit embarrassed that you had already reached your orgasm, you let Leon kiss you soft lips with a smile on his face. “See, you reached the finishing line before me.” He humoured.           “Fuck off.” You whispered, amused yet completely exhausted. He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours one more time before gently pushing you flat on your stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered in your ear.  

You moaned loudly when he thrust back into your wet core, pinning you down on the mattress that you ultimately grabbed tightly in order to stay in place. He started pounding you again, holding you by the hips, taking delight in watching your sweet butt bouncing against him as he was burying himself deeper than he had ever done before. “Jesus, Y/N!” He growled before spanking you.         You gasped, astonished but in a good way. You had never thought he was that kind of guy. “Really, Kennedy? Spanking? That’s what the ‘S’ in your name stands for?” He laughed, still fucking you from behind. “I thought you would like it.” “Oh but I do. I just never thought it was your thing.”         “You should stop taking me for a saint, Y/N.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, brushing the strand of hair covering his right eye away and focused again on his movements. “It’s not my fault. It’s your baby face.” You confessed in between two moans. He brutally stopped and you wondered for a second if what you had just said had actually vexed him.       “My baby face? Really?” He repeated in your ear with a smirk as he grabbed you by the hair. “Who’s been crying out my name the whole time?” Holy shit. You instinctively braced yourself and when he resumed his hammering you knew it was a smart decision. Leon started growling even more loudly as he slowed yet deepened his movements inside of you, his hand in your hair, using your body as leverage. He was almost aggressive but you moaned nevertheless, out of breath, feeling a new orgasm building inside of you. Really? You clenched around him, trying to hold your orgasm a bit longer, unwilling to give him the satisfaction to cum around him again.

When Leon’s hard pounding started to get sloppy you realised he was really close to his release. “Jesus, I’m almost there.” He admitted.         You don’t know how you found the strength to push him on his back but you did. Sitting on top of him, you removed the condom, threw it carelessly onto the floor and started to jerk him off. “I want you to cum on me.” You confessed. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat and he let himself sprawl on the mattress, leaving you in complete charge of his pleasure. You grinded against his cock as your hand kept on firmly going up and down his length. It drove Leon crazy and you soon felt him throbbing in your grip. His breath became even more ragged and jerky and small spasms took control of his body. You angled his cock towards you and soon, a hot load of thick cum spurted on your stomach and breasts as Leon cursed and grunted between his gritted teeth. “Fuck, Y/N!”

You smiled and let go of his member, proud and satisfied of your work, looking at poor panting Leon who had a beautiful yet exhausted smile on his face. “You killed me, woman.” He joked and you briefly laughed. Then, you wiped his cum off your body with your fingers and brought them to your mouth, sucking them eagerly and swallowing the white seed looking right in Leon’s eyes. You had the feeling he would find it very hot. “Jesus Christ” Bull’s eye!

He circled you with his strong arms and pulled you against his chest. His heart was beating wildly and you allowed yourself to huddle a bit more against him to enjoy the melody. Post-coital cuddling session? Not sure that was a good idea but you decided to go for it and so did Leon as he chose to burry his nose in your hair and kiss the top of your head.

“Scott” He whispered sleepily. You looked up, wondering what he meant. “That’s what the ‘S’ stands for. Leon Scott Kennedy.”

Scott? You repeated in your head with a soft smile. Oh well, that didn’t sound so bad even though, right now, you preferred Leon ‘Stay’ Kennedy.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #re2 remake leon #re2 remake #resident evil #fanfic #one shot

[nikki-writes-stuff]

Beauty In the Blood - Part Four

Summary: One day your friend convinces you to join a dating website that matches people based on their search histories, and when you match with Loki Odinson, a handsome, intelligent coroner who’s a fan of your murder mysteries, you’re absolutely thrilled. But there’s something off about Loki, and as your relationship progresses, you discover that his dark side is even darker than you could ever have imagined…

Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Writer!Reader

Read part three here! 

A/N: This story is based off of this post! I hope you guys enjoy; this is my first time writing Loki, and this will probably be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please let me know what you think as the story progresses!

A/N: Warning! This chapter contains light smut at the beginning and heavy gore in the middle. If that kind of thing bothers you, then try skipping down to Natasha’s point of view. It’ll summarize what basically happened while sparing the nasty details. (Also, I’ll have you know that a lot of morbid Google searches went into the making of this chapter, lol.) Enjoy!

Your eyes flew open with a gasp, and your fingers twisted and dug into the sheets; a ragged, breathless moan tore itself out of your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell whether or not you were still asleep.  You’d just been dreaming a second ago, though you couldn’t remember what about, but now, there was something hot and wet lapping at your already-drenched pussy.

Blearily, you looked down, making out the form of something moving beneath the blankets. Or, rather, someone. The events of the last night came back to you just as another moan escaped from your parted lips, and you threw back the covers to see a familiar head of black hair nestled between your spread thighs.

“L-loki,” you sputtered, voice still rough from sleeping. “Wh-what are you- oh, fuck-!”

His chuckle was muffled as he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking, and your back arched up as your hands flew to his hair. You fought to keep your eyes open, wanting to savor the sight of his aquamarine eyes staring up at you while he gently grazed his teeth over your sensitive bud. The sensation sent shockwaves up and down your spine, and your hands moved to his hair as your hips started rolling upwards of their own accord.

You only lasted for an embarrassingly-short amount of time; you had no way of knowing how long Loki had been playing with your cunt while you slept, but within just a few minutes of waking up, you felt your toes curl as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes never left his, taking in the proud, almost smug, gleam in them as he greedily tasted your cum.

His tongue kept lazily exploring your pussy, grazing over your clit as you jolted from the oversensitivity. Biting your lip, you tugged on his dark tresses, watching as he reluctantly pulled his head up to fully face you.

“Good morning,” he smirked, his lips swollen and slick with your juices.

“I… Good morning,” you stammered. “That was…one hell of a way to wake up.”

Both of you chuckled as he crawled up your body, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you couldn’t help the tiny groan that came out of your mouth at the lewdness it.

Loki pulled away, licking his lips as he looked down at you. For a moment, the two of you were silent, taking in the other person as sunlight drifted in from behind your closed blinds. His hair fell in thick, frizzy waves, no doubt rumpled from how you’d been manhandling it both last night and this morning, and his face seemed to be almost…softer than usual. Despite how he’d woken you up, you could see a faint gleam of sleepiness still lingering in his expression, and it made him look younger; with a smile, you traced one of his cheekbones with a finger, trailing it down the line of his jaw and sweeping it across his lower lip.

“You’re beautiful, Loki,” you whispered. You hadn’t meant to speak those words out loud, but there was no denying the truth in them.

A wide, close-lipped smile came to his face, and he pressed one more peck to your cheek before pulling away to sit beside you on the bed.

“I think,” he mused, “that we both need a big breakfast with even bigger cups of coffee after last night.” His voice was just a touch gravelly, but there was no denying the affection in it as he looked down at you, lazily playing with a strand of your hair.

“Don’t tell me I wore you out,” you chuckled, reluctantly pulling yourself to sit up. Loki gave you a tired, almost sheepish smile, before he pulled himself to his feet.

“I must be slowing down in my old age,” he joked, eyes scanning the floor to see where his underwear had ended up.

Propped up on your elbows, you watched the lean muscles of his body contract and bend as he stooped to retrieve them, and you were once more reminded of a statue carved from the purest white marble. The corded muscles of his thighs flexed with every movement as he stalked over to your en suite bathroom, and it was only when he’d closed the door behind him that you decided it was time to get up.

“I was thinking,” you called out, making your way to your closet, “that we could get some breakfast together at a café down the street. My treat.”

You pulled on a nude bra with matching panties, not hearing the bathroom door as it swung open. It was only when you felt cold hands descend upon your waist that you jolted and turned to face Loki again, not missing the way his eyes skimmed over your breasts.

“I’d say that you treated me to more than enough last night,” he purred. “Between your amazing cooking, your beautiful writing, and your absolutely sinful body, well…” His hands trailed up your sides, tickling over your ribs before slipping under the cups of your bra.

“A man can get spoiled quite easily.”

Needless to say, it was a while before either of you got properly dressed.

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Loki sipped his black coffee as you consumed the café’s specialty drink of the day, his hand resting over yours as you both finished off your breakfasts. The two of you had been sitting in companionable silence for a while, giving you an opportunity to think of what you would right next in your newest work in progress.

“I can practically see the gears turning in your head, love,” he chuckled after a while, shaking you from your thoughts. “Care to share?”

You smiled, setting down your fork[NL1] .

“Just about the book,” you told him. “I think I’m going to write another killing scene soon.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes leapt up, his interest obviously piqued.

“Oh? How will our coroner do it this time?”

You winced unconsciously, your thoughts turning red for the briefest of moments as you considered whether or not to share your twisted ideas with him.

“I’m…not sure if it’s the right thing to discuss over breakfast,” you admitted weakly. “Wouldn’t want your breakfast to, uh, disagree with you.”

“Love? Need I remind you of what I do for a living?” was his deadpanned response. “I play with corpses for a paycheck; I promise that not only will it not bother me to hear, but that I want to.”

As strange of a response as it was, you couldn’t help but feel warmth bloom in your chest; you’d nearly forgotten that Loki wasn’t like other people. You didn’t have to filter your morbid, macabre thoughts around him. If anything, his dry and sardonic sense of humor encouraged the darker turn your conversations often ended up taking.

“Well… I’m considering having her…” You trailed off, searching for the right word. “Disembowel someone, I suppose. Her victim is one of the rare few she takes to satisfy a personal agenda; typically, she’ll just pick a random innocent, but this time it’s semi-personal. So I was considering a more passionate murder for them.”

Loki’s eyes were shining with a mischievous sort of joy, and you found yourself thinking, not for the first time, that if he wasn’t so directly involved with death on a daily basis, his love of such things would be concerning, to say the least. But you supposed that the same could be said of you, and so you trudged on with your brainstorming.

“I was thinking about having her cut them open and use their intestines to strangle them, but I’m not even sure if that would even work in real life,” you mused, tracing the edge of your coffee cup with a finger. “I imagine that a person would die from being cut open before they could die from asphyxiation.”

He nodded his head solemnly, turning over your words. You were relieved to find no disgust within his features – only mild interest as he pondered.

“Off the top of my head, I can think of a few issues that one would have if they were to attempt such a thing,” he considered. “For one, there’s the bleeding to contend with. And I would think someone could go into shock and lose consciousness if they’re awake and conscious during the ordeal.

“Which, of course, they would have to be. Otherwise, what fun would it be?”

A surprised bark of laughter escaped your lips, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth as Loki’s spread into a wide, toothy grin.

“You’re bad,” you chided, shooting him a look of mock-reproach.

“Oh, I’m well aware. But so are you, darling. It would appear we’re two sides of the same unconventional coin.”

Your smile softened, and you gave his hand a squeeze before tipping your head back and draining the rest of your coffee, not catching the spark in his eyes as watched your throat.

“But I will think about your idea while I’m at work; maybe I’ll come up with a way for our favorite coroner to pull off such an interesting kill.”

“Thank you, love. But I have to say, Olivia is still only my second favorite coroner.”

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Loki hummed to himself, listening to the way the sound echoed throughout the cavernous theater. Typically, he preferred to bring his victims back to his home so as to ensure more privacy, but he was feeling festive this evening; why not celebrate the occasion with a bit of a change in scenery?

And what scenery it was. He’d first discovered the abandoned theater about a year after moving to New York. It was located on the outskirts of Manhattan, tucked away into a quiet, crumbling corner of the city that few ventured into. Not even the homeless dared take up residence in the old building; Loki had already nearly fallen through the worn, creaking hardwood of the stage once, and the ceiling was dotted with holes that hinted at the establishment’s imminent collapse. It was only a matter of time before man or nature razed the theater to concrete and crushed brick, but he doubted such a thing would happen tonight.

He’d always been remarkably lucky, all things considered.

The plastic of his hazmat suit crumbled and squeaked with his every movement, and it was becoming quite muggy and humid with his own sweat, but he’d been doing this for too long to risk getting caught now. He’d been meticulous, making sure that no trace of himself would be left behind – just his work.

His head perked up when he heard movement from behind him, and he glanced sideways at the evening’s entertainment. He hadn’t cared to learn his name; all he knew was that the man currently encased in duct tape and rope had cut him off in traffic, and that had been enough justification for Loki to follow him home. The poor sap hadn’t made it to his front door, though; no, he had a greater purpose to serve.  

He turned fully to watch as the man’s eyes blinked open, sluggishly roving about the room as he recovered from the blow Loki had landed to the back of his head. Once their eyes met, though, he watched as realization washed over his countenance, and in the wake of realization, terror. A deep, guttural groan was muffled by duct tape, and the sound bounced along the high-vaulted ceiling and peeling walls.

“Oh, my apologies,” Loki smirked. “Here, let me…”

He crossed to the man and knelt down, ripping the tape off in one quick, harsh movement.

“Please, I have a family-“ the man started to plead, but the coroner only rolled his eyes before standing up once again.

“I was hoping for something more original,” he sighed disappointedly. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard those words, I would probably be able to afford a second home in Malibu.”

He chuckled at his own joke, tuning out the man’s pitiful wailing as he dragged his toolkit closer. Squatting down, he lined up the three syringes he’d brought with him, just in case, before drawing out his beloved pocketknife. Its ebony handle shone in the dim lighting, reflecting a distorted image of the smile he was currently wearing.

“I-I-I can pay you, too,” he heard from behind him. “Anything you want! I work on Wall Street; I can-“

“Let me ask you something,” he interrupted once again. After lovingly setting the knife down next to the syringes, he brought himself up to his feet.

The man was now visibly trembling, trying to squirm his way out of the rope binding his arms and legs. Loki inhaled deeply through his nose; he could swear that he smelled the fear radiating off of his victim, could taste it on his tongue - metallic and salty and intoxicating.

“What is your name?” he inquired, tilting his head.

“Larry. L-Larry Farmer.”

“Larry Farmer?” He tilted his head back, shoulders shaking with laughter. “That… I’m sorry; I’m being terribly rude, laughing at your name like this. It’s just that you look like a Larry Farmer, if I’ve ever seen one.”

Larry seemed to be too frightened to be offended, though he couldn’t care less about what this soon-to-be-corpse thought of his manners. He reserved them only for those who deserved courtesy, after all.

“Well, Larry,” he continued on. “I’m sure you have at least some semblance of an idea as to why I’ve brought you here.”

“Please, don’t- don’t kill me, I-I’ll do anything-“

“If it’s any consolation, your death is, in a way, for posterity’s sake. You’re going to be famous, Larry. Probably in both the news and my lover’s latest masterpiece.”

He crossed the floor to the hook he’d set up earlier that day, hoping that it would work for its intended purpose. The hook was large and rusted, and connected to it was a long length of rope that he’d slung over one of the exposed beams above the stage. He’d tested his own weight on it, satisfied that it was still sturdy despite the state of the rest of the theater, but now he was starting to have his doubts. Mr. Farmer wasn’t as muscular as him, but he was quite rotund. And while Loki typically didn’t judge such a thing, he was worried that the man would either snap the rope or send the roof tumbling down onto them.

With one final tug to make sure the hook was secured, he started marching back towards the sobbing man sprawled out on the floor, delighting in the way his eyes widened and his feet skittered in their bonds, trying to push himself away from the killer as he approached. With a grunt, he grabbed Larry’s suit jacket and dragged him back to the contraption, his breath ragged by the time he managed to attach the hook to the rope twined around the quivering fool’s hands.

“Well, at least I can skip cardio tomorrow,” he grunted to himself through clenched teeth. His shoes clicked as he made his way to the other end of the hook’s rope, but their sound was almost drowned out by Larry’s screams.

“HELP ME,” he was shouting, his body writhing on the ground in a way that reminded Loki of worms once the rain washed them onto a sidewalk. “PLEASE, SOMEONE, HE’S GONNA KILL ME-“

“He sure is.”

Gripping the rope in both hands, Loki planted his feet and pulled, watching Mr. Farmer’s body as first his arms were raised up, followed by his torso, until, after a lot of panting and heaving on Loki’s part, he was suspended in the air. His feet were kicking as much as they could with tape twined around his ankles, trying to make contact with the ground, but he remained hovering just above it by a few inches.

After tying off the rope to a nearby post, Loki sauntered over to the hanging man, hands folded behind his back as he caught his breath from the excursion.

“There, now. Much better.”

His eyes followed the length of rope upwards, pleased that it looked to be holding fast. Finally, everything was ready for his little experiment. Stooping down, he retrieved his knife, admiring it for a moment before turning back to Larry.

“No, no, no, please, please-“

“Hushhhh, no one can hear you,” he purred, coming to stand before the man who was still persisting in begging for his life.

He rested one of his hands on Larry’s shoulder, gripping tight as he plunged the knife into his gut. The blade wasn’t terribly long – maybe four or five inches – but it cut deep enough that, when Loki flicked his wrist to make a long, clean slash along the lower abdomen, the intestines fell out with a wet, satisfying squish. Or, rather, part of them did.

“O-oh my god…”

Larry’s voice was a low moan of pain, and Loki took a second to bask in it as blood dripped steadily to the floor. His screams had morphed into anguished grunts and groans, which were infinitely more pleasing to Loki’s ear. A quick upwards glance showed that his face had gone unnaturally pale, and his eyes were half-lidded as he threatened to pass out.

“Oh, no, not yet-“

Loki stooped down, grabbing one of the syringes and stabbing it into the man’s chest, injecting it with his thumb pushing down on the plunger. Larry’s body jolted, a gasp parting his pale lips as his eyes once more snapped open.

“There, we go,” the killer purred, tucking the syringe into one of Mr. Farmer’s pockets. “A little bit of adrenaline goes a long way, hm? Now.”

He reached down, holding a length of slippery small intestines between his hands.

“Stay with me for just a little longer more, Larry. Then you can go to sleep; I promise.”

With gentle tugs and steady movements, Loki brought the length of the gut up and around Larry’s neck, drinking in the horror on his expression. A series of disbelieving, shocked gurgles escaped the man’s throat as Loki wrapped each hand firmly in the intestines.

“Wh-y,” he wheezed, surprising Loki with his ability to still speak despite the amount of his insides which were, currently, on his outside. “A-a-re y-ou do- doing thi-s-s-s…”

He chuckled in response, his eyebrows jumping up as he met Mr. Farmer’s eyes.

“Why are all the best crimes committed?” he countered as he started to pull on the length of intestine. The man’s eyes bugged out as he began to choke, and a crease formed between Loki’s eyebrows as he focused on not losing his grip on the slippery material.

He brought his face close to the man now struggling for breath, admiring the way his skin had started to turn from pale to purple. His voice was barely above a whisper as he answered his own question, keeping his fingers tight around the gut gripped in them.

“For love.”

Only seconds later, Larry Farmer’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and all too soon, he went limp.

Later on, once Loki was showered and resting in his bed, he called you, holding the phone to his ear and waiting impatiently for you to pick up.

“…Hello?”

A smile came over his face upon hearing your voice, and he closed his eyes, replaying the look in Larry’s eyes just before he’d succumbed to death.

“Hello, love. I’ve been thinking about what you said over breakfast yesterday; I think I have a few ideas about how Olivia would be able to pull it off…”

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There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world for days like this, but the large tumbler of iced coffee in Natasha’s hand would have to do. A matching one was in Steve’s as the two detectives marched into the theater, and she couldn’t help but sigh at the small herd of reporters that had already started to form outside the condemned building.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed that they always manage to get here before we do,” her partner mused, casting a disapproving glance towards the news vans and flashing cameras.

Detective Romanoff’s eyes flashed as she followed his gaze, and her full lips twisted into a grimace before taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m gonna go with annoyed,” she sighed. “Vultures, the lot of them.”

“You won’t hear me disagree.”

He lifted the line of caution tape barricading the door for her, and she muttered a thank you before ducking under it and walking into the aged, dingey lobby within. The crushed velvet lining the walls had to be filled with decades’ worth of pollen and dust, and she was already fighting down the urge to sneeze. Officers were dotted here and there, trying to lift a print off of any possible surface, but she’d already been informed that they had yet to find anything useful.

“Detective Romanoff, Detective Rogers.”

The two turned to see Officer Coulson walking up to them, his hands hooked into his belt as he approached. Natasha’s lips twitched upwards; Phil was a gifted officer, a kind man, and a good friend, and seeing him managed to slightly lessen the painful headache starting to form behind her eyes.

“Coulson,” she greeted. “Heard you have quite a doozy waiting for us.”

“That’s one way of putting it. Just wanted to give you a heads up before you go in there. Let’s just say that we’ve already had an officer lose his breakfast at the sight of it.”

One of her manicured eyebrows arched up, and she and Steve shared a look before turning towards the doors that led to the auditorium.

“Is it that bad?” Steve asked, a node of trepidation in his voice.

“It ain’t good.”

With that, Coulson turned and walked out the building, bringing his phone out of his pocket to no doubt give Sergeant Fury a call. Natasha didn’t know what she was dreading more – walking into the auditorium, or having her superior breathing down her neck until they caught whoever had left behind the body.

Without further preamble, she squared her shoulders and pushed past the doors, eyes immediately widening as she saw what was waiting for them. A portly, middle-aged man was dangling from the ceiling by his own bound hands, and as she walked closer, she saw that his own intestines were looped around his neck like some kind of morbid scarf. Steve cursed under his breath, and Natasha nodded her head in silent agreement with the sentiment.

Fuck, indeed.

Doctor Banner, a forensic specialist who’d been working with the police since before Natasha had come to America, turned towards them as they climbed the steps to the stage. His salt and pepper curls were messy and wild, and stubble was thick on his cheeks, signifying that he’d probably left home that morning in a hurry.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted them, though his eyes were on Natasha alone. “You made it; we were about to get the party started without you.”

“I don’t see how that’s a party,” she fired back, nodding towards the corpse.

Banner nodded, glancing back at the body as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, I see your point…”

Steve smiled, glancing between the two before clearing his throat.

“What can you tell us about all of this, Dr. Banner?” he asked, drawing the scientist’s attention back to the matter at hand.

“Oh, right. Yeah, so this is Larry Farmer, age 49. Time of death looks to be about 12 hours ago; we’re lucky that we found him at all. If the local kids hadn’t decided to try and practice their graffiti here, who knows when he would’ve been found?”

He pulled a pen out of his breast pocket, using it to point along the length of intestine twined around Mr. Farmer’s neck.

“He lost a lot of blood, but the burst capillaries in his eyes and face suggests that he died from strangulation, not blood loss. Now, we found an empty syringe in his pocket, and we’ll have to do a few tests on it to see-“

“Wait a minute,” Steve interrupted, holding up a hand. “You’re telling me that this guy was strangled with his own-“

“Intestines, yeah,” the doctor finished for him with a wince. “Pretty fucked up, isn’t it?”

“To put it mildly,” Natasha stated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Now what was this about a syringe?”

“Right; we don’t know for sure what it is, but I’m willing to bet it was either something to clot the blood or something to keep him awake. We’ll know in a few hours. The medical examiner will be able to test his blood, too, to see if there’s any other kind of chemical in it that shouldn’t be there.”

“Sounds good,” Natasha nodded. “Do we know which hospital he’s gonna be brought to?”

Hours later, she felt her heart sinking as Steve pulled up to Bellevue Hospital, its familiar shape looming over her as she thought about the man who was, most likely, puttering away in the morgue. Something in her chest ached at the idea, and her displeasure must have shown on her face, because Steve turned to her with a sympathetic glance one the care was put into park.

“He might not even be working today,” he offered, fake optimism dripping from his voice. “Besides, he’s not the only medical examiner here. Farmer might have been brought to Dr. Lyons, or Dr. Stewart, or-“

“The universe would never be so kind,” Natasha snarked before stepping out of the police car, pulling her leather jacket on over her sweater as the cold nipped at her skin.

Her breath turned to fog as she and Steve walked in side by side, shoulders brushing every now and then as she unconsciously leaned towards her friend for support. He didn’t know the whole story – no one but her and Dr. Odinson did – but he knew that there was history between the two of them. Everyone who knew of her prickly feelings for Loki assumed that they’d dated at one point in time, and she let them think that, not wanting to look on the past long enough to recall the twisted web of memories waiting there for her.

The morgue was always kept about ten degrees cooler than the rest of the hospital, and an icy finger trailed down her spine as she made her way to the familiar observation room. And, belatedly, the familiar man working inside.

Dr. Odinson was hunched over the body, sewing Larry Farmer shut with a precise, skillful hand; a small, absentminded smile had settled over his lips, and Natasha felt herself shudder at the sight. She would try to rationalize that he must be thinking about something pleasant, but she’d seen that same smile on his face countless of times before, all while he worked on the corpses laid out on his steel observation table.

Loki liked what he did, for reasons that she frankly didn’t care to learn.

“Dr. Odinson,” Steve called out, prompting the doctor’s head to turn promptly towards them.

“Ah. Hello, detectives,” he greeted, straightening up. He delicately placed the suture onto Mr. Farmer’s bare chest before stepping away and shucking off his examination gloves. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“We wanted to pick up the toxicology report on our way back to the station,” Steve explained. “Did you find anything that could be useful?”

“I found a few things that might be useful to you,” he informed them.

His long legs carried him to his desk in powerful, confident strides, and he retrieved a manilla envelope from the stack of neat papers situation on its surface.

“After running some tests, I-“

He was interrupted by the loud, tinny sound of a phone going off, and Steve’s hand flew into his pocket, pulling his device out and glancing at the caller ID.

“It’s Bucky,” he said, glancing up at Natasha. “Is it ok if I…?”

He trailed off, and a spike of anxiety pierced through her at the thought of being left alone with Loki. But she masked her unease with a tight, forced smile before nodding her head.

“Yeah! Yeah, go ahead; I’ll fill you in on whatever you miss.”

Steve nodded his thanks and walked out, accepting the call and bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

His voice faded as he stepped out of the room, and no other words were discernable as he spoke to his husband in the hallway.

“…As I was saying,” Loki continued on, turning his full attention to Natasha. “After running some tests, I found an unusually large amount of adrenaline in his blood; Dr. Banner mentioned something about finding a syringe in his pocket?”

Natasha nodded, and Loki handed her the envelope, his fingers long and pale against its surface.

“Well, the exact numbers are in the report, but it was enough adrenaline to keep him conscious throughout the process,” he pushed on, a surprising lack of teasing in his voice. “He was, indeed, killed by asphyxiation, though I suspect that, if he hadn’t have been strangled, he would have bled out within a matter of minutes.

“There was a blow to the back of his head, too, that likely wouldn’t have caused any permanent damage, but it’s worth noting.”

“Well, that would confirm that he was knocked out and then taken to the theater,” she mused, biting her lower lip in thought.

“Either that, or he went to the theater with someone who then decided to knock him out. He was, however, fully awake at the time of strangulation.”

Natasha nodded, tucking the envelope under her arm.

“…Thank you, Dr. Odinson,” she finally stated. “I’ll give you a call if I have any questions about your report.”

Aside from the cynical jump in his eyebrows upon hearing her refer to him by this professional title, Loki offered none of his usual sly remarks or glances before turning on his heel and making his way back to the body.

“Any time, Officer Romanoff.”

She grit her teeth in annoyance, glaring at him as he pulled on another set of gloves.

“It’s detective, Loki. And you know it.”

His movements slowed to a stop, and once more his eyes met hers. She forced herself not to look away, staring back at him coolly until he resumed pulling on the gloves.

“My mistake,” he muttered. “Force of habit. Detective Romanoff.”

The redhead nodded, her curls bouncing in her peripheral vision, and hesitated for a second longer before turning back to the doors. Something in her made her stop, though, and she glanced back at the doctor as he picked up the suture once more, his hemostats clicking as he locked them in place.

“…Hey. You doing anything later?”

She hated the tremble in her voice, hated the sick part of her that wanted him to say yes. God knows she didn’t care for the man; his very presence set her teeth on edge.

But she was weak, and he had always been very skilled at relieving the tension she managed to accumulate during the days like this one.

Loki glanced up at her from under his lashes, but his hands didn’t still in their movements as he answered.

“I’m planning on cooking dinner for my girlfriend, actually.”

Silence stretched out between them, and Natasha did nothing to hide the shock on her features. Something cold wrapped around her lungs and squeezed, and she fought down a tide of embarrassment as she thought back to the woman she’d seen Loki talking to several days before.

“…Oh. I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know-“

“It’s quite alright,” he assured her in a, surprisingly, kind tone. “I always did say that conventional relationships weren’t my forte.”

She nodded, recalling the first time he’d said those very same words to her.

“She must be special, then,” Natasha offered, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. “To have changed your mind like that.”

A fond smile came to his lips, very similar to the one he wore when focused on his work, and though she didn’t feel even a shred of jealousy, it was still unnerving to see.

“She’s very special, Detective. Very special indeed.”

On the other side of the doors behind her, Natasha heard Steve say his goodbyes to Bucky, and she turned to walk out before he could join her in the operatory.

Once Loki was left alone in the room, he turned back to Larry Farmer, a bemused smile on his face.

“…It’s complicated,” he said to the corpse, staring down into his cloudy, sightless eyes.

He didn’t expect an answer as he finished sewing up the wound he himself had inflicted, but the smile on his lips didn’t falter.

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Chapter Thirteen

A/N: this is basically just soft. enjoy. 

WARNINGS: MORE SMUT (yay) 18+ ONLY, unbearable fluff, swearing

w/c: 3.2k+

Chapter Thirteen 

You slept entangled in each other; a blur of bodies, united in every sense of the word. With your head laid on his chest, the warm glow of sunlight and the steady drumming of Ben’s heartbeat gently dragged you out of sleep. Sighing, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his shoulder. 

“Hey,” Ben rasped, his voice throaty and thick with sleep. 

“Hey,” you smiled, running your hand across his bare chest and over his waist, squeezing him into you. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Mm like a dream,” he hummed and shuffled down the bed so he was facing you. He peeked through half-closed eyes and smiled. 

Without warning he pushed himself onto his arms, suspending his weight above you, and kissed you firmly. As you traced your fingernails up and down his sides, over his back and shoulders, you felt his fleshy member, settled somewhere between your thighs, begin to stiffen. 

“You’re insatiable,” you whispered into his mouth. 

“It’s all you, love.” 

“Then let me take care of you.”

You started to sit up, forcing Ben back onto the bed. Slick arousal had already started to pool at your folds, so when you straddled him and rocked your hips, rubbing your cunt against his cock, they slid easily against each other. He moaned, vulnerable beneath you, and you smiled in satisfaction. You prowled down the bed until you were level with his dick, standing to proud attention. Any nerves from the night before had dissipated and all you saw was a man you wanted to share yourself entirely with, and whom you wanted to receive in return. You looked at him through your eyelashes and let your tongue caress his tip oh so gently; you could still taste yourself on him. You licked a firm line up his shaft and took him fully into your mouth. Ben let out a shuddering sigh, only encouraging you, and you gagged on him. You thrust your mouth onto him again and again, swirling your tongue over his slit, releasing him with a pop when you needed to take a breath, pumping him in your hand. You worshipped him, and soon you were both panting. 

“Y/N,” he rasped, his voice catching and he swallowed hard. His face said all you needed to know, so you crawled back up his chest and kissed him fiercely. You sat up, nestling your dripping pussy onto his crotch just for the sound it caused to tumble from his lips — a strained gasp, heavy with longing, with hunger. You lifted your weight and rubbed your cunt, spreading your syrupy desire over your clit. Watching Ben’s face, you pushed two fingers into yourself. His gaze was fixed on your hand, working yourself into readiness for him. He, meanwhile, grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it into himself, wincing in his sensitivity.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “You good?”

He nodded, so you lined him up and sat down, sliding him into you easily.  An already familiar fullness pooled in the pit of your stomached you began rock against him, slowly at first but with increasing power. You leant forward, placing your palms flat on his pecks for leverage, letting your breasts hang above him. His hands wandered tantalisingly from them to your hips to your bum, but you kept your own rhythm. You were fully in control, and watching Ben’s face below you writhe in agonising bliss painted a smile on your lips, hung open in your own panting pleasure. 

You rode him until your legs quivered and your pussy was raw. He coaxed you to your high with strangled moans and curses tumbling off his filthy tongue. He followed soon after, pulsing inside you like a heartbeat. 

Neither of you moved for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying the warmth of that most intimate connection, but just before you dismounted you wiggled your hips salaciously. He grunted like he’d just been punched in the stomach and you laughed aloud.

“You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” 

“Oh, but it’ll be such a sweet ending,” you purred as you settled on the bed beside him. You indicated for him to roll onto his side, his back to your chest, and you curled yourself around him. You threaded one leg over his, an arm around his waist and the other hand stroking his hair softly. 

“I never get to be the little spoon,” he mused, his tone languid but there was a boyish delight hiding underneath.

You lay there for a long time, until he sun was bright in the sky — thank god you had the day off because dragging yourself out of that delicious embrace, tight and warm and so close, would have been agony. It felt as if every inch of your skin was pressed against him, like your heart was beating right through your chest and into his. 

But eventually you got pins and needles in your arm and your back got stiff and your belly started to groan from inattention (that pizza was a long time ago). 

“I’m gonna jump in the shower,” you said, placing a peck on the back of Ben’s neck and rolling out of bed. 

“Hope there’s no spiders this time,” he mumbled into the pillow. 

You chuckled, and headed to the bathroom. 

The water was refreshing on your skin and for a while you just stood under the stream, letting it trickle down your body. You could have stayed there for a lifetime — in that hazy, post-orgasm bliss, droplets drumming on your skin, and the bright excitement of a new relationship in your heart — if not for the thought of morning Ben, soft and fluffy, waiting for you when you got out.

You slipped into his bedroom, wrapped tightly in a towel, to find the bed empty. The sheets, a crumpled mess, bore all the sighs of your love-making. You fished around in Ben’s drawers and found a baggy sweater to throw on. It hung loose on you, falling past your bum to cover your knickers, and you had to roll the sleeves up. You’d thrown your hair up in a bun while you showered, but it now hung in a ponytail, tousled curls with a distinct ‘bed-head’ look about them. You caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, lips swollen, peppered hickeys just visible above the top of Ben’s jumper, skin glowing with a post-coital vibrancy.

You heard a gentle humming coming from the kitchen, and smiled to yourself at Ben’s voice. He was singing along to ‘Me and Mrs Jones’, and you stopped in the doorway for a moment to watch him. He bounced around the kitchen in just his boxers, the black of them contrasting deliciously with his pale skin, cast with a golden radiance in the morning sun. His voice echoed sweetly and your heart swelled, until he turned and saw you watching. He licked his lips as surveyed your bare legs.

“Mrs Jones, huh? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you chuckled. He smiled, but you caught the blush that crept up his neck. “That’s your real name, right?” you continued, sauntering over to him, “Ben Jones?”

“How’d you know?” 

“It’s the first line of your wikipedia page,” you giggled, sliding your arms around his waist when he turned back to the stove to tend the eggs he was frying. You rested your cheek against his shoulder blade.

“So you googled me, huh?” 

You could hear the smirk in his voice, but only rolled your eyes, “I researched all of you before I met you. I was doing my job.”

You had forgotten over the course of the last 24 hours that Ben was still your colleague. He had become your lover, one of your closest friends, but the next morning you would have to go to work and try your best to be professional. That would be a new challenge, but one you would face when it confronted you, not before. For now, you just wanted to enjoy this quiet moment. 

“What did you think?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, “Back then, when you first met me.”

“Arrogant, self-righteous, boring, standoffish…” you teased.

He turned around, faux hurt plastered across his face. But then it changed, and you saw honesty and even self-consciousness there. “Really though, did you like me?” 

“Mmh, I knew you were going to be a pain in the arse from day one, precisely because I did like you.” 

Green eyes sparkled emerald with mirth. “So you fancied me?” 

“That’s not what I said.” 

“It’s what I heard.”

“You had a girlfriend.” 

“We broke up a week after I met you.” 

“Your eggs are going to burn.” 

He frowned, caught off guard, and cursed, quickly turning his attention back to the stove to finish preparing breakfast. Not long after, he laid out two full plates on the kitchen island and two cups of tea. You sat down gratefully to eat, ravenous after the night you’d had, and marvelled at Ben’s seemingly unlimited skill set. 

“Are you worried about her?” he asked tentatively, clearly feeling like he was walking on eggshells. 

“Your ex? No?” you shrugged, hyperaware of your tone and body language despite being completely truthful. “You’ve given me no reason to be worried about her.” 

“I know, but from your point of view, you see a long-term relationship that hasn’t been over for that long. I suppose I want to reassure you that I’m over it.” 

“Ben,” you smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it rested on the table between you, “All I see is an incredible guy that makes me feel wanted when he looks at me. For now, that’s all I need.” 

His shoulders relaxed with a sigh and he blinked slowly. “For now, huh?” He was smirking but there was honest inquiry behind his assured demeanour. 

You chewed the inside of your lip, “I know we’ve only been on one date but this is a big deal for me. I broke my rule for you. I don’t remember deciding to do it but I did, so now I have to commit to this.” A nervous anxiety gnawed in your chest as you considered the implications of last night, and the possibility that Ben might not understand what a big deal it was to you. “You know what my job means to me,” you asserted, hoping that he truly did. 

“I know.” He squeezed your hand, a return of faith and a show of commitment. 

You passed the rest of the day in that hazy balm of a new relationship, where you were still feeling out the dynamic between you: how often you touched, how cuddly you were, when to speak and when to enjoy the silence. It never felt forced, never uncomfortable. Sometimes it was fumbly and awkward, but when you giggled he smiled so widely that his cheeks turned into cherries and his elation turned into lines around his eyes. You settled so easily into him, it felt both thrillingly new and wonderfully nostalgic. Those weeks of joking and laughing together, getting to know and understand each other, meant that you already had the kind of familiarity that made intimacy so natural. You could almost believe you had been together in a past life. 

When Sav called you to see if you had finally told Ben how you felt, and you told her you had (and what’s more he felt the same), she squealed down the phone and insisted you meet to tell her all. You promised you would, and caught Ben smiling at you out of the corner of your eye. 

“She’s your best friend, right?” he asked, once you had made vague plans and hung up. When you nodded he continued, “I’m going to have to meet her.” It occurred to you how natural you thought that would feel, despite the fact that you had been together for a day. 

Being back at work was a little more strange, but not as difficult as you feared it might be. Ben really took it in his stride, which made the whole thing easier for you. He left you to your work a lot of the time, respecting that you had a job to do as much as he did, and treated you the same way he always did. He teased you, and shot you looks behind the director’s back and sometimes, when no one was looking, he would squeeze your hand or your hip or your bum just to remind you that he was yours. The rest of the guys where as accommodating too, and when you all hung out together in a group they settled into the new dynamic quicker than you did. At first you had been a bit uncomfortable, wanting to be affectionate with Ben in your downtime, especially in that first week or so, but not sure that the others would appreciate the PDA. But they made it feel natural when they teased you in that fraternal way that they always did, and joked that Ben was punching above his weight (which you would never believe). Keeping things quiet from the rest of the crew, however, was a little more tricky. You constantly wanted to touch Ben, to rest your head on his shoulder, feel his arm, fix his hair, and Ben was even worse. He was a tactile person, stimulated by touch. It meant that being a round him was electric and being alone with him often inevitably led to rather more physical contact than would be appropriate in the workplace, but it also meant that he constantly wanted to be touching you at work too. He would rest his hand on the small of your back or your knee, drape an arm over your shoulder, sometimes he would skim his fingers over your hand, your neck, anything he could reach, just to feel your skin, soft and warm under his fingertips. You loved it, loved the way it sent shivers down your spine, but you were starting to worry about the way Josh would watch your interactions with Ben, frowning and squinting his eyes. 

“We have to be more careful,” you whispered one day on set after Josh had walked off, staring at Ben as he pushed the hair from your shoulder. 

“What do you mean?”

“I think people are starting to get suspicious. Josh keeps looking at us funny.”

Ben scoffed, “Josh is just jealous. He still likes you, you know.” 

“I mean it Ben,” you asserted, swatting him gently on the arm, “I’m worried. I don’t want people figuring us out.” 

“So what if they did?” His tone was nonchalant but you could see the melancholy behind his bright green eyes, see the longing. You knew he hated keeping your relationship a secret, and how much it pained him to keep himself away from you. Still, you had your reasons. 

“You know exactly what,” you chided softly. 

“Would it really be the end of the world if they knew how much I adore you?”

“I have to be sure.”

His voice went deep and quiet, thick with vulnerability, “Are you not already?”

“Benny, it’s not even been two weeks.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Your chest went tight, a heavy lump settled in your throat. Your pulse was deafening, sickening, in your ears as you tried not to let yourself be intimidated by those words. You knew that Ben felt things intensely, and that his feelings for you had been growing for far longer than the short time you had been together, but still, to hear him speak with such certainty was more than you knew how to handle. You made a conscious effort to relax your shoulders. “I just don’t want to rush anything. The way I see it, we have the rest of our lives together.”

You let your fingers skate over his cheek, dancing along his jawline. You felt him relax into you, nuzzling his head into your hand. 

Abruptly, you pulled your hand away as you heard the muffled steps of someone walking into the room behind you. Your whole body tensed and your mind raced for some false conversation to fill the silence with, but deflated as you heard Joe gibe, “Relax guys, it’s only me. I was just chatting to the others, wanna doing something tonight?”

“Christ Joe, you scared the shit out of me,” you huffed, heart still racing from the moment of  panic.

“Uh, we were gonna have dinner tonight,” Ben explained, apologetic. 

Joe rolled his eyes, shoulders sagging, and sassed, “Yes, we were also planning to eat dinner. Come on, we barely see you two anymore.” 

“We see you everyday, we all work together,” you quipped. 

He almost stomped his foot, “You know what I mean. You were all distant when you two were arguing and now that you’re together you’re too busy going on dates—”

“That is what couples do,” Ben interjected. It still gave you a buzz to hear him call you a couple. 

“You know you’re exaggerating horrifically, right? We literally all went to the cinema together two days ago.” 

“Okay, yes I am, but only for dramatic effect. Please?”

You turned to Ben, “We could do dinner tomorrow?”

“We’ve got the rest of our lives, right?’ he smiled, moving to hold your hand but only gently skimming your pinky finger.  You bit the inside of your lip and nodded. 

“The Godfather!” you yelled as Gwil pulled his best Marlon Brando face. “Told you, I’m sick at charades.”

“How the hell did you get that?” Ben laughed incredulously. 

“You come here, on the day of my daughter’s wedding…” you grumbled out in a poor impersonation of the Godfather. 

“That was terrible, Y/N, really. Painful,” Joe snickered. 

You laughed, “Good job I usually leave the acting to you lot then.”

When it was your turn, you successfully acted out Jurassic Park by doing the most ridiculous dinosaur impression and pointing furiously at Joe. 

“I feel like that was an iconic moment in our friendship,” Gwil laughed. 

“You’re never going to forget that dinosaur impression, it’s burned into your brains forever.” 

“I’ll be doing at your wedding.”

The evening was spent in such the same fashion, drinking, joking, enjoying spending time with these people who had come to be such important friends. You found yourself in one of those rare moments in life where everything seems to have fallen perfectly into place. You were overcome with the sense that you were exactly where you where supposed to be. The love in the room, the warmth, the joy, was palpable. It tasted sweet on your tongue. Ben caught your eye and smiled, his lips slowing pulling tight over his teeth. Your heart swelled in your chest, delicate in the knowledge that these days, this wonderful dream, would end and you’d be thrust apart. You sighed, content to enjoy the moments you had. You surveyed the room: Rami and Lucy were cuddling on an armchair curled tight into each other, Joe was chatting animatedly with Gwil, recounting some story while Allen handed round beers, laughing to himself at Joe. Ben shifted beside you and threaded his arm around your waist. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, brimming with all the love in the world. It felt very much like these were the days of your life. 

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Sweet Lies (m)

In which Jaehyun tells you everything you want to hear, and you believe him, even though you shouldn't.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Angsty smut :(

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: (Another) Cheating AU, Graphic smut (mentions of oral-both male and female, slight thigh riding, and that’s about it)

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, and happy birthday to our dimpled prince, Jaehyun!!

Jung Jaehyun isn't yours and will never be yours.

Once upon a time, he could've been, but that was when you were still young and naive. He was only just a good friend, cute in his own dorky way. You had no idea he would grow up to be a successful handsome man.

But by the time you realize it, it is too late. Your best friend of twelve years has been snatched up by a pretty girl who he met through work.

Apparently, they get along well, so they decide to start dating.

When Jaehyun first tells you about her, you scoff. There's no way he would take the relationship seriously; he's the kind of person who is interested in seeking excitement but only for one night. He isn't the type to settle down.

Which is why it comes as a surprise to you that they're still together even now, after two long years.

Each time he gushes to you about how happy he is with her, you smile and praise him on it, when all you really want to do is kiss him and have him gush about you that way.

Maybe one day he would.

Still you hope, rather selfishly, that they will break up soon, and Jaehyun will realize that you are the one for him all along. Besides, you get along well with him too, so why did he pick her?

Then one day, something happens: a good development, but not in the way you had hoped.

Jaehyun knocks on your door rather urgently, and when you open it, he instantly makes a beeline for the beer in your fridge.

After a can or two, he finally speaks. "We got into a fight about something stupid."

He's lying on your couch, his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his soft strands. You enjoy the feeling of Jaehyun being close to you, but you wish he was closer. "What was it about?"

He sighs then, a sign that he is thinking things over in his mind. But he trusts you and he is a bit tipsy, so the words spill out of his mouth easily. "She never wants to suck me off, and I don't know why. I literally do everything she wants, I don't know why she can't do the same for me."

You blink, surprised at the subject. He never talked about his sex life with you. That's why it was so easy to forget he was a fuckboy just before he met her.

But you aren't sure what kind of advice you could give him.

So you just nod along quietly as he vents about his relationship problems.

"I know sex isn't that important to a relationship, but now I'm not so sure. I mean, do you know how unsatisfying it is to jerk off every night, when someone else can do it for you?" He sighs again, and your heart aches at how broken he seemed. "God, she's just so selfish."

And then, before you know it, words come tumbling out of your mouth. "I'm not though."

That catches Jaehyun's attention instantly. He sits upright, staring at you. "What did you say?"

You flush under his gaze. "I'm not selfish like her. I'll suck you off if you want."

He stays still in shock, so you coax him some more. "We're friends anyway, just consider it as an old friend helping out another."

You thank the liquid courage running through you as you place a palm on his cheek, like you'd always wanted to do. "I'll do anything you want, Jae..."

The shock is gone from his face now. Instead, he eyes you with interest, gaze starting to darken as he considers your offer. Your heart beats loudly when he doesn't react, convinced that you made a mistake. He doesn't like you that way, and he never will-

Then his hand encloses around yours, his eyes shut as he revels in your calming caress. Your breath hitches in your throat at his actions.

His eyes open, and you note the way his pupils dilate as he tells you, "I was hoping you would say that..."

Then his lips crash on yours, and he tastes like absolute heaven.

He still tastes like that as you choke around his cock. You'll never forget the deep moans that come up from his throat each time you swallow, or the way his hands tug at your hair impatiently. Your heart soars when he finally cums, a strangled cry of your name leaving his lips.

The next morning, dread fills your chest as you wonder how he'll act when he wakes up. But he just treats you the same way; he smiles at you fondly and thanks you for helping him.

Everything stays the same, except for the fact that you two fall into a routine of sucking him off. It happens on Fridays whenever Jaehyun feels like it. Instead of focusing on the movie you picked, Jaehyun slings an arm around you, making you turn to him in surprise. Then he kisses you until you forget about everything, especially the movie. Your impatient hands pull on his clothes until he takes them off.

Later on, his cock slides in and out of your mouth until he cums, collapsing on the bed. You sleep feeling satisfied, knowing that you are the only one who can break him down like that.

Sometimes the irritating thought of his girlfriend pops up in your head. If only he would break up with her, then maybe you could be with him instead...

You still think about her as you tease him with little licks, irritated out of your mind. As if Jaehyun could read minds, he informs you that she still doesn't want to give him a blowjob and she never will. It's like he knows that would rile you up, because then you wrap your lips around him and hollow out your cheeks to suck harder. A string of curses fall from his pretty lips as he tenderly pushes your hair back from your face.

You don't want to hear about her. It's just the two of you in that moment, and nothing else matters.

But then comes the day that Jaehyun begs to return the favor.

It is right after you had made him cum, and his chest heaves as he catches his breath. Your underwear is damp because of how sexy his moans were, and you couldn't wait until he left so you could get off to the thought of him.

But Jaehyun has other plans in mind.

He places a palm on your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. Just as you are about to deepen the kiss, he pulls back and says, "I want to eat you out."

You freeze. "What?"

"You heard me: I want to taste you," he says again, and you feel dizzy at the thought of it.

"But you don't have to."

"I want to," he says. "You've been so good to me, and for that, you deserve a reward."

"I'm good?" you repeat in confusion.

No, you aren't good; you're a bad girl who is in love with a taken man, even going so far as to get into an affair with him.

Jaehyun tucks your hair behind your ear, and all your thoughts melt away under his warm touch. "Of course you are. You're my good girl, Y/N."

Disbelief clouds your mind as he slowly unbuttons your pants and takes them off along with your underwear. It isn't until his palms gently nudge your legs apart, and his breath fans over your exposed core, that you gulp and focus on his piercing gaze.

When Jaehyun sees the hesitance in your eyes, he flashes you a dimpled smile that makes you melt. "You deserve this, Y/N. I promise that I'll make it good for you."

Your heart flutters at his words as you nod. Excitement fills you as he finally dips a finger in your wet entrance, making you both groan.

He looks back up at you. "You really like giving me blowjobs, huh?"

"Of course I do," you say. "I like pleasing you, Jae."

His eyes widen at your honest response, but then he grins. "And that's why you're my good girl, much better than her."

Then he kisses a trail up your legs, each one good and soft, until he reaches your wet pussy. His tongue licks a line up, and you gasp at the new sensation.

He laps up your juices, groaning in contentment, as you grip tufts of his hair. You lose control of yourself as Jaehyun’s skillful tongue and fingers reach deeper in you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you come undone.

“You were so good for me, baby,” Jaehyun praises as you come down from your high, his face glistening with your juices. He looks so pretty that you can’t resist pressing your lips to his for a sweet kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue, and you savor it until he breaks the kiss. Jaehyun leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “I have to go now.”

Your hands come up to cup his face, your mouth brushing over his as you whisper back, “Can’t you stay?”

“I don’t know…” he mumbles in between kisses. “She’ll be really worried if I don’t show up…”

“Then let her worry. I want to be with you, Jae.”

“Okay, I’ll stay.” He pulls back to grin at you, his beautiful dimples peeking out. “I want to be with you too, Y/N.”

You giggle in delight as Jaehyun draws you in closer to his chest, his eyes closed as he drifts off to sleep.

His previous words, clearly another lie, replay in your head, but you don’t care; your delusional mind doesn’t want to wake up from the fantasy it created.

Yes, you think as you snuggle up closer to Jaehyun, it’s much better to stay asleep…

Next week is Valentine’s Day. Even worse is that it’s Jaehyun’s birthday, and you can’t help the bitter feeling that washes over you when he doesn’t call at the usual time.

Jaehyun was probably getting the best fuck of his life right now from her…

You sigh as you shove the jealous thoughts from your mind. Your hand reaches into the bowl for popcorn as you focus on the movie playing in front of you.

Suddenly, a hurried succession of knocks pound on your door, and you pad across the room to open the door, coming face-to-face with-

“Jaehyun? What’re you doing here?”

He answers you in the form of a kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease as his fingers weave into your hair. The kiss is hot, demanding, filled with passion, much different than the other lazy kisses you’ve given each other before.

Then Jaehyun pulls away to stare deeply into your eyes. You’re startled at how dark they are. Even more startling is how deep his voice is as he tells you, “I’m going to be completely honest with you, Y/N.”

This may be the most honest he’s ever been in your entire affair…

You shake that thought away, flashing him a kind smile. “Okay.”

“For a while now, my mind has been consumed with thoughts of fucking you. I want to know how your pretty little pussy feels wrapped around my cock. I bet you’d feel so good, so tight, hot as fuck-”

He ends with a whine as he imagines it again, and you feel heat rush to your thighs as the sinful images he conjured up flash through your mind.

“I’ve been losing sleep over you,” he confesses. “I want you so bad, Y/N.”

You’re tempted to go along with his desires, let him have you any way he wants, but then…

“What about her?” you ask as you avert your eyes from his captivating figure.

To your surprise, he snorts in derision. “What about her?”

“Don’t you want to be with her on your birthday?”

His hand rests on your chin, tilting your head until you’re looking into his hypnotizing eyes again. His voice is low, enticing as he whispers, “You’re the one that I want, Y/N.”

Maybe it was another lie, maybe it wasn’t…

But you’re too far gone to think things through when the love of your life is begging to fuck you, so you let him.

It feels like a dream when his lips reconnect to yours again, his hot tongue licking in your mouth, as he picks you up in his arms. When he reaches your bed, he sets you down, and you watch in anticipation as he lifts his shirt over his head.

His muscular physique is finally revealed to you, much better than your imagination had come up with. You scoot closer to touch him, aching to feel every line of his abs, but Jaehyun shakes his head. “I want you to take off your clothes first, but leave your underwear on.”

So you stand up and do as he says. You peel off your shirt and shorts until only your bra and underwear is left. Self-consciousness floods you as he looks you over.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he says as he perches himself on your bed. When you do, your heart clenches at how handsome he is, with his ruffled caramel hair, soft lips, and pretty eyes.

He reaches for your hand and brushes his lips against the knuckles. His thumb runs fond circles over your hand as he says, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your heart races at his words, and when he pats his thigh, instructing you to sit down, you listen.

“I want you to do something for me,” he says. “You’re my good girl who’ll do as I say, right?”

You nod meekly, and he smiles. “Of course you are.”

“I want you to ride my thigh,” he continues. “I want you to show me how much you want me. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Of course I can,” you answer eagerly as you set your hands on his shoulders.

You rub yourself on his leg as he watches with a smirk. The rough fabric of his jeans combines with the soft material of your underwear to create delicious friction that makes you moan his name.

You move up and down on his leg as you feel your wetness start to seep through. Tingles of pleasure course through you as you ride his thigh. When Jaehyun clenches his thigh, you go faster, eager to get yourself off, but then he roughly grabs your hips, stilling your movements.

Your eyes widen. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Of course not, baby. But look, you ruined my pants.”

You get off of him as you both inspect the large wet patch on his pants. Embarrassment runs through you. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jae-”

He laughs. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N. I’m glad to know that you want me just as much as I want you.”

“But I think I need to take this off.” He looks at you, smirking. “Don’t you?”

You nod eagerly, and he chuckles at your reaction. He unbuttons his jeans and slowly slides them down his sexy legs, revealing the tent in his boxers.

Your eyes latch on to your wetness that seeped into his boxers, and you lick your lips. “I think you need to take that off as well.”

He laughs. “Do you want to do it for me, Y/N?”

You answer by tugging his boxers down his legs, making his cock spring up. It’s hard and long that it makes your mouth water.

Jaehyun demands your attention by making you sit on his thigh again, peppering soft kisses down your neck as his hands reach behind you to undo your bra clasp. After he tosses your bra over his shoulder, he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as his hand kneads the other. His tongue is hot against your cold skin, and you moan as he flicks his tongue over your nipple.

He resumes his trail of kisses again, going lower and lower until he reaches your underwear. He glances up at you for permission, and when you nod, he makes you stand up so he can peel your soaked underwear off.

“Y/N, since you so eagerly rode my thigh earlier, I want you to ride me,” he commands, making your heart pound as he offers you exactly what you’ve dreamed of for so long. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, Jaehyun,” you answer breathlessly as you take in his effortlessly handsome appearance.

All of your fantasies are finally becoming reality as this beautiful boy finally wants you. He looks so perfect in front of you, the boy who was everything you ever wanted.

And now, you'll finally have him.

You sit on him slowly, taking him in inch by tantalizing inch, until you're seated directly on his thighs. Your eyes shut as you revel in how satisfying Jaehyun stretches you out, and he groans at the feeling of your wetness surrounding him entirely.

After a few moments, you get up and sink back down, pleasant sparks running through you as you listen to Jaehyun’s moans. But after a while, your pace falters as intrusive thoughts of his girlfriend enter your mind. She probably has done this before to him too, and that’s why he likes this position…

"Look at me, Y/N. Don't think about anything else." Jaehyun strokes your cheek fondly as you stare at him. “I want you to focus on how good I make you feel.”

And with that, he forces you on your hands and knees. He swiftly enters you, all your thoughts of her breaking apart as he thrusts closer to your bundle of nerves. You push back to meet him halfway, and slowly but surely, you feel yourself teetering closer to your orgasm.

“Jaehyun, I’m close,” you whine as he fondles your breast in his hand.  His hips snap forward to drill into you harder, making you clutch the bed sheets until your knuckles turn white.

His hard thrusts plus his titillating touches mix together to let white hot pleasure run through you as you finally fall, clenching tightly around Jaehyun, who groans in response.

“Jae, I want to feel your cum in me,” you confess as he tries to reach his own high.

“Fuck, you’re so dirty, Y/N,” he hisses as his nerves light up on fire, splashing your walls with his cum as he collapses on top of you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back.

“Jae, you’re killing me,” you say, but it’s muffled as you say it into the bedsheet.

“Oh, sorry!” He quickly scrambles off of you with a hiss as he pulls out.

After running to the bathroom and wiping your legs, he settles back into your bed, your arm slinging over him as you lay your head on his chest. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head as he says, “This was the best birthday gift ever. You listen and do exactly what I say. That’s why I like you so much, Y/N.”

Your heart aches as you realize he doesn’t mean it in the way you want. Not like the way you were in love with him…

“I like you too, Jaehyun.”

“Good. Now let’s go to sleep.”

After nodding your agreement, he smiles, and soon, light snores leave his mouth, signaling that he is finally asleep.

But for you, sleep doesn’t arrive as fast.

All you can do is hold onto him tighter as uneasy feelings grow in you.

As you curl up closer to Jaehyun, you start to dread the impending doom of morning time, when you will have to pretend like the two of you are just friends and nothing more.

Just the way it should be.

You'll have to pretend that he isn't your entire world every time you look at him, and you aren't sure how much longer you can keep that up.

#nct fanfic #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fanfiction #jaehyun smut #lyd's own writing #lyd's stuff #fic:sweet lies

[littlemissvincentvega]

“No! Keep the lights on!” 

“How old are you?” your boyfriend Eddie asks, sniggering.

“I’m tw--” begins Brown, but Pink interrupts.

“Hey, hey, hey! No fuckin’ tellin’ each other about ourselves!”

“I was kidding,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes and giving you an ‘is he for real’ look. Amused, you smile and gesture for him to join you on the couch again. He does so, wrapping his broad arm around you and sitting back to watch Pink and Brown bicker.

Yours and Eddie’s relationship was somewhat of a sugar daddy/sugar baby situation - it had begun that way, but as you got to know each other better, it transpired into a true romance. You loved him and he loved you, that was that.

“Alright, alright, shut the fuck up now, boys,” Eddie smirks.

“But--”

“Shut up, Mr. Pussy, or you’re goin’ home,” he warns, tightening his arm around you. He had invited the guys round to his place for the night for a few drinks and you had ended up watching ‘The Exorcist’ on VHS. You were sat squeezed between Eddie and Vic, cuddling up to both of them during the scary parts (Eddie didn’t mind), but to be honest there weren’t many of them considering Brown talked through the whole thing - “Did you guys know NINE crew members died during the production? The house burned down, too, except for Regan’s room. Oh, and did you know random props kept going missing while they were filming?” - ending in Mr. Pink snapping at him, of course.

Pink sits back in his armchair, sulking. Sheepishly, he downs the rest of his whiskey. “There we go. No more fuckin’ arguin’ in front of my girl,” Eddie says, and you smile, embarrassed.

“Why? Why’s she even here? Last time I checked, she isn’t a fuckin’ professional criminal, Ed,” grunts Pink.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Mr. White growls, “and SHE has a name - (Y/N). Are manners too much for your pea-sized brain to comprehend, Mr. Pink?”

As they argue, Vic leans close to you. “You need another drink, pretty lady?” he whispers jokingly, and you nod.

“Please, it’s like being back at school,” you sigh. Tittering, he pushes himself off of the couch and brings you a glass of red wine. “Thank you, honey.”

“’Honey’? You two screwin’ behind my back or somethin’?” Eddie asks, lifting you into his lap, you facing him. Vic smirks.

“Of course not, babe,” you grin, pecking him on the lips. “Are we gonna watch something else?”

“I don’t know, what did you have in mind?”

“Anything to drown out these fucking idiots.”

Chuckling at you, Eddie runs a hand over your ass and looks over at the other guys - Orange is fast asleep, leaning against White, White is giving Pink a talking to, Pink is sitting there like an angry toddler and Brown is watching Eddie’s hand. “Hey, Eddie, what’re you doing with your hand there?” he asks, craning his neck to get a better look.

“Nothing you’ll ever get to do, Brown,” Eddie replies, pulling you close to him. You nuzzle your head into his neck and plant sweet little kisses above his collarbone.

“What about me?” Vic asks, a smirk plastered across his face.

“We’ll have to see about that, Mr. Blonde.” 

“Eddie!” you giggle, tipsy from the booze. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“Uh... speaking of embarrassing...” Blonde nods towards Mr. Pink - he’s out like a light. He had obviously gotten tired of listening to Mr. White, and that combined with the whiskey had resulted in him fast asleep, mouth wide open.

Mischievously, Eddie gestures for you to get up, and you do so-- he mouths ‘gimme one second’ at Vic, picks you up and carries you to his home office, propping you on the desk. “What’re you doing?” you giggle, kicking your legs back and forth giddily.

He scours through a few drawers before whipping out a black Sharpie, grinning at you. “There’s no way I’m passin’ up this opportunity, baby,” he says, advancing towards you with a playful hunger in his eye and pulling you into a deep kiss, gently rubbing your waist.

“You’re gonna fuck Mr. Pink?”

“Very funny, baby,” he smiles, “c’mon, he might wake up.” You let Eddie carry you back to the living room and he lays you back on the couch. Vic is happy to let you stretch your legs over his.

“The fuck you got, Ed?” Vic asks, smirking.

You gently shush him as Eddie tiptoes over to Mr. Pink. By now, Mr. White is resting his eyes, so there’s nobody to protest - Brown is accompanying Eddie like a surgical assistant, both of them hovering over the sleeping Pink. You and Vic share a look of amusement and, when Eddie’s finished his work of art, he stands out of the way so you can see.

“Oh, Eddie,” you sigh, smiling, “how old are you?”

Brown returns to his seat, giggling to himself like a child. “He’s gonna lose it when he sees that,” he grins.

“Well,” Eddie says, joining you on the couch again, “he shouldn’t have acted like a motherfucker.” He cradles you in his lap and kisses the top of your head as you chuckle.

“I’m sleepy,” you mumble, resting your eyes.

“Get some rest, princess.”

You feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness and try to form a few intelligible words. “Love you.. g’night..”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!!!” 

You jerk awake in a panic, your eyes blurry with sleep, looking around in confusion, when Mr. Pink storms in the living room...

...with ‘Mr. Pussy’ written on his forehead. In permanent marker.

Holding back a laugh, you rub your eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” you yawn, pretending to not know.

“What’s-- what’s WRONG with me?!!?! Look at my fuckin’ forehead! Mr. Pussy?!? I’m supposed to be a fuckin’ professional!” he splutters, pacing back and forth in front of the couch.

You poke Eddie, your head slightly throbbing from last night’s booze and this morning’s sunlight poking through the curtains. The lot of you had fallen asleep in the living room. Stirring, Eddie shuffles underneath you. “Hmm?”

“Babe, it’s morning, Mr. Pink is upset.”

“Upset? UPSET?!?? I’m fuckin’ furious here, this ain’t funny!” Pink spits.

As Eddie comes around, he sits himself up and kisses your cheek. “Morning, baby,” he mumbles. “Jesus, Pink, what’s up with you?” He squints at the angry, slender man, and bursts into laughter when he remembers last night. 

“So you think this is funny, huh?”

“You had it comin’, you were acting like a little bitch last night,” Eddie giggles.

“I bet this was his fuckin’ idea!” Pink growls, marching over to a sleeping Mr. Brown and strangling him awake.

“Hey, what the fuck, dude, what the hell?!!?” Brown squeals, slapping Pink’s hands off of him. Pink gestures to his forehead in a temper. “Oh, that-- it wasn’t me!!” he protests, leaning back in his seat and looking at Pink’s hands in terror.

Sighing, you hoist yourself off of the couch - your head is thumping from the yelling and you’re sick of the bickering by now. At this moment in time, it’s not entertaining. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” you say to Eddie, and he lazily kisses your nose before you meander off to the bathroom. As you begin brushing your teeth, cringing at your smudged makeup in the mirror, you try to decide if you should wash your hair this morning or later on. After settling on doing it this morning (maybe a shower would help with your hangover, you thought), you run your fingers through your hair, pushing your fringe back - your face drops.

Looking back at you are a pair of tits. That Eddie had drawn on last night. On your fucking forehead. After you fell asleep. 

You scowl at yourself. “EDDIE!!!!”

#reservoir dogs fanfic #reservoir dogs x reader #nice guy eddie x reader

[hulklovebot]

thought of her.

thor odinson x reader

summary: he’s shunned himself of every thought about a woman since jane left him, but now? he doesn’t feel guilty about imagining her, so he lets himself get carried away.

author’s note: hii! this is my first smut and first oneshot on this blog, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving me some feedback, or a follow - i’d appreciate it! 

warnings: smut!!, fluff if you squint, male masturbation, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex

Sinking into bed after a long day was an amazing feeling for everyone but for Thor, it felt like sliding into heaven after spending a day in hell. Not that it was really much different from other days, days when he didn’t have to go on missions, but sitting about, discussing future escapades with Steve and Tony and planning out different events wasn’t nearly as fun as it once was. After spending so much time as an Avenger - some yearning child’s dream career, he had no doubt about it - it all got just a bit old. And he needed something new, exciting.

Which isn’t to say a job, not really. Maybe something new, or someone.

It wasn’t far off to say he’d been a bit deprived of any intimate company recently, whether it come in the form of a male or female. He and Jane had broken up months ago and it didn’t even hurt him anymore to think about her, even if he’d spent so much time hoping she would come to his door and love him again, want him back like he wanted her back. Thor was over it - over feeling awful about things he did and didn’t do, feeling miserable about the woman he’d considered the love of his life not seeing him the same way anymore, feeling guilty whenever he went out to see other women. He hadn't been with anyone since. Hadn’t really thought of anyone.

(That’s a lie, is what he said to himself in bed, thinking of it.) There’s one person. One girl. And he’s thought about her for so long.

Thor wasn’t sure what Jane was doing now, or who Jane was doing now, but they’d been over for - whatever it was - coming up on 7 months. And he didn’t deserve to feel guilty over not being caught up in her.

And then there was … her.

Radiant, beautiful, all of the synonyms for the most wonderful words out there - the only that could describe her, but they would never suffice. Thor thought he could be in love with her, but just a bit.

Thor felt - a connection. That he’d never felt before. She was one of the strongest woman, the toughest Avenger though he’d never tell it to anyone. He wanted to love her, and he wanted her to love him. It was simple as that and yet not at all.

But - it went beyond emotional. Because all attractions do.

As Thor sat up, taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his legs and kicking them onto the ground, he thought about it. Surely Jane hadn’t been as wracked with guilt over their breakup as he had. Maybe she found someone else. So why should he shun every thought he’s had of another woman, for fear of her coming back and being hurt by his actions? Why shouldn’t he let himself imagine what it would be like to be with a human who wasn’t her?

He laid back, resting his hands on his stomach. Then he slid it down, just a bit further, and further, until his hand was rested just above the bulge in his underwear.

Thor knew. He should embrace this attraction. Let it happen, thinking of her, the beautiful woman he wanted to love. So he hooked his hands in the waist of his boxers and tugged them down, freeing his still-soft cock.

He wrapped his hand around his base, taking one deep breath and checking that the door was locked. Then he allowed his mind to go into overdrive, filled with the one main question: What would he do to her, if he could have her?

He knew.

He’d take her into his room, late at night when everyone else was sleeping. Maybe he’d push her onto the bed, but the stronger part of him wanted her against the wall so that was how he’d have her. Fingers working at the buttons on her shirt, kissing her so intensely she was whimpering before he even did anything. He’d push her shirt off, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground.

Her chest was soft and round, he knew, the Avengers had no shame around each other when it came to nudity - how could they, with the amount of injuries they sustained on missions? Thor had seen her so many times, unable to touch, watching like a civilian at a museum at the masterpieces. With her up against a wall, his body forcing her there like a wall, he’d dip his head and wrap his lips around her nipple, kissing all around the mounds of her breasts. Rubbing at the other, the one he couldn’t give attention to, tweaking at her nipple before switching where his mouth went, and she’d be arching into him, his name like a soft prayer on her lips.

‘Thor … ‘

(He grunted, hand working at his shaft, pumping up and down. This was going to make him break. Just thinking of her.)

He’d get on his knees, tugging at her leggings and getting them in a pool around her ankles. Thor would admire her, for just a moment - lace panties, dark crimson, a beautiful mixture with her skin, so delicious. He’d press his thumb against the damp stain on her panties, feeling the wetness even through the fabric. And she would moan out, throwing her head back against the wall, and maybe he’d get it.

She would have wanted him like he wants her. And it would spur him on.

(Spurring him on now, thinking of it.)

He’d rip her panties. Too excited, too desperate to get them off.

Maybe she’d scoff, hand going to his hair, pulling the growing blonde hair back so he was looking at her, eyes full of desire. “Those were my favourite panties. You should buy me a new pair.”

He’d hum, bringing his face in close to her core, so every breath sends vibrations straight up her pussy. Then he’d lick his lips, knowing she can feel the outline of it by how close his mouth is to her. “I’ll buy you all the panties you want, love, so long as I’m the only one ripping them off.”

(This particular thought makes Thor release a strangled moan, followed by her name, strangled yet clear.)

Thor would dive in like he was off to the chair and she was his last meal, dragging his tongue up her slit and grazing his teeth against her clit. She’d cry out and her knees would buckle and he’d hook his arm under one thigh and bring it up over his shoulder, steadying her just a bit and giving him easier access to what he’d be devouring. She’d taste so delicious too, better than any dessert he’d ever eaten and much more savoury. Like a treat made just for him.

His tongue would trace shapes along her slit, maybe spelling her name, writing the alphabet in her wetness. She’d be so wet, god, practically dripping all over his face and her thighs, and he’d lap up every last drop. Her nails would be digging into his head because she wouldn’t let go of his hair, would make it feel so good and just on the brink of hurting but he wouldn’t care, not at all, just focusing on devouring her.

Her hands in his hair would tighten to the point of pain as he flexed his tongue out, thrusting it into her, making her moan his name so loud that he could feel his pants tighten, feel every inch of his dick quivering.

(Thor’s hand on his shaft picks up the pace, and his legs tighten.)

When she’d come it would be catastrophic, juices spilling on his face, half in his mouth and half all over his chin and lips. Her come would taste better than her, if even possible, and the scream she would release would travel straight to the appendage between his legs, straining it so much against his pants Thor would be sure that his parents were going to be stretched out. The leg not over his shoulder would give out and she’d half slide to the ground but he’d be there, of course, grasping her hip and holding her steady against the wall. Thor wouldn’t be unaware of the power imbalance there, her naked and quivering and him fully clothed and cocky. Just as he’d like it.

“You taste lovely.” Smacking his lips as he would savour the taste, but not swallowing all of it, not quite yet. Standing up, swinging his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up so she’d be in his arms. Pressing his mouth to hers and giving her the best kiss of his life, spurred by her post-orgasmic aura and the adrenaline eating her out would have given him.

“Please.” Thor is sure she would say that, voice a high whine, quivering all over in his arms. “Please, fuck me, Thor, I need it - I need you, please … “

(He roared, hand tightening on his cock, hearing the words plain in his mind as if she’d said them right next to him.)

Thor would place her on the bed, ripping off his shirt as fast as he could, dropping it on the ground. Her hands would go to his torso, raking her nails across his abs, and he’d release a moan, louder than he’d want but just as passionate.

Next would be the pants, unzipped and pulled down so he can tug out his dick, thick and fully hard, heavy and leaking with precum. Maybe she’d gasp at his length - murmur that she’d never been with someone this big, god, that would do it for him - bring her hand down, pump him a few times, spread the precum all over him. Thor would grab her wrist, and it’d be so small. She’d be small beneath him, his large body, and his cock would throb at the thought.

“Ready, dear?” But he wouldn’t wait for a reply, sliding into her and her slickness, and she’d let out such a loud moan of his name, one of her hands going to her chest, kneading her breast and tweaking her nipple with her nails. He’d dip his head down because she’d be making her breasts look so delectable, more than they were before, and he’d wrap his lips around her nipple and suck like a baby, filling her pussy to the brink with his cock, hips pressed against hers.

(Thor feels a ball of something growing in his stomach, breath hitching, thumb going to rub against the head of his cock. If only it were her.)

Thor’s hands would grab her wrists as he slid out and then back in, bucking his hips back and forth, thirsting off her moans and shrieks and cries. He’d pin her wrists up, leaving her before him, legs spread and wrists high, his mouth trailing up her chest to her neck and then jaw, sucking  hickey into her skin and then silencing her with a kiss.

She’d be whimpering softly, legs going up around his waist, back arching off the bed. He’d feel powerful, almost impossibly so, as she’d clench around him, swallowing the strangled moan he releases.

(It’s coming, soon … )

“Thor - “ she’d mumble, as he would pull his mouth off her and his grip would tighten on her wrists, no doubt leaving bruises. “Thor, fuck, oh my god - I’m gonna come, Thor, please, don’t stop, don’t - fuck - “

“I’m not stopping.” his hips would snap back and forth, and he’d release just one wrist, gripping her soft thigh and pulling her leg higher up. Immediately she’d let out a high pitched cry, and he’d roar out, knowing his release was coming soon. “Fuck, _______, I’m not stopping … “

Thor would let her other wrist go and grap her hips, now, pulling her up so he can press his chest against hers, their bodies now so connected in every way, sweaty chests together and him buried inside of her.

(It’s coming it’s coming it’s coming, he can feel it in every vein of his body - )

“Come for me, baby, come for me … “ it would be all he had to say before she releases, wrapping her arms around him and digging her nails into his back, and surely he’d be proud to wear the small half crescents the next day. The feel of her erupting around him would send him over the edge, and he’d moan louder than ever, letting himself go, finally, coming inside of her with a chest heaving so frantically he’d think he could be dying.

They’d remain in position, breathing heavily, his cock still twitching in her but steadily softening now that he’d gotten his release. And he’d pull out of her, eyes flitting down to look at the cum steadily pouring out of her pussy, and then he’d look at her, eyes round and wide, mouth open in panting, but she’d be staring at him. And she’d look happy.

“I - “ In the aftermath he wouldn’t know what to say. Just what’s on his mind. As he always did. “I love you.”

(His hand is going going going going, working fast and steady, more action than it’s ever gotten and Thor roared. Pumped his cock and then came, the come landing on his hand, chest heaving at the thought of her, how he needs her. Now.)

(Thor pulled his boxers up over his cock, pressing a hand against his sweaty forehead. Tomorrow he’d get her, take her in every way. For now, sleep. It’s the only thing he can do.)

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[bee-kathony]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV), Outlander & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Mary Hawkins, Claire Beauchamp/Louise de La Tour, Mary Hawkins/Louise de La Tour Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Mary Hawkins Randall, Louise de La Tour Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Sex Lessons, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Dildos, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, NSFW, 69 (Sex Position) Summary:

UPDATED WITH A NEW CHAPTER! 

Claire is all about giving Mary a thorough education, they try a new position in this next lesson. 

“You said you wanted me to show you how to…” I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it around making Mary laugh, easing some of the tension that was there in the room.

“Oh yes please Claire, it felt so wonderful and I would be so appreciative if you showed me how to…. reciprocate.” She was beaming, what a good pupil.

I stepped out of the dress puddling around my feet and put my hand on Mary’s elbow, pulling her to sit down beside me on the foot of the bed. “I was using my tongue to lick you down there and I think before we dive right in with you doing that to me, first we should practice kissing… with our tongues.” My hand cradled Mary’s small cheek and I leaned in, watching as she closed her eyes and waited for our lips to meet. I thought it funny that we had never kissed, considering all the other things we managed to do that first time.

Mary’s lips were plump and soft and there was a lingering sweetness of wine in her mouth. I kissed her with my lips at first and after a while I opened my mouth and parted her lips with my tongue. There was no hesitation from her tongue, meeting mine and joining together. Mary’s hands were resting on my waist just on either side of my decently sized belly.

I licked the roof of her mouth and she smiled against my lips and returned the favor. The only sound in the room was the sound of the fire roaring in the corner and the smacking wet sound that tongues make as they caress one another. I felt a slipperiness between my thighs and knew it was time for the next lesson.

I pulled away hesitantly, not really wanting to stop but needing to proceed with the rest of Mary’s teaching. “I’m going to lie down on my side and I want you lie down with your feet near my head so that your own head is near my feet, and then I will tell you what to do next.” I waited to move until Mary nodded and then I positioned myself so that I was lying with enough room to do what I set out to accomplish.

With Mary lying in the opposite direction in front of me, I placed my hands on her ankles and tugged until she shimmied down and then I told her to stop moving once her pussy was directly in front of my face and my pussy was in front of hers.

“I am going to start out by licking the lips of your pussy, that’s the outside part called the labia majora that covers what’s inside. And then once you think you can do what I’m doing, I want you to do it to me exactly the way I am.” I moved my head just a fraction away from her opening and put the tip of my tongue on her slit. She gasped, remembering the sensation’s from before and I took it as a sign to continue. I took my time, demonstrating by licking several times up and down her wet center. I used my fingers to hold open her pussy and I sucked on her pussy lips before licking up the middle and holding my tongue on her clit. She gave out a strangled moan and grabbed my ankles. Her body was curved around my belly but she managed to move her face and I let out my own moan when I felt her tongue on me.

She was like a kitten lapping up milk out of a bowl at first. Quick strokes up and down but she slowed her pace when I gave her pussy a long lick. Every time I nibbled or sucked, moments later she would do the same to me. I had meant to tell her that what we were doing was called a ‘sixty-nine’ but there would be time for that later. Now I was purely focused on giving Mary a thorough education.

Mary stopped licking me and managed a quiet “Oh God” and she came into my mouth. Feeling her body quiver like I had pictured for so long made me come quickly after her. I laid my hand on her thigh and stroked it until she opened her eyes.

“Oh Claire, that was…” she shimmied down the bed, her face now in front of mine “Marvelous!”, and gave me a deep lip puckering kiss.

I loved to taste myself on other people’s lips, my own juices mixed with what I had of hers in my mouth.

“I think that is all the material we are going to cover tonight.” I kissed her back, palm once again on her cheek. “But there is still one thing I want to do to you.” I pushed her back to lie down on the bed and I sat up on my elbows as best I could. My fingers traced around her breasts, the nipple perking up and goosebumps raising on her skin.

She lay completely still for me as my fingers moved to her other breast and traced around the areola. Once her nipples were erect I bent down and kissed her left breast. I pressed my tongue against the hard bud and began sucking. Mary ran her hands through my hair, holding me against her chest. I moved my tongue in circles, my saliva covering her sensitive skin. I repeated this process on her right nipple, eliciting small moans from Mary’s mouth. I bit gently down on her bud and she pulled my hair, not on purpose but because she jerked with pleasure. I giggled, my nose brushing against her nipples as I sat up, gazing at Mary, body lain across my bed.

“What a magnificent teacher you are Claire.” Mary laid her hand on my belly and spoke softly. “I think… I would like to be a mother some day. And now having experienced that sex can be enjoyable I am quite looking forward to being married.”

“I’m glad to hear that Mary, but it will feel a different. When a man has his cock inside of you, I mean. It will be bigger than my fingers most likely and well, like Louise said, a dildo doesn’t compare to the living flesh.” I moved a loose strand of hair off of Mary’s face.

“But while a man can be good for some things, it doesn’t always mean he needs to be there in order for a woman to feel sexual pleasure.” I smiled down at her and gave her one last kiss of the evening. “And with that I think this lesson has come to an end.”

“Thank you Claire” Mary sat up then placing her hands on my knee, “For everything, truly. Do you think I could sleep here tonight, in the guest bedroom of course. I am too tired to think of getting in a carriage and journeying back all the way to my Uncle’s house.”

“Yes of course dear, let’s gather your clothes and I’ll show you to your room.” I crawled off the bed and started putting on my own shift. “I think our next lesson should be a bit sooner do you agree?”

Mary smiled and nodded enthusiastically, “Oh yes please! Can we tomorrow?” She almost pounced on me.

“Well, maybe not quite that soon Mary. How about next week?” I walked Mary across the room and paused, my hand on the doorknob.

“Yes, next week. I am very looking forward to my lesson.” She said.

And so was I, how was I ever going to explain this to Jamie. Sooner or later I figured I would need to tell him, my face read like an open book. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it Beauchamp" I thought to myself. I led Mary to her room and gave her a kiss on the cheek goodnight and as I turned back to my bedroom I heard the front door open and the sound of a big Scot came echoing through the halls.

I met Jamie at the top of the stairs and kissed him hello. “Mmmmm Sassenach, I’ve missed ye. How was yer evenin’, hope it wasna too boring.” Jamie said as we crossed the threshold into our room where my dress was still in a heap on the floor.

“Oh it wasn’t boring at all, rather interesting actually.” I said as I turned and shut the door behind me.

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