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enihk-writes · 3 months

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[someone older]

pairing: older!multi-fandom men x gn!they/them!reader

reader is written to be in their early twenties, under twenty-five and fresh out of uni with their first degree and no corporate work experience.

summary: shorts about old men and a younger beau to-be

content warning: big age-gap relationships // superior-subordinate power imbalance // possible infantilization // some form of saviour-complex // (some unintentional) manipulation

characters: zhongli (genshin impact) // neuvilette (genshin impact) // jing yuan (honkai star rail) // tang gunak (return of the blossoming blade) // dokgo (return of the mad demon) // chongyue (arknights) // shamane (RE:1999) // hiromi higuruma (jujutsu kaisen) // ryū (gokurakugai)

author's note: my lovely oomfs i need yall to look away and pretend im doing okay,,, the demons and the little voices in my head have won and taken over..... i have to make that middle-aged man pregnant so so so so bad it's terminal... (head in hands)... OUGHHHHKKKGSHHH (coughs blood and straight up dies)..... looking at the list here i really have a type huh....

[PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRIGGERS CAUSED BEYOND THIS LINE]

ZHONGLI who had lived for long enough to have seen and experienced almost everything one could see, was still taken aback when he felt a familiar throb in his heart as he conversed with the new face of the artisan's alley. a fledgling who had just left their nest and was beginning to make their way into the world — your naivety much unlike your more seasoned neighbours who knew how to set the prices of their goods to gain the maximum profit. you were often tricked and scammed out of selling your wares at their proper price, too scared to stand your ground and disrespect your older customers. the former archon couldn't bear to see a budding talent, such as yourself, sell themselves short out of expected social courtesy. he often found himself buying your highest-priced works even if he had to empty his entire wallet. you were beyond grateful for his patronage, even offering a commission, free of charge. that's just how bad business was before he stepped in. oh you poor thing, now that he knows how easy it was to get you dancing in his palm, how could he let you meet better opportunities? he was your lifeline, the only way you were going to make it in this career you chose. and you better not forget that.

NEUVILETTE knew that he shouldn't be so enamoured with the new hire. really. a being who had been alive for as long as he falling in love with someone thousands of years their junior? he wanted to rip his hair out. the chief justice approached this predicament as he would with almost anything he deemed annoying — avoidance. sending you out on errands that kept you out of the office for the whole day, giving days off to everyone if there was nothing on the agenda, having you go sort out documents in the filing room, and a whole host of other things that made sure you and him wouldn't cross paths. once he had a clearer mind to sit down and think, he is immediately riddled with guilt. weren't his actions akin to that of a black company employer? you on the other hand, could not be happier to hit the jackpot. good pay, regular days off, responsibilities that didn't require you to rack your brain too much. this was everything an energy-saving adult like you could ever want. it must be nice to frolic around and stay blissfully unaware while your boss was in the middle of a mental breakdown alone in his office.

JING YUAN was a calculating man, despite the commonly held belief that he never really took things too seriously. he kept a rather consistent air of nonchalance so impenetrable that it annoyed you whenever you couldn't discern what was on his mind at that moment. your after-hours hobby these days was to drop by the community starchess club and play a few rounds with the people there. and who else was waiting there at your seat every day? your damned boss. the elders who were there swooned over the handsome general, remarking about how you and him made a great pair — much to your chagrin. the man would always send a blinding smile in your way as you got closer, even going so far as to help you settle down. the routine was always the same each night. you would play against him for at least five rounds consecutively, lose against him in almost every single match, play against the other club members, gather your things and go home for the day. the general would also coincidentally be done with his activities. he offered to walk you to your front door, you've learnt from the one time you refused that the general was unusually talented in pulling an extremely sad, pathetic, wet and kicked puppy face. unfortunately, you were too nice to reject him further. ah, but now that he knew of that weakness of yours, you'd better expect that he would be pulling the same trick again soon.

TANG GUNAK felt that he was far too geriatric to be feeling this way. especially when he had adult children of his own. the youngest of whom was only a few years older than you were. a talented person, emerging at the top of your class in the academy meant that the world was your oyster. so why had you decided to come down to sichuan and work as an aide in this family? the patriarch had no clue, and he certainly didn't know how to even bring up the question. at first, he had hoped that perhaps you and one of his children would be wed but as time passed, it became increasingly obvious you were not interested in them at all, rather you had set your sights on the patriarch himself. him? the widower? the poor man who had only felt the touch of his dead wife? he was very scandalised that the young aide of his house was so open about their attraction to him. however, it seemed nobody in the household was on his side. not even his own flesh and blood. though for all that forwardness, he never expected that you would be so hesitant and shy when you were alone with him. it was endearing how you became more diligent whenever that happened, how you would engross yourself in your work just to pretend he wasn't there with you. the next time he looked up from what he was doing, you were passed out on your desk. he moved over to carry you back to your quarters — it was deep into the night right now anyways, so nobody would see him with you in his arms. he tucked you into bed, leaving as quickly as he came. the glimpse of his own flushed face in the reflection of the window never left his mind the rest of that week.

DOKGO had agreed to follow his disciple to town only because said disciple was going to throw a tantrum in his courtyard and the older man was not in the mood to deal with the adult child. the master pretended to not be acquainted with his own disciple when the man began to flirt with the women passing by. he walked on and sat down at a vacant bench in front of a teahouse. his troublesome disciple eventually shook off the girls clinging onto him and joined his master at the table, a string of apologies falling out his mouth when he caught sight of the older man's disapproving glare. only when the younger man offered to pay did the old master's hardened expression fall softer — fine, he said with a grunt. the second headache of the day came in the shape of you, a wandering merchant, or so you said. you slipped in to sit next to the master after the disciple had graciously allowed you to. not like the older man could oppose when there weren't any empty seats in the vicinity. while the conversation was lively as you talked with the disciple about your travels, he could only focus solely on the callouses of your palms, something a merchant who says they are not a martial artist shouldn't have. you had noticed his scrutinising gaze, throwing him a quick grin as you continued the chat with his disciple. oh? he could only wonder what that was about. shame that his dull, blockheaded disciple had let that slip past him. the master wonders if he should up the training regime when they get back.

CHONGYUE was up and early, as he usually does, leading the daily morning exercise with the other operators. the doctor not being there was somewhat expected, but you going missing? that was a first. when the morning exercise was over, he headed up to your room to check on you, finding the door slightly ajar. cautiously, he walked into the dark room, you had a bag of junk near the entry, from the looks of it you were living off cup noodles and soda, again. no wonder you were now curled up in bed all sick. he might have to give you an earful later, but for now, he puts aside your laundry and took out the trash. he goes down to the canteen, ordering some warm chicken porridge and even stopping by the nurse's office to pick up whatever he thinks you might need. this time, you were now somewhat awake. grumbling and muttering complaints under your breath from the disturbance, he helped you sit up. you insisted on feeding yourself, but he would have none of it. you could only comply and open your mouth wide every time he brought the spoon to your lips. you finished the food and even took the medicine obediently, earning praise from the man himself. before he left, he rubbed some medicinal balm on your stomach, layering warm blankets and patted you back to sleep, reciting an abbot's chants as he did so. the nostalgic feeling was comforting. you should thank him when you got better — maybe he might be interested in a popular classic novel from your home country, or should you try your luck with the lacquer pots instead?

SHAMANE spotted a figure hunched over the running stream near his hut as he was out collecting the fresh water he would need for the day. when they didn't answer his calls, he walked over, not too worried about whether the figure was a dangerous critter or not. the snap of a twig had them spin their head in his direction — that's when he met your eyes. you both stared at the other, sizing each other up. when he decided that you were not a threat, he introduced himself with his signature smile. you did the same, albeit quieter, still a little peeved from seeing a large bearded man in the middle of nowhere. friendly as ever, he kept the conversation going. he talked about himself, he asked about you, and so on and so forth until you finally admitted to him that you had gotten lost in the mountains, also you had twisted your ankles. he pointed to his hut and asked if you wanted to rest in there until you got better, how could you say no? the month when you lived under the same roof as him passed by quickly, and soon enough it was time for you to go back down the mountain. when you both parted ways at the entrance of the village, there was an air of reluctance in saying goodbye. you promised to write to him, maybe even visit him. he only laughed you off, not expecting much to come out of that. though when he received his sister's letter not long after, he thought about taking you with him to his hometown. but ah, isn't visiting each other hometowns a thing expectant newlyweds do? well, he could always pretend he didn't know about these things, couldn't he?

HIGURUMA was pretty friendly with the tenants renting out the office space next door. all of whom were fresh design school graduates trying to start a business together. you were the one he's grown the most familiar with, the unofficial boss of the company and the one who was single-handedly juggling your own practice along with other administrative duties. he helped you where he could, the doors to his own law office always open to you — even in the wee hours of the night. you would sit cross-legged on the big swivel chair as both of you engrossed yourselves in your respective work with the boxes of takeout splayed all over his table. when it was late enough that you missed the last train, he drove you back to your apartment. and everytime you sat in the passenger seat, he would reach over to pull the seatbelt on for you. you could have done it yourself but how were you supposed to pass up the chance to have him come this close? enough to even catch a whiff of his cologne? the lawyer himself knew that you were capable enough to do something this simple, but he couldn't help but enjoy the way you tried not to look at him as he did this each time. the ride back was quiet and serene, your tired body sank into the plush of his car seats and soon you were knocked out cold. even when you were both already parked outside your residence, you still wouldn't rouse. he clicks the seatbelt off you, even going so far as to push the seat back so you were lying more comfortably. you've done this enough times where he has a blanket to cover you with as he waited for you to wake up. which you would, and feel so ashamed. he thinks about how cute you were babbling out your apologies and thanks, all while scrambling to pull yourself together and out his car. only to repeat this whole song and dance the very next night.

RYŪ was a bit of a recluse. never really leaving his room unless it was for a really good reason. which was rare, and by rare it was almost never. but a human had to eat, shit and get clean — which was where you came in. as the designated errand runner for the organisation, you were the one that ended up having to take care of that guy's day-to-day needs. you might have hated him at first, with how picky he was with his food, even the brand of his necessities had to be the exact right one. doesn't matter if the stock ran out, you had to go out there and haunt for a place that still has it or else he wouldn't even entertain your presence. the one good thing you had going about you was that you were adaptable, learned things quick and was light on your feet. if things went south, you always had a backup, and a backup for the backup, you get the idea. the man, mayhaps out of the other's insistence, but you liked to think that he had warmed up to you, started to initiate conversations. at some point whenever you brought him his meals, he would make you sit and watch him eat. at first, you didn't know what to talk about, but then you also started bringing your own lunchboxes to eat alongside him, and you talked his ear off about what you made that day. over time, you both fell into a routine and on days when he's kept you a little too long with him, you'd stay over and crash on his couch. and after more time had passed, he's already got some of your clothes together with his in the wardrobe. hell, he even bought a bigger sofa just so you could sleep better whenever you stayed over. give it more time and who knows, you might end up moving in completely, not that this old hack would mind too much.

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simonrillleyyysss · 3 months

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jealous Nikto please🙏🏻🙏🏻 how would this man react if a slimy recruit approached his sweet girl? would he get self conscious or aggressive and possessive?

thank u for ur req sugar!!

implies fem rdr but not stated!!

i don’t feel like nikto is a man that gets self conscious, like, ever, and if he does? it’s very rarely;this is a man who worked in the military for years, he’s all mass and muscle, big beefy arms and an intimidating frame.

if a recruit is bothering you, he doesn’t think much of it, why would he care? he knows you’re obsessed with him, and wouldn’t dare cheat on him or even look at another individual the way you did to him, so what does he have to fuss over? he’s chalant, yet makes his ownership over you very clear.

he’s sliding over to curl his large, gloved hands around the slant of your hip; whispering in your ear as the recruit quickly turned on his heel, scattering away like a agitated puppy—not daring to glance back at him.

if one touches you? he’s immediately stomping over, yanking you away by your wrist and listening to your little ‘oomf’, glancing at the individual who puffed their chest out like a bear intimidating its victim, crossing their arms.

you have to shush nikto as he complains to you later, wiping the blood from his burst knuckles worriedly, don’t blame him :((

#nikto x female reader fluff #nikto x female reader #nikto fluff #nikto cod #mwii nikto #cod nikto #call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #nikto x you #andre nikto #🎀> nikto!#💞} anon answer!#💞} riley rambles #cod fanfic #cod imagine #nikto x reader smut #nikto

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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good day! i saw that your requests is open soooo~^^ can I request an iwaizumi x manager reader where they've been in a secret relationship since they're first years (idunno how oikawa doesn't know, but he just doesn't 🤣)...

and when the volleyball team had their reunion after so many years the reader just goes to iwaizumi and kiss him and be like, “what? i thought you all know..” 🤣🤣🤣

thank you! and i love your works so much! ^^~

First year, first love ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, friends to lovers, clueless!oikawa, a little background to give this fic more oomf, aoba johsai manager!reader, volleyball team reunion, iwa being literal the best boyfie, valentines flashback is italicized

note: my first request!! i hope you literally love this, i jumped up and down once i got this haha, if you have anymore please let me know!

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I stared at Haijme, tracing the soft features of his face with my eyes while he slept. I couldn’t be anymore in love with this man. After knowing him since literally forever, it was like he knew me from the back of his hand.

Which is why the longer I stared and sighed contently against him I knew he’d wake up. Being with him was easy to me, it was breathing at the point.

I could still remember the day that Haij asked me out our first year. It was the cutest thing ever but he was such a wreck because of how nervous he was.

It was different seeing that Iwaizumi also got as nervous as I did when I was around him. Compared to then, he’s very different now. With him working as an athletic trainer and being on top of his game in every aspect of his life, he’s very different.

However, I still love this Iwaizumi but sometimes I miss the nervous wreck, friend Iwa.

All morning Iwaizumi has been such a wreck. I mean, I get that it was Valentine’s day but my goodness. He’s dropped his pencil three times already and it’s only second period.

“Iwa? What’s going on with you?” I whispered my question to him, peering curiously with concern.

He locked eyes with me and then looked away as quickly as possible, which was very strange for my friend.

“Nothing, (Y/n).”

My eye twitched, we never tell lies to each other.

Something was definitely up with Iwaizumi today, and I decided right then and there that I’d figure it out by the end of the day.

It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid me or anything but the way that he hadn’t spoke that much to me was a given of my theory.

I walked through the halls and smiled at the decorations for Valentine’s day.

I’m pretty sure our student council had helped make the paper decorations of hearts and spirals to hang from lockers and classrooms. I thought it was so creative because personally, I loved holidays no matter the kind.

The thought struck me like a lightening bolt, ‘what if Iwa got a Valentines gift that made him like someone?’

That could not happen, like ever.

As long as Iwaizumi and I have been friends, I don’t think he would up and leave me because of that? I mean, I baked him homemade cookies—the kind that he loves. He wouldn’t just up and like someone because of something they got him?

Suddenly, my mood had switched and I immediately was focused on knowing his answer. That would be easy since Iwaizumi continued to practice volleyball with his friend, Oikawa. They asked me to be the team manager and since Iwaizumi was my friend I agreed.

I couldn’t help but to impatiently wait for the time to pass by so I could finally get Iwaizumi alone to talk to him. Once the bell rang I immediately got up, almost tripping over my own feet, to find Iwa before he got changed for practice.

I already cringed at the thought of everything he received today from some other first year girls. I’m sure mine was better.

I couldn’t help the wrong feeling of jealousy that filled through me. It was weird and didn’t happen often, especially with me thinking about my friend—best friend, Iwaizumi.

Finally, I caught up to him and found him looking as frantic as me whilst I was trying to find him. It was a sight to see and I didn’t know how to comprehend it. It was so unlike him.

"Hey, can we talk?"

I could tell he tried to mask the nervousness up with trying to seem unbothered but I saw through it. However, just those four words were enough for me to feel nervousness as well.

I nodded my head, too afraid to speak just in case I wasn't in control of my voice.

Iwaizumi leaded me around the gym, towards the backside where no one could see, which made me even more nervous. I knew what went on back here, I just didn't think it would ever happen to me.

I gathered myself and stepped along with him until we came to a stop. That's when my brain decided to make me pay more attention to my surroundings. A breeze blew through us a bit, moving my hair.

It was a cold day but the sun was out shining as if it knew what was today was. I could hear how the grass had crunched when we walked to where we are now.

"What did you need?" I hesitantly asked him, a part of me knowing and wishing he will say what I think he will.

"(Y/n), I'm just going to get straight to the point. I like you. I have liked you for a long time but only realized my feelings now. I won't pressure you into liking me back but I know we have this honest is the best policy thing going on since forever ago and I wanted to keep true to that."

Iwaizumi's cheeks were blush red and he couldn't look me in the eyes after saying that. However, my heart couldn't be more content after hearing those specific words from him. It felt like everything was right again and I knew what was in his head.

"This isn't pressuring me Iwa, I like you too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love our friendship and didn't want to ruin it." I confessed to him as well, pouring my hopeful heart out right back into his.

I didn't realize until after our confession that the baggie I packed his homemade cookies in was stuffed into his pocket with a little bit of it hanging out.

I couldn't help but smile and watch as he showed me his hand that I also didn't realize was behind his back this entire time.

"Here. I bought this for you since you made me my favorite."

I giggled a bit, overjoyed that he bought me something, nonetheless it was a stuffie and not just any stuffed animal but my favorite.

"Thank you, Iwaizumi. I love it so much." I thanked him and pulled it close to my chest. It was definitely getting a name and being set on my bed when I got home.

"You're welcome. We should head on now." He cracked a smile and I was glad that everything between us worked out now. Well, almost everything. I wasn't sure what to call us yet.

Iwaizumi waved me bye so he could go change into his practice uniform while I put my stuffie in my bag then caught my breath so I felt good walking in.

The shoes squeaked on the floor as I walked in and I immediately apologized to my upperclassmen because I'm not ever late and it felt like I had disrespected them.

I take my job seriously ever since Iwaizumi joined the volleyball club with his friend Oikawa and had asked me if I wanted to be the manager.

"Are you okay? You and Iwa-chan are never late to practice." Oikawa asked me, eye brow raised and peering at me like he wanted the answer I didn't want to say.

"Oh yeah, I had a couple things to do and such. I didn't know Iwaizumi was late too. I think you should practice serving today, Oikawa." I nervously chuckled and picked up my managerial clip board, trying to change the subject whilst trying to keep my face from flushing.

"Hmm," was all I got out of him before he decided to practice his drills and of course serves.

After a day or two, Iwaizumi and I had agreed to go on little dates first and know each other on a relationship level instead of friend level. This was also because we both thought starting our relationship on Valentine's day was cringe.

Just the thought of how we got together still makes me swoon at nervous Iwa but also smile at how alike we are.

I shifted comfortably against him, trying not to move so much to make him wake up or anything. My arm traveled to side ways hug him, his warm body is what always makes me kick the covers off at night.

However, me trying to not move so much to not wake him up fell in vain because I felt an arm tighten around my waist.

"Good morning, honey." I said to him cheerfully, I loved waking up with him by my side.

"Mornin, love." His gruff morning voice spoke out against my neck which sent delightful shivers down my spine.

"We should get ready sometime soon, I think it might be brunch time soon." I commented, already planning out what I'm going to wear and what time I think is socially acceptable to show up.

Our graduating class is having a reunion and our volleyball club reserved a special place to meet up and of course I was invited to both events.

"I know, I just missed you in my dream." He sighed, trying to pull me even closer than I already was to him.

"Yes but you said you're eating breakfast and all, so." I wiggled my way out of his presence and decided to go use the bathroom and do all of my necessities whilst in there.

I knew Hajime was going to eat breakfast because he's very strict about what and when what kind of nutrients were going into his body. However, me? Not so much. From time to time I do decide to workout with him only to improve my self image. However, over half of the time I don't need to just from the way he compliments me.

By the time I was done and dressed, Iwaizumi was ready to go with the keys in his hand and a smile on his face at my outfit.

"You look stunning, love. I can't wait to see everyone." He said before kissing the top of my head and leading me out of our house and into the car.

I was pretty happy to see everyone even though most of us had caught up with each other on socials here and there.

Entering the reserved building, my blood was pumping to see everyone and rekindle again.

"Go find your buds, I want to go talk to Mattsun," I ushered Iwaizumi off and tried to find my best friend that I was super close to besides Haijme in high school.

It was a loud space since it was all men here in one smallish room. There was a banner, drinks, food of course since it was brunch, and plenty of seating. That's when I found Mattsun and rushed over to hug him.

"Fancy seeing you around these parts," I exclaimed after crashing myself into his side.

"Oh yeah? Samesies." He threw his head back to laugh, something he always did.

I got caught up in a conversation with him and suddenly it shifted to talking about Hajime and I. Mattsun was really the only volleyball member that talked about mine and Haij's relationship and I just assumed that everyone else didn't care that much to speak about it.

"It was nice catching up with you, (Y/n). Keep me posted on some new things!" He winked after I said I'd be going to visit the rest of our class which was weird, I didn't have any new things going on.

I found the man I was looking for and smiled, "Hey, I'm gonna go find the rest of my high school girlfriends and see if they came. I love you, honey." I pecked a small kiss on his cheek and he nodded and kissed my forehead in acknowledgment since he was in the middle of a conversation I accidentally interrupted.

Suddenly, the room was so silent that I could hear a literal pin drop.

"What?! Since when were you guys together?"

"(Y/n) just kissed Iwaizumi and he kissed her back?"

"Wait, you guys didn't know they were together?"

"How long have you two been dating?"

Lots of questions got sprang out of plenty of the teams mouths as my eyes widened in the sudden volume change of the room.

"I think I'll leave you to deal with that, honey. Bye!" I scampered out of the room but not before hearing Hajime try to reason and ask if they really didn't know.

That would be awfully hilarious if they seriously didn't know.

However, one thing I didn't know was that there was a small box that outlined Haijme's pants pocket until Mattsun sent me a snap chat video of it. That almost made me choke on my food as I put two and two together of him saying to keep him posted on new things.

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a/n: This was my first request!! I hope I did good and thank you so much for saying that you love my works! It made my day haha!

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simpjaes · 5 months

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HIIIIOOOOO ;_^_;

I’m on my period dreaming abt Jaykeeeeeee as the number 1 Jaykeeee whore I thought I’d let you know I can’t stop picturing Jayke so obsessed with their girl they even eat her out on her period ;O

Don’t hate meeeee oymygod I love you smmmmmm ;’~D heartttuuuu<333333!!!!!

oomf all you had to do was say "saltburn jayke" but you rly went full out cotton candy slut mode with this but okay ily i guess

warnings: period munching, if you can't deal with blood don't read this bc it's a mess but they like it so............

It's a thing.

These days anyway. Then again, you probably shouldn't be surprised considering you've managed to bag two boyfriends who love you to the end of the earth and back.

It's the fact that they don't even compete. They actually contrast each other, where one may be too tired and the other is full of energy. Or one rough, the other too soft to lay a hand on you in a way that might sting.

It's kind of nice.

Especially during your period.

For months, every month, they try to encourage you. They're not grossed out. They're just your happy, pretty boyfriends, wanting nothing more than to taste another sweet flavor of you.

You could argue this flavor isn't nearly as sweet as they hope it to be, but it doesn't change the fact that they're the only one to make you feel safe and comfortable enough to allow such a thing.

It always started with Jake, rutting himself against you despite knowing what time of the month it is. Leaving little sighs of "please," and "blood doesn't scare me, it'll help your cramps." Followed shortly by Jay just behind you, hugging you away from Jake unemotionally just so you can feel how turned on he is. "He's right, baby, we can lay down a towel? Get in the shower?" You always denied it, up until this point anyway. Where Jake is already crawling between your legs where Jay is holding them open. You feel gross, but they don't entirely let you give in to that insecurity. The point is, you were okay with them fucking you like this, not tasting it.

They both seemed to be on a war path though. The second you nodded Jake was on his knees and Jay was jumping into action to give his girlfriend's boyfriend easy access. It's the fact that Jake likes it. Dips in like there's nothing seeping out of you but the sweet essence of arousal. Arguably, you'd think whatever it is he's tasting is much thicker than usual. Much more metallic.

But oh, when he pulls back with that drunken and crooked smile on his face, lips lined with red, dripping down his chin, you find it hard not to hide your face initially.

He looked so beautiful. Jay made sure you could see it, gently removing your arms with his own smile, flicking his head back to Jake as if he couldn't wait his own turn.

"Come on, he loves it. Don't be embarrassed." Jay says, voice seeped with ease and arousal. And Jake would remain silent, licking his lips, thumbing the blood against his chin up and against that same already bloodied tongue before Jay moves down and makes room for himself. Spreading your legs impossibly wide, Jay appears far more eager after seeing Jake enjoy himself with each and every scent and flavor of you. Licking up the blood like he was truly born a vampire. Like the blood fills him with life and youth. It kind of fucks you up, really, watching them take turns dip in as if you're not an absolute cramping mess before them, but they take their time.

All the way until your muscles are forced to tense, and then relax, and tense again, and relax again. The mixture of blood and cum shared between both of them to the point all they can do is moan into each other's mouth, both aiming at your clit in a mess of warmth. Feeling two tongues in the same spot has always been a lot to take in, but all of it paired with everything else, along with seeing that pretty red contrast with their moaning mouths, on the tips of their noses, smeared against their chins? What's not to love about mother nature at this point?

#hardthots #enhypen smut #jake smut #jay smut #THIS IS............#ask #anon

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Feels So Good Getting What I Want

pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: you've returned home for the first time in months with news, and for the first time with shuri. you're admittedly nervous, and she's there for moral support, but shuri has a keen way of getting what she wants that may make relaying said news to your parents a tad bit harder.

word count: 6.3k

contains: smut (18+), slight thigh riding, oral (shuri receiving), strap!reader, sub!shuri, softdom!reader, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, needy!shuri, tribbing, aftercare (shuri receiving), coming out scene, fluff

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @awarm-sundaynight

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soooooo this completely got away from me! this was not the initial fic i was going to post, but i was dying to write sub!shuri smut so here we are. i did tear up just a tad writing this. i am unable to write smut without a fluffy ending idk, i’m not well mentally. shuri deserves to be serviced. shouts out to oomf for the translations. please enjoy <333

translations: wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam - welcome to your home my child, ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata - i missed you mom and dad, cela - please, sthandwa - my love

You smoothed your clammy hands down your sides as you stepped out of the car. Wide brown eyes scanned your childhood home, from the large front door all the way up to the balcony outside your bedroom. Your potted plants looked well taken care of, no doubt your mother’s doing.

Being home rarely came with nerves, seeing your family was not an often occurrence, and you were usually elated to be back. But this time was different, vastly. This time you did not return alone, and this time you returned with news. Your feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to stride up the front steps. You took in the house once again. So many memories wrapped up within those walls.

Growing up, your father instilled the significant role the Mining Tribe played in Wakanda's advancement, he took pride in being a leader in your community, and his pride reflected in you. His teachings were what drew you to Vibranium in the first place, what made you want to study it, and all of its capabilities. Studying science is what drew Shuri to you. She could not resist the presence of another young, gorgeous mind in her lab. Her words.

The images made you smile a bit, reminiscing on the many times your mother had to pry you from his lap in his office. Simpler times. Coming home after many months away unsettled you now though, the idea of speaking to your parents sent your stomach into a frenzy. You were not the same as when you saw them last, instead, you were an improved version of yourself, more confident.

But said confidence seemed to escape you now that you were reaching for it.

“Are you going to stand in that spot like a statue forever?” Shuri's amused tone snuck up behind you, fingers wrapped tightly around both your suitcases.

You huffed a breath. “Maybe if I remain still enough they won't see me.”

“Wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam! My baby!” The door swung open and your mother rushed down the steps.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes at Shuri's snarky comment.

You were in your mother’s embrace before you knew it. She rocked you from side to side and you returned the hug. Your father emerged soon after, followed by your younger sister.

“Oh, how we’ve missed you, my dear.” You hugged your father, then your sister.

“Ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata. I am glad to be back.”

Shuri stood awkwardly behind you watching you greet your family. She refused to interrupt, and you were sort of relieved she hadn't spoken yet. You had a feeling it was her way of helping you prolong the inevitable.

She caught your sister's eyes then, and they widened like saucers. “Um, why is the Queen here?! You know the Queen?!”

Your parents’ attention shifted to Shuri too and she waved shyly. “Hello.”

“Your Majesty, we were not informed you would be arriving. Our apologies.” Your father tried to bow, but Shuri stopped him.

She moved in closer to you, and realization flashed within your sister's eyes. She smirked with a hum and you narrowed your eyes. Your parents, however, were none the wiser.

“Please, call me Shuri. I am only here as a friend to this one here. I hope it is okay that I stay.”

Your mother nodded. “Well of course, but I am sorry our guest room is not prepared.”

“Oh, I'm sure they would not mind sharing a room. All good friends do it, right?” Your sister pointed her loaded question at you and you huffed.

Your mother’s eyes were back on you, then Shuri. “Is this something you are comfortable with your Majesty?”

“Shuri. And yes, it's more than fine.” They nodded and began ushering everyone inside. Your family filed in ahead of you and Shuri, your feet still refusing to move. A sharp pinch to your butt caused you to yelp. Shuri concealed her laughter, feigning confusion as your family turned to see what was going on.

You waved them off with a lame excuse of stubbing your toe on a rock before shooting her Majesty a glare.

“That's sure to get those feet moving.” She hopped up the steps at lightning speed, both bags in one hand, and was through the door in seconds. You were still getting used to that, her newfound agility. Inhaling a deep breath, you finally moved toward the house and stepped into the foyer. You did miss home, a lot.

You missed the smell of your mother’s cooking, her baking, the strong cinnamon scent that clung to all the furniture. You missed it all terribly, and you were delighted to finally be back.

•••

After getting settled in your old room, you made your way downstairs for the tea your mother prepared, where you found Shuri already engaging with your family as though she'd known them most of her life.

You loved that about her. You loved everything that she was, but her ability to make a home in everyone's hearts with zero effort would always be one of your favorite things. Her laugh echoed through the kitchen as she chatted with your father. Your mother served her cookies and she accepted them graciously, biting into one with an exaggerated moan.

She beamed, despite the recent dark clouds looming over her life, Shuri was the sun — forever shining, forever heating your heart in the way only she could. She emerged from the storm not drenched in rain, but sun-kissed and resilient as ever.

You were staring, and you knew it, but you didn't care. Her smile still gave you butterflies. They fluttered inside you, the warm hibiscus tea only making them more excited as it slithered down to your depths.

“If your goal is to out yourself before you are ready, staring at the Queen like that is a sure way to do it.”

Your sister's voice startled you, and you rolled your eyes at her smug smile. “That is not my goal.”

“Well, I was fooled.” She made herself a cup of tea and stood near you behind the counter. “You could not help yourself, could you? You couldn't have fallen for someone regular, it had to be the Queen of our country. How did you manage to pull off the trick of the century, eh?”

Still as nosy as ever, still as rude. You scoffed and she laughed lightly. “You should mind your business.”

“Have you come here to tell them? Is that why you've come home after nine months?”

You sighed. She would not leave you alone, not until she got her answers, so you decided to bite. “I will tell them when I am ready.”

“Or they will figure it out before you get the chance to, with the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Oh big sister, are you in love, truly?” Her eyes twinkled and you knew her interest was genuine.

A silly question really. Was it possible to exist inside of Shuri's world and not love her? “I am.”

Your sister squealed and pulled you in tight, drawing the attention of your parents and Shuri. The moment her eyes were on you, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. It was only the two of you.

“Bast, the two of you lack self-control. But I find it endearing I suppose.” She skipped off to her room after waving shyly at Shuri, having lost all interest in your conversation.

Your father ushered you over to the living room. “Come come, my baby. The Queen tells us you are now head of the design group at her lab, this is true?”

“Unofficially.”

Shuri shook her head, patting her lap for you to sit, and you almost took the bait, until you remembered where you were. You sat next to her on the couch instead and she blushed before speaking. “Officially. I am unable to frequent the lab as I used to now that I am Queen, so most of my responsibilities will fall to you. I will make the official announcement when we return.”

You wanted to kiss her, but you settled on a simple thank you.

“You know this interest in Vibranium started as a child. Always begging to go to the Great Mound with me every day.”

Your mother nodded in agreement. “This is true. These two were inseparable, thick as thieves. I see all of those late-night teachings have paid off.”

Shuri's grin was wide, prideful as she listened to your mother and father gush about your nerdy ways. You could tell she liked them, and they loved her, and it made you happy.

•••

Shuri shifted restlessly next to you. You were attempting to read a book before bed, but her twists and turns were a serious distraction. She'd been like this for the three nights you two spent at your parent’s house so far, and you knew why, you just chose to promptly ignore it.

Your days were usually fine, your sister and Shuri drew quickly to each other, having bonded over their love of teasing you and that younger sister complex they so clearly had. Nights were different. Shuri grew needy, whiny, and you had to suppress your natural instincts to tend to her.

She huffed a whine, pushing her right hand through her curls. “I cannot take this any longer.”

“Are you hot my darling? I can open a window if that would make you feel better.” Eyes never peeled from your book as you spoke. The irritated groan she gave you made you chuckle, and you turned the page.

“Why haven't you touched me? It's been days, I have never gone this long without your touch. Please, I need it now.”

You placed a warm palm on her shoulder and squeezed. “Touch.”

“That is not what I meant.” Shuri pouted and you grinned to yourself.

You licked your lips, turning another page. “What of those years before you knew me, or my touch? What would you do on those restless nights?”

“If you're suggesting I pleasure myself, I assure you, I will do it. I need friction, and if you're unwilling to provide–”

You looked up from your book finally after hearing her threat, eyes hot and scolding. “Oh? Is that what you are prepared to do, sthandwa? By all means...”

“Only if you keep neglecting me. I just crave your hands all over me. I need you.” Her voice was a whisper, alerting you she wasn't quite bold enough to challenge you in that regard.

“My sweet, you know why it has to be this way. I have yet to speak to my parents, haven't told them about us.”

“Your parents are not infants, I’m sure they have already figured it out. Do you often bring Wakandan royalty home with you on your visits? Do you usually sleep in the same bed with them?”

You sighed, acknowledging she was probably right. You’d noticed the way your mother eyed you in the kitchen when you insisted on making Shuri's breakfast for her. She liked it a certain way, and only you knew how to prepare it. You peeped how she nudged your father as you placed the plate before her, squeezing her fingers and fighting the urge to kiss them, and the tattoos decorating them.

“They believe we are just friends. Nothing else as of right now, and I don't want to risk them finding out we are more when they hear your screams of my name. I have an image to maintain in their minds, you know?”

Shuri sat up near the headboard and turned to face you, gasping dramatically. “I will not apologize for enjoying myself when we are intimate. If I’m loud, it is only because you're doing a fantastic job and I want you to know that. You want to remain innocent in their minds, but we both know you are nothing of the sort.”

“And that is precisely why me touching you right now is a terrible idea.”

“I can be good, I promise. I just need to feel you.” Shuri pried the book from your hands, plopping it on the nightstand before straddling your lap. You were adamant about denying her, but your treacherous body gave in the moment her lips found your neck, melting under the feeling.

She rocked her hips against your thigh and you could already feel how damp her crotch was through her briefs.

“Shuri…” You breathed out when her teeth grazed your nipples through your thin sleep shirt.

“I need you, my love. Please.” Her rhythm of humping your leg was picking up and so were her small cries. The idea of her getting off just by rubbing against you had you soaked. Your hands were still at your sides, and it was growing harder to resist placing them on her hips to guide her.

Shuri threw her head back with a moan and you watched her work in complete adoration. “I'm so wet for you my love, want you to taste me.”

“You can't say things like that, Shuri. My restraint can only last so long.” You moaned lowly with her, your arousal intensifying at the sight of her actions.

“Stop resisting me. Please me.”

You let out a long groan. “My parents are in the other room. I can't–”

“Please? I need you, only you.” Words she knew would drive you up a wall. You pulled her in by her throat, crashing your lips to hers. Shuri giggled into the kiss, knowing she would win, she always did. Wet mouths devoured each other, peppering hot pecks along necks and jawlines.

Your hands gripped her hips, helping her rhythm, steadying her, your lips still on hers.

“Lay back for me my dear.” Shuri followed your instructions in excitement. She always took pride in getting you to do bad things. You hovered above her, connecting your lips sloppily whilst sliding her boxers down.

The second your fingers pressed onto her clit, she screeched. She was wetter than you'd ever felt and you couldn't fight your desire to taste her. “You said you would be good.”

You spoke your words before dipping your two Shuri-coated fingers into your mouth. She watched, eyes wide, nibbling on her bottom lip, as you tasted her.

“I'm sorry. I'm only excited, I will be better.” Shuri pulled her shirt off and spread her legs, inviting you all the way in, and who were you to deny yourself? Overindulging in her was an acquired skill. Your lips met her neck, biting a little, and she whimpered.

“Do that again.” A shameless request, and you obliged, pulling her skin between your teeth. She hissed at the pain, and you smiled into the action. Your tongue licked the indent you made before placing a gentle kiss there.

Moving further down her figure, you pulled her right nipple into your mouth and tweaked the left, then switched, giving them both equal attention. She gasped, too loud for your liking and you glared at her.

“Shuri.” Her name on your lips was scolding enough, and she apologized once again. You returned your mouth to her nipples and she allowed herself soft, short breaths. She was a mess, and you’d barely begun.

You pecked your way down her stomach, nibbling on her abs and she purred. Soft sucks on her waist were sure to leave bruises. Finally, you reached the place where you knew she needed you most. A glorious sight, Shuri's pussy was the prettiest thing, and was high up on your list of favorite things about her.

“Is all of this for me?” You glanced at her glistening folds, running your middle finger through her pool, then back to her eyes and she nodded. You pressed a kiss to her drenched clit before beginning a light suck, wanting to test her promise. All she gave you was a quiet whine and you smiled. Your mouth worked her soft bud and you brought your fingers into the mix, slipping them inside her without effort.

Moaning at the way her heat responded to your touch was an immediate reaction as you ate her out. Her wetness was a taste you could never grow tired of.

The acts of slurping her clit and finger fucking her hole had her thrashing about. “Yes! Yes! Oh, right there!”

It was too much for her, you knew that, but you also needed her to behave. You pulled your fingers from inside her and licked her clit one last time before climbing back up her body. “My love, I do not enjoy being disobeyed.”

“Feels too good.” Her lids were stamped shut as she pulled her nipples.

You rolled your eyes in defeat and stood, sliding your lacy panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them. They were balled inside your fist before you returned to the bed. “Open.”

She did as you asked and you shoved the fabric into her pretty little mouth. “I would advise you to breathe through your nose darling.”

Your hungry lips were back on her cunt again, devouring every inch of her saturated folds. Your tongue darted in and out of her hole and she clenched around it, back spiking off the bed. Shuri’s swollen clit twitched under your pruned thumb and the sloshing only increased. Not once did her moans elevate above a desperate hum.

You were enjoying yourself, reveling in the taste of her juices splashed all over your face. You lapped every drop up and she wiggled, grinding harder into your mouth and tongue.

Three fingers pumped her and Shuri shot up instantly. She peered down at you between her thighs through hooded eyes as you fucked and sucked her, nodding her head in approval. She looked so sexy with your panties sticking out her mouth, chest heaving, and covered in sweat. It was nearly enough to send you all the way over untouched.

“Am I the only person to ever make you feel this good, my Queen?”

Her fingers locked in your tight coils, guiding your head up and down her wet cunt. “Mhmm.”

Nimble digits stretched her leaking entrance, slow at first, then your pace accelerated. Your eyes trained on her barely open ones, and you knew.

You spanked her pussy lips with your free hand, daring her to make a sound. Pride filled you when she continued her hums, eyes rolling all the way back in her head. “Come for me, do it for me, baby. In my mouth.”

She grunted in the back of her throat, grabbing your head and grinding her sensitive nub firm against your tongue. Shuri's head flew backward, her breathing picking up, and she trapped your head in between her shaking thighs. Her hold was tighter than ever, and you could barely breathe.

The strength of the Black Panther was a force to be reckoned with, still, you would be happy to be rendered unconscious by her power. You were growing to love it, got off on it even.

Shuri came with a long gurgle, and her squeeze loosened. You gasped for air, fingers still deep inside her, soaking up her intense clench. "I'm so proud of my perfect girl."

She fell back into the pillows and you went up to join her, lips dripping with her cum. You took one last look at her stuffed cheeks and smiled before removing your undergarments.

“Are you satisfied now my dear? Have I touched you enough?”

She shook her head, barely maintaining her grin as her orgasm swam within her system and coursed through her veins. “More. Need more.”

“More? More of what, my sweet?” You were not at all surprised by her response. Once you gave Shuri a taste of anything, she would always want more, her amplified stamina only made the hunger ten times worse.

Your back was against the headboard, and she sat up to face you. Shuri reached to tug your top off and you let her, eyes lighting up at the sight of your round breasts and hard nipples. She massaged them with both hands, a smirk dangling from her mouth.

You let out a deep sigh when her thumb flicked your sensitive nipples. She knew the slightest contact was enough to have your head swimming. “This is not about me. Tell me what you would like more of, Shuri.”

“More of you on me.”

You licked your lips, needing to taste her cum once more. You knew what she was asking for, and you were fully prepared to protest, then she put your boob in her mouth, tongue swirling ferociously, and all thoughts of saying no evaporated from your mind.

“Okay.”

She clapped her hands, already getting into position. Shuri was on her back again, pulling her ankles all the way back near her ears, and wiggling her toes. Fuck. She was showing off, and you loved every second of it. Her flexibility was such a turn on and it increased the thumping at your core. Cum still dripped from inside her, running all between her lips and folds, and you longed for another taste.

It was like Shuri read your mind as you watched her dip a digit inside herself, bringing it to her mouth to suck.

A grin plastered on your face when she moaned at her own flavor. “You're beyond filthy, you know that?”

“And you love it.” She giggled, grabbing her leg again.

You mounted her, thighs on either side of the backs of hers. Your clit was on her clit instantly and you both moaned aloud. Reprimanding her was out of the question this time, seeing as you broke the rule also.

“Ready?” Shuri nodded and you moved, sliding your cunt up and down her own. Your eyes were trained on her and how she parted her lips. She let her moans and cries pile in her throat, not wanting to disappoint you. Your clits knocked together angrily with your sinister pace and you were fighting screams of your own.

Your slick mingled with Shuri’s cum from her first orgasm, creating a low, continuous squelch as you rode her. She was losing hold of her shins as her pleasure built up, up, up, and you gripped her feet.

“Mmm, sthandwa, you feel so good against me, getting me wet. You’re being so good and quiet.”

She moved her head up and down needing more praise.

“Doing amazing for me,” You rolled your hips into hers intensely, the pressure of being clit to clit already tugging on your orgasm. “What a good girl, allowing me to make you feel so good. You're perfect.”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” Shuri bucked up into you, amplifying the sensation you were both feeling, chasing the release you both craved.

Praising her subsided the obscenities threatening to escape you. You felt a little guilty now, forcing her to remain quiet through all of this. She was correct, it did feel too good.

“I'm going to come for you again. Only you can make me come.” She whispered her words and they floated up to your ears sweetly. The bed creaked slightly, but not loud enough to cause concern, so you kept going, gliding your bud against her sore one.

Your pussy leaked onto hers, sloshing and sloshing. Shuri pinched your nipples as you pressed her legs back further, needing a better angle. That pang of pleasure had you reeling.

“F-Faster!” She whisper-shouted and you considered it. Picking up the pace would mean more noise, but you weren't thinking straight, not with Shuri's sopping cunt rubbing against yours. It was a gamble you’d have to be okay with. You did as she suggested, increasing your speed of grinding into her.

You were both close, and you knew there was no way either of you could ride your orgasms out without a sound. You leaned in, muttering to her before kissing her roughly, still maintaining your speedy pace.

“Come with me my darling.” It pushed her over, you too, and you were both coming hard, bliss rocketing through you as you swallowed each other's mewls.

Slippery strings of cum and slick tied your pussies together, and the wonderful squishing was not a thing you wanted to end, but it had to. Dipping your digits into your mess, you let the mixture of your juices dance on your tastebuds, eyes flicking shut. You rolled beside Shuri, body spasming uncontrollably from the immense rush of ecstasy. Heavy breathing filled your ears as Shuri nuzzled into your perspiring frame, shaking just as you were.

“I love you so much.” You kissed her head, and something told you she still wanted more. You were fresh out of reasons to deny her now, having felt the same rush you're sure was driving her. “How else can I make my baby happy?”

“Inside.” She kissed you and it took no time for you to return it.

You glared at her, dumbfounded. “Surely you didn't pack it with your things, Shuri?”

Her grin was conformation enough and you rolled over dramatically. “You are very, very bad. In my parent's home? The home they raised me in? Sthandwa, I don't know about this.”

“I know I can be good, I know it! Please? I won't take long, I promise!”

You agreed, and she shot out of the bed. Amazing, the way she moved like she hadn't just experienced two shattering orgasms. Your single one was still filtering through you and you could barely keep your eyes open, but Shuri was anxious to grab her strap-on from her bag whilst still floating on hers.

When she returned, she acknowledged your exhaustion, so she put it on for you. It didn't take long before the device was on you, and adjusted to your body. Shuri was already sprawled out beside you and you hovered over her.

You slapped the dildo against her slippery pussy, causing her wetness to splash on the insides of her thighs.

The tip teased her tired hole and a tiny whimper darted from her parted lips. You loved that melody. “You have to be quiet my Queen. Don't want to get in trouble with my parents.”

Shuri nodded eagerly, wiggling her hips in attempts to get the toy deeper inside her on her own. This displeased you and you frowned. You leaned forward, tugging her nipples harshly and she winced.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to, understand?”

Shuri stopped her wordless response, giving you one that satisfied. “Yes my love, I will be quiet.”

“And I am not fond of your impatience either. Trust that I will fuck you when I am ready.”

“I'm sorry, I will be good for you.” The softness of her voice made your clit jump. Seeing Shuri this way, desperate and hungry for you, was something you enjoyed entirely too much. You loved hearing her whine, loved seeing her shudder as she succumbed to frustration.

You slid the thick toy through her damp folds slowly, dragging it out for as long as you could. Shuri was gnawing on her bottom lip below you, biting back strings of moans. “Tell me where you want it, my dear.”

She stuttered, sucking in some air to help her speak. “I-Inside. I want you inside of me, deep.”

Her words were all you needed. You scooted up the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, deciding last minute you wanted her in a different position. Shuri caught on to the change in plans immediately, and she was on your lap soon after.

She sank onto the large strap, stretching herself wide with a gasp. She met your eyes, and you reminded her of her promise of silence. You rocked in and out of Shuri’s tight pussy, loosening her up with each hard thrust. Her arms slung around your neck to keep herself upright and you gripped her waist as you fucked up into her.

“How does that feel, my dear?” You did not think it possible that she could get any wetter, but she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier.

All she managed were dumb little babbles. Shuri's nails clawed into your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and your nipples grazed. Holding the power to make her feel everything as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“What did I say?”

“Yes. You make me feel so good, only you.” You smiled then, intensifying your pounding and rocking the bed.

You slammed into her again and again, watching her tits jump, and she humped you back just as fiercely. Her resilience was a wonder. “So greedy, taking me so well.”

You hit her bundle of nerves deep within and she bit down on your shoulder with everything she had. Pain whipped through your body, dancing with your pleasure and the vibrations you felt from her riding you, and you whimpered.

If the tears rolling down Shuri’s face were any indication, it was apparent she was approaching her climax, and stifling her moans was becoming a task of the past.

You kissed her tear-stained cheeks gently as you bucked into her pussy. “It's okay baby, let it out. You're so stunning when you cry for me.”

You no longer cared about keeping her quiet, you only wanted to make the love of your life feel amazing.

Her moans picked up the higher she got, and you reassured her with loud, breathy mewls of your own.

“S-So pretty, and all mine.” You hummed, massaging circles into her clit as you fucked her with intention.

“I'm yours! Only yours!”

Shuri squirted all over the dildo, your crotch, spraying the sheets as she came. Her scream was boisterous, booming, sure to startle birds from their nests. It was long and loud, and it made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her bouncing chest. You kissed the space between her breasts before gently pulling out and laying her down on her side of the bed.

You leapt up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to tidy her up. Shuri was half asleep then, all curled in on herself. “I need to clean you up my darling.”

She hummed when you began: dabbing the insides of her thighs, wiping the remnants of cum from her stomach and her most delicate, flinching a little at the heat before she relaxed into it.

You carried her naked body to the bath that you were running, placing her inside ever so carefully. Suds covered her as you washed her back, her shoulders, and legs, massaging her muscles in the process.

When you finished, you wrapped her in a fluffy green towel and dressed her at your window seat. Fresh boxers and a large t-shirt of her choosing. She laughed when you lathered cocoa butter on her legs and feet, informing you that it tickled.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed the sheets you tucked her in bed, kissing her cheek before climbing in next to her. You wrapped yourself around her and she spooned you tight, tracing her teeth marks on your shoulder. Face pressed to her chest, listening to her breathing even out, you let your eyes flutter shut, and sleep overtook you.

•••

Dread, and Shuri’s limbs tangled all around you glued you to your bed as you thought of facing your family.

Now that you were coherent, everything wrong with what you and Shuri did the night before flashed through your mind. You did not regret the sex, obviously, but there was regret about doing something like that with your parents and sister doors away.

You were honestly terrified about ever leaving the room. You and Shuri would just have to slip out the window, without a goodbye, forever because you could never look them in the eyes again.

She stirred awake beside you with a smile and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, my everything.”

“No. No good morning. Bad morning, very, very bad morning.”

Shuri laughed, sitting up so she could fully view you and your terror. “Let me guess. Right now your brain is actively concocting some sort of escape plan, in which we flee this room, maybe even the country, so you may never have to face your family again. Am I correct?”

“Your suit! Activate your Black Panther suit and shimmy us out the window, I'm begging!”

Her amusement was truly daunting. Did she not realize your parents would now hate her? “I'm hungry.”

She peered at you through puppy dog eyes and you had no choice but to give in. “Fine. We shall face the music together, as a couple, a unit.”

“The music is what your parents heard coming from within these walls last night.”

You smacked her chest. “Shuri!”

“They heard you scream that too.” You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned.

After your many protests, she finally managed to get you out of the room and down to the kitchen. The silence was heavy, and eerie, as though no one was home, which you knew was not possible.

“We don't know that they heard us, relax, my love.” Her words were not reassuring.

When the two of you rounded the corner, three sets of disturbed eyes found you. “Never mind.”

“Good morning.” There was no response. You decided to ignore it, starting on your and Shuri’s breakfast instead. You brought the food over to where she sat at the kitchen table and she smiled before digging in.

Everyone ate in silence, the sounds of silverware clanging against bowls and plates filling the air. You decided there was no time like the present.

“I am aware that there is a ginormous elephant in the room with us right now, I would like to address it.”

Your sister was the first one to speak. “The two of you disgust me far more than you could ever know, and yet my respect for you has somehow grown.”

Shuri’s laughter was shrill and you shot her a murderous glance. She apologized and went back to her food, but you took note of her sly grin.

“Cela, we do not have to talk about it. I just want to enjoy my breakfast.” The look of disappointment on your mother's face was one you expected, and your father had yet to meet your eyes.

Your gaze was back on Shuri as you squeezed her hand under the table. She shrugged, but you could tell her nerves were buzzing in anticipation of what you would say next.

“There is something you should know about us, about me.”

Your mother sucked her teeth. “I just said I do not want to talk about it.”

“It is not that. I-I am,” Shuri's grip on your hand under the table grew firmer, more encouraging. “I like women. And I am with Shuri.”

“I think we were subjected to finding that out against our will. The entire city has to know also.” Your mother pinched your sister and she shreiked.

You sighed. “The Queen and I are engaged to be married.”

Your father's eyes bolted up as he heard your words, but still, he said nothing.

Shuri cleared her throat beside you, deciding to give you a beat to breathe, aware of how difficult this was for you.

“I am in love with your daughter, and I wish to spend my life with her, have her rule by my side. She is brilliant and beautiful, and perfect. She takes care of me in ways I could never achieve on my own, and there isn't anything I would not do for her. She stood by my side through it all, fought with me, did everything for me. I would like to return all of her efforts by marrying her and loving her until my last days.”

You heard a low gasp come from your sister and she moved swiftly to wipe her tears. “That was beautiful…if you like that sort of thing.”

Your own tears went unnoticed by you, it was Shuri who swatted them away. Your chest was heavy, and you wheezed.

“Say something, please.” Your puffy eyes were on your parents who only looked back and forth between each other.

“We love you. We want only for you to be happy.” Your breath stuttered when your father finally spoke.

You sniffed. “Shuri makes me happy.” You smiled softly at her and she returned it.

“Then this engagement has our blessing. My Queen, take good care of our baby.”

Shuri nodded, bringing your fingers to her lips. “If we are to be family, you must start calling me Shuri.”

“I would just like to let it be known, I knew there was more than just a friendship between you two the moment you arrived. Truly, you did nothing to hide it.”

Your parents agreed with your sister's sentiment, admitting they too suspected something and you gasped. “I told you they knew.”

“Well, we have a wedding to prepare for!” Your mother clapped and everyone cheered.

“My Qu–, Shuri, I do have one request before we begin our planning.”

Shuri straightened. “Anything.”

“You will sleep in the guest room for the duration of your stay. I cannot bear a repeat of last night, not while you are under this roof.”

Shuri flushed at your father's admonishment, feeling the same shame you had been bathing in since you opened your eyes, and you felt no desire to ease it.

“Of-Of course.”

The awkwardness shifted a tad, everyone wrapped up in wedding talk. Your brown eyes found Shuri’s amidst it all, tuning out all of the noise, it was only the two of you — existing only for each other.

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frogg093 · 1 year

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Okay okay okay so imagine this;

Teenager!Kunikuzushi flies to Sumeru to visit his beloved Aunt Buer and stay with her for the summer. She lives in a nice, cozy neighborhood where the locals are mostly lonely elders or large families, whose children come home to visit and spend time with them during summer break. The neighbors are all friendly with each other and generally know each other pretty well, visiting during the day, offering meals to elders who are too tired to cook, and helping each other clean or prepare for their families to come and visit.

It was a quiet afternoon in the house. Kunikuzushi had just finished unpacking his things into the guest room. The smell of fresh spices wafted through the air and graced his nostrils, urging him to walk to the kitchen where his Aunt Buer was standing on a stool, preparing dinner. He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent a smile at the way she stood on her toes to see over the pot.

"Aunty, do you need help?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Kuni, perfect timing! I don't need help here, but could you go and tidy up the living room, please? One of the neighbors is coming over with one of their children in an hour." Buer informed with a smile.

Kunikuzushi let out a sigh before he could remember to bite it back, "Okay." He nodded and turned to leave.

Kunikuzushi examined the spotless living room one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket and falling back onto the plush couch with a soft 'oomf'. The sound of three soft knocks drifted through the house.

"Kuni! Can you come get the door? My hands are full!" Buer shouted from the kitchen.

"Coming!" He shouted back as he pushed himself off the couch. He dropped his phone in his pocket and smoothed out his clothes as he mentally prepared himself to socialize with some random person. When he opened the door, he saw your mother standing at the door with a kind smile on her face and her hair in a messy, low bun. Standing shyly behind her was you, holding a covered tray of desserts.

"Hello, Kunikuzushi! It's been a while. You're as handsome as ever!" Your mother giggled and pinched his cheek. His face slightly warmed and you looked away to ease his embarrassment.

"Please, come in. Aunty is finishing up with dinner." Kunikuzushi said warmly to your mother.

"Thank you, young man." She nodded and walked in first.

"Thank you," You said quietly, nodding at him as you stepped forward. You were shocked by the cold glare you received. Was this really the kind, sweet boy your mother and aunty Buer always told you about?! You cleared your throat as you walked past him, his eyes boring into the back of your head and sending a shiver down your spine. His coldness was quickly forgotten as you entered the warm yellowish glow of Buer's home and the delicious scent danced in the air. Kunikuzushi lead you and your mother to the kitchen, where Buer was washing her hands.

"Ah, [Mother's name]! It's so nice to see you!" She quickly dried her hands and walked up to your mother.

"Hello, Buer! How have you been?" Your mother beamed as she clasped Buer's hands in her own.

"Quite well, thank you!" She gave your mother's hands a squeeze as she turned to you. "Hello there, [name]! You've gotten bigger!" She excitedly skipped over to you, and you kneeled down so she could hug you and pinch your cheeks. You didn't get bigger at all, actually, but it made sense for someone as small as Buer to assume so, so you overlooked it.

"I missed you, aunty. We brought desserts for you and your nephew." In an attempt to get something aside from a disgusted look out of him, you smiled up at Kunikuzushi, who spared you a glance before dismissing you and looking back to Buer.

"How sweet of you! You can just leave them on the counter for now." She beamed.

"[name], why don't you two go sit in Kunikuzushi's room while me and Buer chat?" Your mother smiled at you, completely aware of the despair in your eyes at the thought of having to socialize with someone new, let alone the absolutely terrifying Kunikuzushi who was supposed to be 'the sweetest boy ever!', according to your mother and Buer.

Buer gave Kunikuzushi a firm look, her eyes telling him to 'behave'. You stood up and nervously pulled on the sleeve of your shirt.

"Okay, mama." You said quietly as Kunikuzushi gestured for you to follow him with a nod of his head. You gave your mother one last look, begging for her pity as you hurried to follow Kunikuzushi. She only smiled at you in faux oblivion before turning her attention back to Buer. You couldn't help but feel like a lamb, skipping mindlessly to the slaughter as Kunikuzushi lead you through the hallway to the guest room.

You whisper a prayer to the archons above as you enter the room.

Let's hope Kunikuzushi isn't as mean as he looks...

♡ Part 2

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 5 months

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Levi one shot (cont.)

A/N : merry christmas to those who celebrate and happy birthday to our lord and savior Levi Ackerman. I’ve been working on this for 3 days and did everything in my power to finish it today for his bday 💚 starting the third part now

Here is the link to part 1 but you don’t need to read it to make sense

MDNI 18+

cw: giving head, penetration, praise kink, alcohol, spitting, showering together, being sore from sex, being a shy little bbygirl

You were adapting well to squad Levi after your first day. Captain Levi took things a little easier on you and you were able to prove your talent through the other integration trainings.

It was the cold season so the scouts weren’t going on exploratory missions, but rather impromptu help needed near the walls.

Erwin approached you one day and asked if you Petra and Hange would be interested in planning the Scout’s winter solstice party, a new tradition he is starting since he is now basically second in charge. He explains that he wants you in charge due to your great work ethic and your work on projects in the past with the scouts and paperwork etc.

“Yes sir! I’d be happy to.” He leans on the door frame of his office while you’re standing in the hallway. “Are there any particular guidelines? A dress code?”

“There is a pretty fancy abandoned scouts camp that looks like a castle. I was hoping we could get it cleaned up and spend an evening there. Give members an opportunity to wear something outside of the ol’ uniform for once.” Erwin winks at you. “If you need any additional help please let Captain Levi know and he can allocate some of your team as resources.”

You blush at the thought of having a non-work conversation with Captain Levi after what had happened previously but graciously agreed and thanked Erwin for selecting you.

Walking back to your room, you are engorged in the map that Erwin have you with directions on how to get to this party location. You round the last corner to your hallway and bump into someone solid with an “oomf”.

“L/n, what is this?” Captain Levi looks disgruntled at the collision and grasps the paper out of your hands.

“Hi Captain, my apologies sir, I just got delegated planning the winter party for the scouts. Erwin would like to have it at the location on the map.” You crisply respond avoiding eye contact.

“I’ve been there before. Do you need some help?”

Your jaw drops and closes before you know how to respond. With a little too much excitement for him, you answer, “That would be so great Captain!” Smiling brightly at him as he maintains a deadpan expression.

“I’m sure it will need cleaning. It’s been abandoned since I was a new recruit, they don’t take a lot of people there. The whole squad will go tomorrow. I’ll command cleaning and you can get all the guys to.. uh.. help move things.” He presses his lips together as a tiny smile takes over the corners of his lips.

“Yes sir thank you so much.”

“Stop by my office this evening and we can go over details.” He quickly breaks eye contact after this last sentence, a tinge of pink brushing across his cheeks to his nose.

“Yes Captain,” you smirk at him, and nod your head slipping around the corner and float to your room as quick as you can.

Little do you know Levi watched you as you walked away shaking his head and smirking.

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As dinner comes around you sit with your usual crew of Petra and Hange chatting over some soup, chicken, and bread. The two grow quiet as you finish talking about some ideas you have for the party. Petra clears her throat which signals you to stop taking, “Good evening Captain Levi,” she addresses and Hange follows with a “good evening.” You turn around to look up and greet him. “Hi sir, uh how can I help you?” He can’t help but notice the way your big doe eyes look up at him and what other act you may do for him looking up at him on your knees.

“Evening ladies,” he nods at the two across from you, then looking down at you over the bridge of his nose he struggles to keep eye contact as he asks “I was going to see if you’d like to walk back to my office with me.. for the um meeting we discussed earlier?” You notice a hint of bashfulness in his tone as you struggle to maintain your cool as well.

“Oh uh, yes sir, captain!” You stand up from your bench lifting your empty tray to return it to the dirty pile. He awkwardly walks about 2 steps behind you until you leave the food hall doors. Looking back to see most of your fellow scouts starring at the fact Captain Levi is leaving with a girl. Hange throws a wink your way giggling with Petra as Captain Levi walks in beside you now on the way to his office.

The walk consists of mutual silence, neither of you knowing what to ask each other without making it too weird. Almost as if you both forgot orgasming by yourself to each other a few weeks ago.

As you reach his office door, he holds it open for you as a small smile splays on your lips. He pulls out two chairs for you to sit on across from each other.

“Could I offer you some wine or tea?” He stands back up making his way across his neat office to wear he keeps all of his personal beverages.

“Um… whatever you’re having sir, I’ll have as well.” You smile with your teeth showing and he looks back over, almost as if he was impressed with your answer, raising his eyebrows with a smirk.

“Can you tell me about your plans for this party?” He asks as he starts opening a bottle and lifts two wine glasses out of the cupboard. You start explaining, “well sir, it’s very new to me as of this morning. I know the location and I believe we’ll have it next Saturday the 25th and the dress code will be fancy so people can dress up not in uniform.” As you finish he walks back over setting a glass down in front of you with no emotion showing on his face. As he sits down and straightens his jacket he stares into your eyes intensely. “The 25th? And your sure this is just a work party?”

“Yes sir, a winter solstice party per Erwin, and it falls on the Saturday after the shortest day of the year so I thought it would be great.”

He nods, sipping his wine and you follow. You wonder if there is something wrong with the 25th to him.

“I don’t know what condition this abandoned castle is in, I appreciate you lending the squad to help-”

“Were a team. And I believe a team is only as valuable as their work ethic and cleaning,” he cuts you off.

“Yes sir,” you nod taking another sip of wine. You note that if this conversation stays this awkward your glass of wine will be finished in no time.

“Please L/n, you don’t have to call me sir or captain behind closed doors, unless you want to of course.” It seems he turned his flirty tone on that you heard the other night, but you can’t tell.

“Oh um yes sir. Oh wait sorry um whatever you say.” You giggle at your stumble of words, “I’m just so used to addressing my superiors like that, it may be a hard habit for me to break.”

“By all means, if you’d like to call me that you can. I’m just letting you know I respect my squad enough that they don’t have to.”

“I suppose you’re right,” your cheeks tinge pink in the candle lights of his office. “I feel too old when people around here call me ma’am.” You roll your eyes teasingly as you see him crack a small smile.

You take another gulp of wine, noticing how he is staring at his glass, swirling the deep red liquid around, thinking.

“How did you decide to join the scouts?” He says once again with little emotion. You can’t tell if he actually cares or if he’s going to judge you for your answer.

“Well sir,” you blush as the title slips out but continue your sentence, “I was getting to the age where my parents were pressuring me to get a job or marry off to become a house wife to someone in the interior, and I didn’t want either of those things. I wanted to make my own choices and it seems like the only place women are respected within the walls is in the military.”

He raises his eyebrows, “interesting.” And takes the last sip of his wine glass. He stands up as you follow suit and grabs your glass to go refill them.

“Can I ask you how you got here sir?” Your voice raises nearly an octave of nervousness, knowing he doesn’t like to get too personal with anyone at all.

He doesn’t turn around to acknowledge he heard you, merely standing there in silence filling the glasses, finishing the bottle between the two of them. He turns around holding the two studying your face before he starts walking back towards you. “You haven’t heard the rumors? Why do you need to know from me?” His voice has a slight punch to it, you’re not sure if he’s angry, disappointed or a mixture.

“I’m sorry captain, I’ve heard the rumors, I just would prefer to hear it from you since you heard my story.” You reply shying back into your seat as he sets the glasses down again.

“Nobody usually cares to hear it from me. They’ve heard it from the higher ups and that’s enough for them,” he says looking at his shoes and not daring to make eye contact.

You stand up and rest your hand on his that is resting near his wine glass, “You don’t have to tell anyone anything, but if you do want to I’m here to listen.” He looks up at you as you say those last few words, a more gentle expression on his face from 2 minutes ago.

Levi dares to look away from your eyes only to look at your soft plump lips that always seem to be curved upwards. He can’t help but feel an urge to press his lips against your own. He looks back up at your beautiful eyes, licking his lips. He slides his hand out from under yours to take another sip of his wine.

You feel that he didn’t want you touching him so you move to sit back down across from him. “So uhm, tomorrow..” you start looking at your hands in your lap thinking about his mixed signals, “what time would you like to leave here?”

Levi clears his throat to get your lips on his out of his mind, “it’ll take about an hour on horse back to get there. I think we should try to get the squad to meet at 8 at the stables and head out as soon as everyone is ready.”

“Sounds great.” You feel your cheeks warming up from the almost half a bottle of wine that you have drank in such a short time frame. You still don’t dare to look up again, thinking about how you saw him looking at your lips but also brushing your hand away.

It is now captain Levi’s turn to stand up, reaching over to touch your chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “What are you thinking about, l/n?” You feel sparks on your skin where his fingers are, trying to think fast to come up with a lie but your brain short circuits.

“You,” you whisper.

“Really?” He whispers back, leaning down now so he is eye level to you. “And why is that pretty little head thinking about me?” You can smell the wine on his breath with the proximity of your faces, and you know he can smell it on you as well.

Your face shys away from his trying to look elsewhere in the room. His grip on your chin and jaw bone tightens, “I asked you a question, don’t get shy now, huh?” The newfound sultry voice he was speaking in made you feel like there were sparks in your lower stomach and between your legs.

“Well sir, we still haven’t really discussed what happened a few weeks ago and when I am around you alone I find it just… intoxicating” you respond with a smirk, not knowing who is going to initiate the kiss first.

“Hmm,” he backs his face away standing up straight again. He walks around behind your chair, moving your hair behind your ear and picking up the remaining few sips of wine you have in your glass. “Intoxicating you say?” He asks, lightly gripping your jaw again to tilt your head backwards to look at him.

“Open.” He looks at your lips again, and that spark you felt in your abdomen earlier seems to ignite all over your body. You comply to his request opening your mouth and keeping eye contact. He tilts half of the wine glass into his mouth and the remaining he pours into your open mouth. He is watching you intently as your throat bobs and you reopen your mouth for him, not knowing the glass was empty. He leans over spitting the wine that he had just had in his mouth into your open hole and closes your jaw for you.

Realizing what just happened an immense blush comes over your cheeks he walks around your chair to your front, motioning you to stand up now. Mere inches from your face he whispers “Good girl.” You whimper as your knees almost give out now realizing how turned on by this you are. His hand wraps around the back of your neck as he begins to lean forward to kiss you. After your lips barely connect he leans back, “does getting called good girl make you weak L/n?”

You don’t respond initially, leaning in to deepen the kiss. When you break away again you pant “Please call me y/n outside of work,” taking your turn to flip the cards on him.

The lust in his eyes darkens from a steel gray to almost black as you notice a bulge in his pants.

“Cmere y/n,” he says walking towards the one door off the side of his office. You feel chills all over your body hearing your first name roll off his tongue for the first time and follow him like a lost puppy through the mystery door. It turns out his sleeping quarters are right next to his office, a large bed neatly made with a few plants and another desk, and a small couch which looks like it’s never been sat on. He grabs your hands, “you can look around later, eyes on me.” He sits on the edge of the bed pulling you closer to him between his manspread legs. You begin to kiss him again, deeper, more passionately this time. Initiating your tongue entering his mouth, he groans and rolls his eyes back making your kiss vibrate some. Your mouths fight for power, biting at each others lips and twirling your tongues around each other. He wraps his arms around the small of your back pulling you to straddle his lap. You stumble down trying to continue kissing him all the while. He pulls back, fully smiling for the first time you’ve ever seen. He looks so impressed with you although you’ve hardly done anything.

You adjust your hips as you straddle him so the bulge in his pants runs right against the seam that goes up the middle of your pants. He goes for your ear and neck, kissing and licking. You pull at his uniform jacket sleeves as permission to take it off him. He mumbles something along the lines of “go ahead” against your neck and you pull off the sleeves and throw the jacket further back on the bed. Your fingers reach to undo his cravat but he pulls away, hand grabbing the collar of your shirt. “Tch, not so fast my dear. You want to see me that bad? You desperate for your captain?”

It then hits you that you are currently hooking up with your superior and your eyes widen, regret filling them but the wetness in between your legs being too bad to ignore.

“‘Ts okay baby, if it makes you feel better this is my first time hooking up with someone in the scouts too” he kisses your collar bone and shoulders a few times and pauses again, “we can stop whenever you want.”

You shut your eyes whispering near his ear “Please Levi, don’t wanna stop.” With that he begins to unbutton your uniform blouse kissing along the seam as he goes down. “Good, me either,” he pants looking up at you as he kisses between your breasts.

You work your hands down again to try taking off his cravat and this time he lets you. He throws off your shirt after finishing the last button as he runs his hands over your curves and feels your ass over your jeans.

You begin unbuttoning his shirt, fingers shaking and fumbling with anticipation to see more of this beautiful man. He helps you, working from the bottom up. As your hands meet in the middle of his chest he rests his hand over yours. You nervously look down at his torso scared of staring for too long. He finishes taking off the sleeves as lays back on the bed with you still straddling him. “Go’n baby it’s okay if you stare,” he says plainly. You look over his defined stomach muscles and the various scars that cover his body where you can’t see in uniform. You softly run your nails up from his v-line to his neck, finishing with a kiss to his jaw and neck. You crawl off to the side so you are no longer on top of him, working to unbutton your uniform pants, knowing it takes a hot minute to undo some of the straps.

Levi sits up starting to undo his pants as well leaning into kiss you again while you both do.

As you’re there in your matching lace panties and bra and he’s in his black boxer briefs you can’t help put look to wear he pokes out and has a small wet patch of precum.

“Captain…can .. can I taste you?” You nervously look at him while rubbing his larger than average erection through his undergarment. His eyes flutter closed at the contact. “Please, yes please.” He practically begs and you rush to your knees in between his legs as he moves to the edge of the bed and pulls down his underwear. His cock is so veiny and large, it slaps up against his abdomen as you whimper slightly. Your noise makes him twitch and he reaches his hand out to help fix your hair, ever so gently.

You lean in, deciding to go for it before you get too nervous to back out. You take his cock head leaking with precum in your mouth, twirling your tongue to taste it. “Mmmm” you moan against him, causing him to cuss under his breath. You begin bobbing your head up and down reaching further down the shaft each time.

Levi’s cute moans, groans, and borderline whimpers send you over the edge, reaching down between your legs to feel your wetness. “Naughty girl,” he groans and draws your eyes up to look at him directly. “God I’ve thought about your eyes looking up at me for so long,” he admits. Your cheeks blush with his cock down your throat knowing your captain has thought about this before. You moan reverberates against his shaft as your fingers run over your folds and circling your throbbing clit.

“Can I taste you hmm?” He smirks down at you, and you bring the two fingers from between your legs to his mouth. He sticks his tongue out seductively before sucking each individually and then licking in between them while keeping eye contact.

“Fuck Levi, that was hot,” you take his throbbing member out of your mouth to whimper.

He holds your hand in yours, “please, can I taste more of you dear?” You hop off your knees a little too excited as he pushes you gently to lay back on the bed. He pulls down your panties throwing them with the other pile of clothes. With his right hand he fists his cock still moist from your mouth. He uses his left hand to run his pointer finger from your clit down to your hole before inserting it. Your eyes roll back in excitement, and he takes the opportunity to insert a second. You adjust to the second finger well, moaning loudly already.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re doing so good. Do you want my cock in you?” He asks as his fingers pumping in your are in synch with his hand wrapping around his throbbing erection.

“Yes please sir,” you whine as you have your arm over half of your face embarrassed of the expressions you’re making out of pleasure.

He smirks up at you, “even still calling me sir when you have me in bed, what a polite little slut.” Your cheeks blush again as his words make you clench around his fingers. He leans his head down to begin licking and sucking at your clit and assisting the work his fingers are doing.

You do your best to hide how surprised you are at how talented he is with his tongue. He is flicking your clit with tiny licks at the perfect pressure and speed.

“Fuck, just like that, c-captain,” you moan out, unable to stop the whorish noises leaving you. He stops jerking himself now, afraid of cumming too soon. You feel your orgasm building up as he goads you on, “you going to cum pretty girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuckkk Leviiii,” you moan out probably a bit too loud as his fingers continue curling up and reaching the perfect spots inside you. He sucks and licks at your clit a bit harder now, wanting you to lose it.

Your back arches and your eyes roll back as you warm feeling in your abdomen explodes and your toes curl. You’re a babbling moaning mess at this point, Levi still fingering you through your orgasm. It’s taking everything for him not to cum feeling the way your tight hole spasms around his fingers.

A beautiful smile comes across his face as he quits sucking on your bud to watch your face. You hold eye contact as your orgasm finishes, something about seeing him smile makes you want so much more. “Gooood girlll,” he says quietly, leaning over to kiss your forehead and then your lips and you cannot help but let out a meek “thank you captain” with flushed cheeks and trying to catch your breath.

“Do you want to keep going my dear?” He asks, looking down at his painfully hard cock.

“Mhm!” You answer a bit too excitedly making him chuckle as he helps position you on the bed so he can line himself up between your legs.

“Are you ready?” He whispers leaning over to your ear, leaving small kisses all over your ear and neck.

“Yes, sir” you answer and Levi groans at the way you’re so obedient. He grabs the base of his cock rubbing his tip through your folds gathering the wetness, before tapping your clit making you shudder. Once he is contempt with his teasing, he slowly pushes his tip into your wet cunt.

“Oh” you moan, forgetting how good it feels to have a cock inside of you, let alone one this massive.

A mix of expletives leaves Levi’s mouth as he fills you all the way up, feeling his tip touch your cervix. He slowly withdraws his cock to the tip before fucking it back inside of you, a little harder than the last. Levi picks up his speed as you moan with every single thrust.

“Fuck, your pussy is just so pretty and taking me so well, shit y/n” he says looking into your eyes, pupils blown out with lust. You unknowingly tighten at his words making him go further with his approval, “mmm, you like it when I praise you? Are you going to keep being a good girl for me?”

You can’t help but let out a particularly loud moan at his words, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues his thrusts in and out of you with more force now.

“Answer me, y/n. You want to be a good girl? My good girl?”

You open your eyes taking in the gorgeous man over you as your mouth drops open but you find a lack of words coming out. He gives a little slap to your clit to try to jumpstart your brain again, “cmon pretty girl, are you too fucked out already to answer?” His thrusts continue building up harder as you try to get the words out of your mouth.

“F-fucking shit, oh fuck - captainnnn, oh my god right there, yes yes yes I’m your good girl.” You whimper out as he rolls his eyes back in pleasure at your words. He grabs your right leg by the ankle pulling it up over his shoulder to get a deeper angle for both of you.

“I … can’t … believe … you’re … still … calling … me … captain … when … I’m … fucking … you” he says inbetween his powerful thrusts. This new angle has you a moaning mess, eyes watering from how good you feel. He licks the thumb of the hand not holding your leg and puts it down on your little sensitive clit beginning to rub, as he knows you’re building up to another orgasm.

“Leviiii, fuck yes!” Is all you can get out of your mouth at this point feeling your lower abdomen grow hot, you squeeze your eyes shut seeing stars. He moans watching your pleasure, knowing he isn’t too far behind you with his impending orgasm.

“Moaning like a slut, the whole barracks can probably hear you. They know you’re getting fucked by your captain, and you’re loving it.”

“Shit-yea, fuck captain, fuck me, fucking love it, please don’t stop-” you babble watching him smirk as you can hardly form a sentence after just a few minutes of his cock inside of you.

“Captain,” is all you manage to whimper out quietly as your orgasm washes over you, your tight hole clenching down on him making him curse and grunt. You look into his eyes the entire time as you grip the bed sheets, moans just falling out of your lips with no control. Your eyes water more, a few tears leaving as your high finishes, the pleasure just being too much.

You lay there panting as Captain Levi comes undone, watching his beautiful black hair with some sticking to his forehead with sweat and the way his eyebrows knit together as he bites his lip inbetween talking dirty to you. “God baby, so perfect, so tight for me” he mumbled as his hips start to lose their pace and stutter. He closes his eyes as he pulls out of your warm cunt and only takes a few stroke of his hand before he is shooting a massive load of his cum over your stomach and tits. “Y/n,” he nearly whimpers as the last of his cum lands on you, gently putting your right leg back down on the bed.

He bends over, kissing you with the longer pieces of his undercut running against your forehead tickling you. You smile into the kiss and he pulls away smiling, rolling over to lay on his side next to you.

“You have a really beautiful smile, you really should smile more.” You blurt out, embarrassed as that is the first thing that came to your mind after getting your brains fucked out. He sits up and walks through another door which you assume is the bathroom, grabbing a towel for you.

“Mhm sure, thanks,” he dismisses. “You want to take a shower?”

“Yeah but won’t people suspect if we go into the shower rooms together?” You giggle.

“Fine we’ll just pretend we happened to bump into each other on the way there,” he fake rolls his eyes, “you’re lucky I have a corner room so that the whole block didn’t figure it out from your moans.”

You pretend shove him, wrapping the towel he gave you before heading to the showers.

He is so gentle with you, washing your body in the shower and letting you wash his hair. His hands caress your every curve and if you didn’t know any better you think he might just bend you over right here in the shower.

You can’t help but get butterflies at this different side of the captain that you’re seeing this evening. Not awkward, being nice, smiling. Maybe all he needed was some pussy to stop being so gloomy. You both finish showering and decide to go to your room down the hall to get dressed. You think you see a little pout on his face at the decision but you kiss his cheek regardless. He responds with giving you a final kiss on the lips as your both drying off with towels.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” You say meekly

“Yeah sure,” he responds plainly.

“Hey, umm, thanks captain, for the sex, uh it was great.” He laughs and shakes his head as you make your way out the door, skimpering towards your door so nobody sees you.

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The next morning you realize you left your uniform all scattered around Levi’s room and office and feel slightly embarrassed. Luckily you have more than one set of pants and shirt but that is your only tan jacket. You get dress hurriedly and put your hair into a low bun, and bust out your door in socks. You see your officer down the hall speaking with Miche outside of their rooms but he’s holding your things. You make your way over to him trying to make it inconspicuous, however Miche is one of the sharpest scouts there is. He has a superhuman sense of smell and all over just smart.

Levi’s eyes widen as he sees you approaching but he tries to keep his cool. He wraps up his conversation with Miche suspiciously fast as he opens his office door for you but the observant man already gives Levi questioning eyes. You hurry inside as the raven haired leader follows behind you.

“You have a huge hickey on your neck. Didn’t you look in the mirror?” You can’t tell if he’s gloating or angry.

You take your boots and jacket from him, sitting in the same chair as last night where he spit wine into your mouth. You strap up as fast as you can, not wanting to be late. You take your hair out of the bun and decide to braid it on the way to the stables so it will fall over your left side and hopefully hide the bruise. Nothing is said between the two of you as you make the walk there trailing behind him. You try to think is something to say but are at a loss for words at the time he used with you this morning.

You can’t help but think about the way he smiled at you last night and how he showered you so gently. Is he going to pretend like nothing happened? Your heart sinks as you think about that possibility. Do you have feelings for him? Was this going to be a friends with benefits situation? Or was it a one time thing?

He glances back at you, “hey” he says softly.

Your eyes go wide as he pulls you out of your train of thought. “Hey,” you respond sheepishly. “Don’t think too much into it.” He tells you before you both arrive to the stable so you can’t think about it.

As the squad finally arrives you all hop on your horses, as Levi leads and you are riding beside him. You can’t help but flinch a little at the soreness between your legs brought to your attention from riding.

You and Levi are far enough ahead that he doesn’t think people will hear him. “Are you um sore?” He glances at your face then down between your legs biting his lip.

“A bit, not too terrible,” you smile back at him letting out a little laugh to try to ease the tension.

“Good.” He says plainly although you can tell there is sincerity in his voice.

You ride mostly in silence, although you hear some of the squad behind you whispering and laughing and you can’t help but feel left out. Levi steals glances at you from time to time although you don’t want him to know you can tell.

You decide try to ease the tension asking, “That was really good wine last night, where did you get it?”

He scoffs over at you “Tch, wouldn’t you like to know. I may have to keep it a secret so you can come over to my room when you want it.”

You laugh at his joke, “Twist my arm, I guess,” as you dramatically roll your eyes.

The castle comes into your view in the distance and you can’t help but imagine how good it will look for the winter party.

“Don’t get too excited, we have a lot of work to do to get it cleaned up.” As if he read your mind Levi says also looking at the large building in the distance.

The squad enters the old dusty castle as the wagon carrying Levi’s cleaning supplies pulls up.

“L/n, are you good at cleaning?” Levi says in front of everyone. “I suppose?” You answer.

“Half with me and half with y/n. We’ll split the cleaning in half between dusting and mopping.”

You try your best to hide your blush as Captain Levi calls you by your first name for only the second time, and in front of everyone. The squad seems to only want to go with you, which ends with Levi calling about about 8 people to help him. You all gather your supplies and begin wiping down every surface from windows, ledges, railings, door knobs, lighting fixtures, and more. Your team finishes the main ballroom as you go over everything for a second time. You split them up to handle the other rooms and foyer earlier. It leaves just you in the large ballroom until you hear footsteps approaching you. You keep cleaning until you feel someone standing right behind you, arms on both sides of your head. You feel your ass rub against who you could only assume to be your partner from last night.

“Good work, L/n,” Levi whispers seductively in your ear, leaving a little bite and kiss on the right side that happened to be hickey free. Your breathing hitches and you find your fingers unable to continue with his close proximity. Right then he backs away and a few seconds later the door swings open with his team coming in. You turn around slack jawed at your interaction with captain Levi. One of the other men from your squad asks “y/n are you okay? Your face is kinda red, did you inhale too much cleaning product?” He elbows the man next to him attempting to make a joke, but it happens to be Miche who looks at you plain faced, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah I’m great! Just working a little too hard I guess,” you awkwardly laugh, ignoring the throb between your legs. Levi is standing so no one could see his face but you, begins smirking, thinking about how fun this will be to mess with you.

After a few hours the place is fully cleaned up to Captain Levi’s standards. He dismisses the men to make their way back to base and stays back with you as you sketch down ideas for decorations. He nods at each of your ideas, agreeing with all your plans.

“And everyone can bring dates and we’ll hire musicians from town, and we can drink and just have so much fun!” You ramble on about how excited you are as Levi looks at you with a slight upturn to his lips.

“Will you be my date?�� He blurts out.

“Are you joking? Just because were planning this together doesn’t mean you need to have me as your date…” you blush looking down at your notepad.

“No, I’m asking you because I want to.” He says tilting your chin up to look at him, followed by him leaning in to kiss your lips.

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Part 3 coming soon besties , thanks for reading ❤️💚

#attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #levi x fem!reader #levi smut #levi x reader #captain levi #levi ackerman #snk #levi heichou #humanity’s strongest #levi aot #snk levi #snk smut #aot smut #Levi’s birthday

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assassinschaoticcreed · 2 months

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Please can we an example of a conversation on Maria and Claudia embarrassing ezio 🙏

I got you anon, and I appreciate you.

Claudia: Madre!

Maria: sì caro?

Claudia: did you see Ezio go into my room at all, within the past half hour or so?

Maria: sì, I'd say about maybe 15-20 minutes ago, why?

Claudia: BECAUSE! yesterday I went shopping at Dior and got brand new makeup. I bought some more liquid highlighter and lip stick today and when I went to put it away.. my eyeliner, mascara, glossy lip oil, and bronzer are gone! and I know you have your own, plus would ask me to pick you some up. I KNOW Ezio is behind this.

Maria: it does sound like something he would do..

Claudia: ...I should get back at him!

Maria: ...how so mio caro?

Claudia: we FaceTime him, bring up him stealing my make up and name off what I know he's wearing. he's with "the boys" right now anyways.

Maria: after you...this will be fun.

calling ezio

Claudia: pick up you bastardo!

Ezio: sorella! what do I owe the honor to speak to you--

Claudia: Ezio, FaceTime me now.

Ezio: I'm with the boys Claudia what--

Claudia: DO IT NOW OR IM TELLING MADRE!

Ezio: okay okay, jeez...

gets on FaceTime with Claudia

Ezio: so? what did you need--

Arno: bonjour mon cher!

Claudia: hello Arno!

Ezio: mio dio...what did you need Claudia?

Claudia: I need my makeup back, the stuff you took from my room earlier.

Altaïr & Connor: what--

Arno & Desmond: *looks at each other nervously*

Edward & Jacob: *cackle like witches*

Ezio: *chokes on spit*

Claudia: the eyeliner, mascara, glossy lip oil, and the bronzer. also, I love the highlighter you're wearing, which one is it? *smirks*

Arno: *texts Claudia giving the name of the highlighter Ezio is wearing*

Jacob: DUDE! is that why you look like you've got a glow to your skin?

Edward: and why your lashes look darker and more..of an oomf to them? like curl and full looking?

Altaïr: your cheek bones look defined, but also soft.

Connor: you look beautiful Ezio.

Arno: 10/10--

Jacob: SMASH!

Desmond & Co.: Jacob, must you?

Claudia: anyways make sure you give them back idiota. *hangs up*

Maria: that kind of back fired huh? *grins*

Claudia: well, at least they're supportive and not judgemental *chuckles*

in the end the boys pester Ezio about makeup. 10/10 the boys are supportive and not judgemental. it's a fact. i say so.

#ac #assassins creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #altair ibn la'ahad #arno dorian #ezio auditore da firenze #ac desmond #arno victor dorian #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #jacob frye #edward kenway #claudia auditore #maria auditore

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goosewithtwoos · 2 years

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SUPER FREAK

Literally just a compilations on how I think my top 3 men would moan (Rooster/Hangman/Bob)

Rooster

Porn star

Deep moans more in the back of his throat but LOUD

Like,,,it doesn’t matter where you are, he’s loud

Praising you, telling you how good you feel, how good he feels, he’s gonna be vocal about it

Sometimes whiney but only when he’s completely fucked out after a long day at work

If he’s making love to you (😻😫) he’s gonna kinda quiet down the volume but will not shut up

It’s kinda cute tho so you really can’t be mad

Ride him and he’s a goner

Neighbors from across the street will complain

Mans is a switch and I will fight anyone who tells me differently

Either hard dom or power bottom (like his dadd-)

Hangman

“Real men don’t moan >:(“ kinda mentality

Complete bs, men please moan we beg of you

Will have to bite his lip to keep from making a noise

Sometimes sounds like he’s getting the air knocked out of him ??

Like an “oomf” when he thrusts into you

Even if you go down on him, the only way you know you’re doing well is if he tells you cause otherwise it’s just harsh breathing through his nose

Wants you to moan tho

Something about his pride or ego gets appeased when you moan out for him, telling him how good he is or how deep he is

100% a soft pleasure dom who can also be a hard dom

Kisses your tears away and tells you how good you feel around him while also being a yeehaw cowboy and having you hogtied to the bed

Bob

WHINEY

LIKE MIGHT ACTUALLY CRY

I HOPE HE DOES CRY

Get so caught up in the moment, he doesn’t realize the cries are coming from him

Don’t get me wrong he knows your pleasure >>>>> anything else but he’ll still be on cloud 9

Definition of cumming with a sob because he will sob

You have to hold him afterwards, cradle the head and give him a soft forehead kiss

Sex is still new to him so he always just kinda :0 when he looks at you

Wholesome secccy times because he’s wholesome

Mans is either a HARD DOM that will make you walk funny for a week or a soft lil Baby on Board that we have to protect

I like the idea of him being soft Bobby because I’m a dom but he’s versatile depending on your needs ;0

#top gun smut #rooster smut #rooster x reader #bradly bradshaw #bradly bradshaw smut #bradly bradshaw x reader #hangman smut #hangman x reader #jake seresin smut #bradley bradshaw #bob floyd #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader smut #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader smut

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urlocalcookie · 7 months

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You said in one of your archivists post that you would write a smut fic? If so I would DIE to read it

Hi HI HI!!

I actually wrote one a while ago out of boredom! I'll dig it up out of my notes app just for you 😋

"Oof! Oughff! Ouff! A-Ah!" You panted and whimpered.

"Louder." The archivist growled in your ear.

"Ahhh... ahhah.. ah.. o-oh.." You whimpered.

"LOUDER!" The archivist scolded you.

"Ack! Ack! Ack! A-Ah! Ow.. oh... oh.. f-f-! Oh! Oh my g-gosh! Ohh, k-keep going! Please! Ahh.. Oomf.. you feel s-so- Ack! Good!" You moaned.

The archivist penetrated your womanhood over and over. They were going a decent pace. They were uncomfortably large. When you were explaining that they needed to be bigger than literally just... an inch, they jumped to about a foot long and incredibly thick. You begged them to make it about seven inches and like... three inches thick, they finally complied.

As of right now, they were grasping your hips tightly and shoving their length in and out. They picked up the pace and made themself bigger again. You were quick to notice and begged them to stop stretching you like this.

"You can take it. I know you can." They said.

You arched your back to make it easier for them to continue thrusting into you.

You moaned louder and louder as they sped up and slammed against the back of your hole. You were being fucked by them in a spoon position. You were both lying on your sides, but he was hugging you from behind and intruding.

"Ohh, fuck! Ahh... you feel amazing!" You wailed.

The archivist cackled going harder. They had never felt something like this. They wouldn't admit it, but, they were starting to understand why mortals enjoy banging.

"Oh, y-you- OH! OHH!" They cackled.You took this as a sign they were going to experience their climax.

"I'm- I'ma- I'm- s-something's-! Ohoho!" They laughed, shoving it in harder and harder.

You reached down, touching yourself. "C-Can we... please-?"

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!" They stammered.

"WAIT! IT WON'T FEEL GOOD!" You shouted, trying to reach back and grab them. They didn't listen, they kept pounding you. You needed to say something to grab their attention. "I've- I'VE BEEN LYING TO YOU! I LIED!"

"What?" They suddenly halted, but remained inside you.

You panted, "S-Sorry, I had to get your attention somehow." You tried to take a breather.

They ignored your statement. "Lied about what?"

"Nothing! I just needed you to stop for a second and that's what I could think of!" You said.

They stared into you from behind. You could feel their eyes burning into you.

"I was trying to tell you that it won't feel as good if we don't climax at the same time. I'm trying to help you." You panted.

They stared at you for a bit. "Aren't I fucking you? I'm breeding you hard. I can do it harder if you'd like."

"No, it's not that. I... need stimulation on my clit."

They looked over your shoulder and tilted their head. "Huh.." they then chuckled sadistically. "Okay~" they waved their hand and you saw something bright pink glow down there and-

You shrieked and moaned, twitching everywhere. There was so much stimulation on your clitoris, it felt like you were stuck on the edge of six orgasms. "Ah! Ah! Ah! N-Now fuck me! It-It'll feel good!"

And just like that, the archivist cackled and shoved themself in and out of you.

You flexed your muscles around his length and came. You clamped down on them incredibly hard. They cackled and shoved themself in and out.

"I'm coming~!" They cooed in your ear.

Their hot seed shot into you. You clamped down again, sighing. "Ahh..."

"Ohh.... ahhh.." They sighed, then cackled again. "Oh, that felt... weird. I like it." They said.

"P-Please... t-take the stimulation away... please... I'll be so good for you." You begged.

Surprisingly, you felt their dick twitch inside you. They did get turned on by begging!

The stimulation on your clit ceased. You sighed shakily. You reached down and touch it to feel how sensitive it was. It was incredibly overstimulated and painfully sensitive. You whined.

"Eheh, something wrong~?" They teased.

"It... umph... j-just thrust a bit more... ride out your orgasm.." You said.

They hesitated once more, but started bucking their hips. You sighed, moaning softly. It felt nice. He sighed as well, then stopped."I'm bored of this." They declared. "Are we done?"

"Yeah." You panted. You felt them practically rip it out of you, leaving you empty. You yelped at the suddenness of it.

You rolled over and gripped to them, burying your face in his chest. "I love you." You murmured.

They chuckled sadistically, "I love you too, fairy."

You fell asleep in their arms. For once, they didn't try to get up and leave you a sweaty, trembling mess. They actually stayed.

The last thing you felt before dozing off, was their hand petting the back of your head, their sharp nails lightly grazing you each time.

I hope y'all enjoyed 😈

#the archivists #the archivists toh #enzo gabriel #the collector #the collectors #the grand huntsman #reader #the grand huntsman toh #the collector x reader #the archivists x reader #the archivists smut #smut #female reader #TOH #owl house

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cursed-elo-images · 9 months

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Chapter 2: The Disco-Very

As the string trio were walking, with Hugh in the lead, the latter stopped.

“Guys, halt,” he said, spreading his arms out.

“What is it, Hughie?” Melvyn asked, curious.

“Yeah, what happened?” Mik added. Not saying anything, Hugh silently gestured to the two to get in front of him. All of their eyes locked on a specific object.

“Oh, Melvyn… look,” Mik said.

Like the other two, Melvyn’s sparkling sapphire blue eyes scanned the area, until they locked on an enormous, blue-colored, smooth, fresh, shiny airliner.

Melvyn gasped.

“OH WOW!!! IT’S A PLAAAAANE,” the clean-shaven cellist yelled. He jumped up and down for what seemed like 5 minutes. Mik and Hugh, peeling their shocked eyes away from the gorgeous aircraft, turned to look at Melvyn, startled.

“Errrrrm, how does he not get tired doing that?” Mik asked, ever so slightly uneasy. Hugh shook his head.

“Melvyn is just… Melvyn. You cannot question him. He transcends what we know about the universe and existence itself,” Hugh replied, matter-of-factly.

Melvyn turned around with his eyes wide and his mouth wide open curled into a smile.

“Because, Mik… it’s a plane! I love planes!!!” Melvyn replied, hyperactive.

“Uh… yeah… I can… see that you love planes… ahaha… ha…” Mik replied awkwardly.

“Not just planes!!! I LOVE SOARING!!!” Melvyn cried, throwing his hands in the air and looking up at the sky, his long feathery auburn hair flailing. Mik flinched and Hugh stood there silently staring at Melvyn.

Hugh cleared his throat.

“Um… okay then! Mel, your dream will come true!” Hugh replied, also awkwardly.

“REALLY?” Melvyn asked, grabbing Hugh’s hands.

“Hugh, what do you mean?” Mik asked, confused. Hugh walked up to the plane.

“Wait, where are you going?” Mik asked, even more confused.

“HEY WAIT FOR ME YOU JERK!” Melvyn howled, charging after Hugh like an angry wasp. He left a puff of air as he ran after the younger cellist, the cool blast from the force of Melvyn’s sprinting almost knocking Mik down.

“Guys, really. What are you two doing?” Mik asked, and he started jogging up to the two cellists.

“Oh, me? I’m going to fly the thing!” Hugh declared, flipping his long, shiny, glossy auburn hair out of his face. He stepped on the stairs of the airplane, with Melvyn behind him climbing them rapidly.

“What?” Mik asked, bewildered.

“Yes! You heard that right Mik! I, Hugh McDowell, am a qualified pilot!” Hugh declared pompously, standing in the plane. Melvyn turned around to face Hugh jaw-dropped.

“Are you sure? I don’t believe you. Prove it,” Mik spat, skeptical. He climbed up stairs to meet the other two.

Hugh stuck his hand in his dress shirt pocket and shifted it around in there and got out his pilot license and handed it to Mik.

“Yup, I ain’t lying,” the mustachioed pilot replied. Mik held the cold, plastic card in his hands and gazed at it.

“Huh… that’s cool,” he said, smiling.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!! YAAAAAAAY! THAT’S SO COOL!” Melvyn screamed, pulling his pilot friend close to him, giving him a tight hug. Hugh almost couldn’t breathe.

“Oomf— grk… M-Melvyn please put me down… Hugh muttered, scared, and fighting for his breath.

Startled from Melvyn’s sudden cry, Mik started leaning backwards and started flailing and yelled for one of the two cellists to help him.

“OH NO! MIK!!!” Melvyn cried. He threw Hugh off of him who landed on the floor of the plane and rushed over to Mik.

“NO! MY CARD!!!” Hugh wailed, struggling to get up. He rubbed the top of his head as it hurt. He couldn’t stand, so he just sat there.

Melvyn pulled Mik back up and saved his life.

“A-are you okay? I thought we were going to lose you!” Melvyn asked, out of breath, his voice wavering.

Melvyn looked scared, his eyes slightly watery, like he was going to break down in tears.

“Yup! I’m fine!” Mik said, smiling.

“Ah… I’m so glad…” Melvyn replied, and brought the short, brunette violinist into a friendly, comforting hug.

They pulled away from each other.

“And I still have Hugh’s card!” Mik exclaimed happily, showing the both of them the card. Melvyn squealed in delight, no longer on the verge of crying.

“Yay! My card is fine! And I’m also glad you’re alright too, Mik,” Hugh said, sighing in a relieved manner. Mik smiled at him.

“Can you please… give it to me please?” Hugh asked, visibly uncomfortable from being flinged onto the floor by Melvyn. Mik gave him the card back and Hugh put it back in his shirt pocket.

“Are you okay there Hugh?” Mik asked him.

“Yeah I’m—I'm fine… it’s just that— ah… my head hurts… my whole body hurts actually…” the tall cellist responded, grimacing in pain.

“I’ll help you up,” Mik said, grabbing Hugh’s hands and he pulled him up.

“Ahhh thank you Mik— AAAAH!” Hugh cried, standing still.

Melvyn whipped his head around.

“Hugh? Why did you scream?” Melvyn asked, clueless. Mik felt the same way to be honest.

“My feet… have muscle strain… maybe I shouldn’t wear these platform heels all the time,” Hugh complained.

“Maybe it’s best you don’t move so much,” Mik interjected, concerned. Hugh shrugged.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” he said. Mik sighed and didn’t say anything.

“I’m really, really sorry, Hughie. I didn’t mean to hurt you—it was just that… I was really, very excited and I just… I don’t know what got into me!” Melvyn exclaimed, feeling guilty. He put his face in his hands and sat there in one of the passenger seats, sniffling and whimpering.

Sighing, Hugh walked over to the distraught man and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay Melvyn… I know you wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt me in any way. But I have to admit, I didn’t expect someone with a small and lean build like you to be… so strong..” Hugh said softly, giggling a bit. Melvyn looked up, his face wet.

“Haha yeah,” came the reply. He wiped his face as he didn’t want Hugh to see him cry.

“Come on, let’s go explore the plane! Mik can come to if he wants,” Hugh said, trying to cheer him up.

Melvyn shot up into the air like a rocket!

“YEEES!!!” he cried.

And so the three string players walked along the inside of the plane.

“Hey, it smells really good in here. It smells like…” Mik said, trying to think of the scent.

“Cookies???” Melvyn asked.

“No… it’s more like… I don’t know…” Mik muttered, scrunching his eyebrows and snapping, trying to stimulate his brain.

“It smells like cake to me…” Hugh blurted.

“Yeah! Cake! That’s what I was trying to think of!” Mik explained, his eyes lighting up and his mouth morphed into a satisfied smile.

Melvyn inhaled aggressively.

“Mm… it smells very good! We must find the source of this delicious scent!” He cried triumphantly.

“Yeah he’s right, I wonder where this scent is coming from…” Hugh asked, scratching his hairless chin.

“Maybe someone made a cake in here?” Melvyn asked eagerly. The other two looked at him.

“Yeah no, I highly doubt it,” Hugh replied. Melvyn pouted.

“Maybe someone ate a cake in here?”

“Melvyn I don’t think someone could fit an entire cake in one seat. Besides, I don’t think they’d be allowed to,” said Mik.

“Perhaps we could walk all the way to the end of the plane and find out if they have an air freshener somewhere, no?” Hugh asked, gesturing to the end of the plane on the inside.

“Good idea,” Mik said.

And so the string trio walked all the way down to a plane and noticed that at every four sets of seats, there were air fresheners.

“Woah, those are air fresheners? Why didn’t I notice that before?” Hugh asked.

“I don’t know,” Mik replied.

“Hm, oh well~” Hugh said.

Melvyn giggled.

“What’s so funny, Mel?” Hugh asked.

“Hehe it says ‘Beverley’s Aromas’,” Melvyn replied, referring to the brand name.

“What?” Hugh asked. He pulled out his phone and googled the name.

“Founded in 1910, by a woman with the name of Beverley Rhodes, this brand has changed the lives of many by making the inside of their homes smell good. From bakery sweet scents to more fruity scents, she has made quite the living for herself. People around the world have said that their lives changed for the better after spicing up their homes with her air fresheners, and they will continue to,” Hugh recited.

“Well, that sounds nice,” Mik said.

“Oh? That is quite nice indeed—it is funny now she shares the same name as Bev, as I almost thought it was Bev himself that came up with the product!” Melvyn replied, chuckling. The other two broke out in laughter.

“We do have to tell Bev when we get home,” Hugh declared.

“So are you going to fly the plane or not?” Mik asked, slightly impatiently.

“Oh! Why yes—silly me, I forgot all about that!” Hugh responded.

The string trio headed back to the start of the plane, and they were pretty tired from all that walking.

“Whew! That was a workout,” Melvyn claimed.

“It sure was— and you’re right Hugh, there are air fresheners all over this place,” Mik said.

“Hahaha ‘Beverley’s Aromas’,” Melvyn parroted, finding the brand name quite funny.

“Haha yeah and it was funny that we didn’t notice them,” Hugh said, climbing into the cockpit. Melvyn sat right behind Hugh while Mik sat in the seat across from Melvyn on the other side, and fastened their seatbelts.

Hugh got the plane started and the plane started to move forward.

“This is so exciting!” Melvyn cried cheerfully.

“I guess you could call it a discovery!” Mik added.

“Yes!” Melvyn shouted, “more like: a disco-very! Hugh, to celebrate, pop in our Discovery album into the CD player!”

“Right on it!” Hugh cried as he reached into his right pink pant pocket and dug out Discovery and put it in the CD player. Shine A Little Love, the first song on the track, played as the string trio took off and lifted into the sky.

#pilot hugh & co.#electric light orchestra #crackfic #hugh mcdowell #melvyn Gale #mik kaminski #fanfiction

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dynamicspacebud · 2 years

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I feel like the way i’m crushing rn is so silly. I don’t know i’m like 22 and have these little crushes. Ajajsjjsnsnsna waaait i was gonna be like why can’t i have a real strong crush or why can’t the people i relate to not be my type but then i remembered Julia ¡¿ Ok i have never written about her and it’s probably going to be really cringe and funny looking back on this but do you remember tinder julia ???? She was sooooo hot and so pretty like my god her smile wowowow and she was funny smhhhh but then i got ghosted and was sad about it for a week and would continues joke and complain about it to your friends. I wonder how long i’ll keep the joke going i think i’m always gonna find it funny. It’s interesting that they take it so seriously and like ye deep down i’m probably partially not joking but for the most part i am ! But ye shes solid proof That it’s not MEEE! I guess just waiting until i get into the animation industry. Get to meet cool hot people that are super skilled and can talk about cartoons with me for hours from creating and art and writing and story. Someone to collaborate with. Lol if i don’t end up eith someone in the animation industry that’s be so funny looking back on this. But i think it’s bound to happen. I mean im kinda already like really enamored with oomfs that’s like that. Ok i can’t write too much info here lame i was going off describing my feelings but not here 😭 i do wonder how it would be like to date her. I feel like i slightly have a different perception in my head. But i think we’d work tbh. But that’s a veeerry rare chance i dunno we’re young. aaaany ways to the original point of this talkin

So This girl i was slight friends with at work got a haircut and my god now i get really nervous and almost shy when talking to her. It’s so funny how i was so casual and non chalant before. Like all she did was get a haircut but it looks soooo good. I literally climbed a tree to her a cutie. I just wanna talk to her more and know about her and like wow pretty privilege is real this is proof someone needs to study this.

And then the retail girl who sometimes covers our shifts. When i first saw her i went into the wrong building for lunch coverage. She quickly corrected me as I said i was going to leave and yelled at me sarcastically “yea ! Get out of my building! “ And it was the first time i had met her but the silly familiarity made me laugh. Then i was very interested in seeing this funny girl again and now we talk a lot and she’s pretty pretty but i really like talking to her.

Ok now i’m just making a post about my current crushes 😭 Idk if i should continue or not. Ok for future me here quickly. The restaurant / starbucks girl.

And for the grand finale. Darian! Wow ok do you remember this girl??? i don’t think y’all are gonna be friends in the future which is why i’m saying that 😭 Her humor is so special. It’s so familiar so genuinely funny without being cut rooted by the internet. It reminds me of how my family would joke as a kid. Just cleve quips. Ivan is good at those too but hers feels so easy to understand to me. I don’t know if that makes sense. She’s so beautiful. Truly i get lost when talking to her. I don’t want to stare and i shouldn’t look at her lips and i’m shy and itching to look away. Wow what a woman.

HAHA BUUUUT it’s not darian that’s interested in me nooo it’s britney her fiancé ! Like PLEASE. They give me such horny eyes like !?!!? chill. Just pure horny v much like omar. Brittney is hot too but not my type in personality. Like i was go on a date with darian sooo bad

ok ok this is a really interesting post like i think i’ve done a round up of my major crushes and relationships when i was 17/18 or so but not like current ones. Because it’s so easy to forget the small casual ones. But they still make your heart flutter remember? Maybe it will be nice to feel that again for someone your mind once forgot. Anyways anyways future me you are 22 and you fucking got this

#my post #talkin #crush #future me

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toastedqueso · 2 years

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Pairing: Johnny x Reader (F), Taeyong x Reader (F), Yuta x Reader (F), implied Jaemin x Reader (F) Other Characters: Haechan, Wendy Genre: Smut, Comedy, College AU, Porn AU Summary: Y/N gets fired from her job at the cafe and finds herself short on money for survival. With no other means of income to turn to, her roommate, Haechan, suggests she try her hand at porn. Warnings: pornography, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, masturbation, oral sex (m+f receiving), rimming, nipple play, creampie, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, double penetration, sex toys (vibrator, buttplug), slight bimbofication, praise kink, spanking, overstimulation, come eating, hair pulling, begging, voyeurism, profanity, pet names, use of “sir”, mentions of food Word Count: 8.2k A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with anything mentioned in the warnings. Half of this fic is porn. Literally. Please let me know if anything else should be included in the warnings. No slutshaming Y/N! There’s nothing wrong with consenting adults enjoying consensual sex. This is dedicated to OOMF because she (don’t worry she’s in her mid-20s) didn’t know what a picture of a couch and white wall meant. Thanks and sorry.

Hit Series Masterlist 01. Hit Record | 02. Hit Pause | 03. Hit Rewind | 04. Hit Fast Forward

Y/N paces back and forth in the living room, her anxiety grows the more she paces. She overslept and missed her 3rd shift at the café, but in her defense, this semester was killing her and she’s in a constant state of fatigue. She knows it’s her fault, but she thinks a café employing students should be more understanding.

She sighs. Now she’s in a predicament where she needs to break the bad news to her roommate, Haechan, that she’s not going to be able to pay for her share of the rent next month With no plan B in mind, she walks over to his bedroom door to get it over with. He’s probably gaming right now with some of his Dance Club buddies. She hopes he’s winning so he doesn’t get mad at her. She even got his favorite pizza - pepperoni, pineapple and extra cheese - to help soften the blow from her bad news.

She knocks on the door, but doesn’t hear a reply back immediately. She knows he’s in there. His shoes are by the entrance and his backpack is on the coffee table. She knocks again and hears him say “Come” in a deeper voice than usual. She hopes he isn’t overdoing it at Choir practice like he did last year.

Y/N opens the door and sees Haechan leaning back on his gaming chair and stroking his cock. She looks up at his monitor and sees something that definitely isn’t a game. It most definitely is a girl about their age getting fucked from behind by a guy.

“Oh my God! Put your dick away, pervert!” Y/N screams. She covers her face with her hands. “My eyes!”

“What the fuck! Can’t you knock before barging in?” Haechan screams back. He quickly pauses the video, which stops on the girl’s face twisted in pleasure.

“I did! You said ‘come’.” Y/N grimaces when she looks at Haechan’s monitor, realizing where that came from. “I guess it wasn’t you.”

Haechan rolls his eyes. “Whatever. It’s just porn anyway. Everyone watches it.”

Y/N looks away from the monitor to see anything else that would make her forget what she just witnessed. Unfortunately, her eyes land on Haechan’s hand still tightly wrapped around his cock. She shoots him a disgusted look.

“Can you at least put your dick away when we’re talking?”

Haechan cackles and shoves his dick back into his sweats.

“So mind telling me why you barged in here interrupting my precious self-care time?” Haechan interrogates. Y/N stands silently contemplating how to tell him the bad news.

“Well…um. Dinner’s ready.” Y/N presses her lips in a line. Now that she’s speaking to him, she doesn’t feel ready to tell him just yet. She needs to buy herself a little more time.

“Oh. Okay? That’s it?” Haechan squints at her.

Y/N nods. “Yeah. I got pizza.”

The look Haechan shoots her gives away that he isn’t really buying it.

“Thanks? You seem really nervous about pizza though.”

“I’M NOT!” Y/N clears her throat. “I’m not. Just come and eat.”

Haechan laughs. “Yeah I need to come then I’ll eat.”

Haechan pats his obviously hard dick through his sweats. Y/N’s face twists in disgust.

“You’re gross! Hurry up!” Y/N slams Haechan’s door. She turns back to scream through the door, “And wash your hands!”

Haechan comes out to the dining room after 10 minutes and Y/N immediately pushes him towards the sink. She watches him like a hawk and makes him wash his hands thoroughly - twice for 30 seconds. Once Y/N is satisfied, they grab a slice, but Haechan snatches Y/N’s plate away.

“Give me my plate back you little gremlin!” Y/N tries to reach over to grab her plate back.

“Nuh uh! Not until you tell me what’s really going on,” Haechan threatens. “I know you. Something is going on.”

Y/N sags her shoulders and sighs. “Promise you won’t get mad at me?”

Haechan gives her a confused look and slowly nods.

“I lost my job at the cafe. I don’t think I can make next month’s rent,” Y/N confesses quietly.

Haechan remains silent. “Oh. That’s it?”

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? We’re going to get kicked out of here!”

“Hmm, nah. We’ll figure something out.” Haechan places her plate in front of her. “Now eat.”

They eat in silence and for once, Y/N is thankful that Haechan knows to leave her alone. Y/N grabs another slice and sees Haechan smilinng a little too widely at her. Maybe she spoke too soon and he was actually plotting an evil plan.

“Why do you look like you’re going to steal my kidneys?” Y/N gulps. She’s expecting the worst from him. Haechan laughs with an evil glint in his eye.

“I have an idea.” Haechan smiles and pauses.

“I don’t like this,” Y/N says. Haechan doesn’t respond and continues eating. Y/N kicks his shin, pressing him to continue.

“Well, what is it?”

Haechan sighs dramatically and puts down his pizza. “What’s the point? It’s a great opportunity to make lots of money, but I don’t think you’ll do it. You don’t ever listen to my genius ideas.”

“What is it? OnlyFans?”

Haechan tilts his head back and laughs. “OH, no! No! That would take too much time to make a profit and you have commitment issues. We’ll be out on the streets before you make $10.”

“Rude! I can commit,” Y/N kicks him in the shin again. “So what is this ‘genius’ idea of yours?”

Haechan looks her up and down then smiles. “Porn.”

“WHAT? I was kidding about OnlyFans!”

“Well, I’m not kidding about porn.” Haechan picks up his neglected pizza slice and takes a bite. “Do one of the ‘casting couch’ things. You only have to do it once and they pay a few thousand.”

“Eww! Chew with your mouth closed, you gremlin!” Y/N throws her oily paper towel at Haechan, hitting him in the forehead.

Haechan rubs his forehead. “See! I told you that you wouldn’t listen to my genius idea. It’s only a one time thing and this one company that does them here isn’t shady.”

“How do you know they’re not shady?” Y/N asks. “I don’t want some old creepy guy sticking his dick wherever he wants in me.”

“Don’t worry, the guys at this company are only a few years older than us.” Y/N raises her eyebrow, wondering why Haechan knows this.

“And HOT,” Haechan emphasizes. “I might have researched for others.”

Y/N tries to think about who he could’ve done the research for.

“Don’t think too hard. Lots of people do these casting couch videos. It’s a lot more common than you think.”

Y/N contemplates the idea, weighing the pros and cons. If it’s a one time thing it might not be the worst thing. Quick money is a pro. Sex is a pro - she did need a good lay to help her deal with her financial stress. Sex with strangers who might be really creepy definitely - not a pro. Will this impact her future? She’s planning to be a Physical Therapist, so it’s unlikely anyone would care too much about the skeletons in her closet.

Haechan clears his throat to get her attention. “Also, I might have walked in on you and Jaemin…”

Haechan smirks, referring to her occasional booty calls with his Dance Club friend Jaemin.

“What the hell, dude? You’re so fucking gross!” Y/N is ready to fight Haechan. She reaches over to whack his shoulder.

“What? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before!” Haechan raises his hands up in defense. They’ve walked in on each other showering enough times that they have grown accustomed to seeing each other naked. However, anything sexual was different according to Y/N. Though right now, they are probably in equal standing.

“Besides, you have like 2 weeks to find rent money before it’s due and you don’t have many other options from the looks of things.”

Y/N gives a defeated sigh. He’s right, she doesn’t have many, no, ANY options at the moment.

“Fine,” Y/N gives in.

“You’ll do it?” Haechan looks genuinely shocked.

“I’ll consider it,” Y/N says. “I need to do my research first.”

Haechan hums in agreement. “Do what you need to. They’re called ‘Foxy Babes 4 U’.”

“What kind of name is that?” It had to be a name made up by a straight guy, Y/N thinks.

“It’s direct and to the point!” Haechan says. “People don’t want Shakespeare when they’re trying to blow their load.”

“Okay! Okay!” Y/N pauses and rubs her face. “Just a one time thing.”

She can’t believe Haechan is serious about this. She can’t believe she’s seriously considering it.

“Yes! There you go! That’s the spirit!” Haechan picks up his Coke can to toast.

Y/N unenthusiastically raises her Coke can and takes a sip. Her appetite is long gone and now she has something more important to research than her upcoming papers.

After dinner, Haechan immediately texts her the link to the ‘Foxy Babes 4 U’ site and their application. He takes the extra step of barging into her room to make sure she clicks the link. After a bit of struggling, Y/N kicks Haechan out and locks her door for privacy. She goes down the rabbit hole of watching several Foxy Babes 4 U casting couch pornos - for research purposes only. She starts getting the appeal they have for their viewers. Each video was different based on how the ‘Foxy Babe’ in the video responded to questions. Haechan wasn’t lying - the guys in the videos weren’t old and were actually hot.

“At least I won’t accidentally fuck someone’s dad,” Y/N ponders, shaking her head.

She looks over at the time on her laptop and sees it’s already midnight. “Oh shit! I can’t believe I spent 5 hours on this!”

Maybe she did go too far down the casting couch rabbit hole. She opens the application link and takes a deep breath.

“Might as well get this over with now or I’ll probably change my mind in the morning,” Y/N grumbles. She fills out the detailed application. She answers questions about herself, her personal life, health, preferences and concerns.

Feeling all her energy drain away due to her rollercoaster day, Y/N flops onto her bed and immediately passes out. The next morning, she’s woken up by the ringing of her phone. She grabs her phone and accidentally hits the button to pick up the call instead of silencing the call. She groans and moves the phone closer to answer.

“Hello?” Y/N mumbles groggily.

“Hi! Is this Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice replies.

“Yes it’s Y/N.”

“Hi! I’m Wendy! I’m with Foxy Babe 4 U,” Wendy introduces herself.

“OH!” Y/N immediately shoots up from her bed, suddenly feeling wide awake. “Right. Hi! I applied last night.”

Wendy laughs. “Yeah I read your application this morning. Listen, we usually don’t call back so quickly, but you seem to fit a couple of themes we’re going for if you’re interested in filming soon.”

“YES,” Y/N practically shouts. “I mean, yeah I’m interested.”

“Okay, great. How about we meet up in person and I can go through the details and requirements together?”

“Sure, I’m free this afternoon.” Y/N doesn’t want to sound desperate, but the clock was ticking to scrape up the money.

“Great! Thanks for making it work so quickly. I’ll email you the details and what you need to bring. See you later!” Wendy replies.

“Thanks! See you later!” Y/N hangs up and flops back down on her bed.

Y/N laughs in disbelief that she went from rejecting the idea last night to now getting set up to be a Foxy Babe. She gets a notification on her phone alerting her of Wendy’s follow up email. She looks through the email and notes what she needs to bring - ID, health records, recent health tests. Wendy also lays out the expectation that she’ll need to be tested for STIs and confirms their actors are frequently tested.

Y/N gets up to shower and get ready to meet Wendy. When Y/N meets her in the afternoon, she immediately feels at ease in Wendy’s comforting presence. The meeting goes smoothly, though there was a lot of paperwork that they go through. Wendy goes through their expectations and answers her questions, relieving any worries Y/N has. Wendy hands her a script and explains that even though it’s supposed to seem “unscripted”, casting couch porn has a script it follows.

After they’re done, they set a time to film next week, which gives Y/N enough time to get tested and mentally prepare to be filmed.

Filming day comes around much faster than Y/N expects. Her initial anxieties are mostly gone now, but there is a bit of fear of the unknown deep down. After she parks her car by the studio, she takes a moment to take a few deep breaths to relax.

“Okay, no backing out now. I can do this.” Y/N gives herself a pep talk before she gets out of her car.

Once out of her car, Y/N straightens out her pink minidress that gives her both the cute and sexy vibe she wants to go for in the video. She makes her way to the studio, jittery from both nerves and excitement. She brings up her shaky hand to ring the studio doorbell. She taps foot to distract herself. The door opens after a few seconds and a lady who looks to be a couple of years older than her opens the door.

“Hi! You’re here early!” Wendy greets her and lets her in.

“Hi Wendy!” Y/N squeaks out.

“Come in.” Wendy ushers her in. Y/N steps in and Wendy swiftly shuts the door. Wendy takes her into a room towards the right.

“They’re almost done setting up. Have a seat and they’ll call you in when they’re done.” Wendy guides her to the couch and disappears.

Y/N takes a seat and looks around the room. It’s decorated like a cozy living room with couches and indoor plants. The reception area looks more like a living room than an office. She figures they had to make the space seem as welcoming as possible considering what goes on in there. She’s thankful that the place doesn't feel as awful as her mind had concocted.

Wendy comes back with a bottle of water and hands it to Y/N. “It’s important to stay hydrated.”

Y/N thanks Wendy and takes a few sips. Wendy sits down next to her and flips through a folder full of papers.

“Did you have any questions or concerns about the script?” Wendy asks. Y/N shakes her head.

“No it’s fine. I did my research so I feel ready,” Y/N replies. She did do her research. She’s sure she has watched more porn in the past week than Haechan has watched in the past year.

Wendy chuckles. “Good! Then you know what to expect. But if at any time you want to stop, tell them to stop.”

Y/N nods in acknowledgement.

“As promised, you’ll be compensated $1,000 today and the rest will be sent to you via direct deposit next week. You know, legal and tax stuff,” Wendy explains. “Is that still okay with you?”

“Yeah that’s fine,” Y/N tries not to sound overeager. That’s more than what she was getting at her old café job and more than enough to cover next month’s rent and food.

Two shirtless men walk into the room and shout “Hi!” at Wendy and Y/N. Y/N looks up and remembers the two from a few videos she saw. She knew they were hot based on the videos she saw, but they look even hotter in person. They are both muscular, tattooed and definitely tower over Y/N. They aren’t the type of guys she runs into everyday on campus or even at parties.

The two men flop down on the couch in front of them.

“Hi I’m Yuta,” the guy with the tattoos on his hips introduces himself first.

“I’m Johnny,” the bigger guy with tattoos on his shoulder and left arm says.

“I’m Y/N,” Y/N squeaks out. Y/N tries not to stare at them too much.

“You’re really pretty.” Yuta winks. Johnny scoffs at Yuta’s blatant flirting, but nods in agreement. Y/N face heats up at his compliment.

“Save it for filming, you horny bastards,” Wendy scolds them, making Yuta and Johnny laugh.

“What? We’re just talking to our star,” Johnny defends. Wendy rolls her eyes and folds her arms.

“I’m looking forward to working with the both of you,” Y/N politely says.

While they wait, they get to know each other better. She finds out more about Johnny and Yuta and their interests outside of porn. Johnny is a local photographer and Yuta does graphic design, but do porn on the side. Y/N mentions she’s a student and confesses that she was fired from her café job, which Johnny and Yuta seem to relate to. About ten minutes later, another man walks in. He’s as handsome as Johnny and Yuta, though seems to have a captivating aura to him.

“Y/N? I’m Taeyong,” the man introduces himself. He flashes Y/N a smile.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N stretches out a hand. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Taeyong takes her hand and shakes it. “Me too! Sorry for the delay. There were a lot more cameras to set up than usual, but the room is ready now. I can take you there when you’re ready.”

Y/N nods and gets up. “Not a problem. I’m ready.”

Johnny and Yuta bid them farewell and Taeyong leads Y/N out of the waiting room. Taeyong takes her to the other side of the studio into a room that’s set up like a very basic office. There’s a desk to the side and a leather couch in the middle. She’s familiar with the setup from the videos she’s seen.

“Okay, sweetheart, have a seat in the middle of the couch.” Taeyong points to the couch and goes behind the camera.

Y/N sits down in the middle of the couch as instructed. She fiddles with the hem of dress while she waits for Taeyong’s direction. He looks at the camera screen and adjusts some of the settings.

“Okay, looks good.” Taeyong looks up from the camera and smiles at Y/N. Y/N smiles back feeling a little awkward with the silence while Taeyong does his final review.

“I’m not recording yet, don’t worry,” Taeyong says. Y/N relaxes, causing Taeyong to laugh. “I’m sure you’ve read through the script, but I’ll go through the basics of it.”

Taeyong waits for Y/N to nod before he continues.

“First, I’ll start off by ‘interviewing’ you. I’ll ask some questions about you, your sex life and why you’re here. I won’t ask specifics about your school and major. You’re also welcome to lie. It’s probably better if you do. No one has to know.”

Y/N sighs in relief. She knows most viewers don’t care too much beyond seeing the action, but knowing that Taeyong is okay with her lying as much as she wants helps her feel more comfortable.

“After that, I’ll take close ups of you with and without your clothes. I’ll give you a vibrator to play with yourself, then Johnny and Yuta will come in. Got it?”

“Yep, got it,” Y/N confirms.

“One more thing. We have cameras set up all over the room to film.” Taeyong points around the room. “Plus Johnny, Yuta and I have our cameras to film close up shots to give viewers the ‘POV’ experience. Don’t worry about the cameras, we’ll film, while you, uh, act.”

Taeyong looks a little embarrassed about his euphemism, but Y/N gives him a reassuring smile.

“Got it,” Y/N replies. “Should we start now?”

“Sure, if that’s okay with you.” Taeyong looks at Y/N and gestures for her to stand. “Go over to the door and I’ll film as if you’re walking in for the interview then sit in the middle of the couch. After that, we’ll go through the rest. Sound good?”

Y/N nods and gets up from the couch. She walks to the door and waits for Taeyong’s signal. Taeyong presses a button on the camera to start recording and nods at Y/N. She straightens her posture, pushes her chest out and walks over to the couch, swaying her hips. When she reaches the center of the couch, she makes a show of bending forward to give the camera a clear view of her cleavage. Taeyong gives her a smile in approval.

Taeyong gives her a second to get comfortable and starts talking. “Thanks for coming in. You know what you’re here for?”

“Mhmm,” Y/N nods innocently. “I saw an ad that said you’re looking for a new star.”

“That’s right. You look the part, but we’ll see if you can play the part,” Taeyong replies.

“Sweetheart, how old are you?” Taeyong asks.

“I’m 21.” Y/N runs her fingers through her hair and leans forward, pushing her breasts together.

“That’s a nice age,” Taeyong remains focused on the camera screen. “Do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”

Y/N mind wanders to Jaemin momentarily, but she giggles. “No. I’m really lonely. I can’t find someone to treat my body right.”

“That’s too bad. We’ll need to fix that today,” Taeyong replies with a flirty tone. “Have you ever filmed yourself having sex?”

Y/N giggles. “Maybe. A little. But nothing like this.”

Y/N leans back into the back of the couch and spreads her legs to tease. The hem of her dress rises up at her actions, showing off more of her thighs.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll have a good time here.” Taeyong reaffirms.

Y/N smiles wide at the camera and blushes. She knows this is part of his act to get the viewer to buy into this, but she lets herself believe it too.

“Do you have any kinks?”

Y/N hums and takes a moment to think. “I guess I like getting spanked. I like having my pussy eaten and creampied.”

“How about anal?”

Y/N shrugs. “Sure. I probably don’t get as much of it as I’d like though.”

“We’ll add that to the list for you.” Taeyong laughs. A tingle of excitement spreads through Y/N’s body.

“Okay, just one more question. Any kinks you’re not ok with?”

“I’m not into anything with feet,” Y/N replies quickly. “I guess piss play and scat too. I’ll pass on that.”

Taeyong nods and picks up the camera from the tripod. “Stand up for me, sweetheart.”

Y/N stands up from the couch. Taeyong moves closer and slowly pans the camera from her face down to her feet.

“You have pretty feet. It’s too bad you’re not into feet,” Taeyong comments. “We’ll keep your stilettos on. I want to see you get fucked with those on.”

Y/N smirks. She wore her favorite stilettos on purpose. She knew from the videos she watched that Taeyong liked it when women wore stilettos.

Taeyong moves the camera back to her face and steps back to get more of her body in the frame.

“This is a nice dress. You look really pretty in it.”

“Thank you. I wore my favorite dress for today.”

“It’s a shame you have to take it off,” Taeyong voices a little disappointment. “But I’m sure you look even prettier without it.” Taeyong looks up from the camera and gives her a reassuring smile.

“Can you take off your dress for me?”

Y/N nods and slips her straps off her shoulders and pushes her dress down to the floor, leaving her only in her pink thong.

“No bra? Oh you’re naughty. I like that,” Taeyong chuckles. He reaches out his right hand to grab her left breast and makes a noise in approval.

“Soft.” He comments and grabs her right breast. “Your boobs feel really nice.”

He taps the underside of each breast causing them to jiggle. “Nice bounce too.”

“Have a seat. We’re almost ready to get started,” Taeyong instructs.

Y/N sits back on the couch and recalls what she’s seen in other videos. She parts her legs a little wider and waits for Taeyong’s next instruction.

“Okay next, I want to see your pussy. I bet it’s as pretty as you are,” Taeyong compliments. “Can you take off your thong and show me your pretty pussy?”

Y/N slowly slides down her thong without getting up from the couch and steps out of it. She notices a dark spot in her thong and realizes that she must be wet from how turned on she is by all of this. Y/N leans back and spreads her thighs, hoping that the camera can catch how wet she already is. After she’s in position, Taeyong moves closer, focusing the camera on her pussy.

Taeyong pauses for a moment and laughs. “You’re so wet already. Sweetheart, you’re really naughty, you know that?”

“I can’t help it. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” Y/N moans.

“Can you spread your pussy for me? I want to see how wet your pretty pussy is.”

Y/N nods and slides her fingers to her pussy. When she touches her folds she feels how wet she is. She spreads her folds, hoping that Taeyong gets the shot he wants. After a few seconds, Taeyong steps back.

“We’ll give your wet pussy what it wants soon.” Taeyong gestures for Y/N to get up. “Before that, turn around and show me your ass.”

As instructed, Y/N turns around on the couch and gets on her knees. She pushes her ass back towards the camera and arches her back to give the camera a better look from behind.

“Your ass looks so good. Can you spread your ass cheeks for me?”

Y/N grabs each cheek and spreads them. Taeyong moves the camera along her ass to get a close up view of her ass, rim and pussy from the back.

“Perfect. You’re perfect, you know that?” Taeyong comments. He lightly pats her ass to indicate to her to sit down again.

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbles.

Taeyong sets the camera back on the tripod again and opens a box next to him. He grabs a g-spot vibrator and hands it to Y/N.

“I know you’re wet already.” Taeyong pauses and chuckles. “But show me how you’d play with yourself. Can you do that?”

Y/N nods and turns the vibrator on. She spreads her legs further and rubs the vibrator on her clit. The sensations send a ripple of pleasure through her body making her moan. She moves the vibrator down her folds and into her pussy. She slowly moves it in and out of her, brushing past her g-spot each time.

She’s surprised by how quickly she’s able to let go of the nerves she felt earlier. She feels comfortable and confident in front of the camera. She looks into the camera and Taeyong gives her an encouraging nod to continue. She angles the vibrator to brush against her g-spot. She feels her orgasm building and moves the vibrator in and out of her faster. Y/N feels herself getting close when a hand wraps around her wrist and pulls the vibrator out. She whines at the sudden loss. She looks up to see Yuta chuckling.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make you feel better.” Yuta winks at her.

He kneels in front of her and pushes her thighs back, spreading them further. He slowly licks up her folds and moans, tasting her on his tongue. Y/N arches her back from the shockwaves of pleasure from his actions.

“You taste so sweet. I could eat you out forever,” Yuta comments before placing a kiss below her belly button. Yuta trails light kisses down her lower belly and circles his tongue on her clit. Y/N can’t get enough of him. She grabs his hair and pushes his head closer to her pussy.

While Yuta eats her out, Johnny grabs her jaw and kisses her. His left hand begins kneading with her right boob. Y/N moans into the kiss from all the pleasure and Johnny slips his tongue into her mouth, crashing their tongues together. He breaks the kiss to press soft kisses down her neck and chest. He makes his way down to her left breast and licks and sucks her nipple. He breaks away from his ministrations to grab the camera next to him. He hovers over her and cups her face, tilting it up to face him and the camera in his right hand.

“What’s your safeword, sweetheart?” Johnny rubs a thumb across her cheek in a comforting manner.

Y/N bites her lip and thinks of a word that would kill off any sexual desire she feels. After taking a moment to decide on a word, she looks back at Johnny and the camera and mumbles, “Full sun.”

“Full sun?” Johnny laughs, but doesn’t press further. “Okay sweetheart. Just say ‘full sun’ and we’ll know to stop.”

“Okay.” Y/N nods.

Johnny and Yuta look at each other and give a subtle nod. They both slip off their pants and boxers to reveal already hard dicks. Y/N gulps looking at the size of their cocks. She doesn’t have much time to worry, because they move back in action quickly.

Yuta sits on the couch and grabs Y/N’s hair to guide her towards his cock. Y/N moves closer to grab his cock and begins stroking. She wraps her lips around his cock and swirls her tongue around the tip. Yuta lets out an appreciative moan.

Behind her, Johnny spreads her ass cheeks then lowers his tongue to lick her wet folds. Y/N moans on Yuta’s dick. The vibrations cause him to thrust into her mouth. Johnny inserts two fingers into Y/N’s pussy and thrusts them in and out at a fast pace. His fingers hit her g-spot and Y/N feels the tightening in her lower belly. Johnny can sense that she’s close so he lowers his other hand to rub her clit. This sends Y/N over the edge and she comes. Her pussy clenches around Johnny’s fingers as she lets out a loud moan. Johnny continues thrusting to help Y/N ride out her high, then slips his fingers out.

Y/N tries to catch her breath, but Yuta grabs the back of her head and forces her mouth further down his cock. He takes control of the pace and fucks her mouth. He feels her gagging around his dick and rubs her cheek with his free hand as an act of reassurance.

Johnny decides to distract her by moving his attention to her rim. He spreads her ass cheeks and gives her rim a lick. She pushes her ass back in reaction. She has never had her ass eaten before, but she definitely isn’t hating it. He gives a few more licks before taking one of his wet fingers to slowly stretch out her rim. As his finger enters, she clenches tightly around it. He kisses up her spine to help her relax. When he finally feels her relax against his finger, he slowly thrusts it in and out. When he feels her get used to his finger, he adds another and slowly stretches her out more.

When Johnny feels satisfied with how relaxed Y/N’s rim feels with his fingers inside, Taeyong tosses him a buttplug. Johnny takes his fingers out and quickly inserts the buttplug. The cool metal causes Y/N to clench and moan from the new sensation.

Yuta lifts Y/N off his cock and gets up from the couch. Johnny claims Yuta’s position on the couch and pulls Y/N closer to sit on his lap. Y/N straddles Johnny’s lap and slides her wet pussy back and forth on his cock.

Johnny laughs. “You’re so bad. You want my dick that bad?”

Johnny crashes their lips together. The kiss is sloppy and they both feel the want for something more. He breaks the kiss and leans over to grab a camera to film close up shots. With his left hand pressed on her hips, Johnny lowers Y/N slowly on his dick, inch by inch. Y/N’s face twists in pleasure the more she takes him in. He’s a lot girthier than she expected and the stretch is driving her insane with pleasure. When he’s fully inside her she lets out a satisfied moan.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so tight.” Johnny strokes her hips.

Johnny kisses her and gives her a moment to adjust to his size. Y/N decides to take control and bounces up and down his dick. Johnny grabs her hips to help control her movements.

When Johnny and Y/N have a consistent speed, Yuta stands behind Y/N and kisses down her spine. Y/N arches her back to indicate she’s enjoying what he’s doing. He stops his trail of kisses when he gets to her ass. He places a hand on each cheek and begins massaging her ass. He uses his new found control to push her ass up. The jewel in the buttplug teasingly glitters in the light. Yuta moves a hand to play with the buttplug, repeatedly pulling it in and out. Y/N arches her back in pleasure from Yuta’s actions.

Yuta takes his dick in his other hand and strokes it in preparation. He swiftly pulls out the buttplug and pushes his dick into her rim. Her rim clenches tightly around his tip. Yuta strokes her hips to help her relax and kisses her neck. He slowly pushes deeper inside her when she relaxes. This isn’t the first time Y/N has had anal sex, but anal sex with a pornstar was different. She knows he’ll make her enjoy this and gets wetter at the thought.

Yuta slowly pulls halfway out and pushes back in, allowing to get adjusted. He grabs Y/N jaw and pulls her body close to his. He turns her face towards his and kisses her. He bites her lower lip and slips his tongue over it to massage away the pain. She lets his tongue slip in and brush against hers. He breaks the kiss and gives one of her ass cheeks a slap. Y/N yelps from the pain of the impact, but tightens around both dicks. Yuta and Johnny both moan from the tightness of her grip.

Johnny reaches over to her other ass cheek and gives it a slap. This time, Y/N slightly jumps up and immediately slams down on their dicks. Yuta and Johnny take the hint that she’s enjoying this so they alternate slapping each cheek. After each slap, Y/N bounces up and down and moans pleasure.

Johnny holds Y/N’s hips to keep her still on his dick and let Yuta finish. Johnny holds her close to his body to give a better angle for movement and shots. Yuta grabs Y/N’s hips and starts roughly pounds into her ass. Y/N feels herself getting closer. All the physical contact was driving her crazy and she can feel her orgasm building up. She slides a hand between Johnny and her and rubs her clit. She only takes a few seconds before she comes for the second time. She clenches around both dicks and Yuta takes this as a sign for him to finish.

Yuta picks up the pace of his thrusts. He bends over to suck on Y/N’s neck. When he feels himself about to come, he bites down on her neck and releases inside of her in thick ropes. Y/N never had anyone cum in her ass before, but she was starting to see the appeal. She makes a mental note to try this again.

Once Yuta’s done, he slips his cock out and quickly puts the buttplug back in Y/N’s ass.

“Keep my cum inside of you, sweetheart,” Yuta orders. He gives her a quick kiss and leaves.

Once Yuta’s gone, Johnny flips their position so Y/N is laying on the couch. Johnny pushes her thighs up to get a tighter angle. He brushes past Y/N’s g-spot repeatedly in this angle and she’s already shaking in pleasure. He rubs her clit to push her over the edge for her third orgasm. Her legs shake from the overstimulation while her pussy squeezes Johnny’s dick. Her eyes tear up from the sensitivity of her back to back orgasms and Johnny’s rough thrusts into her.

Johnny can feel himself getting close. His thrusts become more erratic and shallow. Soon, he comes inside her. Y/N feels his warm seed fill her up and clenches around his dick again to keep him inside her while he finishes. He stays inside of her until he catches his breath.

Johnny pulls out a few moments later and quickly moves away to let Taeyong film close-up shots of Y/N’s pussy. She feels so fucked out of her mind at this point and on a new level of pleasure that she forgets she’s being filmed. Taeyong stills his camera close up to her pussy and films it clenching around nothing. Johnny’s cum slowly drips out of her pussy and onto the couch. Y/N can feel more of his cum inside her and squeezes to push more out. Y/N decides to take things further and shoves two fingers in her pussy. She coats her fingers in the mixture of his cum and her wetness. She pulls out her fingers and licks them clean. Next, Y/N gets off the couch and turns around towards the spot of cum she squeezed out. She bends over and licks it off the couch. She hears Taeyong let out a satisfied noise, giving her a clue that he approved of what she was doing.

Y/N kneels with her ass towards the camera to give a clear shot of the buttplug still in her ass and her cum-soaked pussy. She grabs the buttplug and swirls it around, then pulls it out a little then pushes it back in. She pushes her ass up higher then pulls out the buttplug. Yuta’s cum slips out and down her thighs. She lowers her ass to help push out the last bits of cum. Although she can’t see him, she can tell that Taeyong is satisfied with her performance. After a couple of seconds, Taeyong clears his throat, which makes Y/N turn around to face him.

“Wow,” Taeyong says. “You did amazing.”

“Thank you. I had a great time, as you can see.” Y/N chuckles. Although she’s cum-stained and starting to feel a little gross, she knows she did well.

“That’s good. It’s important that you had a great time,” Taeyong replies. “Listen, you did great today. I know you’ll be a star. We definitely want to keep working with you.”

Y/N bites her lip. She feels a little bad Taeyong didn’t get to actively participate in the filming like he typically does in these videos, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. Y/N gets on her hands and knees and crawls closer to Taeyong.

“But Sir, I’m not done yet.” He furrows his brows in confusion, but waits for her to continue.

“What do you mean?” He asks when she crawls up to his feet.

“I mean.” Y/N swallows. She raises up to a kneeling position in front of Taeyong. She looks up at Taeyong and frowns. “You’ve worked so hard to film us, Sir. It’s not fair that you don’t get to come.”

Taeyong lets out a laugh and raises an eyebrow.

“Can I make you come, Sir?” Y/n pleads, putting on her best puppy dog eyes and pout. Y/N can tell from the way Taeyong’s breath hitches that he wants this.

“You’re really something else. You know that, sweetheart?” Taeyong says.

“Is that a yes, Sir? Can I suck your dick? I want you to come in my mouth,” Y/N begs.

“Fuck…” Taeyong unbuttons his jeans and reaches down to the zipper. Y/N brushes his hand away and unzips his jeans. Taeyong grabs her chin and tilts it up.

“You haven’t gotten enough cum in you yet?” He quizzes.

Y/N shakes her head. “Not until I swallow your cum, Sir.”

She swiftly pushes his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, freeing his cock. She smirks when she sees that his cock is already hard and leaking precum. She rubs the precum on his tip with thumb, then licks down his length. She wraps her hand on his base and starts slowly stroking his dick. She rests her head on his left thigh and takes his balls in her mouth. She sucks and licks on them while she continues stroking his dick. Taeyong feels himself shaking from her actions so he steadies the camera on the tripod.

Y/N moves her mouth to his cock and slowly licks up the underside of his dick to his tip, eliciting a moan of approval from Taeyong. He uses his fingers to comb her hair away from her face, giving the camera a clear view of her licking his shaft. She holds the base tightly before taking him in her mouth slowly.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Taeyong lets out a moan and tightens his grip on her head.

He tilts her head up to get a good shot of face and while she bobs up and down his dick. Taeyong feels himself getting close and starts thrusting into her mouth. Her eyes tear up and she gags around his dick from the sudden change in speed. The image of her tearing up and gagging on his dick edges him closer. After a few more thrusts, he holds her head to keep her still and comes into her mouth. He slowly removes himself from her mouth and watches some of the mixture of his cum and her saliva trail down the corner of her mouth. Taeyong wipes the mixture with his fingers and shoves them in her mouth.

“Swallow,” Taeyong commands.

Y/N wraps her lips around his fingers and swallows. She opens her mouth with her tongue out to show Taeyong and the camera that she swallowed everything.

“Thank you, Sir.” She gives Taeyong a lazy smile.

Taeyong reaches over to the camera to stop recording. He takes a deep breath and sighs. “Wow. That was…unbelievable.”

Y/N giggles. She knows she looks fucked out of her mind, but she feels that it was worth it. She hadn’t expected to go so far, but once she was in the groove of things one thing led to another.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and feels a little self conscious that she is naked and covered in cum. Taeyong is busy putting his pants back on, so Y/N grabs her dress and thong.

“Here.” Taeyong hands Y/N a towel. “Put this on and go outside. Wendy will show you to the bathroom so you can clean up.”

Y/N walks over to Taeyong and grabs the towel. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Taeyong smiles. “Thank you for working with us. You did really great and I’m sure your video will do really well. If you’re ever interested in filming again, let us know. You definitely have what we’re looking for.”

Y/N blushes. “Maybe I will. It was better than I thought it would be.”

Y/N wraps the towel around her body and waves bye at Taeyong before she leaves the room. When Wendy sees her, she rushes over and shows her to the restroom. Once she’s showered and dressed, Wendy hands her a Plan B pill. She emphasizes they can never be too careful. Y/N understands and swallows the pill.

Wendy hands Y/N the $1,000 she’s set to receive today. She reminds Y/N the rest of the money would be sent to her via direct deposit next week and waves her off.

Y/N comes home to find Haechan waiting for her in the living room with her favorite fried chicken and tells her she’s the “best pornstar roommate ever”.

“I’m not a pornstar and soon I won’t be your roommate when I kick your annoying ass out!” Y/N rolls her eyes and grabs the whole box of fried chicken away from Haechan. Haechan tries to claw the box away from her, but eventually she relents and they eat together while he fills her in on the latest gossip.

A week goes by and as promised, Foxy Babes 4 U sends Y/N the remaining money a week after the filming. She vaguely recalls that their email mentioned that if the video gained over a million views, she would receive additional money, but she hasn’t thought too much about it. She now has enough money for rent and food to last her a few months.

Despite the new found financial stability, Y/N is spending her Friday night browsing the college job posting site. She’s filling out an application when her door slams open and angry footsteps make their way closer to her.

“I can’t believe you!” Haechan spins her chair around to make her face him.

“What the hell Haechan!” Y/N tries to roll her chair back to create some distance between her and a seething Haechan.

“FULL SUN? Your safeword is ‘FULL SUN’?”

“How’d you know? I’ve only mentioned it in…” Y/N thinks hard about when she might have let that slip. During a random hook up? Or maybe with Jaemin? Then it dawns on her. “OOOOH! That casting couch porn thing.”

“Yes exactly!”

“Oh my God! Why are you watching me have sex?” Y/N questions. Her face twists in a look of disgust. “I’m your roommate! I don’t watch you having sex!”

“Come on, you know at this point, there are no secrets between us,” Haechan snorts.

“Anyway, didn’t they tell you the video was up?” Haechan changes the subject, trying to avoid getting further grilled by Y/N about why he’s watching her get fucked out of her mind.

Y/N takes a moment to think. She vaguely recalls an email from Wendy and a text from Taeyong congratulating her, but didn’t realize they were congratulating her on the video being live for everyone’s pleasure.

“Oh yeah. They did email and text me a link, I guess. I forgot. I lived through it, I don’t need to see it.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders.

“But now it makes sense why Jaemin texted me to ask if his friend could join the next time we hook up,” Y/N contemplates. She pulls out her phone to text Jaemin back. Her job hunting can go on hold for a few hours.

“You’re unbelievable,” Haechan scoffs.

“Are you slutshaming me? Because this slut has rent money for the next 6 months and you don’t -”

“NO.” Haechan shakes his head. “You’re making all this money and your first thought is to get on Jaemin’s dick instead of treating ME to steak and a PS5. It was ME, who encouraged you to do this. Not Jaemin!”

“Seriously? You’re going to pull that card?” Y/N scoffs. “YOU scarred ME when I had to witness you rubbing one out. You’re lucky I didn’t punch you in the balls.”

Y/N makes a fist and Haechan instinctively covers his dick with his hands. Y/N moves her fist closer to Haechan, causing him to cower in fear and fall onto the ground. She cackles at his reaction and pats him on the head instead.

“Thanks Haechan. You’re the best cheerleader ever.” Y/N continues to ruffle his hair, knowing it’ll piss him off further.

Y/N’s phone vibrates with a text back from Jaemin saying he and his friend were leaving the gym and will be ready at his place in an hour. Y/N grins and confirms that she’ll be over. She knew he would do whatever to make it happen.

Y/N shoves Haechan towards her bedroom door to signal him to leave. “Well, if you’ll excuse me. I have a dick appointment with Jaemin to get ready for.”

Haechan groans, trying to fix his hair as best as he can while he leaves. He grabs the door handle and turns back to Y/N. “I hope he shoves his sweaty toes in your mouth!”

Haechan slams the door and goes back to finishing “Y/N’s porn debut”, as he calls it, purely for critiquing purposes.

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Embry x reader

After moving in with your aunt temporarily, you find it difficult to be happy about the situation. Oftentimes you'd go to your cousin, Sam's, house. When there you end up getting more than you bargained for, but maybe it's what you need.

Games

Shoving your food around on your plate you looked up at the woman sitting in front of you. Your aunt apparently. Glaring at her you stabbed into a chunk of food stuffing it in your mouth.

"So...," She started her voice unsure, "your mom is going to Paris?" Great conversation starter. Your mom running off with her rich boyfriend.

"Yeah. With Ron. Stupid fucking-" you grumbled your voice lowering to nothing.

"Well you're welcome here. You know that." She smiled tightly and you glanced away glaring at the wall.

"I know." You huffed before dropping your fork onto the plate. "I'm going to Sam's."

As you stood up your chair scraped loudly across the floor. Picking your plate up you walked into the kitchen and dropped the dirty dishes into the sink. You sighed as they clattered noisily. You heard your aunt let out a heavy breath before she called out.

"Y/n I know you don't want to be here but please try to be understanding." She tried, her voice faltering.

Sighing you rinsed the dishes and then grasped ahold of the sink. She may not have been your favorite person right now, but she took you in with no hesitation. Heaving a sigh you pushed yourself off the sink and walked back into the dining room.

"I'm sorry aunt Ally. I'm just, I don't like being dropped off like extra luggage." You explained, walking back over to the table and pushing your chair back in.

"I know sweetheart. Just," she paused, "tell Sam and Emily I said hi." She smiled pushing away from the table herself. You watched as she stood and made her way over to you.

"Have fun and be safe." She cautioned, pulling you into her arms.

You nodded, letting yourself hug her back.

"Sure thing." You murmured as you slowly pulled away.

Smiling sadly she waved you on and you gave her a small grin. Grabbing your bag from your temporary room you dashed to the front door.

"See you later!" You called snatching your jacket off of the coat rack as you stepped out onto the porch.

You noted the rainy weather and shook your head. It was Forks after all. Pulling out your car keys, you clicked the button to unlock your vehicle.

Yanking on the door handle the door opened with a squeak. You frowned but slid into the seat, starting the car and clicking your seat belt in place.

Rearranging the mirrors and seat you placed your hands on the steering wheel, letting out a sigh as you threw your head back. You let yourself enjoy the silence for a moment before you opened your eyes. Shifting the car into reverse, you pulled out of the driveway, before shifting back into drive. The ride was relatively quick as you drove to La push.

It took maybe 20 minutes before you pulled into the driveway. Putting the car in park you turned the vehicle off, hopping out onto the driveway.

The house was small and welcoming as you walked up to the porch. You raised your hand to knock but jumped when the door swung open and a boy rammed into you.

"Oomf." You huffed as you fell backwards off the porch and onto the ground. The boy didn't seem to notice or care as he hopped over you and ran into the woods.

"Rude." You grumbled pushing yourself back up. Brushing yourself off you walked back up to the house and knocked on the wall.

"Hello? Sam?" You called.

Emily walked around a corner and smiled when she saw you.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you. It's been too long." She huffed dramatically as she dried her hands off.

"I was here yesterday Em." You giggled as you entered the kitchen, immediately grabbing a cookie off of the plate on the table.

"I know but with all these boys around it feels like forever!" She smiled grabbing a cookie for herself.

"Right. Speaking of boys.... Who just ran out of here?" You inquired taking a bite of your cookie.

"Depends. Probably Paul though." She sighed as she glanced at the door.

"Maybe. First guy I've met since coming back other than Sam though." You smirked biting into the cookie again.

"It's probably best you don't meet the others." She sighed turning to the oven. Pulling on an oven mitt she pulled out a fresh batch of Chocolate chip cookies.

"Oh my gosh Em! Those look so good!" You moaned making grabby hands at the warm cookies.

"You can eat as many as you'd like once they've cooled down!" She laughed placing the cookies on a cooling rack.

"Fine." You grumbled sliding off of the stool.

"Where is Sam anyway?" You asked as you began to clear off the counters and put the dishes away.

"Out with the guys. Keeping them out of trouble I hope." She sighed thanking you as she began to wash the dishes in the sink.

You continued to help Emily with the chores and jumped when the front door slammed open.

"Em- oh my god are those cookies!" You heard multiple boys 'ooh' and 'aah' at the snacks and laughed.

"Em make sure they save some for me would you!?" You called as you switched the laundry in another room.

"Sure thing!" She hollered back and you could hear as she smacked someone's hands. Starting the laundry up again you skipped back into the kitchen.

"Cookies?" You asked and cheered when Emily handed you a plate.

"Thanks." You grinned taking a bite out of one.

"Wait wait wait why does she get an entire plate!?" One of the boys whined and you turned to face them. They were all super tall and that made you a little anxious.

"Because Quil, she helped me with the chores." Emily grinned as Sam wrapped his arms around her waist. The man turned to face you and smiled.

"Thanks for keeping her company and helping out." He smiled and ruffled your hair. You smiled at him and shook your head.

"Anything for her." You smiled kissing Emily on the cheek.

"After all she is my favorite." You laughed.

The male smiled at you before playfully lunging.

"Aaah whatever will I do!?" You jabbed and screamed as you ran out of the house. Sam chased you out in the game of tag and you shrieked as you jumped off of the porch.

"Have mercy!" You pled as you scrambled around the yard. Jumping over a log you squeaked when you ran into a person.

"Oh my god!" You yelped when Sam crashed into you and the guy you bumped into. You groaned but laughed as Sam rolled off of you. Pushing yourself up you smiled at the person underneath you.

"Are you alright?" You asked crawling off of him. He seemed stunned but smiled turning to face you.

"Yeah I'm good." He laughed.

Giggling you got up brushing yourself off.

"Sorry about that. Sam was trying to kill me because his fiance loves me more." You smirked sticking your tongue out at the male behind you.

"Need a hand?" You asked holding your hand out to him.

"Uh sure." He smiled nervously taking your hand in his.

You jumped at how hot his hand was. And how heavy. You yanked him up and lost your footing when he was off the ground.

Squeaking your arms wheeled as you tried to rebalance.

"Sam!" You shrieked and the man snickered as you fell back.

"Crap!" You heard the boy yelp as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest.

"My bad." He chuckled. Smiling you pressed your hands to his shirtless chest.

"Thanks for saving me." You grumbled glaring at Sam.

The man smirked at you raising his hands in mock surrender.

"You tried to steal my fiance. Again." He snickered. "You had it coming."

You rolled your eyes before glancing up at the male with his arms now wrapped around your waist.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm y/n. You are?"

"Anything you want me to be." He whispered dreamily his eyes locked on yours. Your eyes widened and you mouth opened forming and 'O'.

"Embry. Stop being a creep!"

Jumping you turned when you heard a loud shout from the porch. Your eyes trained on the guy who'd pushed you earlier, Paul, smirking. Your eyes narrowed and you flipped him off.

"Easy there wolf bait. I might bite!" He laughed loudly and you huffed.

"Okay so you're Embry?" You asked facing the boy who held you, placing your hands on his forearms.

"Yeah. Embry Call." He nodded.

"Okay Call. Care to explain why you're looking at me like you're about to get on your knees and kiss my feet?" You smiled jokingly. Then quite literally the boy got on his knees in front of you.

"Oh my god! No! Stop that! Get up! Get up!" You panicked, flustered, hitting him on his shoulders. You could hear Sam cracking up behind you and whipped around to glare at him.

"Sam! Make him get up!" You shrieked. Sam curled over in laughter as you flushed.

"Embry! Can we talk about this? Get up!" You urged grabbing his arms and yanking. The boy glanced at you before standing up and holding your hand.

"Sorry. Too much?" He asked and you flushed.

"Just a bit." You agreed brushing some leaves out of his hair.

"Care to explain what this is all about or..." The silence spoke for itself.

"Maybe once we're inside? Sam and Emily can help me explain so I don't sound too stupid. Or look more stupid." He blushed under his russet skin.

You placed your hands on your hips and nodded.

"Alright let's do that." You agreed with a smile.

About an hour later you were sitting in the living room of your cousins house, your brain scrambling to take in all the new information. Your hand was in Embry's despite everyone telling you you didn't have to be in love with him. Glancing up you made eye contact with Sam.

"So you and Emily?" You hinted and the man nodded.

"And me and Embry?" You continued. Again the man nodded. With a sigh you faced Embry who was staring at your interlocked fingers.

"What do you think of all this?" You asked stroking your thumb over his knuckles. He jumped before looking up to you.

"I, uh,-" he stumbled over his words and you laughed.

"Whatever you have to say, Sam won't kill you for it." You assured and the boy relaxed slightly.

"I think you're really cute, and I think that I want you to be mine. Not that you have to be it's just you're so... Wow." He breathed as he stared into your eyes and you smirked as you rose a brow.

"That so?" You teased and he flushed.

You rolled your eyes before turning to Emily and Sam.

"So you boys turn into wolves? Because my new school has vampires? And you can get a soulmate thing out of that?" You asked trying to summarize.

"Plus the healing factors and being hot all the time." Embry added and you smirked.

"Em I thin- wait!" You whined slapping your forehead as you realized that Emily and Embry would have the same nickname.

Emily laughed as you flopped back into the couch and Embry stared in confusion.

"Sam. I don't think you have to worry about me stealing your fiance anymore." You sighed as you slid into Embry's shoulder.

Sam chuckled before pulling Emily close to him, kissing her forehead.

"I'm okay with that." He admitted and you groaned.

"Emilyyy! My love! Our union has been forbidden but I will always love you!" You exclaimed as you let yourself fall into Embry's lap dramatically.

The boy jumped before running his fingers through your hair. You hummed happily lifting a finger.

"On second thought I think I'm okay. I still get Emily on Fridays and Tuesdays though, okay?" You bargained and heard the group laugh.

"You'll have Emily every day when me and your puppy are out." Sam reminded and you gasped.

"You're right! That's great news." You grinned before opening your eyes and looking up to Embry.

"So you wanna try being boyfriend girlfriend, soon to be genderbent Emily and Sam?" You asked and the boy smiled.

"I'm okay with that." He nodded and you shot him a couple finger guns.

"Great. So Sam that means lay off on my man or I'll steal Emily!" You warned and the man huffed.

"Y/n you already do that." He reminded and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah whatever you say. For now I'm ignoring you because Embry is amazing and way prettier than you." You teased and grinned when Embry blushed.

This was going to be a fun relationship.

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