#so also open to suggestions that fuck over the apartment long term as long as they are not discoverable before i get my deposit back

[songofsaraneth]

last night the Creachur that has been living inside the cieling tried to dig its way out Directly Over My Bed at 5am, no matter how many times i banged back to try to scare it off or how loud i played coyote noises on my phone and held it against the ceiling, so if anyone has any other ideas for trying to best it tonight if it does the same. let me know

#the landlord said pest guys would come last week at 8am and then they never did even tho i even got up early for it #but we Hate my landlord right now hes trying to illegally raise rent #so also open to suggestions that fuck over the apartment long term as long as they are not discoverable before i get my deposit back #ramblings #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #wharglbargle #the rent things also fucked its just if i post about it i will cry even more but i need to save my tears for the meting with NM legal aid

[lolokouhm]

You got Gojo Satoru wondering - and he might not be built for that.

Satoru is a person who doesn't really think twice before acting. He's used to being the strongest, the most powerful and hence, always right. But for the first time in a very long time, Satoru starts to wonder.

The beginnings are innocent, as they tend to be. Why are you so easy to talk to? He's had plenty of girls before, and none of them seemed to be able to hold conversation as well as you. Why are you so pretty? Your parents must have some crazy genes, both sides, to create a creature so insanely breathtaking. Why are you so bold? You were the one who made the first step and suggested this whole friends-with-benefits type of situation and that's why Satoru blames you. He's not used to thinking like that. That's too much for his pretty head to take.

Oh, and by the way, as we're on the subject of head - why are you so good at giving it? The way your sneaky little tongue plays with his tip almost gets him crying every fucking time. You should be illegal - and it gets even worse. Your gaze somehow always finds his and it doesn't even feel like you're looking at him. It's black magic. Maybe you are a curse user after all - your eyes do something to weaken him, being especially effective when poor Satoru is really trying his best not to come too soon. And so, he wonders. Do you want to kill him? Do you want him to drop dead, just like that?

In terms of dropping, Gojo is dropping to his knees, that's for sure. He'd drop everything actually, just to be able to open your legs and worship both you and the ground you're walking on, no matter where, no matter when. Your warmth gets him thinking. Why are your thighs so soft? He could sleep on them. he could live there - right there, in a sacred place, which no other men should ever have access to. A mere thought of that makes him angry, and that again, makes him wonder.

Is he jealous? But there were no rules, no talk of exclusivity. He thought he couldn't be jealous like that, especially when you didn't have anyone except him. At least that's how it was at first, but now he's not sure. He’s never asked. Satoru is thinking. Again. It feels uncomfortable, and the feeling intensifies as he reaches for his car keys. Maybe he shouldn’t be driving in this state? Normally he’d ask Geto, but the way his best friend stared at you during that party last weekend makes him grind his teeth. He didn't worry about it back then. So what changed? The way your body feels under his fingers? The way you smile, so sincerely that it feels unfair to have you in this universe? The way you moan his name and shake, when he...

’toru?’

Your voice brings him back. He looks at you, eyes wide open, confusion yet again written all over his face. Because even though he might be the honoured one, he's just a man. A man, who doesn't notice how his fingers unconsciously get tangled with yours every time he brings you on edge. A man, who doesn't understand why you make him feel not only like a horny teenager, but also a sad, lonely puppy every single time you leave his apartment, all happy and giddy for some inexplicable reason. A man, who simply doesn't get why his heart beats as if it's completely lost its rhythm in front of you, especially now, his six eyes scanning your surprised expression when you finally open the door.

Satoru wanted to say something, but doesn't know what now. Your lips are so distracting after all.

Guess he'll wonder for a little longer.

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[corruptedroses]

— Peg me, Darling

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Fandom — Honkai Star Rail Pairing — Sampo Koski/AFAB! reader (no pronouns used) Summary — Sampo was always full of surprises, but sometimes, you surprise him Content Warnings — top reader, pegging, use of sex toys (anal plug, lube, strap on, vibrators), overstimulation (male receiving), anal (male receiving), handjobs, cum as lube (in handjob), use of nicknames (darling (both himself and you), princess (you)), bratting (Sampo), suggestive ending Word Count — 1.7k Author's Note — thank you so much everyone for the recent influx of followers/support on my works. This is mostly self-indulgent but I wanted to take the time to thank everyone for joining me on my horny rambles. This will be posted on ao3 as well

Sampo Koski was always full of surprises, one just so happened to be wanting to be willingly pegged.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his confident smirk lighting up the room, you couldn’t help but fumble a bit with the latches around your waist. He was just about to get his ass railed and yet he was sitting there, being a cocky shitlord as he watched you put on the straps, watched as you fit the harness to your waist and the silicon dick bobbed a few times from each movement.

You were going to enjoy wiping that smirk off his face.

“You said you prepped beforehand?” His text messages had ingrained themselves into your mind at this point, sunken into the crevices of each grove of your muscle, but yet it stuck to the front, repeating over and over. This man had not only agreed to let you fuck him but had even prepared everything in advance to make things easier. He bought the toys and the strap, he prepped the lube that sat on the bedside table of his shitty little apartment, the lid already popped open as lube dripped from the squeeze bottle and onto the scratched wood.

Yet he didn’t move from that bloody bed, instead crossing one leg over another, his cock angry and red as it pressed up and against his chiselled stomach. “Sure did, couldn’t let my darling be bored by prepping me. You want the fun part.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way his hands danced through the air as he spoke, making it seem like he was the main attraction — which, to be fair, he was — of a circus, but yet as you finally closed the distance, leaning towards the lube on the table, you held the bottle in your hand, feeling the weight of it in your palm. “Something on your mind?”

“Just thinking about how we’re going to do this.” Your hair was pushed away from your face as Sampo raised his head to meet your eye, watching as those emerald greens danced around in their silly mirth like they usually did. He was such a fool, but also yet such an angel. “Is there anything you want to do?”

“As long as I get to make you happy, I don’t mind.” You were meant to be the one in control but yet he seized it so casually, feeling the way his lips brushed against your stomach as he leaned forward, humming softly against your skin. “But I do want to control the vibrating bit in your cunt.”

You fucking knew that part wasn’t just some weird insertion. “Sampo.”

“Couldn’t leave you out of all the fun.” Watching the way he leaned back onto his bed, his shoulder blades hit the surprisingly made sheets, his years of running from the Silvermane guard had defiantly paid off in terms of flexibility as he so easily pulled his legs over his head and caused the chain between the purple nipple clamps to jingle with movement.

“Is…” That was a plug, one that stood out against the pale skin of his ass and covered his puckered hole. Purple, shiny, you swore the thing had glitter as you stared at it. Is this what he had meant about preparing? Your snickers turned to giggles quickly, unable to contain yourself as you looked up at him, “had to match it to your hair?”

“You said purple looks nice on me.” Well, it most certainly does, but yet there was something about him paying attention to it for his outfit compared to shoving it up his asshole. As he began to blabber on about purple, your fingers came to the flared head of the plug, letting him be mid-sentence before you slowly pulled it out, listening to the way he shuddered and groaned doing so. “Hey, that was a surprise attack!” You should probably get him a gag for that pretty mouth of his too, make sure he couldn’t talk while you fucked him, but you wanted to hear those sweet moans.

Fake dick lubricated, Sampo on his back with his legs curled up towards his face, you practically were all set, your fingers coming to rest against the back of his knee, letting your nails gently scratch at the skin. “What’s the safeword?”

“Gepard.” It was a stupid one considering the name was of the guard that wanted him in custody, but it worked all the same, watching the way his lopsided smile was wiped off his face the moment that the silicon was pressed against his tight ring. Of course, this was the first time he had allowed the lovely you to top him, but that was another story. You could see the way his eyes lit in anticipation but yet his brow furrowed in preparation.

Oh sweet Sampo, he certainly had a hard time making up his mind when his other harder friend was sure enjoying the attention.

“Oh, but first.” Something clicked in Sampo’s hand and the toy nestled in your cunt whirled to life, causing you to jolt as it started slow. “Now you can start.” What a little bitch. Letting your eyes narrow at his, you braced a hand against the back of one of his muscular thighs, the other hand coming to grasp at the cock, feeling it softly vibrate in your hand. Were the vibrations for his pleasure or yours? You frankly couldn’t tell but yet as you pushed the head of the silicon past the ring of muscle, you watched as he did his best to stay perfectly relaxed.

“You’re doing so well…” You muttered, grazing your lips against one of his calves, eyes fixated on your lover’s face, “So pretty.” So perfect. You couldn’t help but admire the way his lips parted as you inched in little by little, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut with each pant. So perfect, so good, such a nice little hole. You could imagine how tight he was, see the way he sucked in the fake dick. You wished you could feel him instead of these damn vibrations. Leaning down to his neck, you licked a soft stripe up the front, your nose brushing against the beginning of his stubble. “Hanging in there, darling?” you asked, using his nickname for you against him.

“Fine, darling, I’m fine.” He always kept his composure, through disguise and action, but yet there was something about the way his smile broke slightly, how his eyebrow twitched. May the Aeons have mercy on him, you were about to make him scream Nihility’s name. “I’m just- oh goodness.” The first crack of his voice as you experimentally rutted against him was enough to make your lip twitched up into a knowing smirk, watching the way his emerald eyes met yours.

Oh, oh, you liked this power over him, you liked watching him squirm as you pulled the strap out to the tip, making him feel so empty before making him so full again. If the sun were to explode, if life ceased to exist, you would etch the look on his face in your mind for the rest of your time on this god-forsaken planet. Sampo, under you, whimpering from you? It was too good to not remember. His fingers flexed into that pillow, still attempting to keep his composure, to keep control on the situation, but yet as you began to pace yourself, hearing the way skin slapped against skin, it melted away.

There were many things that Sampo Koski was prepared for, but none of them included getting to experience his prostate being fucked against by the person above him. Even if he had been caught off guard by the pleasure, even if he was caught off guard by how vulnerable he was, there were still some tricks up his sleeve as the remote in his hand clicked once more. Your body bent forward, your head pressing against his chest as the vibrator in your cunt sped up.

“What’s wrong?” He was able to chuckle finally able to get back his breath, “a bit too buzzy?” A long, drawn-out moan was released from his lips as your hand grasped around his neglected dick, giving a quick pump. He twitched in your hand, hard and heavy, cum slowly dribbling from the head that acted as lube somewhat as you slowly began to pump in time with your thrusts. Each movement moved the vibrator in your cunt, feeling your own juices stain the leather of the straps and down your legs, most likely making a pretty work of the carpet underneath your feet.

You needed to get those whimpers, those whines, those calls of your name every time the tip met that little bundle of nerves inside him. What a treat, to see him squirm and whine and plead for mercy as your hips hit that spot with precision, but you did not dare to let yourself slow, even as you planted firmly in him, feeling the way his thighs jolted with each stroke and fuck. Tears fluttered his lashes from where they escaped the corners of his eyes, nuzzling deep into the pillow under his head.

To cross lands and seas, to cross the stars that made up your galaxy, you would do so to meet him again, to fuck him again, to see the lock on his face again as he finally met his peek. How pretty were those tears that ran down his cheeks as you stroked him through his orgasm, line after line of white dancing across his toned chest and abs as you eased him through it, one pump after another. You kept fucking him, pumping him, until he was empty and then some, just to feel the way his cock twitched with his heartbeat as overstimulation took hold. His breathing was laboured, his back arched as he struggled to capture his breath.

But Sampo Koski wasn’t done just yet. The deal always had to be sealed.

The vibrator shut off as you whined, your own high beginning to ease away from you as you glared at your lover, but yet Sampo’s dexterous form was easy enough to get out of this situation. The buckles were undone to the harness at the speed of light, and your body was picked up and easily thrown onto his chest.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” Sampo Koski always made good use of his tongue. It was going to be a long night.

#x reader smut #smut #hsr smut #hsr x you #hsr sampo #hsr sampo x you #hsr sampo x reader #hsr sampo smut #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x reader smut #honkai star rail x you smut

[lisa-is-writing]

inspired by @awesomestarker 's post

Peter sincerely believed that he would outgrow this "collecting-everything-possible-from-comics-to-socks" phase. When you're sixteen, assembling a construction kit and reading comics doesn't seem like something childish. When you're nineteen, it's a little weird, but sidelong glances can be avoided if you just don't talk about it with someone other than friends. When you're twenty-three, your business starts to go up, and you have a healthy long-term relationship with Tony Stark, also known as a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and who proposed to move in together three days ago, it's a tragedy.

All of Peter's former partners viewed his hobby as something insignificant, stupid, and pointless. They laughed every time he brought a new Lego set or a fresh issue of a long-awaited Captain America comic, and indulgently ruffled his hair. They considered his bright eyes and the expression of absolute delight on his face as a sign of immaturity. So when Peter met Tony, he swore to keep his mouth shut and not even mention his strange collections. As soon as they started visiting each other, Peter scooped up all the construction kits, comics, postcards, mugs, more than thirty pairs of brand-new socks with labels, and other stuff in boxes and hid them in a far corner of the pantry. Without shelves and cabinets filled with all sorts of small things, the apartment seemed empty, it became uncomfortable for him to be at home. But this incredible relationship with Tony was worth it. He was happier with him than with anyone else.

Moving in together was only a matter of time. They had a great time together, and Peter knew that sooner or later Tony would suggest moving his things to the huge dwelling in his tower. The most important thing was that Peter wanted to live with Tony, but deliberately slowed down the process of taking their relationships to a whole new level. But after weeks of uncertainty, Tony couldn't stand it and put the question squarely, after which Peter had no choice but to agree, so as not to fuck up everything. He had hoped to just leave the boxes in the pantry and pick up the rest of his things, but he had miscalculated. He didn't think Tony would pay the movers to clean his apartment and move everything to the Tower. And when he said “clean”, he meant that only the walls, floor, ceiling and basic furniture had remained in the apartment.

In panic, he basically not came, but flew to the Tower. The penthouse met him with the living room littered with boxes and piles of things. Tony's tousled head poked out from behind the further stuff. He was smiling from ear to ear, waving his hand unusually actively at him in greeting.

"Hey, Pete!" he exclaimed happily, and got to his feet with the intention of approaching his boyfriend. Peter's heart skipped a beat when he saw one of his collectible mugs in his hands. And a little trouble if it wasn't for a mug in the shape of an ass. "I found something here-"

He didn't have time to finish. Peter flew over to Tony in a second, snatched the mug from his hands, and threw it into the nearest open box. There was the sound of broken ceramics, to which Peter grimaced – he paid five dollars for this mug. Tony froze in shock, turning his head toward the box where the piece of kitchen utensils that had been in his hands a moment ago had disappeared. Peter was clearly panicking. He left his coat and a folder of documents and ran between the dumps of boxes, checking where Tony had already looked. To his horror, the ones with Lego sets were open, and nearby he saw a package of collectible Kinder Surprise figurines. Carefully wrapped in newspapers, the mugs peeked out from under the lines of ink everywhere uneven paper breaks. Comics stood in neat columns on the floor, next to socks of all possible colours. His hands began to shake. Peter breathed nervously through his nose, closing the boxes with ragged movements, but the first try he could barely do anything. Things just flew in different directions, the cardboard was torn and crumpled in weak fingers.

"Pete," Tony called, but got was no answer. Peter was so ashamed that he kept his eyes on the floor and could barely hold back tears. "Pete, look at me." Tony sat down beside him and gently stroked his cheek with a warm hand, turning his face toward him. "What happened? Talk to me."

"I- I'll throw all this stuff away, I promise," Peter said, nodding his head in acknowledgment, then went back to putting his collections back into boxes, as far away from his eyes as possible. "Don't kick me out. I know it's stupid and childish, just let me…

"Peter!" Tony's voice was stunned. "I… w-why throw it all away? What for?"

"Because it's rubbish," Peter said impatiently, pausing for a moment; the shame slowly receded, leaving anger and annoyance after itself. He rubbed his unhealthy red cheeks with the cuff of his white shirt and shook his head. "This is complete shit and doesn't suit a grown man like me. I don't know why I didn't throw it all away sooner."

"Is this really what you think, or did someone tell you that?"

There was silence, and Peter froze in fright. His tense shoulders shook slightly, his fingers tugging at the fabric of his formal trousers. Tony was patiently silent, looking at his boyfriend with piercing eyes.

"Did you see me angry because of it," Tony said softly, "or noticed any sign of disgust?"

"No," Peter muttered under his breath, though he suspected the question was rhetorical.

"I love you," Tony's hands gently settled on his shoulders, squeezing them palpably, "and I want you to be happy. If this junk, as you say, is what it takes to bring you joy, then I'm more than willing to fill our entire apartment with it. I love you just for who you are, and these collections are a part of you. I already like them, no matter what you think of them."

Peter didn't say anything, just put his arm around Tony's neck and buried his face in the shoulder, sobbing briefly. Tony held him close and kissed the top of his head, his broad, warm hands stroking his back.

"I'm lucky to have you," Peter said, his voice muffled but not so heartbreaking anymore. "I love you so much."

"I know," Tony said, his smile palpable. "I love you, too. But you better wipe your little tears," he smiled at the bewildered look in Peter's reddened eyes and winked playfully, "we still have a lot of work to do."

And while Peter wasn't immediately convinced when most of the shelves and cabinets in their house were filled with his collections, Tony's habit of drinking coffee exclusively from an ass-shaped mug glued together from the wreckage at least made him stop considering them meaningless. And that would be enough for a while.

#my fanfiction #starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #writing #peter parker #tony stark #peter loves collecting stuff #even though he thinks it's stupid #and tony is a very supportive boyfriend #and we love and respect him for it

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

I require Frankie helping Jay with the bath or shower while she was pregnant please!

Thank you for the ask! That is a very specific - and delicious - situation! I wanted to make it sweet but it became a love song to the pussy, I guess??? Maybe not as much helping with showering as... well, you'll see.

I'm going with pregnant for the first time around, when they lived in an apartment, so no tub. (Or are tubs very common in American apartments? I honestly have no idea. I've only been to one, I think, and that one did actually have a tub. I haven't written them as having a tub before so I'm gonna go with no tub. But I digress!)

Warnings: Here there be porn. Pregnancy, pussy shaving, cunnilingus, squirting.

The shower has been running for a very long time and when Frankie hears a clatter, then a curse, he hurries to the bathroom. Through the mist and the wet of the cabinet glass, he sees Jay trying to bend down to pick something up. The nine month bump is, however, slightly in the way.

"Jay?"

Her head snaps up and he can see that she's pissed.

"I'm fine!"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to shave but your child keeps getting in the way," she snaps, letting him know in no uncertain terms that it is his fault that she's in this predicament. "Not only am I unable to reach down there, I also keep knocking things over."

"Shave?" Frankie may be an accomplished pilot gifted with quick wits and lightning fast reflexes, but sometimes he just doesn't keep up with Jay. And his first thought when she talks about shaving is armpits.

Then he catches up, and frankly doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Do you have to shave down there? You're about to pop in a couple of weeks, can't it wait?" he suggests carefully, not wanting to piss her off even more - or let her know that he finds the issue moot and, truthfully, funny as hell.

"Would you prefer to have your mouth fill with hair every time you have a snack?" she points out, turning off the water and looking around for the can of shaving cream on the cabinet floor. Frankie shakes his head.

"You know I don't care."

"Maybe I do." Jay spots the can and takes a step back as she prepares to crouch. Frankie, in no mood to watch her slip and crack open her skull, puts a stop to it.

"Jesus fucking Christ, woman, stop it. I'll help you."

"Just what the fuck did you call me?" she asks acidly, but he can hear the relief in her voice. Shedding his clothes quickly, he opens the shower cabinet, picks up the can, then steps in, crowding Jay towards the corner.

"Hi," he tells her in a low voice, the sight of her big belly and swollen boobs making him a little lightheaded.

"Hi yourself," she replies, a little distant but with a lopsided smile on her face. "You've got a job, soldier, focus on that."

"Kiss me first," he asks, and he doesn't have to ask twice. Leaning in, her belly separating the two of them, Jay presses her lips to his in a sweet, long kiss. Knowing her so intimately, Frankie appreciates the apology for what it is, and plants a second, small kiss on her lips before she withdraws.

It's not in Jay's nature to ask for help, so he knows she's indeed incapacitated when she doesn't make any more fuss about him stepping in with the razor. Kneeling in front of her, he directs her legs apart to get a better view.

And what a view it is; his favorite one. Even in this mundane, slightly ridiculous situation, he has to focus on the task at hand instead of the alluring slit right in front of his face. His cock twitches in anticipation and he can see the delicate skin on the inside of Jay's thighs rise in goosebumps when he applies shaving cream on the bristles surrounding all the parts he wants to taste.

She doesn't speak, neither does he. Dragging the razor gently along her skin, he takes every precaution not to nick her, uses his fingers to stretch her outer labia to get as close a shave as possible, swallows hard when he sees the little bud at the very top of her slit wink at him. Jay's breathing seems a little labored, which pleases him a lot. When she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, he sees the slick seep out between her inner labia.

Madre de Dios.

"Little more," he tells her quietly, even if it might be himself that he has to ensure. A little more, just a little more before he can taste her, wet his lips with that sweet juice, bury his face between her legs.

Jay exhales in a subdued sigh, and Frankie finishes up as quickly as he can.

"Shower."

She takes the showerhead off its mount and hands it to him, turning on the water. He waits until it's warm enough, then directs it between her legs to rinse off what's left of the shaving cream. A tremble runs through her when the water sprays over her clit, and as soon as every last trace of cream is gone from her now hairless pussy, Frankie puts down the showerhead, grabs Jay's thighs, and presses his mouth on her.

She chokes on his name and grabs his hair in a half-hearted attempt to make him go slower, but Frankie is a man on a mission, and so Jay succumbs to him.

He really doesn't care what her pussy looks like, shaved or hairy, but he'll admit that there's something special about a hairless pussy, especially a newly shaven one. It's so soft and smooth, and obscene in how it reveals everything. Then again, hair has its own allure in how it frames and hides the wet heaven he just wants to plunge his tongue into. The contrast between the hair and the tissues is so stark, so intriguing. Frankie truly has no preference as long as the woman is the right one for him. And this one is the only one.

He hums his satisfaction, knowing how the vibrations of his voice will feel to her: as amazing he feels when she's groaning with his cock down her throat. Jay keens, and he digs his fingers into her butt cheeks as he licks into her, rubs his nose against her clit, uses his bristly chin to gather her slick, he wants to be drenched in it, wants to smell of her for the rest of the night. Freeing one hand from the soft flesh of her ass and thigh, he runs it up her inner thigh before slipping two fingers inside her. Focusing his mouth on her clit, he uses his fingers to really make a mess. Might as well make her squirt when they're in the shower cabinet.

She cums within moments, the gush of fiery liquid drenching his knuckles, her thighs trembling and her wail echoing between the tiles. Frankie hums his approval and goes on licking her, catching as much of the tangy sweetness as he can before Jay wraps her fingers into his hair and pulls him away. He sits back on his heels, catching his breath and looking triumphantly up at her disheveled, red-cheeked appearance.

"Don't... have to look so smug," she mutters. Frankie rubs his glossy chin.

"I think I earned the right."

She hums and offers him her hand to help him up. His rock hard cock bobs against the underside of her belly, and Jay catches it in her hand. Looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes, she slowly strokes the girth of it, her fingers teasingly light.

"Want to do something about this...?"

He kisses her then, lets her taste herself and his own desire, cups her round tits, filling with milk for his baby. Tearing his lips from hers only to whisper one thing:

"Turn around."

#asks #miraclesabound #frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie x lady #lady jayne ray #my fic

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The Hunter's Moon | Part Eight

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: Reunited at last, Austin cannot wait to show you how much he loves you.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mention of Traumatic Events, Mention of Gun Violence, Mention of Paparazzi, Supernatural Themes, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, penetration, unprotected sex] - 18 + Only

Song suggestion:  Messed Up Masterpiece by NEONI

Song suggestion:  Messed Up Masterpiece by NEONI

Word Count: 2112

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Mid-December

It had all gone horribly wrong and yet still you had stayed. For someone like Austin, who had only known instability, only had the people he loved leave his life, it had been bewildering. A lot to process in addition to the shock of the events in his backyard in October.

Someone so small and fragile, so utterly human, had put themselves between his body and certain death at the hands of a wildly unstable werewolf hunter. Every medical professional he had spoken to about your gunshot wound had emphatically assured him it was best case scenario. But all he had seen was what it had cost you: the pain, the lethargy, the increased need for calories as you healed, the psychological trauma.

And yet again you had stayed, despite all of that. Not only had you stayed, but you had also supported him; essentially forced him back to work. He had called Ross, the man who turned him all those years ago in New Zealand, and offered him a considerable amount of money to watch over you. Yes, Toby was dead, but Chad and Lincoln would be prowling about leaderless, and he could not bear the thought of you being vulnerable to them.

In the end, there had been no threat to you. The Kiwi werewolf had reported back that the two lesser wolves had fled. The mechanic shop now stood empty, for sale by the estate of the late Toby Anderson. It was agony to be apart from you. The scarf had helped, your scent calming him. It had proven essential for the full moons in November and December. Having delayed production while caring for you, there was absolutely no way for him to return home to the protective room.

He had been forced to spend two nights wild in the woods, as far from civilization he could get in an hour’s drive. He had stripped off his clothes and curled up in the undergrowth, head resting on the scarf, anchoring himself in your lingering scent on the wool fibres. There had been mayhem, tiny forest creatures had been demolished, but no major fallout or injuries. This he also attributed to you.

He had been terribly restless during the short flight to Placerville from Los Angeles. The closer he got to you, the shorter his patience became. The confirmation email he received, informing him that your new bike to replace your ruined one had shipped, brought brief distraction but it was not enough. He practically leapt out of the plane once it landed, grabbing his vehicle from long term parking, and driving straight to you. He hardly noticed the softly falling snow, the first of the year, as the delicate white flakes blasted the windshield, driven into the glass by his barely legal speed.

He was pleased to see the media had lost interest for the most part as he turned onto your empty road. He parked beside your car in your driveway having paid no mind to his own home as he drove past it, thinking only of getting to you. As he turned to grab his bag from the back of the SUV, he heard your door open and close, your gasp at the scene the snow painted. With ten long strides he reached you, carefully pulling you close with an arm around your shoulders from the left side as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Welcome home…” You giggled warmly, looking up at him deliciously.

“So fucking glad to be here.” He groaned and cradled your jaw, leaning down to kiss you desperately. God, you tasted even better than the last time he had been able to kiss you. He pulled back, chest heaving, looking over your face hungrily.

“Come inside, it’s cold out here…” You stated breathlessly and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside. It smelled good, you had cooked him dinner, but all he could think about was taking you upstairs. And yet…you had been so fragile the last time he had been with you in person. He set down his things, kicking off his shoes, and reluctantly tugging your scarf from his neck as he followed you in. You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at him.

“Are you wanting dinner or…” You looked towards the heaven he knew to be your bedroom.

“A… are you… can we…” He frowned at his own boyish, tongue-tied approach before sighing. “I am extremely desperate to make love to you but are you medically allowed and able?” He held his breath while awaiting your reply.

The way you bowed your head and looked up at him through your eyelashes, the way the rush of your desire bathed him in your pheromones, had his teeth sinking into his lower lip savagely.

“Yes, Austin…let’s go upstairs…” You managed to say and turned to put your foot onto the first step. He surged forward, scooping you into his arms delicately, one arm around your back under your shoulders and the other under your knees. Holding you to his chest, he bounded up the stairs two at a time, delighting in your noise of shock and ensuing laughter. The fact that you loved every part of him made his heart swell.

He sat you on the edge of the bed, kneeling at your feet, looking up at you reverently before his lips crashed into yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers pulling at the hair at the base of his skull. His chest rumbled in delight as the tiny tugs shivered down his spine, making his cock throb. The long fingers of his hands massaged into the tender flesh of your thighs as he tilted his head to press his lips tighter to yours, tongue licking along the seam of your lips seeking entrance.

The speed at which you parted your lips for him made his head swim, his heart skipping a beat as his tongue met yours. There was something intrinsically sweet about the way you tasted. It mingled with hints of the tea you had been drinking before he arrived, but overall, you tasted like you. It was enough to make a man drunk. He tugged at the clothing on your torso, pulling back from your lips to work at exposing your upper body, tossing the unwanted fabric onto the floor beside him.

His mouth eagerly sought your hard-won skin, savouring the taste of your flesh, saliva painting along the planes of your torso as he worked his way lower. The gasps and whimpers that rained down upon him from your lips were increasing the pressure in the crotch of his already tight jeans. He paused as he reached your right side, sobered by the hollow there, the raised flesh around the entry scar. His fingers slid up to your back, to the larger exit scar there.

“Does…it still hurt?” He looked up to you through his lashes, naked vulnerability shining in his blue irises.

“N... not really… can’t press too hard on it but…” Your voice was thick with arousal and emotion. “They say the scars will fade with time…” Your breath hitched in your throat as he gently pressed his lips to each of the scars in turn, an act of worship.

The tug of your fingers in his hair made him moan, driving him to make quick work of the clothing on the lower half of your body. The heady aroma of your arousal wrapped around him, pulling him in to lay his lips upon the source. He growled hungrily, too overcome with desire to take his time. You sank back into the mattress, arms no longer able to support your upper body under the onslaught. He took possession of your hips with his hands, pulling you forward, closer to his mouth.

“Oh god Austin, your scruff.” You whimpered and his lips curled into a wicked smirk against you. He would not be shaving any time soon.

Your hungry moans had his hips rutting forward, the ounce of friction the movement created in his jeans was not nearly enough, but it would suffice for a time.

He replaced his mouth with his fingers as he looked to your bedside table, tugging open the drawer, his long torse allowing him to lean over and peer in. His eyes quickly found the prize they sought, and he retrieved the bottle of lube you kept there. He quickly coated the fingers of his right hand, the slick tips circling your entrance as he placed his mouth back on the source of your pleasure. The heat of your body was there, at his fingertips, calling out to him. He eased one finger into you, shuddering at the feel of your silken walls snug around his long digit. It was always a miracle how well you took his cock when you started out this tight every time.

He stretched you out with three digits, teasingly rubbing the fingertips up and forward against the spot that always garnered the best reactions. Tonight, you hooked your calves over his shoulders and yanked him forward, driving your heels into his shoulder blades. The filth falling from your lips was making his cock weep and he reached his breaking point. His clothes joined yours on the floor before he climbed over you, pulling you along the coverlet, pivoting your body to guide your head to rest on the pillows.

Teeth clenching to the point of pain, jaw muscles bunching beneath the skin, he slid inside your lurid warmth agonizingly slow. You had been made for him, molded perfectly to the curve of his cock, encasing him so snugly it felt as though he did not have room to breathe inside you.

“Holy fucking Jesus…shit…” His thighs quivered as his pelvis met yours. He almost lost it right then, almost spilled himself inside you like some teenaged boy.

You were patient with him, taking deep shuddering breaths of your own as you adjusted to his intrusion into your body.

“Mmmm Austin…” You mewled and drew his gaze, and his focus.

He rocked his hips against yours, gently at first, drinking in the way you fought to keep your eyes open, your mouth slack in a silent moan. He did it again, applying more pressure and strength to the effort, before sliding his hips back to thrust into you.

The yelp that motion ripped from your lips made his heart stop, his body freeze.

“Fuck! I hurt you…” He did not dare to move a muscle. Not until you told him what was wrong.

“Mn, it’s my side…I can’t be on my back…but I want you so bad…” You pouted in such a delicious way.

He very carefully pulled himself from your warmth, making you both whimper in protest.

“Side or…hands and knees…or on top?” He forced his brain to function, the gears grinding awkwardly a little before they stalled altogether as you rolled onto your hands and knees, holding your ass out toward him. “Holy god…” He groaned raggedly.

Despite his deep-seated, evolutionary instinct to cover your back with his body, on some still-functioning level he recognized that pressure on your scar was the issue. He stayed kneeling behind you, fingers curling into your hips as he sunk into you from behind. Your moans mingled with his own at the new, mouth-watering angle.

He resumed building his rhythm, rocking and thrusting, relieved to hear nothing but eager moans, relieved to feel your hips pressing back against his own each time they met. His hand snaked down between your legs, finding himself precipitously close despite his best efforts, and caressed the source of your pleasure to encourage your release. Your wail, followed by the slick of your orgasm on his fingers, filled his chest with primitive pride and his own release was only a few thrusts behind. He rutted through it, pouring each drop of cum, and seemingly every one of his now liquified bones, into your body before he pulled back carefully and let his knees buckle, falling to the side of your body. He watched through hooded eyes as you stretched forward onto your stomach, head turning to look at him with soft eyes full of love.

His chest heaved as he tried to pull in enough oxygen to soothe the burning of his lungs. That look might very well be the death of him, but it was a death he would have happily accepted. Because you had saved him in so many ways. And he could not wait to spend the rest of his life repaying you for it.

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[half-tabaxi]

A stream of consciousness. Not a new realization but I check in on distanced people more than they check in on me. I think I have come up with some ideas to play around with for a new poem! A little stoked because I haven't written one in awhile. Keep accidentally hanging out with dudes who ultimately just want to have sex. The benefit of the doubt hardly ever benefits me. There was one cool dude this past week, I guess. The thing is, when they skirt around their intentions, I kind of get off on getting them to just like. Voice it aloud. At some point during the night, I learn he is moving across the damn ass country soon and take note, considering I want something long-term. Later we start to makeout and it's fun, it's whatever. I like kissing. We break away after a little bit and I suggest that we walk to the corner store. He agrees, slipping in an "after". After what? Answer the question. And he eventually did. I want to fuck you. Surprise. He didn't even finger me. It was fine. See you never. My roommate is home from a 2-month thing. I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom... all of its nooks and crannies... I hope they feel welcomed! Still some stuff I want to hang and touch-up, all easily overlooked though. They are my secrets. Things just need to look lived in now. It's all too.... untouched... even though in actuality I spent the last few hours putting my hands all over everything. Arguably the most I have in a long time. Dusting and placing and rotating. You get it though... the living room needs to be hung out in.... broken in. I'm sure the suitcases have already made the place feel less... sterilized and proper... no longer like a set. The overhead lighting in the kitchen is harsh, always has been... often takes me out of reality! I have an idea to hang these paper pyramid-like string lights that I have had for years and years. Some are beat-up but I think it would add to the space... give us more options... and it just would be cute. Before my shower I removed the stain glass lightbulb, only leaving in two small red ones. Stood there, the water nice and hot. Sat on the tub floor. Closed my eyes. Leaned forward. Listened to the music I chose. Got out, screwed the loose bulb back in. I have an ongoing joke with myself that I will find my missing hard drive in a stupid silly fucking place, coping about it an entire year later. I noticed that I had some board games that were still taped shut from when I moved. Laughed with myself about the possibilities and opened them up. I am still holding out hope but no luck this time! I may knock on my old front door one day. I kind of resent the new owners for buying my home though. And how quick it all was. Like, get fucked, but also can I please have my hard drive? I mean, if it's in there. What I did find was a pile of half-used notepad sheets for a game that hasn't been played in forever. Some of them were drawn on by people I no longer speak to. One had a doodle done by my ex-boyfriend. It's weird to think about how I have lived, like, thirteen different lives. I think I would forgive a lot of people. Or even apologize to them. I also found two 8-in-1 retractable ballpoint pens. So, like, some treasure and a lot of thoughts. I did a little bit of glueing and taping and messing around in my journal. I feel I am doing okay in a very general sense. Trying my best and keeping up. I could do better. Can't we all though? Is that a cop-out? I don't care about money, I don't know, it's just practically all my parents would argue about in front of us. I don't care as long as my shit gets paid on time. But I think I have to shift gears and thought processes because I would like to live a little more comfortably, ultimately concerning myself with it less. Gonna look over my resume. Keep going, keep busy. Try to slim down my closet. Fix my camera. Maybe it did end up working on my last trip. Do this and that. Keep on playing Tears of the Kingdom and text dudes less. There's more passion involved with the former. Used used used. Wondering. Navigating. October is almost here.

#thot log

[noodyl-blasstal]

Scamming me, scamming you: chapter 3

Sometimes you just make your sister and her definitely-not-boyfriend lunch and drop it by to them at work for absolutely no reason. Thank goodness there won’t be any further confusion.

Read on A03 or below. Ch 1 | Ch 2

Taako had texted Lup mid-morning to ask if she and Barry were going to be free for lunch. It made more sense than stopping by without any warning at all. As much as he wanted to surprise them, she and Barry often ended up diving off to obscure archives or locked in the labs observing contamination protocols. Taako refused to waste time cooking if they weren’t going to appreciate his genius.

The email from Krav had been a surprise. Not an unwelcome one, but just uncharacteristically forward. But then, it had been a few months now (on top of a year of pining), and, well, Taako had initially propositioned him (look, Krav looked really good in that suit, no jury could convict), so it wasn’t actually that forward when he thought about it. Fuck it, why not? He could message back again with suggestions, but as he was stopping by it might be a nice surprise to just make plans in person. Krav said he liked surprises, and today’s lunch would be Taako’s treat. Krav could arrange the next meal… and anything that came afterwards.

Three quick changes and a long hard stare in the mirror later, Taako grabbed the wicker basket and walked towards the University. Thankfully Lup had won the debate over which twin’s workplace to get the apartment closest to. They both knew it should be hers, but Taako had to at least pretend he thought he was long term at Fantasy Costco. He finally found a kitchen job which fit around school three weeks after they moved in. He’d graduated and worked four other jobs since then. Lup had just steadily worked her way up the chain at the university, she was even still based in the same building.

The campus was almost empty - the students were on break so the tree lined paths were mercifully peaceful. Taako couldn’t help but bounce slightly as he walked - he was finally getting that date with Kravitz, just under a year late, but still! His previous attempts at dating had been a nightmare because everyone just wanted a quick hook up. That had been fine, but he was sick of being appraised by strangers and getting to know new hands and new faces. He wanted someone to cook for and watch terrible films with, someone to send bad puns to without his friends working out he liked their nerdy humour.

Taako knew the route to Lup and Barry’s office easily. They’d put forward a compelling case for sharing after Lup’s first promotion, and the administration decided it wasn’t worth arguing. A slight misunderstanding (actual understanding?) of their relationship had led to the ‘Bluejeans-Taaco’ sign on the door and Taako grinned every time he saw it. Lup had initially alternated between complaining about it and refusing to get it removed whenever Taako mentioned that was an option. Barry had merely said it was “quite nice to see their names together like that actually… in a friendly way, you know?”

“Prepare your butts, chaboy’s in the house and he catered!” Taako knocked on the door and swung it open dramatically, posing with the basket of food.

“Prepare my butt? There’s dairy then?” Barry asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I would never!” Taako pretended to be offended. “How could I do something so cruel, so heinous, to you Barold? I know how careful you are about not ingesting cow juice.” Barry had the good grace to look mildly ashamed about his inability to resist cheese.

Taako glanced around the office as he walked in, just casually, in case anyone else may have been there for a meeting or something. He wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, obviously.

“He’s in his office, Ko.” Lup said, clocking his glances.

“I don’t know to whom you’re referring, actually. Just making sure that I wasn’t rudely ignoring anyone who may also have happened to be here. I was being polite.” Taako focused very hard on unpacking the basket onto the wide desk and not looking at Lup, he didn’t want to see her stupid smug smile. They were absolutely not going to talk about this and he wasn’t going to admit that ‘bumping’ into Krav was a big part of why he came in.

“Looks like you’ve made an awful lot there, bud.” Barry, the traitor, said. Taako was trying to work out exactly how to threaten him into shutting right the fuck up, when Lup jumped up.

“Oh, I just remembered that I left something in Kravitz’s office when I was speaking to him earlier. I’d better go get it. Shall I tell him there’s extra food if he’d like any?” Lup smiled, face infuriatingly passive.

“I could go get it!” Taako replied before he could stop himself.

“Really, brother mine? You’d be so kind, so generous, as to go and get my pen from the hot boy? You’re selfless!” Lup was smirking now. So okay, she knew exactly what was going on because she could read him like a book, and yes she was completely right, but there was no way Taako was admitting it. He didn’t need to be called out like this.

“Well it’s your lunch break, so you’re supposed to be actually having a break. Plus, what if he has allergies? You might get him all the way over here and then it turns out he can’t have nuts and your colleague is dead because you didn’t know what to tell him if he asked if it was safe.” Taako shrugged his shoulders as if that was a completely reasonable justification… because it was, obviously.

“Uh huh.” Lup replied, suspiciously. “So I could go get my own pen but also tell him to check with you before he eats anything if he wants some of the food, and that would also save his life?”

“I thought you were all about efficiency!” Taako was indignant now. It wasn’t that bad a lie. He was being responsible! Allergies were important, no matter how fast and loose Barry played it with his.

“Which pen is it I’m missing?” Lup asked.

“I assumed I’d just ask Krav for your pen. Surely he’ll know which one isn’t his?” There, logic.

“It’s a… company issue pen. They might look the same.” Lup fumbled the landing on that one, and Taako smelled blood.

“There isn’t a pen!” Taako accused. “You just wanted to go get Kravitz and make him come here!”

“Well you don’t actually want to get my pen, you’re only here to see him!” Lup accused right back. “I’m doing you a favour!”

Their bickering was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both twins snapped round, and Barry let out a giggle… Taako made a mental note to ‘accidentally’ shove him into Lup some time and see how red he got.

“Hello? Lup? Barry?” Kravitz pushed the door open tentatively.

Taako quickly perched himself on the desk, making sure to elongate his body in the most alluring but-definitely-completely-casual way possible.

“Hey Kravitz!” Barry said happily, massive smile plastered across his face. “You’ve shown up at just the right time, look at this spread!” Barry gestured expansively to the food on the desk, and ended by indicating Taako himself.

Kravitz froze.

Taako grinned.

Kravitz stayed frozen.

Okay, he looked good, he knew he looked good, and lunch was nice, but this was overkill.

“You okay, my guy?” Taako asked.

Kravitz opened his mouth a few times, then looked at his feet. “Yep!” He managed.

Huh. Surely a conversation shouldn’t be this difficult. They’d been emailing for months! Kravitz had asked him out! Although, maybe the first meeting after that featuring his sister and Barry wasn’t ideal? Yeah, that was probably it. Krav was just embarrassed to show too much emotion in front of his colleagues. The man was a professional. It was okay, Taako could fix this.

“Lup lost her pen!” Taako announced loudly.

Kravitz looked at him like he might be broken. “I.. I’m sorry?”

“Lup lost her pen, in your office. I was going to go and get it for her.” Perfect, perfectly normal. Taako couldn’t work out why Kravitz was still looking concerned. This was a flawless plan, they could go get the pen together, have a nice private chat, maybe get a few smooches in with Taako perched on Krav’s desk, and then set their date up. Not necessarily in that order, he was flexible.

“You know what, it’s a very important pen…” Lup said, getting up. “...and Barry and I are going to go get it, aren’t we Barry?” Lup said pointedly, and tugged a reluctant looking Barry to his feet. It looked for a second like he might try and fight her, but then shrugged and allowed himself to be towed out of the door, staring longingly at Lup’s hand on his arm.

There was an awkward silence.

“So… Hi!” Said Taako.

Kravitz looked terrified. Taako glanced down, was something wrong with him? Had he stepped in something on the way here?

“Surprise! I brought food.” Taako powered on. This wasn’t going quite the way he anticipated.

“I… wow. There’s… this looks lovely.” Kravitz stopped staring at Taako as if he might bite him and looked down at the food instead.

Okay, Taako could talk about food, Taako could talk about food for days. He explained each dish to Krav, told him what paired well (all of it, because Taako’s cheffing skills were impeccable), and then deposited a plate into his hands. “There you go, Stud. Have at it.”

Krav looked like he might be sick. This was not the usual reaction to his cooking, joy, yes. People ignoring him to dive on in? Absolutely. This haunted look of shock? Not so much. Kravitz looked down at the spread in front of him, back at Taako, and took a deep breath. “Taako, I… I’m so sorry about what happened at the Candlenights party. I just didn’t realise, I thought you were Lup and I really like Barry and I thought that it was some plot to make him jealous so he finally told her he liked her, but it didn’t make sense because they both knew I was gay. I was so confused, and I didn’t meant to shout at you I just didn’t want to get caught up in anything weird.” He spilled everything out in a rush.

This was sweet, Taako decided. Krav wanted to make sure the air was clear before they went out formally, and, to be fair, they hadn’t talked about the Candlenights party in their emails. Taako had assumed they’d just mutually agreed to pretend it didn’t happen - Krav had apologised to Lup for yelling at Taako, she had apologised to Kravitz for forgetting to mention Taako existed. Taako maintained that he was blameless because Krav was supremely hot.

“Hey, Kemosabe, we’re good! You could have just said something if this was eating at you. You already made good with Lup and I plead not guilty on account of how good your ass looked in that suit.” Taako winked, smiled his most dazzling smile, and hoped that maybe this could segue them into dinner plans ‘I’ll reintroduce you to me in that suit if you’re free Friday?’ or something. Instead, Kravitz’s eyes widened in panic and he stared intently down at the table in front of him again.

“Noodles are nice!” Kravitz said suddenly. Grabbing a fork and ineffectually trying to scoop some onto his plate.

“Do, er, do you want a hand there, Krav?” Asked Taako, bemused. Was this because he was nervous? It made sense, Taako was A Lot, and he knew today that he was visually A Lot as well. Perhaps Krav was just overwhelmed? How often did someone who looked this good bring him a spread like this to work? Taako wagered never. That was the kind of thing that could easily throw a guy off kilter, especially if he wasn’t used to being spoiled.

Kravitz looked even more startled and dropped the fork. “Taako, why did you call me that?” Kravitz asked, a slight edge of concern to his voice.

He must be on edge - calling him his name was an issue now? Did he just hate the nickname and never knew how to bring it up? “It’s a really obvious nickname, my guy. Krav-itz.” Taako moved his hand in a circular motion, waiting for him to get it. “Krav… itz.” He finished lamely. “Surely everyone calls you that? You can’t tell me everyone is using all of the syllables all of the time?” Taako tried not to let any irritation into his voice, but this was peculiar behaviour. "If you don't like it I can stop?"

“No... it's. Most people use Kravitz. I'm not the kind of guy people give nicknames to.” Kravitz said, staring very intently at the desk. Taako felt his heart soften again. Krav had been fairly candid in the emails and he knew that sometimes social interaction wasn't the easiest for him. He reached out his hand with the intention of laying it on Krav's shoulder to reassure him. Before he could, Kravitz snapped his eyes to the door. “I, I just remembered I saw Lup’s pen, I’m going to help them find it!”

“Wait!” Taako said quickly, he didn’t want Krav to leave it like this. Something weird had happened and he had no idea what. “At least take some noodles. Here.” Taako began scooping them. If Krav at least tasted the food he’d have to come back and compliment Taako on it later? Why was this so weird? Fuck. Did they only work via email? This was the second time they’d met in person and yeah, okay, Kravitz hadn’t yelled at him about HR yet, but he was still being really weird.

As Taako worked, Kravitz alternated between sneaking not-so-subtle glances at Taako and eying the door longingly. He obediently held out his hand when Taako offered the food. Taako couldn’t pass up the chance to brush his fingers against Krav’s as he handed it over and gave him another wink. “Thank you, Taako.” Kravitz said stiffly. Then he looked down at the plate, at Taako’s hand still resting against his, and softened. “I really appreciate it, this looks so good.” He added, sounding more sincere, face melting into a slight smile. That was more like it, and Taako hoped for a moment that this might mean he was going to stay, or at least ask him out properly. There was definitely something sparking between them, Taako could just lean forward and…

Kravitz pulled away. “Anyway, I… uh. I’m… pen!” Kravitz turned abruptly and walked to the door, glancing back longingly before he closed the door behind him.

At least, Taako though, he got another good look at Krav's ass as he left to go and help Lup and Barry look for the imaginary pen. Taako shrugged, grabbed a plate, snagged Lup’s desk chair, and kicked his feet up. May as well eat in comfort if no one was going to keep him company. Academics were nightmare people.

#Kravitz is a disaster man and I love him #Next chapter is his so hopefully it'll help clarify the definitely very logical thought processes going on here #Sometimes three professors just need to go look for a pen #The Adventure Zone #TAZ Balance #TAZ fic #Taako #Kravitz #Taakitz #noodyl writes

[thetrashbagswasteland]

Ok for crack purposes if Avitus is getting a piece of red velvet, fuck it, Saren/Macen and then for further crack purposes let’s open the multiverse portal, swap Jaen and Trouble into each other’s respective ships

oh man I love how we're passing the collective braincell around with Saren/Macen here. Ok so: Saren's getting fucked and he's getting therapy, no those things aren't necessarily in order or separately as items on Maceys to-do list. It starts like this: Macen brings cookies to work whilst on guard duty. Saren, permanently hungry, is there to hand in a report in person and oh whoops what's this why is one of the guards offering him food whilst he waits? Since when did these people exist as more than shiny set dressing excuse me???? Is that allowed?? Only the cookies are good and, well, Macen's genuinely impressed concerned at how quickly the box gets inhaled and asks if he wants to come by for dinner some time because CLEARLY this man simply just doesn't eat enough and hey he hates cooking for one so that works out even better. Ah, except, Saren assumes that (now he's registered this guy exists) that hey he ain't bad looking and he's very polite and shiny in a nice way and he assumes that Macen's suggesting a one-night-stand but also, he's hot and he's close at hand and has the potential to be a nice occasional booty call and most crucially, sounds like he might be willing to bake him some more cookies. Wildly different expectations going into that evening but y'know what, around dissecting why Saren's primary assumption was that the interaction was purely transactional in intent and the fact that he gets guilted into helping with the washing up, it sure wasn't a bad experience. Saren swears for a long time that he's only in it for the food and the sex, Macen enjoys his company once he's gotten past the prickly exoskeleton (and the challenge of taking him apart a little more every time is too good to resist) and before the pair of them really know what they're doing, well shit he's become Saren's first port of call when he gets back to the Citadel with some time off and Macen might keep cookie dough ready to bake in the freezer in case he turns up unannounced at 3am covered in blood to demand snuggles. TL;DR: Get domesticated Saren you fucking edgelord wannabe you are not immune to a handsome man with who can cook and fuck. Now, for the shepiverse of madness: One thing I think we can ABSOLUTELY say for sure is that Garrus is getting pegged. At length. On both sides of the swap. I do think that trouble's Garrus is having one HELL of a time with Jane and he's gonna be real fucking lucky if he comes away without at least one new kink and aches in places he wasn't aware existed. Also he's getting gagged. That's almost obligatory bc oh man that boy does not know how to shut up to save his life. The only question which remains is how fast this shitty little twink realises that he likes pushing her buttons, even when it nearly gets his head blown off. Ride-or-die this boy is and oh whoops, she is SUCH a terrible influence you know he's head over heels in an instant. Very much the "I could make him worse" to Trouble Shep's "I'll make him better". 10/10 dynamic. On the other hand, I suspect dear little trouble is an awful lot softer than what helix garrus and zaeed are used to - a LOT less of a wild animal. Sure she's bossy but she's got this very gentle "make these people want to please me" sort of attitude that is unbelievably frustrating bc she straight-up refuses to get angry beyond telling people to quit-it when they piss her off. Ngl I think Zaeed would be a hard sell at first bc she has absolutely no interest in picking a fight but roping him in to hep fuck Garrus would definitely do it. Would it work out long term? Doubtful. But they're sure as hell gonna have fun along the way.

#ask meme #ngl I have. not thought abt zaeed enough in my life and I'm sorry I know it shows

[jmrothwell]

Corpse Bride PeterPatterLina

My random freeform thoughts and notes

(Because it won’t leave my brain, but I can’t come up with decent 2nd and 3rd acts. There is no formatting, read at your own risk)

--Reggie would be Victor, Julie Victoria.

–The arranged marriage reasonings would still be similar. Reggie’s parents seeking the title, Ray just wanting to make sure Julie is financially secure, since things have gone south since her mothers death and Carlos is still so young.

–Reggie of course is hesitant and loathes the idea of being used as a pawn by his parents. Julie, also isn’t too keen on the idea but is mostly acting out of a sense of duty. (She’s still grieving her mother, and acting semi-mechanically on most of her decisions at this point)

–Instead of meeting at one of the houses for the marriage meeting and rehearsal they meet at some 3rd party location

–Reggie is actively avoiding the whole marriage meeting and rehearsal. He stumbles upon Julie sitting at a piano, not really playing anything. Reggie doesn’t even know she's the girl he’s supposed to be marrying within the next week. He just sees a pretty girl looking despondent, and well, he can’t have that.

–They have a short conversation, where they each open up. Reggie considers it a victory when he gets Julie to smile. They briefly bond over the piano. Julie admits she hasn’t touched one in years, but she doesn’t dissuade Reggie when he starts playing.

–Julie actually feels something for the first time, Reggie managing to break through her depressed mire.

–The parents come to figure out why their children are missing from their own wedding rehearsal.

–Reggie is torn when he learns that Julie is his betrothed. On one hand she’s pretty, and her smile was gorgeous. The little they spoke made him start to crush a little because she really does seem like a nice person he’d love to get to know better. On the other hand, fuck his parents, and fuck arranged marriages and his choices being made for him.

–Barkus can stay Barkus, because I want Covington to be Bonejangles or Elder Gutknecht and Nick never had good Villain energy. –Unless we completely rework that angle entirely(see no 3rd act)

–The marriage rehearsal is still a disaster. Reggie still accidentally implies he doesn’t want to marry Julie(see above). Reggie gets overwhelmed and runs off.

–The woods scene still happens, but would still need to rework Reggie’s reasoning behind practicing marriage vows in the woods. He would probably be daydreaming about actually choosing someone he liked, and being able to get married on his own terms.

–He accidentally marries himself to Luke in the Woods.

– Luke of course still had an affair and planned an elopement with some mysterious stranger who killed him.

– Reggie finds himself in some vibrant free underworld, unlike Victor, he actually is kind of ok with it, because it’s the most free he has felt in a while.

–Reggie is reunited with his long dead pet dog because OF COURSE, and while he tells Luke about his life, he finds he can’t stop thinking about Julie who he also just met but has also seemed to have stolen apart of his heart.

–Luke wants to meet this girl that seems to be the only good thing Reggie has to say about his previous life.

–So the two agree together to go meet up with her, the magic they are given to do so has a time limit on it.

–Unfortunately it takes a bit to find Julie. Reggie isn’t sure if he should actually show his face to Ray because well he did just technically run out on his daughter. Luke suggests maybe sneaking in so they do.

–Julie’s relieved to see Reggie, as the town’s gossip mill has been on overdrive. Because it hasn’t just been a night, Reggie has been gone for a couple days(Not sure if weird time warp shiz or if Reggie legit should have been gone that long). And the rumors aren’t just oh he ran away with someone, it’s also oh he jumped in the river(Luke provides “technically he fainted and I had to pull him out”) it’s also he must have been lost in the woods.

–The three chat for a bit. Julie assures Reggie that if he were to have actually just spoken to Ray the man would have understood. Fuzzy conversation details ensue

–Ray comes to check on Julie, Julie forces the guys to hide because, well sure Ray might understand pre-wedding nerves, it's still some weird Victorian-esque time period and she can’t be seen having two men in her room alone.

–While hiding they overhear Ray’s concerns that they might not be able to find Reggie, and if they can’t perhaps they should move onto a different suitor, as there are already some lined up. Reggie is about to be all “to hell with proper decorum, because fuck this whole arranged marriage bullshit, but if I want to get to know this girl I gotta step up then by damn it I will”. . only for the transport magic to wear off and drag him and Luke back to the underworld

And this is where the ideas become fuzzy because I cannot figure out a damn 3rd act

Where are Alex? Flynn? Carrie? Willie?

#brain dump #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #corpse bride #reggie peters #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson

[igbylicious]

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt4

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: Hongjoong checks up on how you're doing. San finally gets a proper feel of you without getting chomped by Wooyoung.

wc: 9.5k

ch. warnings: dom San, switch Wooyoung, sub reader, threesome, vaginal fingering / sex, light bondage, creampie, sloppy seconds, cumplay, copious amounts of drool, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, dirty talk, light dumbification, praise kink (‘cumdump’ is used 1x as praise), condomless sex with IUD, mention of stomach bulge, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), use of ‘yellow’ safe word, aftercare

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

additional warning: the opening scene touches on some of reader’s struggles with amatonormativity and (internalised) arophobia. i promise this is not a super angst-heavy story, but that part calls for a little head’s up, i think

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“Are they nice?” a slightly distorted voice asks from the video call on your phone.

You snort at the screen, raising an eyebrow at Hongjoong’s critical face. His hair is a bright blue these days, but today he has hidden most of it underneath a fashionable white beret. “Joong, since when do you care if the people I fuck are nice?”

You’ve taken the day off to quietly lounge around the apartment, giving your body some time to rest. It’s nice and relaxing, and your memories of last night are a soothing balm for the soreness of your thighs — a soreness not only caused by Wooyoung’s bites; you have a damn muscle ache from riding his face.

(You have always felt strongly that sex should be exempt from such nonsense but alas, it is a cruel world.)

San will probably be over later; he offered to check in after work, to see if you need anything. You suspect it’s also for his own peace of mind, so you did not try too hard to dissuade him.

But that won’t be for another few hours, so for now it’s just you and Hongjoong; your long-time friend who, ever since he moved away for his dream job at a fashion house, is also your long-distance friend.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “I don’t care about ‘nice’ with your onetime hookups, no,” he says, “but it’s been a while since you had something more involved going on.”

“It’s been two times; I’d hardly call that ‘involved’,” you point out, but you know you’re just being contrary for the sake of being contrary. It is getting a bit involved.

Hongjoong knows it too. “Right…” he drawls lazily, resting his chin on his hand, “so you don’t already have a date set for the third round?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. So. Are they nice, or did you end up with more assholes?”

“I resent the implication that I have bad taste.”

“Not bad taste, just bad judgement. The other asshole was pretty hot.”

“Wow,” you say flatly. “That makes me feel much better, thank you, Joong. Also no, they’re not assholes.”

Last night gave you enough proof of that, if you needed any more. San and Wooyoung had patiently heard out your awkward little ramble. You don’t exactly consider yourself closeted, yet the simple truth is that ‘coming out’ stays an ongoing experience.

But San and Wooyoung took it without fuss; thankfully ‘aromanticism’ was not a new term to them, and they accepted your need for boundaries. If the guys were disappointed by the lack of a romantic prospect, or put off by the suggestion they might want one, they hid it well.

San just listened with an intent expression, brow furrowed. He thanked you for telling them, but also confirmed that yes, they absolutely are open to this becoming a regular thing.

Wooyoung had just asked a straightforward question; “We can still be friends, right?”

And when you answered with an emphatic yes, his follow-up was equally straightforward.

“Alright, so we’ll be friends who fuck. Works for me.”

You had agreed on a few points right after that, and put a pin in a few others. No sleepovers, no kissing outside of sex — yes, yes cuddles afterwards are fine, yes, hugs are always good! — and when you hesitated at Wooyoung’s offer to make you and San dinner sometime, he just told you to think it over.

(In hindsight, you feel silly about that last one. You make plenty of food for your other friends; you like sharing a meal together! It’s not like Wooyoung suggested a romantic candlelight dinner. You’ll have to get back to him on that one.)

“Hey? You still there?” Hongjoong says, waving his hand. “Is the screen frozen or is that you?”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink to shake it off. “Sorry, yeah, that was me,” you say. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry about it. We talked the thing through, I don’t think I’ll be accused of keeping anyone on the hook this time around.”

(You’d think that “I’m not looking for something romantic” would have covered it with the other guy; but some people don’t take a hint even when it hits them over the head with a baguette.)

“So… you’ll be okay?” Hongjoong asks, the scepticism in his voice poorly hidden.

“God, what’s with all the fussing today! I’ve lived next to San for almost a year, I know he’s a nice guy. So is Wooyoung! And you know me; there’s no strings attached. No feelings to get hurt here.”

Hongjoong makes a face of distaste. “No, don’t pull that crap, alright? Don’t blow this shit off,” he says, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know you. So I know that ‘no feelings’ is bullshit. Just because you don’t do romance, doesn’t mean you don’t do any feelings at all. Your strings just happen to look a little different. Sure, you don’t want a lovey dovey boyfriend or two out of this; doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt by them.”

His annoyance lilts over into awkward self-consciousness at the end; Hongjoong knows damn well that you took it hard when he moved to the other side of the country.

(You didn’t resent him for it — how could you, when he was literally chasing his dream? — but it did leave a sting, and you do miss him. Videocalls are nice, but it’s just not the same.)

You wonder how much Hongjoong senses of the things that are hiding between the pieces of what you told him; he is right, you are already getting attached to San and Wooyoung, to their easy companionship and the growing friendship between you. It’d do you good to remember that you don’t know how long this arrangement will last.

Still, you are warmed by how Hongjoong is scolding you; a cornerstone in your friendship. It’s how he shows he cares.

“Okay, okay, you win. I won’t blow it off. But really, it will be fine, Joong,” you say, totally blowing it off. “They’re great, they’re fun, I’m having fun. We’re friends who fuck!” you go on, echoing Wooyoung’s description.

“And you claim you’re not a romantic,” Hongjoong deadpans, but he leaves it be for now. “So. The dick is good, then?”

You snort; now that’s more like the Hongjoong you know. “No idea actually,” you admit (but you’re pretty damn sure it will be.) “The tongue is incredible though.”

“What do you mean, ‘no idea’?!” he says, with a face of incredulous disbelief. “What the hell have you been doing? No, no actually don’t tell me. Keep the specifics to yourself.”

“You’re the one who asked!” you laugh, unsurprised at the way he’s backtracking. Hongjoong always bites off more than he can chew when it comes to the details of your sex life; nosy as fuck, but also appalled whenever you indulge his curiosity a little too much.

“It’s called being a supportive friend. You’re supposed to answer ‘yes, Joong, the dick is fantastic’ and move on,” Hongjoong says, pinching the bridge of his nose; like he is painstakingly explaining advanced mathematics to a toddler, already knowing the futility of his efforts. “Except you’re not getting any, I guess.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Alright, mister. ‘Yes, Joong, the dick will be fantastic’,” you parrot back. “Thank you for asking, my dear supportive friend.”

“See? That’s all you needed to do.”

Just like that, the conversation passes on to other things. Your call doesn’t end until much later, once you and Hongjoong are fully caught up with another’s lives. You’ve even started to plan a long-overdue visit in person; it’s been a while since you had the opportunity to menace Hongjoong with hugs.

You mosey around your apartment, starting up a chore or two and giving up immediately when your body complains too loudly. So you lounge on the couch for the day, and try not to think too much about how Hongjoong had scolded you about disregarding your feelings.

You’re moderately successful at this.

In general, you are perfectly satisfied with the relationships in your life. There is no feeling of ‘missing out’, no hole in your heart that you can’t fill with platonic or familial affection. No craving for ‘more’ than friendship and sex — but you are painfully aware that without a romantic commitment, you usually fall to the wayside in your friends’ list of priorities.

No matter how much you invest on your end, it’s never a given that their long-term plans will include you.

And that? To know that the people most precious to you don’t prioritise you as highly as you do them?

That part does hurt sometimes.

But all these thoughts are completely irrelevant to the situation at hand, or so you firmly remind yourself. It’s like you told Hongjoong, right? This thing with San and Wooyoung is just about having fun together. As long as you keep your expectations in check, you won’t have lied to Hongjoong about whether he needs to worry about you.

Thankfully, your concerns are a fading memory by the time San comes over to check up on you. You really don’t need help with anything, but he stays over to chat anyway.

At the start of everything, you did have some worries about disrupting your neighbourly bond with San — but if anything, you have grown more comfortable with each other. You’ve always been friendly enough, but you never crossed the threshold into actual ‘friends’. A polite, shy distance always held you back.

But now? The shyness has been thoroughly scrubbed off of you both.

So you enthusiastically tell him about your plans to meet up with Hongjoong, and he proudly tells you about his students’ progress. There is always a glow about San when he talks about ‘his’ kids, and you listen and watch fondly as he gives an energetic demonstration of the new kicking drills he’s been teaching them.

(He is adamant to teach you too; which you try to refuse at first, considering the state of your muscles. But there is no force in the world that can withstand the strength of San’s pout — so you make a brave effort. It’s absolutely worth the spike in soreness when San laughs with crescent eyes at your disastrous attempt.)

“Hey, about next weekend,” San starts, just when he is about to leave. His hand rests on the doorframe, and his cheery demeanour fades. He raises his eyebrow just slightly — a quiet intensity taking over. “You said you’ve dabbled with bondage before, right? Just curious, how do you feel about getting tied up this time around, instead of Wooyoung?”

Your chest jolts at the mention of Wooyoung tied up, plunging you back into memories of last night.

The leather handcuffs made a return for his punishment, looped around the slats of the headboard. It exposed Wooyoung’s chest for San to give him a taste of his own toothy medicine. Wooyoung had shuddered and gasped at every hard bite, whimpering while San used his skin as a canvas to paint with red marks and bruises. Tears and sweat had streamed down Wooyoung’s face as San stretched him with deft, practised fingers, milking his prostate until Wooyoung was completely dry and trembling, his torso covered with his own cum.

You also remember the dopey smile on Wooyoung’s face after he came down from the onslaught of his ‘punishment’, grinning tiredly when San undid his cuffs.

(Because no matter how San punishes him, you doubt any lessons are ever learned. Taming Wooyoung seems to be a hopeless endeavour.)

“Did I do well?” he’d asked eagerly, still a little drunk on pain and overstimulation.

“You did so good,” San had assured him, wiping his forehead to press a kiss there.

“Hm. You too,” Wooyoung had mumbled, not letting his exhaustion stop him from lavishing San with praise.

Praising San is part of his aftercare, you know now. Like a soft cushion for San to land on after a rough session. Confirmation that every degrading word spoken, every flash of pain inflicted, had been for the pleasure of his partner.

The trust between them is truly something special — and by asking you about bondage, San has indirectly asked you a second question, hidden deeper underneath; do you trust him as well? Enough to leave yourself completely in his and Wooyoung’s hands?

You know that San would back down and drop the subject without another word if you said no, and that seals the deal for you.

“Yes. Good. I feel good about that,” you say, with warm confidence.

He grins, his lips carrying that dangerous cocky edge that you’re getting real familiar with. “Great. We’ll properly talk it through later, alright? Then maybe we can have some fun with that.”

Of that, you have no doubt.

San’s lips are pursed in concentration, drawing them into an adorable little pout. He is clearly practised with the linen rope in his hands, but still takes the utmost care as he ties your wrists together. He makes a point of checking your comfort, and tests whether the knots slip and if the doubled ropes are tensioned evenly. There is a pair of safety shears on the nightstand.

You are gathered in Wooyoung’s arms, who sits against the headboard of the bed. While you watch San intently, Wooyoung is more interested in plying your neck with impatient kisses, his hands running restlessly across your bare body.

Wooyoung is dressed casual in a simple dark grey shirt, the material soft against your skin, while his trousers do nothing to hide the first hints of a growing bulge. San also opted for the casual look, wearing a tight black t-shirt and fitted jeans. The contrast with your own nakedness makes you fidgety, itching to pull at their clothes; but your incapacitated hands leave you with no choice but to wait.

“There,” San says, finally satisfied with his knots. “Now, what did I tell you?”

“Any tingling, pain, numbness; anything feels wrong, and I say the word. ‘Red’,” you obediently repeat back to him, trying not to get distracted by Wooyoung’s hands squeezing at your thighs.

“Or?” San presses.

“Or if I just want them off. If they don’t feel good anymore.”

You find that hard to imagine; the linen rope is softer than you expected, and already a fuzzy smile plays on your lips. It’s not your first time getting tied up, but the fact that you’re with San and Wooyoung breathes fresh excitement into the situation.

“Exactly. Good girl,” San praises, cupping your chin with a soft brush of his fingers. You melt into his gentle touch with a content moan, nuzzling into his palm.

The ropework is not excessively restrictive; your hands are tied in front of you, giving you some freedom of movement and putting minimal pressure on your joints — but San wanted to ‘start off easy’.

You whine a little when San pulls away, but he raises an eyebrow at you.

Just a small, simple gesture, barely a warning; yet you instinctively quiet down at the sight, already sinking into hazy surrender. Satisfied, San takes your bound arms and hooks them behind Wooyoung’s head.

“Wooyoung?” San says, who glances up from kissing your neck. “Have fun.”

Wooyoung’s grin spreads against your skin. “Oh, we will, won’t we?” he coos at you, his voice alive with anticipation. His hand trails further inward. “I’ll be so good to you, don’t you worry.”

You shudder when his fingers delve between your folds, and Wooyoung’s breath picks up as he slowly spreads the growing arousal around your clit. His teeth graze against your shoulder, red hair tickling your cheek, and you try to angle your hands to grasp at the strands. He moans eagerly when you find a grip, and his fingers pick up speed as they get soaked with your juices.

San has his hands on your knees to keep them apart, watching you with dark eyes. You burn under his gaze, your breath hitching when his eyes keep wandering from your face down to your cunt, his jaw clenching at the sight of Wooyoung toying with your clit.

“Gonna be so nice to you today,” Wooyoung groans against your neck. “Promised San that I’d behave with you tied up for us; get you all ready to take his cock. You’ll need it, Sannie is being sweet to you now but once he sinks into that tight pussy? Fuck, he’ll want to ruin you so bad, I just know it.”

He giggles when you whimper in response, dipping a finger inside your already slick entrance. San’s hold on your knees tightens.

“Yeah, you want San to ruin you, don’t you?” Wooyoung rasps, and laps up a bead of sweat on your neck with a thick swipe of his tongue. He is getting antsy, his voice tight with barely held back excitement.

“Then I’ll get you ready for him, baby. Stretch you out nice and proper so he can bury that thick cock inside you as hard and deep as he wants. Ahh, he will fuck you so well, you’ll be good to him too, won’t you? Gush all over him when you cum, just like you did on my face. I can still taste you when I close my eyes, fuck, aren’t I taking good care of you? Listen to that sound. Getting so wet…”

Wooyoung groans at the squelch of you, sliding in a second finger alongside the first. You pant at the intrusion, thighs flexing against San’s grip, your head spinning from the endless stream of filth spilling from Wooyoung’s lips.

“Don’t even need to put my mouth on you, just my fingers is enough to turn you into a mess,” Wooyoung babbles, leaving sharp nips on the places where your skin glistens with his saliva. “But you’d be dripping right now even without my fingers, wouldn’t you? Can’t wait to have this leaking pussy stuffed with cock, greedy thing that you are. So wound up at the thought of San fucking you dumb.”

“S-shit,” you stutter, clenching around Wooyoung’s fingers. San bites back a quiet groan and his eyes catch yours, full of sharp intent.

Wooyoung grins, his free hand squeezing at your breast. “Maybe I could take a turn after, hm? Fuck his cum deeper into your hole after he fills you up. Make sure you carry it around for days. You’d like that?”

A moan breaks on your tongue, your back arching into his touch. Wooyoung sighs happily, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Fuck, yeah I knew you’d like that,” he mumbles eagerly, curving his fingers inside you. You jolt when Wooyoung finds what he’s looking for; and he hones in immediately, massaging electricity into the spongy bundle of nerves. He groans as your hips cant into his touch, sparks flashing with every press of his fingertips.

“Can I, Sannie? Can I get a turn?” He almost stumbles over the words in his enthusiasm. “I’m being good, aren’t I?”

You whimper at how hungrily Wooyoung chases after praise rather than degradation, now that you are bound and left to his whims. So eager to know that he is taking proper care of you — and he is. Skilled fingers draw gaspy moans from you as he drives up the tight pressure in your abdomen, coiling rapidly.

(You had okay-ed it beforehand for Wooyoung to fuck you, of course, but your permission is not the only one he needs.)

San’s eyebrows quirk at Wooyoung’s question, teeth flashing as his lips pull into a crooked smile. He does not answer; instead he leans in closer. His presence is solid and imposing, and you bite down a swear when his hand joins Wooyoung’s between your thighs.

“In a sharing mood today, Woo?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin in a firm hold. Down against your cunt, his index finger rubs slow circles around your swollen clit. “Let me have a feel this time?”

Wooyoung just whines, nodding his head. He is so pliant today — perhaps San’s punishment has done more to (temporarily) mellow Wooyoung out than you had given him credit for.

“Good boy,” San purrs, and pulls him into a kiss. His finger experimentally presses against Wooyoung’s two buried in your twitching hole, then slides in to find a home alongside them.

You let out a throttled moan as you clench around the added stretch, arms pulling against the rope. San makes a point of taking it slow, giving you time to adjust while Wooyoung continues to curl his fingers inside you, but he quickly picks up his pace as the slide gets easier. Your thighs are slick with arousal, their fingers drawing obscene noises from your cunt and your lips as they work in tandem to scissor you open. Your head falls against Wooyoung’s shoulder, gasping for breath and eyes starting to roll back.

Meanwhile San licks messily into Wooyoung’s mouth, jaws shifting as their tongues entangle. Wooyoung whimpers against San, rocking his hips into you; pushing his hard cock into your lower back. You try to match his rut, but Wooyoung and San’s finger-fucking makes any controlled movement on your part a near-impossibility. They never let up during all this; if anything, their fingers pick up speed, like the desperate urgency of their sloppy kiss floods over into you.

San detaches his lips from Wooyoung when he realises how close you are. He presses his free hand against your shaking knee to hold you open, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the skin as your vision starts to blur. Wooyoung nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder with a groan, his breath scorching. His free hand finds your clit, and the circles he draws are anything but soothing.

“Ahh, Woo is being good to you, isn’t he?” San murmurs, his lips ghosting across your jawline. You can only whine your agreement, trembling as you inch closer and closer to the brink. “Maybe he does deserve a turn,” San contemplates with a quiet moan, his mouth finding yours in a faded shadow of a kiss. “If you can still handle it, after I am done with you.”

San’s words spur Wooyoung on, his thumb pressing down harder.

“F-fuck,” you moan, toes curling as the world starts to tilt. “There, right there, W-Woo—”

His name ends in a strangled sob, your hips bucking into their hands as pleasure crashes down on you. Your legs try to clamp shut but San blocks one with his body, the other with his hand still on your knee. He slides his finger out of your twitching cunt while Wooyoung’s slow to a lazy crawl, easing you through your high.

San lifts his glistening finger up to get a taste, and groans lowly as he sucks indulgently at the slick. He releases it with a wet smack, licking his lips. “Hm, no wonder Wooyoung got so worked up over this pussy.”

“Told you,” Wooyoung mumbles between open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers still slowly rubbing into that sensitive patch of nerves. He giggles when you start to squirm against him, and playfully bites at your incapacitated arm. His fingers pull out, leaving you unsatisfyingly empty.

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” he grins, and reaches to carefully manoeuvre your hands back in front of you. His fingers leave a sticky patch of your own juices smeared on your forearm. “All stretched and sopping wet for Sannie’s cock. I’ll watch this time, let you have an audience for a change.”

You moan at the excited buzz in Wooyoung’s voice, but San gives him an unimpressed look.

“You’re not an audience, you’re a heckler,” he says, a pout on his lips that he seems unaware of. He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion and throws it aside, muscles rippling.

Wooyoung laughs in surprise, his good mood inextinguishable. “Hey, don’t be like that!” he says, waving a hand at San. “It’s a special occasion today, I’m on my best behaviour!”

San just ignores him, continuing to take off his clothes. He shifts to sit back on his knees, legs spread — but instead of making quick work of his pants, San takes his time. Your breath hitches when he runs a slow hand up his inner thigh, the thick muscle wrapped snugly in his fitted jeans.

He oozes confidence, his face filled with complete focus. San bites his lip when he cups his bulge, squeezing it before moving on to undo the button and zipper. His hips tilt forward as he hooks his thumb under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down until he can wrap a hand around his leaking cock, giving it a few strokes just for good measure.

Entranced, you watch how San’s eyes flutter shut as he rocks into his palm. Your hips move on their own accord, pushing back into Wooyoung’s clothed cock.

He groans right beside your ear, gripping your waist tightly. “Careful there, baby,” Wooyoung says, breathy. “Or my best behaviour won’t last.”

San’s eyes flash open, and he grins at the needy look on your face, how you squirm in Wooyoung’s arms at the sight of him.

“You know, I was gonna take it easy on you tonight,” he says, releasing his cock to shuck off his pants and underwear. “Spoil you, take it nice and sweet…”

Your breath hitches as he grabs onto your hips, pulling you out of Wooyoung’s arms. San pushes down on your shoulder, guiding you to lay flat on your back. Heat envelops you as his body presses against yours, immediately giving a smooth roll of his hips, cock sliding through your wet folds. Your bound hands are trapped between your chest and his, and you can feel his heartbeat, pounding harder than his self-control would lead you to believe.

“But… Wooyoungie is right, isn’t he?” San takes your hands and raises them above your head. He leans in to brush his nose against yours, his breath falling hot on your lips. “You don’t want me to take it easy.”

You shake your head with a whine, trying to arch up into a kiss. Your arms strain against San’s iron hold on your wrist; there is no give at all.

San chuckles at your hungered response. “Yeah, I should have known better,” he says, his hips grinding a little firmer against yours. “That first night, I saw the way you watched me fuck Wooyoung. Three fingers inside you and it still wasn’t enough was it? Still needed more. Even then, you couldn’t wait for that greedy cunt to get split open on my cock.”

And yet he won’t push inside you, taunting with his slow thrusts. The underside of his cock drags against your clit in delicious friction, but you need more. “S-San, please—”

“See?” he says with a grin, and sucks a rough kiss into your neck. “So fucking hungry for it. Want me to fuck you just as hard as I fucked him, hm? Until you can’t do anything but lie there and take it. Stuffed so full with my cum there’s no room for even a single thought inside that pretty head of yours. Was Wooyoung right about that, too? Want to get fucked dumb?”

There is a teasing lilt to San’s voice; he asks it like you’re a little slow already — which you are. You moan shamelessly, wrapping a leg around his waist in an attempt to guide him inside. The effort is completely in vain.

“Gonna need you to tell me, baby,” San insists, nipping at your earlobe. “Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dumb on my cock?”

(You can’t tell whether he is taunting you again, or confirming that you are still on board with rougher treatment. Either way, his question drives a spike of heat in your already throbbing cunt.)

“Hngh, yes, yes—! P-please,” you hiccup, “please, San. F-fuck me dumb. Stuff me until I can’t think, can’t think of anything but your cock filling me up, f-fuck—”

San grunts a strained curse, unable to hide how much your begging riles him up. Finally, finally, he grabs his cock, flushed dark and leaking, and guides it inside you. The stretch is manageable after his and Wooyoung’s extensive prep, but your jaw still falls slack at how he opens you up, tortuously slow.

“S-San, mmmh, n-need more, please—”

He hushes you with a soft, shallow kiss, though a tense vein bulges in his neck. “Shh, be our good girl a little longer, okay? We’ll get there, I promise. Wanna make this good for you.”

“It-it’s good, feels so good,” you whimper, uselessly straining your hands against the rope and San’s hold. “I just—”

His dick twitches inside you, and San presses his mouth against yours more solidly, teasing your lips apart to soak up every shaky moan as he bottoms out. “I got you, baby,” he pants. “Gonna give it all to you. Wooyoung?”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, his voice strained. You glance up, and realise that somehow he has taken off his shirt without you noticing. His trousers are undone just enough to stroke himself through his underwear; there is a damp spot in the crotch.

Wooyoung shifts closer at San’s call. He half sits, half lays down with his legs folded up beside him, and leans over you to plant one hand firmly into the mattress; right underneath your bound wrists, blocking your movement. Wooyoung’s dick strains against his underwear right at your eye-level, and his grin widens when that is exactly where your eyes go.

“One at the time, baby,” he teases, giving himself a firm squeeze. “At least for today.”

You suck in a breath at the suggestion, sparks ricocheting in your stomach. Fuck. You’re not even sure yet how you’ll handle San’s rather substantial girth, once he starts fucking you in earnest, yet the idea of taking them both at once has you clamping around him. San groans lowly, the sound ending in a hoarse chuckle. “Ohh, she likes that, Woo.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Of course she does. Now, are you going to fuck her or not?”

(Thank god, someone is asking the important questions around here.)

“San…” you moan weakly. You are primed for him to use every ounce of his strength and fuck you until you see stars; the snug fit of his cock buried in your core is intoxicating, yet maddeningly frustrating without any friction. “Please, need you…”

His endless teasing and refusal to move is driving you up the wall; you’re aching to grab onto him, to claw at his back and twist your fingers in his hair to yank him into a kiss — but Wooyoung’s arm blocks your hands from touching San, and San has your hips pinned onto the bed. There is nothing you can do but surrender to his inclinations. He’ll fuck you when he decides to fuck you.

But Wooyoung’s lips curl up with mischief, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“Ah…” he says, like some deep, secret revelation has come to him. He looks down at you, using his free hand to brush along your jawline. “Unless maybe our Sannie is worried that his cock alone won’t be enough for you anymore, now you’ve gotten a scent of more. Nothing but a double stuffing will do for our sweet, greedy girl.”

You sob in desperation, squirming against San’s hold. Already your thoughts are getting lost in a hazy fog, too addled and tongue-tied to object to Wooyoung’s taunt; so you completely miss how San’s jaw ticks at his boyfriend’s mocking jab. You only whine when San pulls out until just the tip teases at your entrance, and are entirely unprepared when he slams back in — then immediately thrusts again, hitting deep inside your gut.

The force rips a loud cry from your throat, your fingers clawing at Wooyoung’s arm as sudden pleasure floods your system. Your eyes roll back at the drag of San’s cock against your pulsing walls, a thin trail of saliva escaping the corner of your parted lips.

San grins smugly at your response, bucking into you like it costs no effort at all to fuck you to pieces. He raises an eyebrow at Wooyoung. “Worried?” he scorns, his hands digging into the soft meat of your sides to yank you up to meet his pelvis. “No, Wooyoung, not worried at all. Maybe you should be, having to follow up on me wrecking this sweet pussy.”

But Wooyoung barely seems to hear him, entranced by the sight of your sopping cunt stretching around San’s cock, squelching obscenely every time you suck in his thick length.

San quickly proves his confidence earned. You gasp for pitched breaths, moaning helplessly as the bed rattles with every sharp snap of his hips.

Because that, you soon realise, is the thing about getting fucked by Choi San; you can happily report to Hongjoong that the dick is fantastic — but it’s the hips that are life-ruining.

And San is unrelenting as he drives into you over and over again; balls slapping against your ass, his own breath becoming ragged. You try to move with him, but the attempt is futile as San jostles you around, his grip on your sides like iron. He is in complete control. Sweat drips down his temple, across his jaw to his chin, until it falls into the valley between your breasts to blend with the beads of your own sweat gathered there.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, almost condescending in the certainty of his answer.

But you can only answer in a pathetic mewl, writhing underneath him as he fucks a white heat of pleasure into your core.

San chuckles darkly. “What’s this? I barely got started and you’re already dumb on my cock? Fuck, but you are taking me so well. So fucking wet for me… You wanted my cock so bad? Now take it.”

His thumb slides inward, pressing against the weeping mess that is your pussy. Sweat and slick soaks into the sheets but San pays it no mind, only caring about drawing more depraved sounds from your slack mouth. He does it so easily, the combination of his thumb on your clit and those brutal slams of his hips overwhelming your inhibitions. The building pressure in your cunt sharpens, honing in on the apex of release.

Another especially hard thrust causes a fresh spill of drool past your lips, and Wooyoung catches it on his fingers. He grins as he examines the glistening shine, and for a moment you think Wooyoung is going to suck his fingers into his mouth — but instead he offers them to San, who hungrily accepts.

Without letting up on his fanatical pace, San’s eyes flutter shut as he moans around Wooyoung’s fingers. He bits his lip when Wooyoung slides out again, and then cups San’s cheek to spread saliva across his face. “Brat,” San pants with heavy-lidded eyes, though he does not look in the least upset.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says with a grin, and leans in to peck San on his glossy cheek. “Now make her cum so I can watch, alright?”

“Woo…” San sighs an exasperated warning at Wooyoung’s brazen order, his rhythm slowing — and the loss of force threatens to take you away from the edge you were rushing towards, your orgasm receding out of reach.

“N-no, San—” you whimper desperately. “So close, s-so fucking close, please, wanna cum, let me cum, please—”

Wooyoung’s expression goes wicked at your pleading, delighted to have caught San between the choice of punishing him or pleasing you… or so he thinks.

Instead of showing any conflicted feelings, San just rolls his eyes and tsks, then leans down to smother your mouth in an aggressive kiss. This way, his hand is trapped between your stomach and his; but he can still press against your clit, the nub shifting underneath his thumb as he picks up his pace again, pistoning into you with reckless abandon.

And in this position? Wooyoung’s view of your face and cunt are almost completely blocked off.

“Sa-aan,” Wooyoung complaints, trying to pull San back up — but it’s like San doesn’t even notice Wooyoung, his tongue hungry as he sloppily kisses you. His spit freely spills into your mouth, dribbling past your lips when you gurgle out a wet moan.

Their petty behaviour over you just works you up further, and the orgasm that was almost denied you comes surging back all at once, violent and overwhelming as it rips through you.

San swallows up your loud cry like he does not want Wooyoung to even hear it, pressing a firm hand down on your hips to keep you in place when you convulse and clamp around him. He stops his brutal pounding, instead circling his pelvis as he stays deep inside you through your release. Wooyoung is still blocking your arms from moving, but your legs lock around San’s waist and he groans as you clench with every ripple of electricity.

His breath comes in harsh inhales, and San releases your mouth with a whine to bite at your shoulder, all his muscles tensing to gather every ounce of willpower not to cum right with you.

Your moans grow weaker as the strength slips away from your body, the aftermath of your intense orgasm leaving you boneless and exhausted. Wooyoung stares down at you, and an agitated excitement burns behind his blown eyes.

San relaxes when your body sags underneath him, sweetly lapping at the bite he left on your shoulder. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, dragging his nose up your neck to press a kiss on your jaw. “Doing so well for me. Are you alright to keep going, hm? Want to make Wooyoung wait a little longer with me? Give me a colour.” San’s voice changes a little at those last words; not lavishing you with praise or teasing Wooyoung anymore, but giving you an honest command.

(You hear Wooyoung make a noise at San’s comment, but he quiets at the call for colour.)

You take a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself. “Green,” you answer, meeting San’s intense gaze. “W-want you to cum inside me. I’m okay, j-just… let me hold you?”

San’s eyes go soft, and he motions for Wooyoung to let you move your arms.

Despite his earlier mood, Wooyoung obediently pulls his hand away. (Because you asked for it, not San, or so you suspect. He does give your wrist a light squeeze first, like he is loath to let go.)

San takes a moment to check the ropes, and helps you sling your bound arms around his neck when he’s satisfied with what he sees. Your fingers grasp at the sweaty dark hair at the nape, and immediately you feel more secure, more anchored, sighing when San leans in for a light kiss.

“There you go,” San murmurs against your lips, giving an experimental slow roll of his hips. “Is that better?”

You whimper at the slide of his cock against your fluttering walls — but frantically nod your head, worried San might take your noise as a negative. “Y-yes, so good. Feels so good.”

He lets out a strained chuckle at your enthusiasm, biting his lip as the speed of his thrusts pick up again. His previously deep and smooth rolls soon degrade to nothing but a frantic rut, focused on his own release. To fill you up exactly like you’d asked.

And although you are too wired to get yourself back to that edge this time around, San’s increasingly desperate and pitchy moans get you high nonetheless. His rhythm crumbles down further every time he buries himself in your cunt, his head dropping down against your shoulder, rough grunts falling on your heated skin.

“Got one more for me?” he asks, whines, and reaches for your clit again.

It is tempting, so fucking tempting to let San push you in and through the needling high of overstimulation, but you hiss as he makes contact and shake your head. “No, n-no. Yellow, yellow,” you slur out, the colour system still fresh in your mind from San’s earlier check. “C-can’t, hmnh—”

As much as you usually revel in the thrill of seeking out the furthest edges of your limits; there is no way in hell that you’ll have the stamina to keep going with Wooyoung if San makes you cum again right now.

San immediately pulls his hand back, switching gears as he simply grabs onto your waist again. “Happy just to be used by me, hm?” San hums against your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Asking for nothing except to get stuffed full. How lucky am I to have such a sweet, pretty cumdump.”

(Your stomach jolts with surprised pleasure; San has been encouraging you to share whatever preferences and fantasies you feel comfortable sharing, but you did not expect him to dip into this side of your praise kink tonight, with all his initial talk of slow and sweet. But obviously he is becoming more comfortable to improvise with you, and pull from his growing knowledge of your pleasure points.

Already you’ve come a long way from the San who refused to let Wooyoung eat you out — and you are still getting to know one another. That in itself is a feverishly exciting thought.)

“Yes, yes Sannie, please,” you babble, his affectionate degradation flaring hotly inside you. “Give it to me, please, fill me up— I want it, want it, want it—”

“Fuck, fuck, hang on, baby, fuck,” San says, cracks fracturing his voice and composure when you squeeze encouragingly around him. It only takes a few more rough, frantic bucks of his hips before he cums with a broken moan, painting your fluttering walls with ropes of hot, sticky seed.

You groan in satisfaction as San stills inside you, your bound fingers running through his hair best you can. He rocks into you a little longer with small, whiny noises, milking himself with your plush cunt until his arms tremble and his breath comes in tight moans.

“That’s it,” you murmur to him, “being so good to me, giving me everything.” You play with the sweaty strands of hair as he slowly recovers; which gives you a moment to recover as well. Your walls still twitch around San, overly sensitive, but the sharpest edge is wearing down.

Wooyoung’s hand joins yours in San’s hair, but there is a quiver to his fingers as he gently strokes his boyfriend’s head.

You glance up to Wooyoung, and see he has pushed down his trousers and underwear enough to expose his veiny, rock-hard dick. There is an angry flush to the leaking tip, and Wooyoung’s entire body looks like it’s pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Wooyoung…”

He swallows thickly at the call of his name, teeth digging into his bottom lip. He squeezes your hand, sensing the concern in your voice.

“I’m good,” Wooyoung strains. “H-hurts, but it’s good. I’m fucking good, baby. I-is it my turn now?” he ends on a whine.

San pulls out with a grunt, and you moan at the sudden emptiness as he slides off of you, onto the bed on the opposite side of Wooyoung. He is still catching his breath, sweat beading in his hairline. You give San a questioning look, but he just grins back. “Your call,” he says. “Is it his turn?”

Wooyoung restlessly pats at your hair, desperation shining in his eyes from unshed tears. But his expression is feverish, borderline feral; all that holds him back from pouncing you is a razor-thin wire of restraint tied to your consent.

You give it to him.

“Yeah, your turn,” you say, breathy, and bring your bound hands down to your cunt, smearing your fingers through the mixture of arousal and the slow dribble of San’s leaking seed. “You promised me, right? Was gonna make me feel San’s cum for days. Wanna feel you too…”

Wooyoung chokes back a whimper, his hips stuttering; and for a moment you think he is going to cum without his cock ever touching your waiting cunt.

But he manages to regain himself and, with ragged breaths, he kicks off his pants and underwear. Once his clothes are discarded, Wooyoung scrambles to lay down next to you. His touch is roughened by impatience, and you squeak in surprise when Wooyoung turns you onto your side, facing San, and hooks your leg back around him.

Before you get a chance to worry about more of San’s cum spilling out, Wooyoung’s cock pushes into your wet hole. He whines as he plugs you up, holding you close against him and teething at your neck. “Fuck, but this pussy is so fucking sweet,” he groans, shaky as he grinds against your ass. “Feels just as good as it tastes. Wanna make such a mess of you.”

“D-do it,” you challenge him, turning your head in an attempt to find his lips. “Mess me up, fuck, Wooyoungie…”

Wooyoung’s cock might not be as thick as San’s, but his length hits deliciously inside you, a toe-curling slide that is just what your raw and tender cunt needs right now. “Gonna fuck Sannie’s cum so deep you can taste him, promise,” Wooyoung babbles, sucking hungrily at your skin. “Aren’t I so much nicer than him? I am letting him watch.”

San scoffs. “Like that’s not for your own benefit,” he says, though his eyes are hard while he does watch how his own seed slowly leaks from your pussy between thrusts, dislodged by Wooyoung’s sloppy thrusts. “We all know how much putting on a show gets you off.”

Wooyoung ignores him, too caught up in the thrill of finally having some relief for his painfully neglected cock.

“Look at San,” he tells you, his mouth wet against your ear. “Look how fucked out he is from pumping your cunt full. Wanted to stay buried in this warm pussy for as long as he could, didn’t he?”

You moan when San’s gaze snaps up to meet your eyes; ‘fucked out’ barely covers it. He looks as ruined as you feel, lips plump from the force of his kisses and every inch of skin glistening with sweat, his broad chest rising with every breathless pull for air, punctuated by soft moans. His eyes are slightly unfocused but still he watches with quiet intensity, like he already can’t wait to bury himself into you all over again.

San takes your bound hands and lifts them up to his puffy lips. You expect a kiss — but teeth nip your skin instead, San’s hazy eyes dangerous as he bites at your knuckles, one by one.

You squirm at the gentle stings of pain, and Wooyoung lets out another drawn-out whine as you clench tighter around him. His hand shakily inches downward, but he grunts and yanks it back when he remembers your earlier limit. Desperately, you shake your head, arching into his touch.

“No, n-no, I—” you moan, wiggling your ass into him. Heat is coiling in your abdomen again, dizzying your tongue into slurred speech. “I, hngh, I can go again, please, please, mmmhh fuck, want you to touch me, Wooyoung, ahh—”

And Wooyoung — fucking menace that he is — even when balancing on the very brink himself; Wooyoung can’t resist being a little shit about it. “Touch you where, baby?” he pants, like he isn’t about to bust his load in your aching cunt. “Tell me where you need my fingers, then I’ll give it to you. Tell me exactly.”

With San holding onto your wrists, you can hardly force Wooyoung’s hands where you want them, so you have no choice but to give voice to your feverish desperation aloud. “P-pussy. Need you to touch my pussy.”

“That it? Nothing more… specific?” he asks with a salacious grin, running a single finger through your messy folds, cruelly bypassing the swollen nub that is begging for attention.

“Clit,” you sob, twisting against him. “Put your fingers on my clit and make me cu-uuhmm—!”

Wooyoung sighs in bliss, obediently rolling your clit between thumb and forefinger. They’re soon coated in an obscene slick, a mixture of San’s seed and your own smeared arousal. Your choked up whimpers can’t quite cover the wet noises of Wooyoung’s efforts, his fingers and cock making an even bigger mess of you. San watches silently how fluids drip from your thighs onto his already soaked sheets, something primal cutting through the exhaustion in his eyes.

Predictably, Wooyoung does not last long; especially now that you are clamping around his dick, your cunt instinctively trying to keep him embedded deep inside you. He burrows his face into your shoulder, biting down on the exact same spot that San had earlier.

You hiss at how it smarts, but the sound morphs into a pleased moan when Wooyoung cums hard. His hips jerk as he empties with generous spurts of hot whiteness, leaving you feeling so floaty and full, satisfied and swollen — you wonder if you’d feel the protrusion of Wooyoung’s cock and their combined seed, if your hands were free to press against your stomach.

But Wooyoung quickly pulls out with a pained whine, too sensitive to even simply stay inside you. Immediately his cum starts to drip out; except San is right there to gather his and Wooyoung’s seed on two fingers. He shoves them back inside you without delay, keeping you beautifully stuffed while Wooyoung frantically works your clit.

Wooyoung covers your cheek, jaw and ear with hard kisses, and whispers filthy encouragements as you begin to shake and tremble uncontrollably. San curls his fingers inside you, Wooyoung pinches sharply at your clit — and he grins against your cheek when you shatter apart with a wretched sob.

“That’s it,” he coos smugly as sparks sear through you like a shockwave. “Took it all so well, milking us for all we got. Been keeping San’s cum so nice and warm for us, making room for me too. Want a taste of what we stuffed you full with?”

You’re still trembling in Wooyoung’s hold, whimpering through the persistent spikes of pleasure while he continues to rub stubborn circles on your clit. The surges slowly grow weaker but they linger, and you are unable to do anything but make a sniffling noise that you hope gets your needs across.

San seems to pick up on it, sliding his fingers out your weeping hole. But before he lets you have that taste, his fingers smear across your lips, leaving a glossy stain. Wooyoung groans at the sight and can’t resist, sucking at your bottom lip to steal the mixture of fluids away from you. You whine in protest, though you do miss his mouth when he pulls away with a playful bite.

You can’t miss him for long; San nudges his fingers past your lips, presses them down on your tongue, and your eyes roll back as you finally taste Wooyoung, San and yourself. Hungrily you suckle at his fingers, letting out a small whimper when Wooyoung dips into your cunt and takes another swipe for himself.

San’s breath shallows as your tongue swirls around him, a light flush creeping up his cheeks. You wonder if he’s thinking about how your mouth would feel on his cock. You certainly are.

…That is for another time though, when you are not exhausted to the bone, fighting the urge to curl up and fall asleep on the spot. (Right now, it’s very hard to remember why you insisted on a ‘no sleepovers’ rule.)

San slips his fingers out when you and Wooyoung both quiet down, and turns his attention to your wrists. “Let’s get these off of you,” he says gently, tapping the rope.

San and Wooyoung help you to sit upright against the headboard, and this time Wooyoung is the one to get you some water while San begins to expertly loosen the knots.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, glancing up at you. His gaze is still intense, though now also soft.

“No numbness, tingling feeling or pain,” you say in a tired sigh, reciting back the points he told you to be aware of. “Well… no pain there,” you chuckle. “Think I’ll be sore in some places tomorrow. But I don’t mind that. Not at all.”

“Hm, good,” San hums, and directs his focus back to your restraints. Silence falls between you, not even broken when Wooyoung returns by your side and carefully raises the glass of water to your lips, assisting you with taking slow sips. The ropes come undone — but San does not let you go just yet, taking his time to gently massage your wrists for circulation.

You look down on San’s thumbs rubbing into your skin, your thoughts winding back over the course of the evening. Suddenly you feel oddly vulnerable; even with San’s careful touch, and Wooyoung sidling up next to you after he set the glass away, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

Wooyoung grins and pinches at San’s cheek, praising him for taking such good care of you. San’s lips spread into that sweet shy smile, his eyes shining warmly when he quickly glances to you and Wooyoung. It’s safe and comfortable around them, a happy fuzz coating your memories; yet you can’t help a pinch of self-consciousness as you think back on one particular moment of the evening.

“Did I do okay?” you ask, feeling silly even as the question slips past your lips.

San’s eyes widen slightly, his hands stilling, while Wooyoung’s arm tightens around you and he immediately turns his praises on you. Of course you did well, he assures you. What a fucking champ, taking it all like that. Their good girl. How lucky they are with you.

You bite your lip in a small smile as Wooyoung’s words hum sweetly through your veins, but San frowns in concern.

“Did something happen?” he asks, still gentle but a firmness layered underneath. “Something worrying you?”

“Well—” you say, already feeling awkward. “I said ‘yellow’…”

“As you should have,” San says, even firmer this time. “Are you feeling guilty about that?”

“A little,” you admit; the people-pleaser inside you is a bit ruffled by bluntly asserting a boundary. “I know I shouldn’t, but— but I kinda feel like I should apologise.”

San shakes his head and squeezes your hands tightly. “Don’t you dare. If anything, I should say thank you. For helping me to keep you safe and feeling good. That makes it feel good for me too.” He breaks out another smile, his dimples joining in. “I felt good today. I hope you did too.”

“He really means all that, you know,” Wooyoung chimes in. “About thanking you. Never met anyone who cares more about this stuff than San here.” He leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hush. “I swear, he almost nutted on the spot the first time I yellow-ed him.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” San says, rolling his eyes with a flustered flush burning across his face, and you relax with a giggle at their familiar bickering and warm reassurances. “I mean,” San mumbles sheepishly, “ideally you’d never have to use a safe word at all; but as convenient as it’d be in a situation like this, I can’t exactly read your mind—”

“Hey, hey,” Wooyoung cuts off San’s ramble with a laugh. “C’mon, you know I’m just teasing!” He grabs San’s chin to smack an exaggeratedly wet kiss on his cheek. “You’re the fucking best. Who needs a mind reader when we’re doing this together. You got our back, we got yours.”

San sighs in resignation, trapped by Wooyoung’s firm grip on his chin as Wooyoung makes a show of lavishing his face with loud, dramatic kisses — but you don’t miss the way his shoulders release tension, and his hands relax around yours.

You feel a bloom of warmth at the obvious fondness on display in front of you, and your guilt fades.

Finally Wooyoung lets San go free and cuddles up a little closer against you, while San presses up on the other side. Sandwiched between them, you blissfully surrender yourself to their attentive aftercare. And once you feel solid enough to move again, they both insist on escorting you the whole thirty paces from San’s bedroom to yours.

The gesture is excessive and unnecessary to the point of being silly. You burst with friendly affection for them.

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[saintobio]

sugar spice.

↳ oikawa/reader/iwaizumi

what’s better than to spend valentine’s with not just one, but two guys?

genre. pwp, explicit smut, 18+

cw. vulgar language, degradation, polyamory, mmf threesome, cunnilingus + fellatio, fingering, voyeurism, dom/sub elements, daddy kink, unprotected sex, anal + vaginal, double penetration, spitting, creampie, aftercare

notes. happy valentines day! i had this saved in my drafts after an anon jokingly suggested an iwaoi manwich some time ago. and now, i think, is the best time to post it. it’s downright filthy you’ve been warned.

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“He’s gonna get mad if we start without him.”

“He’ll be fine, baby. Come on, I’m horny as fuck.”

The first wave of arousal hit your body as Oikawa slid off your skimpy underwear from your waist down to your ankle. The guy had you on the couch with your legs spread open and his warm breath tickling your core when he placed his mouth near your cunt. With hands suppressing your stomach and knees glued to the floor, his face was on the perfect level adjacent to your genital ready to ravage the soaking pussy that he hadn’t tasted for a few days.

You could tell that he missed it with the way his lips curled into a triumphant smirk, eyeing your sex with a wanton stare. He ran his index finger from your clit down to your core, later stretching your folds to open up the hole that he’d been dying to be inside of. “I miss fucking this pussy,” he gritted, pressing his tongue flat between your slit and allowing it to enter your warm cavern. A silent moan escaped your lips after Oikawa passionately kissed your cunt with his eyes looking at nothing else but you. He used his arm to restrict your leg from moving while you were reaching to unclasp your bra—eventually, releasing your tits from the tight covering before throwing the piece of undergarment to the side.

“Mmh—fuck, that’s so good,” you softly whispered, hoisting your hips up a little bit with your hand reaching for Oikawa’s brown locks. The prick was loving your reaction as he smiled while his long tongue was working its way inside. Your eyes almost rolled back when he spread your labia apart so he could lick your inner folds and taste every corner of your cum-coated vagina that he always referred to as ‘sweet’ as sugar. “T-Tooru!”

8 days, you recalled. It had been 8 days since you last had sex with Oikawa because he had to attend a 7-day business trip, leaving you and Iwaizumi behind to have fun on your own. This was also why you couldn’t blame him for being so impatient at having his way with you since he had been dry for almost a week of simply receiving the nude photos you had sent him. The most he had was when you two Facetimed while Iwaizumi was balls deep inside of you and Oikawa simply had to jerk off in his hotel room, watching his best friend fucking your brains out.

Little did he know, Iwaizumi rawdogged you every single night while he was gone.

He couldn’t be jealous, though. The three of you were on a strict agreement of having to share each other without your personal interests going overboard. The most exciting part about being in a polyamorous relationship, specifically with these two hot guys, was the difference they both have in terms of sexual intimacy. They were both blessed with well-endowed members that constantly filled you in, but apart from their big pretty cocks, they were also equally skillfull in bed. What differed them from each other was the fact that Oikawa was passionate while Iwaizumi was rough. One was sugar, the other was spice.

You liked both, frankly. It would be hard to choose simply because you didn’t want to pick just one over the other. Iwaizumi could last long in a single round, while on the other hand, Oikawa may be fast to reach his orgasm but he could do it for 5 rounds in a single night.

Hitting two birds in one stone? Fuck yes.

“A-Aah, shit. Baby,” you whined as your hand released the tight grip that you had on the cushion before moving it to your clit. You let your fingers perform circular strokes against your bud while you squeezed your breast on the other.

Oikawa, being as stimulated as you, sucked the juices from your core until his mouth was covered with your slick. “My pretty baby misses me, huh?” he jeered, tongue rapidly moving between your folds. He pushed your hand away so he could nip at your clit before french kissing your pussy like he was desperate to eat you out.

Drool oozed down on your cunt down to your butthole and you could feel his thumb coating your anus with his own saliva acting as lube. God, he was so beautiful. His eyes fluttered as he pulled his face away from the cunt he just ravaged before he palmed your wet vulva with slow strokes. “Mmh… Finger me, daddy,” you begged, pressing your lips together to suppress your moans. “I want your long fingers inside of me.”

“And they will be inside of you,” he retorted, sending a wink just as he removed his palm from your genital. “How many fingers, baby? One? Two?”

“Three,” you boldly answered which became the reason of Oikawa’s grin, who was visibly impressed. He mouthed ‘okay’, trailing kisses on your inner thigh before he positioned his middle finger at your entrance. After he sunk the first digit, he didn’t wait too long to sink the other two to completely stretch you out. Thankfully, his amazing pussy-eating skills already prepared you enough for this. “Yes, yes. Aaah, just like that!”

The muscles in Oikawa’s arm were flexing as he moved his fingers in and out at a rapid pace—scissoring the tips until he was able to reach your most pleasurable spot. “Good?” he inquired, staring at your half-lidded eyes. Your mouth was parted as you nodded. “I’ll fuck you raw later, baby. Okay?”

“Please,” you mewled, squeezing your tits together while his three slender fingers were relentlessly destroying your tight hole. Oikawa displayed a satisfied smile, leaning his body over to meet your lips with a soft open-mouthed kiss before kissing the valley between your breasts and later having your clit disappear in his mouth.

When his head sunk low between your legs, you watched the door to your bedroom swing open to see Iwaizumi walking in. “I knew you fuckers started without me!” he complained, walking inside while he stared at your very naked self being eaten out by his best friend. “Sluts.”

Oikawa erupted into a chortle as he glanced at his best friend teasingly. “You came in late, Iwa-chan! I already feasted on her cunt.”

“I feast on it every night,” was Iwaizumi’s short but winning reply, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned body. You managed to see the outline of his thick cock growing from his grey sweatpants as he walked closer to your side and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Happy Valentine’s, baby.”

“Ha-Haaa—” Jesus, you couldn’t even respond because Oikawa made it his goal to thrust his fingers at an insane speed and make you unable to form coherent words.

Iwaizumi grinned, nonetheless, at the sight before falling on the couch next to you. Leaning on the backrest, he palmed his clothed member while watching his best friend fingering you.

“I get to fuck her first,” Oikawa bargained, taking his digits out before Iwaizumi grabbed his hand and sucked your juices from his fingers. Tooru was quick to snatch his hand back in protest. “Damn you, I was gonna do that!”

“She tastes good,” Hajime naughtily commented, tilting his head to wink at you. “Oikawa, fuck her like the whore she is. She likes it.”

You rolled your eyes as you recalled how he dogged you at full speed last night. You adjusted yourself from the couch while Iwaizumi lifted your chin to give you another lingering kiss. “Mmh—Haji, you smell like fucking cigarettes.”

As he pulled away, you realized that Oikawa was already standing in front of you to reveal his hard cock that was ready to penetrate you all night. His pink throbbing tip was leaking of precum while he pumped himself off above you. “Want this cock, baby?” he asked, sitting next to you and pulling you over his lap. You felt his tip teasing your parting with a lopsided grin on his face, and by surprise, he slammed all of his length inside.

“Y-Yeah!” you screamed from the sudden stretch as you completely sat on his lap with his cock penetrating your tight walls. So good, you were losing your mind, it’s so fucking good. You breasts jiggled at his every thrust and he made your wrap you arms around his neck so he could envelope your mouth with his kisses. Your eyes were stuck on Iwaizumi as you made out with Oikawa, with the latter gripping your ass while he jerked his hips to meet yours.

Iwaizumi’s eyes flickered in lust before he slipped his pants off and allowed his own thick cock to spring free. His hand immediately wrapped itself around his shaft, soon pumping his member at the sight of you and Oikawa fucking like rabbits.

Your tongue was rolling against Tooru’s, exploring each other’s mouth, and leaving you breathless from every pound. “I fucking missed you,” you breathed heavily, pulling away from the kiss to spread your legs further. Oikawa held you by the waist and allowed you to lean back with the assurance that he had you secured around his hold. Your tits continued to bounce when he finally found the perfect angle to go even deeper than he already was.

“I missed you too, baby.” With a quick suck on your left breast, his own moans left his lips along with the loud squelching noises that filled the room, “Tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever been in.”

Iwaizumi sneered from the side, pausing from his little display of masturbation as he stood up. You only realized that he was now behind you when his hands sneaked from under your pits to massage your breasts softly. “You like being railed by two guys, don’t you?” he taunted. “You slut.”

You hummed, closing your eyes at the satisfaction that Oikawa’s cock was giving you as well as Iwaizumi’s hands that were kneading your bosom. The latter’s tip was poking your back and you threw your head back to look up at him. “Babe, let me suck you.”

Grinning cockily, Iwaizumi walked to your left and propped one leg over the couch to angle his swollen cock in your mouth. He ejected spit towards his shaft, some of it splashing on your cheekbone before he jerked himself off. “Ready?” he asked, holding onto his girth and slapping it against your tongue. “Good girl. Yes, you are.”

Oikawa giggled, now taking a pause from his own thrusts to let you twerk on your own. You were simultaneously sucking Iwaizumi’s dick while dancing against Oikawa’s rock hard erection like a complete people pleaser.

Well, when it came to these two men, you would definitely do anything to please them.

“What took you so long?” You heard Oikawa ask Iwaizumi in the midst of your current position.

“Bought her flowers. The line was so long.”

“Ha! That’s why I got her chocolates.”

You swirled your tongue on Iwaizumi’s tip while using your hand to jerk off the upper half. When he arranged your hair into a ponytail, Oikawa took the chance to lick the skin on your neck—biting and sucking your skin to leave his purplish mark.

“I’m gonna cum,” the brunette announced, patting your ass to signal his desire to pull out from your cunt. Iwaizumi’s dick left your mouth as Oikawa moved you to the side before standing side-by-side to his best friend.

You bit your lip and suppressed a chuckle as they grinned at each other while holding their cocks like it was a competition. Idiots. “Tooru, I want your cum in my mouth.”

“As you wish, baby,” he hummed, pumping his length directly above your face, briefly turning to Iwaizumi with a playful smirk, “Cumshot?”

Iwaizumi nodded once with the corner of his lips upturned into a wolfish simper, “Put those hands to work and give us a handjob, babe.”

You did as told and pumped each of them with both your hands. The multitasking was hard labor but the look on their faces intensified your arousal, so you made your best performance to satisfy the two. With two huge cocks right by your face, you decided to tease Iwaizumi’s cock first with a lick on his tip while still jerking off their cocks like a pro. You sucked the corner of Iwaizumi’s length before bobbing your head when you fully took him in. Oikawa, on the other hand, guided you to pump his cock at the pace he wanted.

“It’s like we’re dating a fucking pornstar,” Oikawa commented, causing Iwaizumi to chuckle deeply.

You stared up at Hajime with a restrained smile before releasing his cock with a pop to switch to sucking Tooru’s. You adjusted your mouth so his tip could reach the back of your throat until you gagged, making him lose his mind over it.

“Maybe we should film it next time,” Iwaizumi suggested, reaching to touch your tit and play with your nipple with his index finger, “Suck us both, babe.”

First of all, it was always Iwaizumi who did the orders like the absolute dominant he was because you were his precious submissive who followed everything he asked you to do. So, this time, and for the first time, you tried to alternate between sucking each of their heads before you took both dicks in your mouth.

They couldn’t even fit.

The corners of your lips were being stretched with your attempt at giving a nice blowjob to your two boyfriends at the same time. Praises left their mouths even as drool started running down to your neck.

“That’s my baby,” Oikawa praised, tucking some hair behind your ear before Iwaizumi slipped his member out of you to have you aid his best friend’s nearing orgasm, “I’m gonna cum, for real.”

You stuck your tongue out when Oikawa increased the speed of his hand before finally ejaculating his warm seed on your face, “Uhh, fuck!” he released a guttural moan as he sent his cum all over your face—some on your mouth, some on your cheek, some were dripping down to your chest.

“Shit.” Iwaizumi watched the whole thing intently and very vividly, pulling you out of the couch as you wiped Oikawa’s jizz on your face. “You look pretty with cum drizzles.”

You playfully shoved him by the chest, feeling your knees wobble a little before you pulled Oikawa for a quick kiss, “You taste good, baby,” you said, before pushing him towards the bedside table. “Go get some damn tissues.”

The man left with a grin while Iwaizumi was manhandling you to get into his favorite position. “Ass up, whore,” he derided, twisting your hip and forcing you to get on your knees on the couch. “Hands on the backrest.”

Oikawa soon came back to wipe off the excess cum that were on your face before Iwaizumi rammed his cock inside of your stretched hole without warning. You were left whimpering from his roughness as every slam caused slapping noises from your ass to his groin. Goddamn, the friction he was creating against your cunt was achingly good.

“Aah—aah, yeah!” you cried out, gripping the cushion tight as you leaned forward while you were being pussy pounded from behind. Iwaizumi’s grip on your waist were tight and he paid very little mercy at how his huge, veiny cock was entering you at an insane pace until tears started welling up your eyes. “H-Hajime!”

Oikawa’s mocking laugh could be heard to your right. “Aww, my pretty baby’s crying.” His reflection from the glass panel let you see how he whispered something on Iwaizumi’s ear before the said guy pulled you by the hair.

Your scalp felt like it was going to be ripped out of your head. “Hajime!” you screamed, feeling his member forcefully plowing into your abused cunt. “D-Daddy—”

“Be a good girl for daddy.” His hot breath tickled your ear after he pulled you back until your body was arched into a C, later releasing his grip on your hair to place his hand on your bum.

You pressed your upper body against the backrest of the couch, albeit your insistence of preventing wanton cries from the feeling of his cock going deeper each second. The movements of his hips were fast and rough that you almost felt your eyes rolling at the back of your head. “S-So good!”

“You think you can take us both, babe?” he asked, feeling his spit lubricating your asshole while he continued rearranging your guts. You’ve never tried being penetrated at the same time but the thought somehow ignited a newfound excitement within you.

So you nodded, very much like an obedient girl. “Oikawa prepped me while we waited for you.”

Iwaizumi pressed his thumb inside your anus while his cock was slowing down from your cunt. “Did he?” He sunk his whole fucking thumb in and it left you moaning out loud. “I get to fuck your ass, then.”

“C’mere, baby,” Tooru called as he appeared to your side with Hajime pulling out of your pussy before he sat on the couch. “Iwa-chan, let her do reverse cowgirl.”

Fuck, it’s happening!

You hid your excitement when Iwaizumi leaned in to kiss you softly before he urged you to turn your back on him and sit in the middle of his pelvis. He opened up your parting, running his slick-coated fingers to wet your butthole—not long after, his tip was entering your anus slowly and painfully. “Aaah—fuck. F-Fuck, daddy!”

“All good?” he asked, watching his cock disappear from your ass while Oikawa was holding your hands for support. Your anal walls clamped around his juicy cock as another moan was emitted from you. “You’re so tight.”

“Hajime, that’s... You’re so fucking big!” you whined, hearing his chuckle before he pulled your back to rest it against his chest. Now, with his dick moving in and out of your asshole, Oikawa opened your legs and found his territory on your vulva.

“Look at my eyes,” he commanded, running his fingers through his hair before playfully slapping his dick against your clit. You chuckled before it turned into a moan as Iwaizumi went deeper in your other hole. “Doing good, Iwa-chan.”

You laced your fingers with Hajime’s on your left hand while you intertwined your right with Tooru’s. It didn’t take long until the latter penetrated your tight cunt and amazingly hit the right spot as soon as all of his length was inside. Loud squelching noises along with lecherous moans reverberated through the room when the dual penetrative action sent you into a state of euphoria.

You were thrown into ecstasy despite the unfamiliarity of this new experience.

Having two huge dicks destroying you like there was no tomorrow felt like it was only some kind of a dream, but now, had turned into reality.

“Aah, th-that’s so fucking good!” You took deep breaths, humming in pleasure and closing your eyes to simply bask in the feeling. “Don’t stop.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Oikawa cussed, nails digging into the skin of your waist leaving crescent marks as he fucked your cunt at the same rhythm his best friend was shoving his dick inside your asshole. At this point, screams were coming out of your mouth while the two guys romanced your body for their own pleasure.

You could hear Iwaizumi panting beneath you when he continuously wrecked your other hole. His hand later traveled to your chest to give your bust a harsh squeeze and it gave Oikawa an idea to suck your other tit and swirl his tongue around your nub.

One of the 7 deadly sins filled this room tonight and it was none other than lust.

With screams getting louder, gasps causing your mouths to part open, and all three people connected into a single body—you disintegrated between the two men as your lower abdomen signaled your orgasm and your toes started curling. “Ngh—I’m cumming! Aah!”

Your legs started to shake while you clenched around Oikawa’s member and squeezed Iwaizumi’s cock in one go. “Damn, we made her cum,” the latter teased, not allowing you to rest as he rammed himself up your ass.

Oikawa delighted at the sight while he, too, pounded you through your overstimulation. His brows started to furrow which only meant how serious he had become at trying to chase his climax.

However, surprisingly, it was Iwaizumi who came first.

The tan guy shot all of his warm load inside your rectum and filling it all in with his cream. He pulled his dick out, still having you resting above his chest, and you instantly felt his liquid oozing from your anus.

“My turn,” Oikawa growled, latching on to your sides when he caught up to his pace and cursed under his breath as his orgasm was near. Iwaizumi tried to hold you in place as you were being fucked like a ragdoll and in after a few more minutes of thrusting and cockslamming, Tooru’s hot spurts of seed were sent straight to your womb as his movements became sloppy and uneven, pulling out of you only to see his semen seeping out of the pussy he just destroyed. “That was fucking good.”

You never really thought that today would be the day you would expand your sexual experiences that worked for relationships like the ones you have with both Oikawa and Iwaizumi. It may be difficult to expect from you but you were determined to experiment more and see what else could spice up your sugary sweet life with two.

For now, you were exhausted. Iwaizumi had you transferred to the bed as your whole body was limp. He was the one who wiped the cum off your body before Oikawa tucked you under the duvet and kissed your forehead.

“Sleepy?” Tooru asked, smiling, “I’ll spoil you lots when you wake up.”

“I’m so tired,” you singsonged with heavy eyelids, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Rest up, babe,” Hajime spoke, brushing your hair to the side as he climbed in bed next to you. “Happy Valentine’s.”

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[whereisten]

No Overnight Stays (m)

Summary: you’re an escort assigned to a different man for each day of the week. The rules are simple and strict, the money is grand, and simply put, you enjoy your job. But what happens when you start to develop feelings for one—or maybe two—of your clients?

Pairing: Female reader x Mark (x Jaehyun)

Genre: sugar baby!reader, smuttttt, a little fluff and a dash of angst :/ sorry, love triangle

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, descriptive smut (breast fondling, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, slight somnophilia, facial, threesome, cream pie, impregnation kink, dirty talk, sir kink, hair pulling and spanking, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), rough sex) I hope that’s it lmaooo

Word Count: 5.5K

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A man for every day of the week. That was your agreement with your escort agency. They’d set up your schedule so that you’d “belong” to one man for a specific day of the week. 

Some days you’d have sex with them, some days you were just their company or a place for them to go when they got tired of their spouses.

But either way, you were paid very handsomely for your services. All you had to do was have your phone on and make sure you were available to provide the services asked of you within the hour. They all had keys to your apartment, so they could let themselves in and wait if you weren’t there.

It was easy and luckily for you, the men you dealt with were all young business men that respected you. Some were rough and demanding, some were soft and shy, but they all made sure you were comfortable with their requests and granted you a safe word. Furthermore, the agency provided you with emergency buttons for you to place in every room, just in case one of your clients got out of hand.

Tonight, you had just finished up with Yuta, an incredibly handsome man that was away from his wife back home in Japan for a 6 month job venture. A pal of his suggested the agency to him so that his needs would be satisfied while he was away from home and based on his preferences and desires, you were his top choice.

He was kind and careful, whispering sweet words into your ear as he fingered you and got you ready. He treated you like you were his wife, and you often felt your face become warm. But when he was inside you, he pushed deep and hard, making sure his hips met with your ass as he bent you over the table.

“Ahh fuck..” he curses while releasing himself into you and tugging on your hair harshly.

He pants and pulls himself out, watching as his cum mixed with yours leaks down your shaking legs.

“Did you eat?” He asks, zipping his pants as he watches you pull your panties back up.

“No not yet, but I have some leftover spaghetti that is calling my name.”

You move your hair out of your face.

“I can grab something for you before I leave..what would you like?” Yuta shimmies his jacket onto his toned body.

He was always sweet like this, unlike some men that just left.

“Ohh—Hmm...there’s a place—“ you started but his phone interrupted you.

“Oh..I’m sorry..it’s her..” He looks up at you slowly and you can see the regret fall on his face. He really loved his wife, he couldn’t help but feel guilty sometimes.

“I-I have to go.”

He turns to leave and you walk behind him to lock the door.

“Hey hun! I just left work!” His voice echoes in the hallway.

You sigh and walk to your bathroom with a slight limp. Yuta always stretched you out and left you aching slightly, but you knew it was something a little warm water would fix.

While you stood under the hot water like a sinner bathing in hell, you thought about your life. Were you really happy? Sure, the easy money you made and the “free” upscale apartment you lived in were amazing. How could you ask for more?

Well that’s just the thing, your heart didn’t care about these material things sometimes, it wanted a person. Someone that would love you, really love you. However, with a lifestyle like this, how could you expect to find a partner that would be okay with it? How could you devote time to them?

You shook your head and stepped out of the grand shower.

You poured yourself some wine and sat by yourself on the couch. It was a typical night for you. When all the fun was over, you were alone.

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[The Next Day]

You went grocery shopping when Mark dinged you on the agency’s app. He’d be at your apartment soon so you needed to wrap things up and get back.

Mark was possibly your favorite client. The young single man was very gentle and always asked what you wanted to do. Of course, he knew that he wanted to have sex and that’s what he paid for, but he didn’t feel comfortable with handling your arranged situation that way.

Some days you’d just watch a few movies or go for coffee together. Some days he’d show you new restaurants or museums while you hung onto his arm like an actual girlfriend. He wasn’t afraid to bring you with him anywhere because the truth was that he wanted you to be his...and not just in the sexual or physical way. He wanted to date you.

Having been so consumed with work all the time, he found that you were one of the few things that made him relax and be happy, he could experience life with you and he was incredibly thankful for that.

“Hey Mark!” You struggle to get into your apartment with both arms filled with bags.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” He rushes over from the dining table and to the door to help you in.

After settling all of the bags onto the table, he chuckles. “So I take it you don’t like making two trips?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No..absolutely not. I don’t wanna waste precious time that I could be spending with you.” You teased him and stepped closer.

You held out your arm and flexed it, embarrassingly enough, no muscles showed through. “Plus, can’t you see how strong I am?”

Mark laughs out and leans forward to kiss you.

He holds your face in his hands like you were made of glass, gently caressing your cheeks as your tongue dances with his.

Your arms wrap around his waist so you feel his warm chest on yours. Your eyes shut immediately and you smelled his fresh cologne, like cotton.

He pulls away, kissing your forehead as you regain your steady breathing.

“What do you want to do today?”

Your heart races at his question. You wanted to cuddle, to just be with someone and feel loved. But that would be pushing the terms and conditions.

You search your apartment to avoid his gaze, but he knew you were deep in thought, his kiss had sent your mind into a wild frenzy. What did it mean when an escort was affected by such measly things? 

“Come on..don’t think too hard now, tell me what’s the first thing that came into your mind?” Mark leans forward to whisper low into your ear. His voice, deep and husky, makes you even more confused.

You finally look up at him and sigh. “Ahh Mark, you make me feel..” You shake your head.

Were you about to be honest with him and tell him about your growing crush?

His eyes grow and a smile creeps across his face.

“Like sleeping..” You look down again, never seeing his face fall.

“Oh, dude..am I that boring?”

You chuckle and look back up at him to see the genuine hurt in his eyes.

You shake your head and press your hand onto his chest. “No-No, you’re not..it’s just..”

“Y/n...why do you keep looking at me like that?” Mark knew there was something else you wanted, he could see the doubt in your eyes, the internal struggle you faced was coming to the surface. He also knew you drank the night before based on the empty bottle of wine in the living room.

“I-I don’t know,” You chuckle and step away from him. “Maybe I’m still a little hungover. I’m sorry.”

You start to take your things out of your bags. “Help me out, will you?” You pout.

Mark chuckles and takes the bread out of the bag. “I can’t believe I’m paying for this.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You’re the one that asked me what I want to do.”

He sighs. “Okay, touché. But after this, we’ll cuddle and sleep since you’re tired and/or hungover.”

Yeah, it was 6 in the evening, but Mark was just happy to be with you.

“Sounds good.”

After you put everything away, you took Mark to your room and sat him down on the bed.

You took his hoodie off over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. You ran your fingers through it, watching as his wide eyes gazed up at you like you were an angel.

He places both hands on either side of your waist, watching as you unbutton your cardigan in front of him slowly. Mark grows hotter and hotter with each button coming undone, a slight sliver of your beautiful, soft skin growing into your naked chest drives him crazy.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist as he brings you down onto his lap. He wastes no time, latching into your nipple and sucking it. His tongue flicks across the nub while your hands run through his scalp, causing a low groan to escape his body.

He aches for you, his member strains against his sweatpants. You feel it press onto your jeans as you also get hot. With the way Mark’s spit coats your breasts, you’re sure you’d be showing through your jeans how aroused you are soon enough.

Your room becomes steamy suddenly, the two of you filling it with moans and whimpers as he massages your breasts.

“B-baby..I want you..” You whine and grind down onto him. 

Mark loves when you call him that while begging for more.

He places you down onto the bed, helping you take your jeans off as your mouth falls open.

He drags your panties down your legs slowly, teasingly.

“Baby..please..”

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He raises an eyebrow as he pries your legs open and moves his face to the space created.

He focuses on your heat, licking his lips when he sees how wet you are already.

“Yeah..but..” your sentence is cut short when he licks a long stripe along your entrance.

“Mark!” You yelp as his tongue surprises you.

He kisses the inner skin of your thigh while still gripping the crooks of your knees. “Yes, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop? Does the little baby want to sleep?”

He asks with a mocking tone, but not without brushing two digits over your clit. You gasp and flinch under him.

“You’re so cruel..” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll just fuck you to sleep if that’s what you want.”

He says before pushing his fingers in harder, finding that fleshy spot instantly as your legs widen more. He kisses your bud while looking up at you through dark eyes.

“Am I the best one?” He asks innocently, fingers still pumping in and out of your soaking entrance.

“Y-yes..” you immediately answer without thinking, your mind solely focused on the building tension in your stomach.

He moves his head up and down as he licks your clit. He just needs to apply a bit more pressure and you’ll be in the clouds.

You intertwine your fingers with locks of his luscious brown hair and arch your back.

“More baby, please.”

“Oh look at you begging..” he breathes against your aching pussy.

He fingers pump harder and caress that one spot that he knows will have you reeling in just a few minutes.

“You know..I think you should just be mine..will you be mine?”

He says in between kisses on your clit.

And you’re so close, all you can do is nod and whimper.

You lick your lips while looking at the gorgeous man in between your legs. He locks eyes with you as his tongue works wonders on your core when combined with his fingers.

You clench around him from the sight. He chuckles and cracks a smile at how easily you fall apart. But he doesn’t let you experience the so desperately needed orgasm you need. He withdraws his fingers, a pop echoes into the room. 

“Mark?!” You cry out at the sudden emptiness.

Mark mimics your pout and hovers over you.

“Why don’t you answer my question first?”

You caress his face and lick your lips. “Can we talk about this later?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a simple question, y/n. I know you feel it too.”

He was right, you did feel a connection with him, but you couldn’t let him know that. You could lose your job.

“Mark..” you whisper low as you bring his face closer to yours. You lock eyes with him, your gaze shifting from an innocent one to one that is filled with lust and fire.

“The only thing I want to feel right now is your cock..I just want to feel it so deep in my silky, wet pussy.”

He swallows hard as you push your body up slightly to rub your entrance against his crotch.

“Come on, baby..fill me up...I won’t let a single drop escape”

Mark can’t take your lustful words any longer. He pushes his prior thoughts to the side and focuses on easing his painfully hard cock.

He immediately pushes his waistband down and looks into your eyes as he pushes into you. You moan as you feel completely satisfied by his long and girthy cock filling you up and touching all parts of your velvety walls instantly.

He watches your head fall into the pillow behind you and kisses your neck.

“God..I hate the way you make me so fucking horny that I forget what I was even asking..”

It was a lie, Mark knew exactly what he was asking, but decided to push it away since you wouldn’t give in to him.

He rarely cursed when he was with you, a part of you felt that you had awoken something deep within him so you decided to push him along further. He thrusts into you slowly and gently like he usually did. Mark was your typical vanilla sex partner and it made for a great balance to the opposite partners you had. But you wanted to see just how riled up he could get.

“Oh, Mark, just yesterday another man fucked me until I couldn’t walk..how can I be yours if you can’t compete with men like that?”

You hold his face in your hand and look into his eyes.

He chuckles and pushes into you hard and sudden.

“If that’s what you want, Princess, that’s all you have to say..you know I can do whatever you ask.”

“Be rough with me, make me yours..baby.”

He presses your knees far apart and lifts himself up from your chest.

He slides in and out of you hard, watching as your breasts move up and down from his thrusts.

“You’re the perfect fit for me."

He tilts his head to the side and goes deeper.

His cock curves into you at the perfect angle, making you clench and arch your back more.

You’re sprawled out under him, your knees to your chest as you bite your bottom lip and feel that tension build again.

He runs a hand down your warm chest and stomach, his fingers draw circles onto your skin, causing small fires to dance across it. The pads of his fingertips then lift the skin above your pussy, exposing your clit to him.

He taps it gently and hums to himself. “So pretty..”

He thrusts into you hard as you squeal.

His other hand finds your throat and grips it.

“Gonna fuck you to sleep just like you asked..but then..I won’t leave..I’ll stay inside your pretty pussy since it’s mine..and I’ll fuck it again in the morning...since it’s mine.”

Mark wasn’t asking anymore. He was going to make you his. And as much as you wanted that to happen, you were nervous as you had a job to fulfill. If he stayed over and into the next morning, he’d be cutting into your other client’s day. You could be caught with him and receive a complaint for breaking the “no overnight stays” rule.

“I’m so close..” You run your hands down his abs and watch as he pounds into you from above. He pants heavily, his palm feels sweaty around your throat.

“Can’t wait to cum deep inside you..nothing will leak out..Isn’t that right, baby?” His fingertips move faster into your clit. Mark was always great at finding your sweet spots and it was because he truly cared about your pleasure.

You nod and clench around him again, feeling the head of his cock twitch.

His movement stutters from the action, he falls forward as his grip on your neck tightens.

He cums into your body, filling you to the brim with everything he has. 

You climax as well, scratching into his back as you arch into him more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you curse.

That was the first of many climaxes for that night. You’d take breaks in between, but soon Mark was eating you out or fingering you until your nails dug into his back and you cried out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He wasn’t letting up on his promise to make you his, as each orgasm was intense and left you feeling dizzy. He was unlike any partner you had, making sure to care for your needs more than he did for his. He never even asked that you kiss him anywhere else but his mouth. 

Mark releases your throat and lays on top of your sweaty body as you both climax one last time.

“You really aren’t leaving, are you?”

“I meant what I said. You’re mine.”

A brief moment of silence rests between the two of you as you massage his scalp.

“I mean, I can leave if you want me to..”

He looks up at you with round, doe eyes and your heart breaks.

“No—no..stay..” Sleep takes you over suddenly.

He watches your cute face and smiles. “Mind if I wake you up in the best way possible?” 

You chuckle with your eyes closed.

“And how will you do that?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see..”

He lays back down and falls asleep on your chest.

———

[The Next Morning]

It’s the afternoon of the next day when Mark wakes up before you do and finds his cock engulfed in your pussy still.

He swallows hard, immediately feeling himself grow when he sees your eyes closed as you pout your lips and breathe heavily.

“Y/n..” He whispers, but your eyes don’t open yet.

“Y/n..” He says once more, this time he picks himself up and cages you in between his arms as he holds himself up above your head.

He kisses your forehead. “Wake up, Princess.”

He then buries his head into the crook of your neck and fondles your breast. 

He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be awake first. He lays sloppy kisses onto your shoulder before biting it.

“Mmm..Mark..” You say drowsily.

And with the sound of your soft voice and the feeling of your delicate fingers on his waist, Mark begins to thrust into you.

Your eyes are still closed as he fucks you into consciousness, the post-dream haze combined with his kisses and long thrusts makes you feel light headed.

“How does it feel, baby?”

He moves in and out of you while panting.

You mumble something while enjoying the warmth of his pulsing body on yours. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles. 

“Mm..faster, baby.” you mumble as your heat grows, your eyes closed while you enjoy your realistic dream.

He then intertwines his fingers with yours, and moves into you faster. Within just a few minutes he cums hard as you shake around him.

And it’s not until he pulls out of you and flips onto his back that he realizes there’s another man in the room.

At the edge of the bed stands a tall handsome man with black hair. He stares sternly onto your body with his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket.

“Oh shit!” Mark is frightened and quickly drapes the blanket over you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks.

You finally pry your eyes open and scratch your head.

“It’s me...y/n.”

“N-no no I mean..who is that and why is he just staring? Dude.. what the hell?!”

“What?” You rub your eyes and look up. And as your eyes focus you see that sure enough it was your Tuesday client, Jaehyun, staring intensely at you.

“Oh fuck..” You struggle to sit up straight in the bed. “Jaehyun..I’m so sorry, I overslept and-and..”

“Shhh..it’s okay, y/n..” His voice is sweet, but his face says the opposite.

“I see someone has gotten quite greedy with you..”

You turn to Mark, and it all comes back to you. He said he would stay over and you knew the risk you were taking, but you allowed him to anyway.

“Do you want me to push the emergency button?” Jaehyun asks smoothly.

“N-no! That won’t be necessary, I let him stay over actually..”

Your face becomes warm, it feels like you were caught by a parent with your boyfriend.

“I didn’t hear my phone go off with the alert saying you’d be coming over, I’m so sorry but he can leave and I’ll get cleaned up and we can start, just give me a few minutes—“

You start to get off the bed, but Jaehyun raises his hand.

“It’s okay, y/n..I know you see other men, that’s your job, isn’t it?” Jaehyun smirks.

He was one of those clients whose calm demeanor was difficult to read. He was intimidating and made you feel like you were up for terrible punishment at any moment. You never seemed to answer his questions to his satisfaction. In part to his recent divorce, he was rough, unforgiving, a stark contrast to Mark who just sat there awkwardly on the bed.

You nod slowly.

His gaze turns to Mark, his hands still in his pockets. “Was my slut good for you?”

“My?” Hold on..she doesn’t belong to you and no, she’s not a slut..”

Without moving his eyes, Jaehyun calls out to you. “Y/n...remove the blanket and open your legs for me..”

You immediately do as he says, but Mark stops you by holding your wrist. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s okay, Mark. This is what I do, please don’t forget that.” You give him a small smile as you lift the blanket.

You bend your knees while widening your legs.

You can feel the cool air hit your moist entrance.

“Now look at her, Mark...look at how much cum is in her beautiful pussy..only a slut can look like that..”

“Oh fuck off..”

“No, YOU fuck off, you’re cutting into my time..or don’t..”

Jaehyun loosens his tie and takes his jacket off.

“As a matter of fact, let’s see how much prettier she looks when she’s filled up with both of us, what do you say Mark?”

Mark begins to panic and turns to you. 

“What..“

“Stay...I want to make you feel good too..” you say, knowing that Jaehyun’s proposal wasn’t really a question. He was going to find some way to make Mark stay, it was his way of punishing both him and you.

“Good girl..” Jaehyun zips his pants down, revealing his already hard member. He grew when he watched Mark fuck you out of your sleep. He wanted to do that badly, but understood long ago the rules for this agreement. One of them being “no overnight stays.” But Mark clearly didn’t respect this. Maybe he thought you were his, but surely he was wrong.

Jaehyun wanted you just as badly as he did, and he wouldn’t stop until you were his.

“On your stomach, sweetheart, show him what your mouth can do..”

“Yes, sir.” You’re still weak from the night before but do as you’re told.

“Y/n..you don’t have to..” Mark caresses your face with his thumb.

“I know..but I want to..”

“She wants to please us..isn’t that right, slut?” Jaehyun brings an arm under your stomach to bring your ass up towards him.

“Y-yes, sir.” You struggle to get out once you feel his cock rub against your thigh.

You start by wrapping your hand around Mark’s semi-flaccid length, you pump it up and down while twisting. He groans and sits up straight.

Jaehyun enters you from behind, gripping your hip tightly as he pushes into you hard.

You moan loudly as his long cock stretches you out without warning.

“Ahh..fuck.” You gasp.

He slaps your ass hard, you stumble slightly on your knees but Mark helps you stay up.

“Don't be like that, sweetheart, I see how wet you are. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimper then lick Mark’s tip.

“You’re just a slut with cum leaking out of you all the time, you’re always ready, aren’t you?”

You kiss Mark’s tip then answer Jaehyun. “Yes, sir.”

He hums and slaps your ass again.

He rubs his hand over the area to feel it become warm.

He then pulls back and watches his veiny cock glisten with cum.

Meanwhile, you take half of Mark’s length into your mouth and begin to suck, rubbing the tip on the inside of your cheek as you listen to him groan.

Jaehyun buries himself deep inside you again, pushing past your vibrating entrance and deep into your walls where he feels his cock be greeted with that ticklish spot.

You move your head lower and allow spit to coat Mark’s entire length.

“God..that feels good.” He moans as his head falls back.

You suck harder and continue to twist your hand around his base.

You hum to push him along with vibrations.

The sounds of Jaehyun’s hips slapping against your ass gets louder as he glides in faster.

“Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, tsk tsk what a slut.” 

He pushes harder, bending over your back so his abs rest against it. He grabs your hair and pushes your head down onto Mark faster.

You gag and tears escape your eyes as Mark’s length hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

You gag over and over, causing the two men to become even hotter than they were before.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cry for me..”

And you did cry as your throat became irritated and your pussy was being destroyed from the back, Jaehyun stretched it out more than he ever did, but you didn’t want to stop. 

You felt like you were being undone, like you wouldn’t be able to talk or walk after, but it didn’t matter, just as long as you pleased these two men.

Jaehyun’s hand finds your clit, slapping against it before rubbing circles onto it.

You moan loudly, sending a delicious vibration onto Mark. He whimpers and pulls out of your mouth, before watching spurts of white leave his tip and decorate your mouth and tongue.

Your mouth stays open as Jaehyun pulls your head back towards him now. Your breasts jump forward and back as Mark pants and watches you be brought to paradise by another man.

“Sir..I’m going to..”

Jaehyun grunts. “You don’t deserve to cum, but I’ll let you because you’re a needy slut.”

And with that, you quiver around Jaehyun, gripping the pillows and shaking uncontrollably.

Mark feels himself becomes aroused yet again from the sight.

Jaehyun pulls out quickly and sits against the headboard. He picks your body up and puts you over his lap, but doesn’t push his cock into you yet.

“Mark..I think you should return the favor.” Jaehyun says as he grabs the crook of your knees with each hand opens you up.

Mark gladly agrees and puts his head in between your legs once more. He licks up your essence and begins to eat you out, nuzzling his nose against your clit as you cry out. 

Jaehyun takes your chin and turns your fucked out face towards his while you struggle to close your legs. 

“S-sir..please, it’s too much.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nothing is too much for a whore like you..Mark loves your pussy, and so do I.”

He kisses your shoulder as a strand of hair dangles in his forehead.

He flicks your nipples with his fingers, watching as you fall apart in his arms.

Mark’s head moves from side to side as he licks your bud and pushes as hard as he can.

“Look at you..open wide for two men.”

Jaehyun whispers into your ear as you tremble. “We won’t stop until we’ve both put a baby in you...but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes..fuck..yes..sir.”

Soon, you’re cumming again and seeing stars.

Mark pulls away and wipes his mouth, watching as your wetness ruins the sheets below you.

“Do you think she can take us both?” Jaehyun still plays with your hard nipples.

Mark chuckles. “I’m not really into sharing..but we should find out.” He caresses your face again as your mouth falls open.

He puts his thumb into it, watching as you suck it hard with your teary eyes wide.

Jaehyun lifts you up slightly so he can enter you again.

You fall onto him easily but whimper as you try to overcome your sensitivity.

Jaehyun forces you open wide with his hands on your knees, your feet dig into the bed as you bounce up and down on him. His touch sends electricity through your veins. 

Mark holds his cock in his own hand, stroking it while watching you fall onto Jaehyun’s length.

Your beautiful entrance is soaked and he just wants to feel it too.

Jaehyun looks into Mark’s hungry eyes and lets out a low growl.

“Go on, Mark. Fuck her like the needy whore she is.”

Jaehyun scoots down on the bed more so he is laying under you. Mark lays down over you and guides his tip along your slit.

“Mark..” you cry out while Jaehyun thrusts into you from below.

“Are you sure?” He licks his lips.

You nod and take his length into your own hand. “Yes..”

You push him into you slowly as Jaehyun pauses his movement. Your head falls back as your pussy is stretched out once more. You’d never done this before, but then again, you’d never been with two men.

“Shit...” you close your eyes tightly as both men fill you up.

Jaehyun sits up, holding you in his arms as he guides you up and down both his and Mark’s cocks now. 

You’re so right and Mark is embarrassed to admit that he is just moments from climaxing already, the friction of two cocks against your tight silky walls driving all of you crazy.

“Mmm..sweetheart, you’re doing so well..”

Jaehyun whispers. His tone is gravelly and he is just moments away also, sweat pricking at his forehead as you glide onto him.

The sound of skin against skin and loud moans and groans fills the room, you wonder if your neighbors will make a complaint. But right now, in this moment of complete ecstasy, you could care less.

Jaehyun’s tip twitches, vibrating against Mark’s and hitting your g-spot. You all come undone within seconds and experience an orgasm that lasts for what feels like an eternity.

All three of you collapse onto the bed, and you and Jaehyun fall asleep soon after. You should’ve cleaned yourself up, but your body aches and feels weak after orgasming so many times.

After 20 minutes of just watching you sleep, Mark gets up from the bed and goes to your bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans you up gently while watching you snore lightly.

Jaehyun’s back is turned to you so he can’t see Mark taking care of you by cleaning your exhausted body.

Before he leaves, he drapes your blanket over you and kisses your forehead. He also leaves a bouquet of flowers that he bought from someone selling them just outside of your apartment building. He went back to your apartment just to leave them there for you when you woke up. But really, he just wanted one last chance to see your beautiful face as you slept peacefully.

You wake up hours later to find yourself alone once again. You hop out of bed but soon remember what happened based on the aching feeling in your legs.

You’re happy to see that you're clean however, the sticky feeling of cum no longer being all over you. Someone must’ve cleaned you up, you thought to yourself.

With a limp, you walk out to your kitchen and see take-out food on your counter with a note attached, beside it you also see a bouquet of flowers. 

“Thanks for today, see you next week. Love, J.”

Jaehyun left you food, flowers, and cleaned you up before he left. Maybe he did care for you after all. This is what you thought as you smiled to yourself.

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[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

"A drunk villain topping a sober yet submissive hero?🙏"

Request #9

Warning: nsfw.

A fun little idea! This is also the last request from my old blog's inbox, which I'm glad about because my current inbox is already filling with new requests. (Keep 'em coming tho! I love your ideas!💖)

I also gotta say, I've been on fire recently! I've been writing so much I got drafts saved and ready to be posted! Hopefully, I don't jinx myself here lmao.

Anyways, enjoy! ^^

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Hero weaved through the crowd of criminals, wine glass in hand, as they kept an eye out for their target. They have been sent out on a mission by Organization. They were to find Villain, capture them, and at last bring them to justice.

The hero was currently at a ball being held by Supervillain. Their disguise consisted of state-of-the-art technology forming a hologram over their entire body, making them look like Other Villain, with whom Villain is on good terms. Combined with a voice changer, they would no doubt fool the villain and catch them off guard.

Hero's plan was pretty basic. They were going to find Villain, drag them off somewhere away from the party, pin them down, and cuff them.

"Simple, but effective." - they thought to themself. The hero's only issue now was that they still had no idea where the hell Villain was-

"Well, hello~." - a voice slurred from behind Hero, and before they could even turn around, an arm hooked around their shoulders, and Villain's ugly mug was right in their face.

Getting into character, the hero responded, "Ah, Villain! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Mmm, sure has. Hey, how's about we... make up for lost time, eh?" - the villain asked, leaning even closer to the disguised hero's face, running a finger down their jawline suggestively. The smell of alcohol wafting off them made Hero's eyes sting, but they played along nonetheless, "Well... I don't see why not~."

"Oh, this is perfect." - Hero thought. They have been preparing for this for weeks. They had to catch Other Villain a few weeks back, just so that they could pull this off. And out of all possible outcomes, this was the best and most convenient one.

"But perhaps let's go somewhere more... private." - the hero suggested, dragging Villain along down a nearby hallway. The other did not resist, letting 'Other Villain' pull them into a random bedroom as they drunkenly giggled to themself.

Hero locked the door behind them, and before Villain could react, they grabbed their arms and pinned them down on the side of the bed, turning off their disguise.

Villain looked surprised, then confused, and then something seemed to click in their head.

"Oh, my. Hero, if you wanted to have some fun that badly, you could have just asked~."

It was the wrong thing that clicked. Hero's face heated up at the other's words. They found themself at a loss. And in their surprise failed to realize that their hold on the villain had loosened.

Villain, drunk out of their mind, somehow noticed their slack hold, and before the hero knew it, their positions had switched. The villain was on top of them, pinning their arms above their head and grinning down at them, their bodies pressed against each other.

And as their crotches brushed, Hero's face turned beet red. They couldn't stop a shudder from running through them as the villain whispered in their ear, "So, how about it, Hero~? Wanna play~?"

The hero tried to stutter out an answer but found that they couldn't. They looked for a possible way out, and to their surprise, noticed that Villain's grip wasn't as strong as it could be. They have been pinned down by the other plenty of times in the past during their fights, so they knew that they could easily escape right now.

...

But did they want to?

Hero could feel their blood rushing down to their sex as the villain rubbed against them. They knew they shouldn't be letting this happen, but... Villain just looked so hot like this. And their touch was making the hero want more.

"F-Fine, let's play." - the villain only giggled in reply and locked their lips together, kissing hard and with need. The feeling distracting the hero's senses. They inhaled sharply as the other's grip suddenly increased. Have- Have they been pretending to be weakened?!

Hero could not escape anymore, and honestly...

...they didn't mind in the slightest.

As their kiss continued, Villain dragged the hero to the middle of the bed. Releasing their wrists, they ran their hands down Hero's chest and then began unbuttoning their shirt. In their drunken state, however, they struggled and tore the shirt open out of annoyance.

Hero whined a bit at the sight of the loose buttons flying and decided to ruin the other's shirt the same way. They went to grab the fabric and tear it off the other, only to have their hands pinned at their sides.

A "Tsk, tsk." sounded in their ear as Villain scolded them, "You don't get to touch me unless I say so." - the sudden chiding caught the hero off guard, and they couldn't stop the pit that grew in their stomach from the villain assuming control.

"Understand~?" - Villain asked, their lips brushing against the shell of Hero's ear, eliciting a small gasp from them. A wave of pleasure shot through them as the other nibbled on their earlobe.

"Y-Yes." - the hero managed to mutter out, somehow already breathless. Barely anything has happened yet, so why were they freaking out so much?! Why did- Why did it feel so... good to be below Villain like this?

Was it just the danger of letting their nemesis have control over them? The adrenaline of being at their mercy?

The excitement of being so close together?

"Good~." - the villain purred above them, running their hands across every bit of Hero's torso, dragging their nails down the other's back, arching it and making a shiver travel down their spine.

The hero had to bite back a moan as the other ground against them once more. They wanted to pull the rest of Villain's clothes off but knew that they couldn't, that they weren't allowed to.

That powerlessness only served to turn them on further. Hero clawed at the plush bedsheets below them, bunching up the fine material between their fingers. The villain chuckled at the sight, leaving a trail of kisses down the other's neck. Going down their chest, they bit the hero occasionally, bruising their flesh and making them whine needly.

Villain went even lower, tugging down the hero's pants, but only slightly, not enough to reveal their sensitive genitalia. They left even more kisses on them, licking their skin, making Hero inhale shakily and wonder what the villain's tongue would feel like just a little bit lower.

That pondering only worsened as Villain forced their legs apart and mouthed them through their pants, teasing the hero, who this time couldn't help the moan that slipped past their lips.

Hero tried to grab the other's head on instinct. They wanted to keep them there, for that sweet feeling to continue but stopped themself halfway, remembering how the villain forbade them from touching them. They grasped at the bedsheets once again, knuckles hurting from their hard grip.

"Good hero~." - Villain praised, making the hero blush even more, as they turned their head to the side, trying to hide and smush it into the pillows. Their face, however, was back on full display within seconds as the villain suddenly pulled their pants down further and took Hero into their mouth.

The hero couldn't stop the curse that left them alongside Villain's name, which they began to moan louder the more the villain licked and sucked at their privates. The feeling of the other's teeth teasingly dragging down them made Hero's back arch again, and the threat of Villain being able to bite down on them made their insides twist.

They whimpered as the villain suddenly pulled away from them, only to swallow the lump that had formed in their throat as the criminal stripped themself of their remaining clothing, revealing themself to the hero lying below them.

"Like what you see~?" - Villain asked, giggling. The alcohol in their system still making them giddy. Hero could only stare at them, impossibly red in the face as they answered, breathless, "Yes."

The villain leaned forward, once more looming over the other, and the hero whined at the sight, pleading, "V-Villain, please can I touch you? Please, I- I want to touch you, please."

"Aww, begging already?" - the villain teased, taking hold of Hero's hips and positioning themself against them. The hero went to beg more, but only a mixture of a moan and a whine left them as Villain slid into them without warning.

The villain's pace was slow and surprisingly steady, considering how drunk they were. Hero held onto the bedsheets like their life depended on it. They wanted to touch the other so, so badly.

Villain leaned down and caught their lips in a light kiss, running their hands up the hero's sides, making them squirm. A gasp left Hero as the villain hit them in the right spot. The other grinned and pushed against it, again and again, thrusting in quickly and roughly, but slowly pulling out and then repeating the cycle until the hero was begging them again.

"F-Fuck! Villain, please!" - Hero yelled across the room, their mind so clouded with lust that they have forgotten all the enemies that surrounded them, all the villains and criminals alike partying just a short distance away. So many people, which wouldn't hesitate to kill them on sight.

Villain merely grinned. They could feel their orgasm coming closer and decided that they have messed around for long enough, "Hero~..."

Said hero focused on them, as best as they could anyway, and exhaled weakly as the villain's words registered in their clouded brain.

"You may touch me~."

Hero wasted no time hooking their limbs around the other. They moaned as their lips crushed together, as Villain began to pound into them without mercy.

The feeling of their skin against each other, the sheer amount of intimacy, and physical contact quickly drove the hero over the edge. And as they yelled out the villain's name, they too felt their blissful finish wash over them.

As the two began to gasp for air, slowly coming down from their high, Villain slid off of Hero, whose eyes were closed as they tried to steady their breathing.

The hero's eyes snapped open, however, at the feeling of power suppressing cuffs locking around their wrists.

"W-Wait, what is-" - they tried but were interrupted as the door suddenly burst open, and Supervillain's henchmen flooded the room, followed by their boss.

"Are you quite done yet?" - the supervillain asked Villain, an impatient look on their face that only made the villain giggle, adding to Supervillain's annoyance.

"Yeaaah, I guess I am." - the villain responded, ignoring the shocked hero beside them as they got up from the bed and approached the supervillain.

"Unless you wanna have some fun too~?" - they asked, leaning against the other criminal, still very much but-ass naked.

Supervillain only pushed them off and growled out, "Ugh, don't touch me. You smell like heroism and righteousness. Disgusting."

"Aww, but then... don't you wanna make me smell like chaos and evilness, again~?" - Villain playfully pushed, stretching their body in a teasing manner.

The supervillain only grumbled under their breath, "Oh, you stupid fucking..." before turning to their henchmen and barking out some orders at them.

The henchmen grabbed Hero and left the room. Supervillain relocked the door behind them and proceeded to drag Villain back towards the bed.

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[urimaginespimp]

How You Get The Girl (This Love Final Part)

Bucky x Reader (elemental witch)

Set on TFATWS last episode

Note: Thank you to everyone that's tuned in, gave feedbacks, and liked/reblogged. I had to so much fun writing these! After this I’ll be working on oneshots completely unrelated to this story of several prompts.

We got a new Cap!

Previous Part: Untouchable

Marvel Masterlist

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“I’m serious, Shuri. I am over him.” you groaned as Shuri won’t wipe off the smug, disbelieving look on her face.

“Sure, Jan.” She replied getting up to continue on what’s she’s working on.

“Hey, I know that reference!”

“I’m just saying... Seven years of pinning over the guy – which five of it was when he was practically dead, by the way – and you’re telling me it took one confrontation for you to get over him.” She shrugged.

Some of the Dora Milaje were also in the lab, and you haven’t been vocal about it, but you didn’t miss the knowing looks they’ve been exchanging every time Bucky was brought in the conversation.

“Well, it would really be nice if you’re being supportive right now.” you sulked in your seat. Yeah, who were you kidding. Maybe you’re not completely, completely over him, but now you’re sorting to the fake it ‘til you make it method and so far, you’re doing well.

“Okay, fine. Want me to set you up with someone? My brother has some contacts around the world and I think with some buttering up he’d consider setting you up to bachelor royalties.” She wiggled her brows at you.

“May I suggest the Prince of Brunei? The internet says he’s looking for a wife.” One of the ladies snickered, making the others hum in approval.

“T’Challa knows him?” this piqued your interest. “He’s pretty hot.”

“Well make up your mind. It’ll take me a few business days of persuading my brother.” She raised her brows at you.

“It wouldn’t hurt to start dating. I’ll think about it first.” you muttered, missing how Shuri winked at the other ladies in the room. Ayo had told her in private about Bucky’s little confession to Zemo, and the princess has a few tricks up her sleeve to speed up the matchmaking process.

“I’m only staying for a few days more. It’s been a few weeks and Val’s been complaining from lack of sleep.” She’s been taking over your nightly escapades, and it’s starting to irritate her to be surrounded with so much booze but not being able to indulge.

Just then, Okoye enters the lab. “Check the news. There’s a live coverage of a hostage in New York. Sam and White Wolf are on it.”

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Bucky was looking over proudly as Sam was talking to the Senator.

Seeing Sam now walking over to him, he straightened up and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I uh was texting and all I heard was um a black guy in stars and stripes.”

They both chuckled, now walking side by side. “Nice job, Cap.”

“Thanks.”

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He’s done it. He told Yori the truth. Though now that might have been the end of their friendship, he knew the old man deserves the closure for his son.

Now back in his apartment, he took the notebook Steve once owned from his pocket, and opened it to the page where his list is. Looking over it, he saw that the only name left uncrossed is yours.

Just then, his phone pinged twice. One message was from Sam, and the other one from Shuri.

Sam’s read:

I wasn’t kidding when I told you

back on the boat that I’d get the

younger ones here to give you a

crash course on romance.

Check your email.

He rolled his eyes and opened the one from Shuri.

Y/N’s explained everything to us.

We saw you save those people,

White Wolf. Wakand is proud of you.

Brother says you’re welcome to

visit anytime. Take care!

p.s.

It’s good to know Y/N and you are

are on good terms. It finally allowed me

to set her up with one of the princes

mother’s been pestering me about. One less

off of mother’s list for me.

“Damn it, Shuri.” he groaned, reading the last part over and over again. He had to move fast. Heading over to his email, he opened the one from Sam.

The subject says:

21st century romance for reformed dummies.

There was an attached 60-second video. Clicking on it, he chuckled when Sam’s voice started booming behind the camera, where it showed two young girls and one boy, all around below 10 years of age.

“Okay, I gathered you here today because a cyborg friend of mine is need of help. I already filled you in the details necessary earlier, and all you have to do now is give him quick tips. Remember, talk slow.”

The boy on the middle spoke up. “Is she an avenger?”

“Not important, but yes. It’s the one with similar powers to an avatar.” Sam answered, followed by the two girls saying they know which one, and the boy to mutter ‘damn it I always had a crush on her...’

“Okay the first step would obviously be to say sorry.” the girl on the right said directly to the camera.

“Oh! Extra points if you do it standing like a ghost outside her door and it’s about to rain.” the other girl from the left perked up.

“I said he’s a cyborg, not a weatherman.” Sam commented, still behind the camera.

“Say you were afraid to tell her what you want.” the first girl spoke again.

“Six months is a long time to be afraid, man.” the boy in the middle spoke up this time.

“Try years.” Sam muttered.

“Then you say you want her for worse or for better!” The cheery girl exclaimed once again.

“You’ve been playing too many fake weddings, but yes, that could work.” Sam told her, making her beam, showing a missing tooth.

“Tell her you could wait forever and ever.” the boy added.

“I mean he’s already old enough to be your great grandpa but go on I guess.” Sam was snickering, causing the camera to slightly shake.

“Remind her of how it used to be. That is if he was good to her.” the more mature girl was pointing out. “Saying you’ll put her heart back together could also work.” she smiled, and the other one fake swooned on where she was standing.

“She’s right!” she exclaimed, while boy nods and says “that’s how it works.” at the same time.

Now turning the camera, Sam was now in frame.

“And that’s how you get the girl, Barnes. Straight from the local’s experts. Don’t fuck it up.”

And three voices scolded him for saying a bad word as the clip ends.

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It didn’t take long for him to take a flight straight to Norway where New Asgard was. This time without the aid of Zemo’s jet, he had to find the means to travel from the airport, while trying to calm his nerves.

As if the universe was on his side, a couple claiming to be heading back to Asgard allowed him to hitch a ride with them.

Now on the backseat, he tried to make small talk.

“So, uh, how are you guys settling in the planet?” he asked.

The lady on the passenger seat turned to face him with a smile. “It wasn’t easy, really. But the princess went out of her way to educate us about life here on Midgard. She’s so good at it, you’d forget she hasn’t even been living here a decade.”

He smiled. They claim you as their princess despite only being adopted by Thor. He recalls how you once rambled about being scared that they’d be indifferent towards you once Thor brings you to Asgard, one of the reasons you’ve been making up excuses to go with him.

“Why, would you look at that. We’re just in time before it starts raining.” The man driving commented.

Peeking through the window, sure enough, the sky was getting darker.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” he muttered. He might just take the little girl’s advice after all.

After getting out of the couple’s car, he ran straight to where he remembers your home was, just in time when Val just got out of your house.

“Hi. I don’t think we’ve formally met. I’m Bucky.” He greeted extending his ahand to her which she took. A skeptical look on her face.

“Call me Val. I’m sorry what are you doing here?”

“I need to speak to Y/N, please.” He answered truthfully.

“Well it’s about night time so she’s getting dolled up.” She answered

“I know, I know, it’s for her date. But that’s why I’m here.”

Val raised a brow, confused about what date he was getting all bummed about when you were only getting ready to go back to looking out for people out and about at night. But then it dawned to her that maybe this was some of your friend’s doing.

“Y-yes... the date.” She decided to play along, holding back a smirk. Just then, rain started slowly pouring, along with thunder. “Well shit, I have to help some folks get their kids back inside their homes now. You’re free to knock on her door.” She excused herself.

His own clothes were starting to get drenched when he finally knocked on your door.

No answer. He knocked again, louder this time. Now footsteps were heard coming to the door, and the knob turned as you opened it.

“Damn it, Val, the door’s not even lo-” You stopped talking, surprised at the figure that greeted you.

“Bucky... are you insane? Don’t just stand there, come in it’s raining hard.” he urged him to get in and closed the door behind you.

Facing each other, he was taking you in. Val wasn’t lying when she said you were getting ready for your date. He can’t believe he was already getting jealous of a faceless punk.

“So uh... what brings you here?” You decided to break the ice, fidgeting where you stood, still barefoot as it looked like you were gonna have to stay at home if it was going to rain this hard all night.

“Don’t go on the date.” he pleaded, confusing you.

“What?”

“Please don’t go on the date.” He repeated, now walking towards you.

There is no date, but now you were wondering why he’s telling you not to.

“Why?”

“I love you.” he answered without missing a beat, now stepping closer to you. Instead of the reaction he was hoping for, you scoffed and took a step back.

“Don’t pull a Laurie on me.” you replied, a frown etched on your face. He was confused.

“A Laurie?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen enough adaptations of Little Women to know that you’re pulling a Laurie on me.” You spat as a matter of fact. “You’re being really mean, stop it.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“What? I- I haven’t even thought of that reference!” he defends himself, cheeks reddening from embarrassment. “Amy was gonna get married, Y/N.”

“Oh then by all means, feel free to come back just after he proposes.”

“W- We’re getting sidetracked here, doll. I came here hoping there still an ounce of you that loves me. Please don’t tell me you’ve completely moved on from me.”

“What, like it’s hard?” you replied. It surprised you when his brows shot up from recognition of that line.

“Now you’re pulling an Elle Woods on me!” he pointed at you in an accusatory manner.

“Don’t point that finger at me, Barnes. How was I even supposed to know you’ve seen that movie?” you rolled your eyes, walking past him.

“I watched all the movies you told me about back in Wakanda.” he spoke up, making you stop in your tracks to face him again.

“Yeah, that’s right. I watched every movie, I listened to every song, read every book you recommended, and visited every internet site you once said I might like. I was always listening even when I made it seem like I wasn’t.”

You stared at him for a second looking for any indication that he was lying. Recovering from the mild shock, you pursed your lips. “I hope you know the Porn site was a joke. Sam did it to Steve once and I just thought it was hilarious.”

His mouth twitched. Walking over to you once more he stopped when he was only a step away, not breaking eye contact.

“I’m really sorry, Doll. I know it’s bold of me to even ask you, but please give me the chance to make it up to you. And I don’t care if it’s me that has to wait for you this time. Take all the time you need, just please don’t go on that date.”

“Bucky, there was never a date. I have no idea what date you were referring this entire time.” you confessed, making him bring his hands to his face and groan, muttering Damn it, Shuri.

Hearing Shuri’s name, you put two and two together. “Is this about Shuri trying to set me up with a prince?” he nodded as answer. “Well, I did tell her I was gonna think about it.”

He removed his hands away from his face. “Please say no.” He whispered. “I’d tell you what the kids told me what to say if I have to.”

“What kids?”

“Sam got a bunch of kids on video to teach me how to win you back. I’ve already stood under the rain outside your door just like what one of the girls suggested.” Judging from the grin on your face, he was now regretting even mentioning them.

“Well go on, then.” you urged. “Let me see how much you’ve learned.”

“The first time I saw you at the airport, I got so distracted looking at you just casually sitting on top if the ramps while we were preparing to fight. That wink you sent me that day is still engraved in my mind by the way. Then I was so taken back when you bluntly told me you’re attracted to me. I-”

“I don’t think the kids taught you to remind me of my attempts to flirt with you.” You cut him off, embarrassed at the memory. He chuckled at your expression.

“Okay, okay.” he took a deep breath.

“I think I started catching feelings for you the moment they woke me up from my cryosleep and you were there to be the first one to welcome me back. I didn’t think you were still gonna be there like you told me. But you were there, beaming at me like a ray of sunshine. All my years under HYDRA, every time I was woken up, I was only ever treated as an asset. But you welcomed me like I was a friend.” his eyes were starting to get glassy with tears, as he tried not to choke up.

“And then every time you were near, or even when I’d get a whiff of your perfume, I’d start feeling all warm inside and my entire body would be at ease, knowing you were an arm's reach from me. You were the last one I saw as I disintegrated from the blip, and you were the first one I sought out the moment we came back.” he was surprised when you reached forward to wipe away a tear he didn’t even realize had run down his cheek.

“I lied when I said I made a mistake kissing you. It was the first thing I wanted to do the moment I saw you again. But something inside me was always telling me that all I could ever be is someone grateful for your kindness. That it was impossible for the universe to even grant me someone like you after everything I’ve done." He let out a breath before continuing.

"But it was also you, Steve, Sam, and heck – even Zemo– that made me realize that I am worthy of a chance. And I’m sorry it had to take you telling me you were moving on, to have the courage to accept and take the chance that has been long offered to me by the world." He took your hand and gave the back of it a small kiss.

"I love you, Y/N.” Now it was him that had to wipe away your tears away. “Please don’t cry, doll. That wasn’t-”

“Just fucking kiss me already, James.” you laughed, in between sniffles.

He grinned down before you. “You’re my angel with a potty mouth, and I love you.” he whispered, leaning down.

“I love you too."

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You and Bucky were out with the Wilsons on their community's afternoon barbeque.

Sarah and you got along with ease, and she was telling you all about their old family business when Bucky hugged you from behind.

"Sorry to interrup, ladies, but I have to show you something Y/N." he said, kissing your cheek.

"Ew, man. I still can't believe your old ass has a girlfriend." Sam commented beside Sarah who was laughing

"You do know I'm older than him, right?" you chuckled.

"I know, but you don't look it." he replied, causing Bucky to flip him off.

Excusing yourself, both of you walked by the docs.

"What's up, old man?" you grinned at him.

"You know what, doll. Most couples would have endearing nicknames for each other."

"I'll call you something sweet once you tell me what that thing you call me when we're alone means."

"What, мое солнце?"

"Yeah, that one! Tell me or else I'll keep calling you ridiculous ones." you threatened, trying not to smile.

"Anyway, мое солнце, I just wanted to show you a text I got from Shuri."

I am yet to have any news that you

manned up and told Y/N you love her,

White Wolf. I was joking before, but now

I really might set her up on a date.

You both chuckled at Shuri's threat.

"I got this." you pulled your phone out of your pocket and dialled her number. You placed it on loud speaker once she picked up.

"Y/N! So nice of you to call."

"Hey, Shuri! Listen..." you feigned seriousness in your voice before releasing a deep breath. "I'm finally over Mr. Smokey eye. I think I'm ready to go on that date now." Bucky was playfully glaring at you for the nickname.

There was dead silence from the other side of the line for a second. "Oh! About that... uh turns out he already has a girlfriend. Planning to propose soon, I heard. Oops!"

"Well that's a bummer. How about the other bachelor royalties your family's friends with? I recently found an article with a list. I can send you one right now. Preferably ones that don't look much like blue-eyed grandpa." you grinned at him as he rolled his eyes. He knows what you were trying to get him to do.

"Uh... turns out my brother isn't that friendly after all." She let out an awkward laugh. "Hasn't Barnes contact you at all?" you could hear the frustration in her voice.

"Oh, that discount prophet, I haven-"

"It means my sun." He finally caved, rolling his eyes.

"What?" you asked him, immidiately forgetting that Shuri was still on.

"WHAT?" she screamed through the phone after a second.

"мое солнце means my sun." he grinned at you.

"Is that Barnes with you?! Hellooo?!!!"

"Talk to you later, princess." you turned off the call when she was about to protest. Facing him again, you stepped closer and put your arms around his shoulders, both of you sharing a grin.

"I love you, мое солнце."

"I love you too, minn stjarna."

"You gonna tell me what that means?"

"You wish."

fin.

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[you-did-well-moon]

Werewolf!Yunho meeting his mate

Type: Werewolf au, angst, fluff

Pairing: Werewolf!Yunho x HumanFemale!reader

Word count:  2,994

A/n: I know this took a long time, trust me, it felt like a long time for me too. With how I view Yunho, I expected this to be happier than it is. I was having a hard time while writing this, and it reflected on the story. Anyways please enjoy and stay safe!

TW: toxic relationship, financial struggle, deadlines, stressed reader, emotional and verbal pain, toxic masculinity, if I missed anything please tell me.

You sat at the foot of your bed, still not made, staring at the mirror resting against your dull colored wall with lifeless blank eyes. Your posture slouched as you finished tying the laces of your running shoes huffing and letting your arms flop to the ground. Looking at the mirror, you tried smiling, but it was meak and disappeared as soon as it appeared. 

You hadn’t smiled a real smile in so long, you forgot what it felt like. To smile. To be happy. The forgotten emotion was one you took for granted when it was easy to to bask in the warmth of it. Now it's just cold. Cold and empty. 

You looked away from the mirror with a tight feeling coiling in the base of your chest not being able to bear looking at the stranger staring back at you any longer. Your gaze fell to the laptop, abandoned, due to frustration on your desk in the forgotten corner of the room. The thought of unfinished drafts and incomplete sentences shook violently in your mind. Disappointment in yourself pooling in your gut remembering your editor’s words. 

“If you can’t give us at least a first draft by the end of the month, we’ll have to unfortunately let you and your novel go.”

How pathetic was it that you couldn’t even come up with a simple sentence. A description, dialogue, a metaphor. Nothing. Anytime you sat yourself in front of the desk, your mind went blank. The cursor blinking at the top of the page mocked you with the possibility of millions of words. Not one ever made its way onto the page.  

The end of the month was in two weeks. 

You felt tears of hopelessness stinging the corner of your eyes, and you abruptly stood up grabbing your wireless earbuds, phone, and bag. Making your way into the kitchen you grabbed the water in the fridge and placed it inside your back, nothing but a numb feeling alienating you from reality and its broken expectations. You heard the front door of your little apartment open and slam close shaking the thin walls of the building. 

Your heart lurched as you winced immediately feeling like you were walking on eggshells. You were usually quick enough to leave before he got home from work, but you had been a tad bit late this one time. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly hoping for it to ground you through whatever vile words came from the one person you should have been able to trust with your ugliest feelings. 

Trying to walk past your boyfriend, eyes trained on the chipped wood of the front door did no good when he kissed his teeth and huffed as soon as he caught sight of you.

“You’re never home when I get home from work, and the one time you are here, you run away not even saying hi to me? Not even a “hey honey how was work today” or maybe a “hi love what would you like for dinner?” and never a “you’ve worked hard would you like a massage?” It's the same shit every day. You treat me like nothing when I'm the reason you even have a roof over your head woman.”

You kept your mouth the whole time he rambled on trying to ignore the clear stench of beer being able to reach you even with all the distance separating you, and the feeling of disgust mixed with desperation pooling at the bottom of your gut at yourself for not speaking up for yourself. Opening your mouth instead of letting your voice be taken from you. A long time ago, you would always say you would rather die than be without your voice. In a sense, you had died a long time ago. 

Around three months after you had started dating. That had been two years ago. 

Your English degree really did you no good. Not having enough time to be an intern in college really screwed you over when no job would take a bright eyed girl with the same passion in her heart for writing as a Karen’s passion for business that wasn’t hers, but with no experience. Even if the apartment was under your name, you’d probably be kicked out in weeks time.

You hated all of it. Everything that made up both the small and big parts of your life, you hated it. You hated his greasy hair and beady eyes, the nasty rough stubble covering the lower part of his face as a result of his laziness. You hated the hesitation in leaving him because of the fear of the stack of bills piling up next to the fridge. You hated the editors who couldn’t find it in some part of their greedy selves to extend your deadline. You hated the empty drafts sitting in your laptop collecting what could only be dead dreams and despair. You hated the cold emptiness that was always present in the confines of your chest. 

You recoiled at the way he said “woman” the same way someone would talk about a bug. Small and insignificant. Patronizing and confident in the worst way. You set your mouth in a tight line not even being able to look at him. Shifting your feet, you crossed your arms and looked up to the sky as if calling out to some unknown being to get you out of this pathetic corner you were trapped in. You cursed under your breath looking at the dying flowers on the coffee table with distaste as they wilted towards you mocking you. 

“What was that?” His voice got rougher with the menacing edge of fanned masculinity and control. Something that could put you in a dangerous place in a very fast amount of time. You looked at him with dull eyes poking your cheek with your tongue as a cold feeling settled in your gut. 

Your hands fell limply to your side and you chuckled humorlessly. 

“Fuck you”.

Those two words were enough to set him off as you slowly blinked and looked at the ground feeling your heart falter when he abruptly got up. You tried to stand your ground, but the surge of confidence was quickly withering away with fear taking its place. 

Ethan was bigger than you. Even if he wasn’t that much taller than you, there was a noticeable difference in his frame and yours. Weirdly enough, you didn’t regret your curse at him. The words still burned brilliantly on the tip of your tongue. 

It was bittersweet of course. His nose flared, and his eyes bulged as he took large strides over to you knocking the coffee table over on his path to you.

“What did you say to me you-” his words were said through gritted teeth, brash and loud in the silent apartment.

 Maybe he was bigger and stronger than you, but you were faster.

You inhaled sharply reacting fast as your hand reached behind you, turning the knob and slipping around it slamming the door close. Your bag bumped against your back while you bolted to the door with the word “stairs” painted in big bold letters across it. You were already at the door when you heard your apartment door open and Ethan angrily called your name. Threatening to break your laptop if you didn’t go back right this instant. 

You couldn’t help but snicker at the weak attempt. It’s not like there were much but empty pages anyways. 

A heavy feeling soon settled on your chest as you went down the stairs. Your apartment was on the 4th floor, and the stairs weren’t the most taken care of, but it’s not like you had much of a choice anyways. It seemed these days you were always wanting to run away from something. 

Your heart felt a little lighter when the warm rays of sun met your skin and the fresh air outside flooded your senses. Your walk to the park went as usual. Cars racing to get where they needed to, people chattered about everything and nothing, and your thoughts wandered to a world far away from this one. 

A world that wasn’t as dark as this one. At the same time your mind became your executioner, it became your safe place. The sick contrast making a nasty feeling flood your chest.

You arrived at the park with a small smile. The normalcy of the day bringing a little comfort to your still racing heart. Kids ran around, laughter ringing in the air around them as their parents watched on benches gossiping among themselves. People raced fast either by foot, bicycle, or skateboard, a visible sheen on their necks. You looked for the kind old man who always looked after your bag while you ran. 

He owned a music store a few blocks away, and he always sat on the bench closest to the pond with his cute corgi and habitually feeding the ducks peas and lettuce leaves when finished  with a certain chapter of his book. You walked up to him with a small smile as he looked up and took the sight of you in with fatherly worry.  

“You look a little pale kid, everything alright?” 

You did your best to liven up and gave your best customer service smile which the older man immediately saw through.

“Of course Mr.Jung. Why wouldn’t it be? I’m just a little tired from the editors. They’re on my back more than usual”, you laughed nervously as he hummed in understanding.

“I hope that boy of yours isn’t giving you any problems. Hey kid, have you ever heard of the term “break up?” he looked so serious you had to compose your shocked face. 

You waved your hands rapidly “I promise Mr.Jung everything is fine there is...I...oh my” you took a shaky breath as he simply shrugged his shoulders and pet his smaller companion who was having a very serious stare down with a duck. 

You wiped your sweaty palms on your yoga pants while you looked around at the tacky named paths trying to decide which one to run today. 

“The Pupper Runner path looks particularly nice today,” he suggested. You looked at the path pursing your lips in thought. The path wasn’t one you ran frequently. Since it was one of the wider and flatter paths, there were more people such as families or people walking their dogs. You also didn’t like having run-ins with the cyclists who were grouchier around this time of day for some odd reason.

After contemplating it, you shrugged and decided why not. Getting run over by a ticking time bomb on wheels wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen today. With a small smile sent in Mr.Jungs way, you checked your shoe laces before starting out with a light jog making your way down the specific path.

There was nothing really different about today’s run than others. Just having to dodge the wheel demons and kids happily running ahead of their worried mothers. You were grateful for the distraction. It kept you from straying too far into your head. It was just you running. Running like you always did these days, your shoes slapping on the concrete path and Got7 blaring in your ears. 

The heat of the sun shone on your skin, but oddly you still felt cold. It was always cold these days. A light breeze fresh to your burning skin as desperate eyes caught yours, and you were once again bought out of your stupor. 

A small boy was kneeled down fingers clutching his untied shoelaces not far from his dad who was trying to calm a crying baby. You didn’t really have a strong adoration for kids, but his panicked pinched face compelled you to come to a slow stop in front of him. Your chest heaved as you bent down to his level sitting on your heels and wrapped your arms around your legs.

“Hey bud, you need some help there?”

The kid made a distraught sound as he nodded his face shaking his hair out of his eyes. He looked dumb founded as he stared at his shoe laces in search of answers they would never give.

“Mama said to make a bunny, but this looks more like my aunt Carol’s dog” he sadly told you.

You snorted reaching out gently to tie his laces with a double knot.

With a grin you looked up at him ruffling his hair and giving him a thumbs up which he happily returned with a toothy smile.

“It’s alright kid, you’ll eventually get it. Just keep trying yeah? Don’t settle or you might catch yourself tripping next time you go on a walk. You’ll get hurt. Wouldn’t want that would we”, you said, lips still stretched kindly upwards, but something in your words struck stingingly deep in your chest. 

As the kid nodded happily with a carefree laugh you were about to get up when you heard the air being split and a strained voice yelling “watch out!!”. 

You looked up, panicked, only to see a frisbee racing right in your direction with alarming speed. With the goal of protecting the small child, you quickly turned your body. Your shoes making a rough sound against the concrete as a startled light cry left the younger boy’s mouth.

With your hands ready, you easily caught the frisbee gasping at the shock of the situation. You quickly shook it off as you gripped the frisbee turning back to the child who profusely thanked you, his small hands shaking as they clutched onto the hem of your shirt. 

You simply smiled reassuringly tapping his shoe and ushering him back to his father who has begun to successfully calm the fussing baby down. 

With shaking knees you tried to get up only to wince and slightly waver at the sharp sting that hit your ankle area. You clenched your jaw feeling more than annoyed at the current situation in hand. 

You stood up grumbling under your breath as a tall figure jogged over to you. While he made his way toward you, your narrowed eyes met his wide, apologetic ones. 

You felt the world shift around you as a calming warmth shot through your body melding with the confusion and panic pooling in your gut, and his eyes widened impossibly as he stumbled managing to stabilize himself right in time in front of you. His figure standing just inches away from you as his hands trembled, and his lips slightly parted.

You got a slight whiff of cologne and mint, but more than anything, the weird feeling in your gut was making a way for the dreadful panic clouding around your heart. 

You felt warm. 

After feelings of feeling nothing but the hollow cold licking at your veins, there was a nice warmth settling in your chest. 

You were scared of it. 

With a heavy chest you slightly inched back left somewhat immobile due to the aching pain in your ankle. “What the hell?”, you immediately set off on questioning him leading him to shake his head frantically at you. 

“I’m so sorry, i really am.” He put his hand on his chest as if trying to prove his sincerity to you, but you breathlessly took a step back stunned by the intense feelings taking over your heart and mind. 

You tried shaking it off, but the warmth lingered. 

You weren’t sure you wanted it to go away. 

“There’s kids here”, you were so distracted by all the emotions circling your mind you couldn’t possibly put any effort into arguing with the young man. His lips parted to make way for his lips as he nodded his head in understanding. “I know, I'll be more careful next time. I promise.”

Somehow, you knew he was being truthful. You went to say something, possibly something dangerous, but you shook your head and waved your hand. 

You tried taking a step but lightly hissed at the sharp pain that shot from your ankle up your leg. The man instantly dove forward steadying you with a heavy hand between your shoulder blades, and the other hovering in worry near your collarbone. 

With wide eyes you looked at him as he realized his un-asked for touch and immediately went to back away. 

He couldn’t.  

Your hand was clutching the cloth of his shirt near his shoulder blades. Hands slowly uncurling, you smiled awkwardly, but he kept his hand where it was. At his touch, the warmth licking the insides of your body became all the more distracting. 

“Um, I don’t think you can go all the way back home like this”, he cleared his throat looking at you shily under his bangs. Flustered, you smiled at the ground before looking back up and timidly asking “I can't. Mind helping me out?”.

At your question he let out a beaming grin nodding eagerly. He went to stand in front of you, and he crouched down looking at you over his shoulder with soft brown eyes. You did a small jump, and were caught by his hands slightly gripping under your thighs. 

He gave a low chuckle that somehow was felt from where your chest was pressed up against his shoulder blades. “So...what’s your name?”. You let a light giggle escape, “Y/n, yours?”. You saw his jaw move with the syllables of your name whispering it to himself. 

“Yunho”, you smiled also sounding out the name on your own mouth. You gave a shuddering exhale, and you laid your head on his shoulder letting yourself really rest for what seemed like the first time in forever. 

That night you walked right past Ethan who was quick to begin yelling at you, and you tucked yourself under the safety of your blankets feeling the warmth still encasing your heart, so comforting and alive.  

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