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heart-of-the-morningstar · 14 days

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✨Dress Up, Part 3: The Honeymoon✨

Who's ready for the honeymoon?? I've been dying to get this one out for y'all. Thank you all again for the incredible support on this fic, I absolutely love you all! Enjoy!!

I tried to make it as clear as possible who is speaking at any given time lol

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: The wedding is over and it's time for the honeymoon! And you have an interesting proposition for your new husband...

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, anal, multiple partners

As promised, Lucifer behaved himself for the rest of the reception. He was always very good at keeping his promises with you. Although, you had piqued his curiosity when you had mentioned the little "proposition" you had for him later in the evening. He was insatiable. And you loved it!

"C'mon love, at least give me a hint!" Lucifer begged while you were in between conversations with the hotel patrons. "Do you think it's fair to keep secrets from your husband?" He latched onto your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a little laugh escaping your lips. "I'll just keep kissing you until you tell me!" Sure enough, he began to pepper small pecks across your face, finally forcing you to push him away gently.

"All good things to those who wait, Lucifer," you teased, taking his one hand and leading him towards the bar. "We just have to say goodbye to a few more people, okay? And you're one to talk! You still haven't told me where we're going for our honeymoon!"

He chuckled, bringing your hand up to his lips. "I'm the Devil, sweetheart; deception is in my job description, or so I've been told." You rolled your eyes playfully and made your way towards your new daughter-in-law.

"Charlie!" you greeted, bringing her into a warm embrace. "Thank you for this. You did an incredible job. This was everything I could have hoped for and more."

"Oh, there's no need to thank me!" Charlie beamed. "Everyone here worked super hard to make sure everything turned out perfect!"

"You're too modest, Charlie dear," Lucifer complimented. "Anything you touch turns out absolutely perfect. And I shouldn't expect anything less from my little girl!"

"Thanks, dad. I-I love you two so much!" Charlie's eyes started to well up with tears as she brought you both in for a hug. "Oh, dad! Did you tell her about the surprise?!"

Lucifer shook his head. "I haven't, but we're just about to head out right about...now!" With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared behind the trio. You went to turn your head, but Lucifer used his hand to turn your face back towards him. "No peaking!" Without warning, you felt your legs give out beneath you as Lucifer scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest and smiling down at you. “Thank you all for a wonderful day,” he called out to everyone. “It’s certainly one we’ll never forget. We’ll be back in a few days' time. PLEASE don’t burn the hotel down while we’re gone!” He turned around to face the portal and leaned down towards you. “Close your eyes for me,” he whispered against your ear. You did as he said and let your eyelids fall.

You felt the subtle jostling of Lucifer’s movement as he carried you through the portal. He only took a few more steps before he stopped completely. Wherever you were, you felt a slight breeze hit your skin. You guessed you must be outside somewhere. But Lucifer’s footsteps sounded like they were hitting tile flooring. Before you could try to rationalize further, you felt your husband’s lips graze your earlobe.

“You can open your eyes now,” he cooed.

Your eyes shot open; Lucifer’s grinning face was the first thing you saw as he finally set you back down on your feet. You were right about being outside. Kind of. You were on a balcony. The footsteps you heard earlier made sense now. But you saw something else that had completely caught your attention. The sky above you wasn't red. It was a deep blue. You turned to Lucifer in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Surprise!" he nearly shouted, gripping your hips and twirling you around before placing you back down. "Welcome to the Lust ring, my darling!"

You blinked at him a few times before looking back over the railing, smiling eagerly. "So, this is what you've been hiding from me?"

"It is," Lucifer said as he pulled you flush to his chest. "Do you remember how I said that you're no longer bound to the rules that govern sinners? This is part of that deal! You're free to travel anywhere as my Queen, and that includes the other six rings of Hell! Not that I would recommend most of them. But Asmodeus-"

"Wait, Asmodeus?" you questioned, "The Sin of Lust?"

"Yes! Although I usually just refer to him as Ozzie. He's one of the only Sins I get along with. But anyway, he's the one who put us up in this lovely room for the next few days. I told him I was getting married and well, he practically insisted on letting us use his Honeymoon Suite at the hotel he owns here. Told me I needed to 'put the room to good use'." Lucifer flashed a smug grin before leaning in to capture your lips. He picked you up once more and carried you over to the too- large heart-shaped bed, setting you down on the soft dark purple bed sheets. "So, my angel has a 'proposition' for me?"

Suddenly your cheeks felt burning hot. To be honest, you haven't given your own proposition much thought before this. But that week without any intimacy nearly drove you up the wall and your mind created scenarios that you had never even considered before. You regret mentioning it in the first place, but it was too late to turn back now. "W-Well, yes, I do...I mean, I did. I umm...it's..."

Lucifer laughed and sat himself down next to you, his hip connecting with yours. "Now what could possibly have you so tongue tied?" Lucifer teased as you looked away from him. "I've never seen you like this before. You don't have to be embarrassed, love! Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it! I don't think there's anything you can suggest that would scare me away." He brought his hand under your chin and turned your head towards his wanting expression. "Please tell me!"

You sighed shakily. "And you won't freak out?"

"Now when have I ever freaked out?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Ok, fair point. I promise you that I won't freak out."

You inhaled a few short breaths before speaking. "Youcanduplicateyourselfright?" you blurted out without thinking, making Lucifer pause.

"Duplicate myself?" he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhh, yeah I can. But what does that have to do with...o-oh...OH! UMM...S-SHIT! WOW I uhh...wasn't expecting that..."

"Hey, you said you wouldn't freak out!"

Lucifer shook his head rapidly. "Freaking out?? Who's freaking out?! Not me! Certainly not me! I'm cool, I'm alright, I'm fine! It's just uhh...I..." He laughed nervously, failing to reign in his sudden panicked reaction. But for some reason, it seemed as though he couldn't stop smiling.

You reached down to cup his hands in yours. "Luci, listen, if that's not something you're wanting to try, that's totally alright! I'd never ask you to do something that would make you uncomfortable! That's why we talk about everything beforehand! Please don't worry about it." You smiled and cupped his face in your hands to press a light kiss on his lips.

"Now sweetheart, I never said "no", now did I?" you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

You turned your head slowly, only to see an identical Lucifer sitting next to you on the opposite side. You gulped and smiled warily. The other Lucifer grabbed your hand and kissed it delicately.

"You...you want this?" you turned to your Lucifer as the other continually kissed up your arm.

Lucifer beamed at you, taking your other hand. "More than you know! If I'm given the chance to provide you with as much pleasure as I possibly can, I will never turn down that opportunity! Besides, I do owe you from the reception, and I intend to pay it back tenfold."

You didn't think your face could get any more beet red. Your lips met with your Lucifer once more, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. The other Lucifer found his way to your neck, now sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You had barely begun, and your adrenaline had skyrocketed. You had to pull yourself away before you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"I...I'd like to clean up first, if that's alright," you chuckled. Your Lucifer grinned, with both of them standing up and offering you their hands.

"Shall we?" they spoke in unison.

Your face flushed as you took each of their hands, pulling yourself up from the bed. They led you to the illustrious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was way too grand for just a couple. Well, at least you three would take up just a little more space. You stripped out of your reception dress quickly, your lovers following suit. The shower itself could have easily fit everyone on in the hotel inside, but the three of you planned to use the space to your advantage. Once the shower was heated to your liking, you stepped in tentatively, letting the hot water relax your body. You didn't realize how stiff you had been. Perhaps the cause were the two men that just stepped in the shower to join you. One stepped around behind you, the other in front. Perfectly sandwiched between two God-like figured. Her heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you felt two hands gently massage your shoulders while two more thumbed circles around your hips.

"It's alright, darling," your Lucifer spoke calmy from behind. "We'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with, yeah? If you need to stop at any point, say the word and we'll be done." You nodded your head, giving them the 'okay' to continue.

"Let's get you all nice and clean now, love," the other Lucifer cooed. He passed the bottle of shampoo to your Lucifer while he lathered his hands with soap. You felt a pair of hands massaging your scalp ever so gently as they thoroughly scrubbed your soft hair, detangling any knots that may have formed. Two more hands roamed your skin, gliding across every inch of it. Starting at your neck, moving across to your shoulders, down to your breasts. Your breath hitched and you giggled, noticing how long his hands lingered in the specific area. His hands finally moved down lower, to your stomach and your hips, only to reach around and give a few light squeezes to your ass. You knew he was going to be touchy, especially considering it's been an entire week since he's been able to feel you like this. And you weren't going to deny him.

You rinsed your hair, watching the other Lucifer lower himself onto his knees to wash your legs, starting at your calves and working his way up to your thighs. After a few seconds, you noticed his hands have not left your thighs; he continued to run his hands along them delicately but desperately, almost begging for something more. You looked down at him only to be met with pleading eyes. It suddenly clicked with you. Wordlessly, you spread your legs apart slightly, allowing him access to the one area of you that you knew he wanted. That he needed. You let out a few shaky breaths before you at last felt his digits glide along your folds. You didn't know how much you missed the feeling of his fingers until he began his ministrations, easily finding your sensitive nub in the process. You mewled as your Lucifer turned your head to capture your sounds on his lips. You felt the other Lucifer's fingers enter you slowly, causing you to moan into your Lucifer's mouth. He swallowed it happily. You felt him languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them.

"Now this is heaven," your Lucifer whispered against your collarbone. "I can finally tell you how wonderful you taste on my tongue." Without warning, the Lucifer beneath you gripped your thighs and plugged his face into your aching pussy, your knees nearly buckling under its own weight. Luckily, Lucifer caught you and held you close to his chest as the hot water continued to loosen every muscle in your body.

"I gotcha," your husband murmured before nipping at your neck, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Both of their tongues worked on your trembling body, your mind couldn't decide which area to focus on. You felt Lucifer's tongue push past your folds, his forked tongue hitting the most sensitive area inside of you. All that managed to leave your throat were whimpers of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

"L-Luci...I-I...," you tried to speak, becoming more and more difficult with each passing second. "B-Bed..."

You felt both Lucifers smile against you, each of them pulling away to stand up straight. The water was turned off and they led you out of the shower. They took some towels, drying you off as best they could before your Luci scooped you up and carried you back over to the bed, laying you down gently.

"What do you desire, my queen?"

You grabbed your Lucifer's hand, directing him to sit behind you. You looked at the other and patted the sheets in between your thighs. "I'm sorry that I interrupted your meal, please continue." Eagerly, the one Lucifer jumped onto the bed and dove between your thighs once more, continuing his tender licks up your dripping slit without giving you a second to brace yourself. You cried out while your Lucifer sat you in his lap.

"Such beautiful sounds, my darling," your Lucifer praised. "I've never been able to hear them so clearly when I've done this before. I've been dying to taste you again; it's been so long." You tried your best to focus on what he was saying, but the pleasure between your legs had taken up every bit of your attention. You missed this more than you were willing to admit; to have your lover devouring you like it was his last meal. You felt his hands snake underneath your arms, beginning to squeeze and knead your breasts. You were seeing stars, your vision blurred as you could feel legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. The other Lucifer had to wrap his arms under your thighs to make sure you couldn't pull away from his devilish tongue that was now circling your clit relentlessly. You were on the verge of breaking. "I can tell you're close, sweetheart. It's okay, let go for me. Let me taste all of you." You felt two fingers enter you at that moment, forcing you to thrust your hips up in unbridled ecstasy. Once his fingers curled inside you, the coil in your stomach snapped.

"A-AAHH...HHNG...LUCIFER!" you cried out as your orgasm overwhelmed you, your walls pulsating around his fingers that had refused to slow down as you came. You rode out your orgasm, feeling Lucifer lap up every last drop of you before you had finally come down from your high. Your breaths were heavy, but your Lucifer captured your lips once more, inhaling every last one. Oddly enough, you could taste a faint hint of yourself on his lips, even though he wasn't the one between your legs.

"Tell me love, how much did you miss my tongue?" the Lucifer below you asked coyly as his thumbs ran soft circles around your inner thighs.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Enough to know that I'll never ask you to wait for me again."

He beamed at you, picking himself up from between your legs and leaning for a tender kiss, the other leaving more hickies along your neck. This was everything you could have imagined and more. But you weren't done yet. You needed more. You had felt Lucifer's hardened cock against your back the entire time you were sitting in his lap. It was time to give him his fill of you. And you were more than willing to let him claim every part of you.

"Luci?"

"Yes?" they answered.

"I want you to take me. All of me. Please..."

"D-Do you mean..." your Lucifer swallowed hard, the other completely red in the face.

"I do," you nodded shyly. "Is...Is that alright?"

With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, a third one appeared and stood next to the three of you at the edge of the bed.

"Anything for you, my angel," the third spoke softly, a nervous smile crept across his face.

Oh, you were so fucked! In both senses of the word. Your hands shot up to your face in a failing attempt to hide your embarrassment. You felt a pair of hands pull them away, now staring back at two pairs of lust-filled eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure, love?" Lucifer's voice echoed behind you. You could almost hear the shakiness in it. "Please don't feel as though you need to do this for me."

You managed to shift yourself so that you were now kneeling in front of your Lucifer, his head resting in the palms of your hands. "Yes, I want this. This isn't for you or for me, this is for both of us. I'm yours, my king." You brought your lips to his, entangling your tongues together in a fiery kiss. When you pulled away, Lucifer seemed to be caught in a trance, completely drunk on you.

"Let's get you ready," he grinned. With a swirl of his hand, a bottle of lube had appeared, tossing it to the Lucifer standing beside you. You noticed the writing on the label before he threw it away.

"Apple flavored?" you questioned.

"Let me ask you, did you taste yourself on me when you kissed me a minute ago?" Lucifer smirked a bit when he asked. Your face flushed a bit, but you nodded. "I thought as much. It was faint, but it was there, right? I didn't think you wanted the taste of normal lube when you uhh...umm, yeah...haha...It's hard to explain, but the short and simple of it is that all of our senses are connected. If one of us is touched, the others will feel the sensation of being touched as well. And I promise that the faintest hint of apples will be the only thing you can taste. A little fun fact about duplication for ya!"

You grinned as you and your Lucifer got up from the bed while the second assumed his position, lying flat on his back, his leaking cock resting on his abdomen. You wanted nothing more than to ride him senseless right now as you made your way back on all fours and hovered yourself over him, but you knew you would get to soon enough. You smiled down at him beneath you, he grinned and winked in response. The other two joined you in bed, with one kneeling behind you, the other in front. Your Lucifer's cock hung just inches from your face, almost begging for any kind of attention. You went to grab it, but his hand stopped yours. "Ah, ah, patience," he scolded lovingly, "I can wait. Let me concentrate on you, yeah?" As if on cue, you felt a cold finger teasing the entrance of your ass. In inhaled sharply, gripping the sheets below you from the sensation. You and Lucifer didn't use it often, but you always enjoyed it whenever you tried it.

"Ready?" you heard him ask behind you.

"Yes."

Slowly, he inserted his lubed finger into you, letting your muscles relax around him. After a few pumps, a second finger was inserted, thrusting in and stretching you out as much as he possibly could. He applied a generous about of lube as he spread his fingers apart inside you, opening you up and making sure you would be able to handle more in just a little bit. The less pain you felt, the better. When he felt as though you were thoroughly prepped, his digits retreated from your ass. He rubbed some more lube down the length of his shaft before positioning himself to enter you. At the same time, you felt the Lucifer below you shift, lining his cock up with your wet cunt. You inhaled deeply a few times, albeit a bit shakily.

"If you need to stop at any time, please don't hesitate to use our safe word," your Lucifer instructed. "Do you remember what it is?"

"Radio." you responded. Neither of you had to use it before, but this seemed like a scenario where it may need to come into play. The word still made you chuckle to yourself regardless.

"That's my girl," he cooed. "Tap my leg and I'll pull out if you need to use it. Slow and steady now..."

You felt your ass stretch first as he entered you lethargically, letting you stretch around his length. You felt the burning sensation for a moment or two, but it soon receded after he remained fully inside for little bit. Your pussy was next, sinking down as far as you could before Lucifer's hips bucked up to meet yours. With two cocks now fully sheathed inside of you, you gave them the 'okay' to start moving. The room was filled with nothing but moans when their hips started rutting into you, feeling absolutely and completely full. You looked up at your Lucifer with desperate eyes.

"Y-Your turn, Luci," you babbled, opening your mouth wide, your tongue falling to the wayside and drool beginning to drip down your chin.

"F-Fuck..." was all he managed to choke out before to tip of his cock was already past your lips. He did his best to match the pace with his other selves, not wanting to go too deep. And he was right; the faintest scent of apples filled your senses as his cock was pushed in and out of your hot throat.

This moment was pure bliss.

Your mouth, your ass, and your cunt all being filled and fucked senseless, somehow in the most tender and loving way imaginable. Lucifer had never been rough with you and he wasn't about to start now. All three cocks were hitting every single pleasure point in your body, it was almost overwhelming. But you didn't dare stop.

You felt a pair of Lucifer's claws dig into your ass as he fucked you from behind, another pair shooting up to grip your hips as he thrusted up into your aching cunt. The last pair of hand you felt playing with your hair as you used your tongue and mouth to drive him mad. But you felt something else not long after. Something had wrapped around your leg. His tail. You weren't sure which it belonged to but you were too fucked out of your mind at this point to care. You felt something else, something that could have made you scream were your mouth not full. Another one of his tails, but this one had gone straight for your clit, its movements increasing with every thrust. Your eyes crossed as your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, giving you no time to prepare. You moaned loudly around Lucifer’s cock as your pussy clenched around his other, your juices leaking out and trailing down your thighs.

“GAA-AHHH, O-OH FFFFUCK,” all of them gasped together. All of them had felt you cum on his cock. He was done for.

“M-My love…”

“Ssshhhhiiittt…I-I’m…”

“I-I can’t…can’t s-stop…”

“FUCK, C-CUMMING…I’M CUMMMING!”

All their movement had stopped as they came at the same time. You felt his hot seed spill out inside of every hole he filled. It took everything you had left in you to not collapse right then and there. Your Lucifer was the first to pull out, finally letting you properly catch your breath. You swallowed his cum without a second thought, licking your lips as you stared up at him innocently. He turned away from you quickly, his face feeling like it had caught fire. You felt two pairs of hands grab your waist, hoisting you up and off of them, and gently laying you down on your back. With a final snap of his fingers, the two Lucifers smiled at you one last time before disappearing, leaving you with just one. Lucifer, now completely spent, plopped down on the bed right next to you. You shuffled closer to him, snuggling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and peppered kisses all along your face. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Are you okay, my queen?” he asked breathlessly. “I didn’t hurt you at all, did I? Was it too much? Were you-MMPH” you cut him off with a searing kiss to his lips. He melted into you, your lips languidly moving against each other. You pulled away, tears welling up in your eyes. Lucifer’s face fell instantly. “Oh, God, I hurt you, didn’t I?! Fuck, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-”

“No, Lucifer!” you laughed, cutting his panic short. “I’m not hurt, you didn’t hurt me! I-I’m just…so happy…” you threw your arms around him and began to squeeze his body as hard as you could manage. “Thank you…”

His arms tightened around you as well, bringing you as close to him as physically possible. “No, my love, I should be thanking you. Not just for this. But for everything else.” He sat you both up, now leaning yourselves against the headboard. He left one arm draped over your shoulder as the other reached for your hand. “You’ve given me everything I could ever want, and more than I ever deserve. You’ve given me patience, understanding, kindness, stability, joy. I could go on forever about what you’ve done for me. But out of all of those, the one thing that you’ve given me that I know I could never go without, is your love. You’re mine, and I’m yours, until the end of time. I love you.”

You couldn’t stop your tears from falling. You smiled at him sweetly, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. “I love you too, Lucifer. But you’re wrong, you know.” The angel cocked an eyebrow at you. “You deserve everything and more. Never doubt that.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You’ll always have me. Always.”

Tears fell from his eyes now, pecking your face with more kisses again. Suddenly, he scooped you up in his arms and hopped off the bed in an instant.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we, my beautiful wife?” he whispered to you as you made your way to the bathroom once more. “Hope you like bubble baths!”

“Of course I do, my darling husband.” He smiled and leaned down to press another kiss to your parted lips.

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sehodreams · 5 months

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Plus size idol has a bad attitude and a chip on her shoulder because she made it in an industry where the odds are against her. She’s the kind of idol who proudly thinks “I got on this stage because of talent, not because of daddy’s money (Anton), plastic surgery (Wonbin), or steroids (Sungchan)”

Dark please.

Hi, sorry for taking so long, I had to change my phone that suddenly DIED and then I wrote one but didn't like it, I hope this one is a bit better, I struggled a bit with my words idk why, but I hope you like it!

BITCH

TW and tags: foursome, dark!idol!Anton, dark!idol!Sungchan and dark!idol!Wonbin x idol!plus size!reader, a bit of cum eating, cum play, no p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), noncon, a touch of choking (like always), munch!Anton, god Idk what else please if you don't like dark content don't read.

WC: 4.9k sorry again

They didn't know how to describe their relationship with you, you were just... Such a bitch.

They tried to be on your good side, knowing how much influence you had on the industry.

You were an excellent artist, a good writer and singer, even a good actor, but God, they hated you so much.

They didn't believe the others when they told them to be careful with you, how could you ever do something wrong to them? You had those cute cheeks and that sweet smile on cameras, you treated your staff good and even directors loved you, so punctual and organized, always doing your best.

But with them, you would critic every little mistake they did.

First you had to share a waiting room out of the blue, theirs had a problem with the plugs and they needed to get their hair done, so they went to yours. You smiled when their manager talked to you, "oh don't worry, it's always a pleasure for me to be helpful!" Their manager got charmed by you instantly, thanking you many times before they could go in.

It was a chaotic day, having to get ready even faster than normal, everyone walking around and moving things, when suddenly they heard a crash.

Everyone looked at it, Wonbin had pushed a flower pot by accident and it got all your fan letters wet. You looked at it surprised, not knowing what to say, and Wonbin's ears got red instantly, embarrassed to the core. He bowed many times, apologizing, and you stopped him with your hand. "Accidents happen" you smiled.

All of them got up their seats and apologized at the same time. Their manager ran to ask for a hairdryer to one stylist that had gone out.

When you and the boys were alone, in silence, you spoke again. "Fucking rookies" you spat. All of them looked at you surprised by your tone. Your whole face had changed, your sweet camera smile nowhere to be found.

"We're really sorry" Shotaro, as the eldest, apologized again.

"Shut up, I don't want to heard any of you anymore, I'm tired of all your obnoxious voices" you were sitting in front of them. All of them standing with their heads down. "Do you think I'm a joke? Why did you think you could all run around as if it was your playground?"

They could feel the heat coming out of you, your voice making them feel small, tiny, as if they were nothing.

Their manager came back and started to dry the letters, you smiled and told him to not mind, they were just paper, they'd get dry on their own. "She's such a good person" the manager said later, hopeful eyes filled with emotion, touched by your kindness. They didn't dare to say what happened, just nodding.

Their second meeting was even worse. Anton's father was in the same show with you and they saw you on TV talking with him. "Please take care of him when you see him" he smiled, the exact same eyes that their maknae had. You replied immediately "oh please don't worry, I've met him already, he's such a sweet and respectful boy, I can see how much effort you've put into making him a great person" it had to be an accident what happened last time, you talked so good about one of their members on tv, caring and soft words were the only things that came out of you, maybe it was just a bad day, they thought.

When they met you in another program they knocked your door, everyone with their best smiles and a bouquet to apologize for what happened last time. One member of your staff opened the door, they could see you inside wearing a pretty pink gown, getting your hair done to the presentation in a couple of hours.

You lifted your eyes from your phone and looked to them. "Can you leave us alone a second?" You asked your staff, all of them left, leaving you alone. Maybe you would apologize to them too, right? "What did I tell you last time? I can see you're all stupid enough to come and bother me again" your glossy lips said smoothly, as if you were singing. They couldn't help but look at you, pink robe showing your legs, your hair up, neck naked, and your honey lips moving, spitting harsh words like a praise. "I guess you have no idea how to respect your seniors, you're lucky I'm a good one, but don't ever come here unannounced again, and this is my last warning, the next time I'll fucking kill you"

They left the flowers and went back to their room. No one said anything, but they all thought the same thing, "bitch".

When the show finished and they were leaving they saw some cleaning ladies pushing trash carts, their flowers showing on top of one, over a bunch of plastic bottles and makeup wipes.

At least they agreed on one thing, to never bother you again. However, what they didn't expect was the collaboration the company arranged with a couple of singers, you being one of them.

You'd be on one of their tracks that you'd write and produce.

Anton, Sungchan and Wonbin were the choosen ones, the others exhaled, feeling grateful to not being paired with you, and feeling sorry for the boys that would work with you.

They talked a lot about it, how would they behave in front of you, not talking unless they were asked to, not contradicting you and not even maintaining eye contact with you for too long, anything to work in peace and finish the job as fast as possible.

They couldn't deny how good of an artist you were, all your songs hits and your fandom making noise every time you arrived to shows.

It was unusual for a girl like you to be an idol, a big girl, your face was quite slim, but your thick legs and full chest always caught attention. Still, you were loved by many and they respected that.

And they liked it too.

"Hi boys, is such a pleasure to work with you, I hope we get a hit!" You laughed and raised your hand, cheering for them. Their manager smiled, wiped for you, while they smiled shyly, afraid of shifting the energy in the room if they weren't careful.

You all went to the recording room, alone there, you sat on the only chair, claiming your position, and they had to sit on the little couch behind you. You showed them your notes and told them your ideas for the song, a love song like usual. They nodded and agreed to everything you said.

If you said the sky was green and the grass blue, they would go along with you.

"I thought you were stupid only in front of me, but it seems you're like that all the time" you said after half an hour being together. They couldn't nod this time. "You're so useless, I don't know why would they make me work with you, some fucking rookies" you walked to grab your bag and pulled a box of cigarettes, everyone focus on your figure walking, appreciating your bubbly ass that showed through your yoga leggings and oversized t-shirt that tried to covered it but rolled over it. Then, when they saw you put the cigarette between your lips and search for a lighter, they looked at each other. It was prohibited to smoke there, but how could they defy you? "I'm sick of everyone disrespecting me, I got here after so much, you have no idea what I've been through to get here" you laughed sourly, "well, of course you don't know about it, I got here because of talent, not because of daddy’s money, plastic surgery, or steroids" the room started to get hot, their faces couldn't hide the irritation anymore, they perfectly knew who were you referring with your words but preferred to stay silent, biting their own tongue "and yet I feel like they continue laughing at me, making me their favorite joke" you slowly exhaled the smoke, not directing your eyes to them, as if you were talking to yourself.

They were exhausted, exhausted of you insulting them, critiquing them for everything, and doing their best to not snap.

"You really have no shame" Wonbin broke the silence after a long minute. "Talking like that, acting like big shit, and I guess that's why everybody laughs at you, trying to act big when you're just a fat bitch" he stood up and walked to you, the other two looked at him alarmed, shocked by the outburst. You, sitting, crossed your legs and exhaled a long line of smoke, maintaining eye contact with the talking boy, with a blank expression.

He smirked, seeing you sitting down there you were only a common girl, without no one on your side, and he felt like he could do anything to you. You felt that, you saw it on his face, you could recognize that expression anywhere, conceited, power hungry, resented. Then, he suddenly felt his hand burning, quickly moving it away. The other two jumped and walked to him, checking the mark your cigarette had left on his pale hand.

"What is wrong with you?!" Anton asked, shocked with your impulse. "You hurt him!"

Sungchan grabbed a cold water bottle from the mini fridge and pressed it against the burn spot. When he moved it away Wonbin checked his hand better, there was a small red spot getting darker because of the ash. He inspected it for a long time, too astonished, then after not much thinking he walked to the door and pressed the secure. The other two followed him with their eyes, holding their breath, waiting for what was gonna happen next.

You didn't waver, set on not appearing weak in front of those three rookies.

"I think you forgot something" he talked, hand on the door handle "You, at the end of the day, are just one girl, and we'll always be stronger than you" he turned his face to you, ears red again, but not from embarrassment this time, from rage.

You, in that exact moment, knew you'd get hurt too.

You gave him a sided smile, "do whatever you want, I'll fucking end your careers after I get out of here"

You saw the younger one put himself between Wonbin and you, as a wall, protecting you. "Hyung, let's talk about this, don't do anything careless" he tried to stop him, the other gave you a glance and then moved his attention to the taller one. "We can get on serious problems"

"We're already on serious problems, it doesn't matter what we do now, she's gonna talk around, we can say goodbye to any deal now" Sungchan, who remained on one side, finally talked.

"You too? What the hell are you thinking?" Anton didn't know what to do, he was displeased too, but going so far hadn't crossed his mind.

"I think this bitch needs a lesson, if we don't give it to her now, she's gonna continue acting like this with others" he grabbed Anton's shoulders and made him turn to you, you were still on your place, frowning, not having were to go, expecting the younger one to help you escape, but when Wonbin whispered to his ear, you knew it was over "look at her, she's not regretful at all, and if we don't do it now, someone else is gonna do it later"

Anton agreed with that, someone was gonna teach you a lesson at some point, and it better be them, right?

When Anton's eyes wandered around your body, hips and thighs bigger on that chair, chest so full it was slightly spilling over your bra, he decided this was a job they had to do.

The job he wanted to do.

Sungchan saw the conviction on Anton's eyes, and when his lips slightly parted, the two older boys smiled. "You can have the first taste" Wonbin pushed him closer to you.

A chill ran down your legs, "move, now" you stood up and ordered the younger one. The three of them were in front of you, all of them taller, you had to lift your head to look at them in the eyes, you had never felt so small in your life. When they saw you there, cornered, eyes up and hands shaking, with the same fucking bossy expression, as if you had any power there, they snickered.

Wonbin nodded to Sungchan, who instantly understood what the other wanted. The two of them caught your arms and made you sit on your chair again. Anton was in front of you, still doubting, not knowing what to do.

"Stop right now! Let me go!" You demanded and squirmed, trying to get yourself free.

"Don't move so much, it's gonna happen you want it or not, no one is gonna help you, there are no cameras here to not leak content, and the whole room is soundproof" you felt yourself get weaker with Wonbin's words, your lips started to quiver and your eyes tried to soften the youngest so he could help you. You looked at him with your most helpless eyes, pleading for help. He sighed, and you saw his face change, desire starting to show on it.

"Come on, you need to pacify her now, if you don't she'll be all feisty later" Sungchan laughed. Wonbin knew he'd need a little help, so he lifted your t-shirt and pulled down your bra, your full tits bounced with the rough movement and the maknae's eyes couldn't leave you, tongue wetting his lips. You were about to scream when Wonbin made you bite your shirt to maintain it up, and then he covered your mouth so you wouldn't spit it. Sungchan decided to move to the back of the chair, grabbing both your arms with one hand.

Your full chest was there, in front of their eyes. Your tits were perfect for all of them, so big and full, your nipples were bigger than what they had ever seen, but they still liked them, all round and calling for them to get a taste.

Sadly, the two older ones needed the youngest to be on board, so he'd have the privilege of the first taste.

Anton kneeled in front of you, his big hands went first to your waist, to see how much he could hold, and then they started to roam up, holding the weight of your tits with his hands before he gave you a look. You didn't move, your eyes were getting a bit wet, but you tried to keep an stoic aspect, strong as always. He didn't waste any more time and gave them a good lick, moaning to himself. They felt so good on his tongue his eyebrows frown. They were soft, easy to handle, and he had to enjoy it as much as he could.

He kept licking them, his tongue playing with one of your nipples while one of his hands molded the other, pinching your little bud every now and then. He played with both of them like that for a good time, making you feel more and more wet with time, you still felt bad, kind of sick of the way he seemed to enjoy it so much, making eye contact until you couldn't and decided to lift your gaze.

Big error, you saw the expression on the visual boy, smiling, proud of his member working you so well, and felt worse.

You shook your head and tried to kick him to get away, but the young boy was so strong he pushed his weight into your thighs so you didn't interrupt his activity.

"Come on, do something else, we don't have all day" Sungchan talked behind you. Anton found the strength he needed to pull apart from your tits and touched your thighs, watching you with a drunk expression. Your nipples were hard, glistening with his saliva, begging to receive more attention, but he couldn't monopolize you.

"Pull down her pants" Anton, after Wonbin ordered him, started to pull down your pants and your panties, slowly, trying to see as much of you as he could to remember it later. Your soft and thick thighs showed a couple of marks because of their size, but he followed the way they pushed against the velvet seat and thought how good they would feel around his face.

And your pussy, god, so plump and wet, he made you open your legs, lifting one over the chair arm, and saw your sweet pussy shine, like honey pouring down, he thought, wanting to taste you.

"Can I..." Anton mumbled.

"Do it" Wonbin encouraged him. Anton didn't need more, he opened your lips with his fingers and saw how precious you looked down there, then he pressed his flat tongue onto your clit, eyes closed and almost rolling of how good you tasted.

He slurped, the wet sounds echoing in the room made everything more dirty and the two other boys felt their tips tingle, dying for their turn.

"Shit, she's dripping" Sungchan said, the sound of your pussy was so dirty his head started to get numb, and when you let your head fell because of the stimulation, looking up and catching each others eyes, he couldn't resist it and with his free hand squeezed your tit. He wanted to kiss you, push his tongue into your mouth, but you were still biting your shirt. You squirmed, overstimulated with his little touches over your sensitive nipples and the other boy eating the life out of you.

"Are you gonna be a good girl now?" Wonbin asked on your side, you moved your eyes to him and nodded, not being able to talk because of the shirt he made you bit. "Good" he let your mouth free and stripped your t-shirt off.

You felt the cold air touch your naked body and slightly shivered.

You screamed, a clear and loud "Fuck you". Wonbin slapped you, shaking your whole body. You stayed there, mute, feeling your cheek sting, and decided to just stay silent from that moment on. You couldn't afford to get hurt, you had job to do later, and tomorrow, and the next day. The boy slurping your juices hadn't even noticed the other hurt you, too concentrated on his dessert.

"Can I kiss her now?" Sungchan asked, polite and eager, after seeing you cry in silence, but calm. Wonbin nodded and Sungchan grabbed your chin to make your head fall again and kiss you, softly at first, then deeper. Your tongue felt like velvet against his, soft and wet, smooth, like the seat you were dripping on. He couldn't contain himself anymore, he stopped kissing you and pulled down his zipper and his underwear, just enough for his dick to bounce in front of your face, moving his hand up and down his member. Your lipgloss was smudged around your mouth and you looked up to him with dull eyes, death, and distracted with the boy between your legs, trying to contain the sounds that wanted to escape, you couldn't let them know how much stimulated you were.

You were so close, your hole started to beg for something to fill it, but of course you'd never say it. You're eyes were unfocused and, after a couple of minutes containing them, pretty moans started to leave your lips. "Wait, wait, please" you begged, with your singing voice, it sounded like an echo, music to their ears.

You didn't want to cum, you couldn't get more humiliated, not more.

"Move" Wonbin pushed Anton's head away of you. You sighed, glad the boy helped you resist. You were wrong, he pushed Anton to occupy that spot, eating you even harder, with his thumb poking your entrance.

"That's not fair, I wanted her to cum on my mouth" Anton protested and tried to push the older boy "I deserve her orgasm"

"Shut up, you were about to cum faster than her" Sungchan laughed, still jerking off in front of your face. The image of your dumb face and open lips making those sounds was enough to drive him crazy.

"Hyung please let me, I'll let you put your dick first, I swear" Anton pleaded. Wonbin didn't want to, but he had a soft spot for the youngest, so he moved away and let him finish you. Your hands were free now, hanging yourself on your seat, trying to calm yourself, but when the boy pushed his face onto your entrance you had to grab something else, so you grabbed his hair, hard, wanting to hurt him as much as they hurt you.

It had the opposite effect. Your pussy dripping, with your hands pulling his hair, made him insane. He rubbed his dick against your free leg, and when your hands painfully pulled his hair with force and your pussy spammed around Wonbin's fingers, he came. While he was cumming he didn't stop slurping, drinking your orgasm like a thirsty man.

Sungchan moved his dick to your lips, touching it with the tip. You were still drunk on the feeling, trying to recollect yourself, when Sungchan decided it was a good idea to cum on your face. His cum fell onto your lips, and he moved it around your mouth, smearing it over the rest of your lipgloss.

"You have two options, what do you want to do, do you want me to fuck your pussy or to fuck your mouth?" Wonbin said putting his hand around your neck, making you look at him in the eyes. Sungchan had decided to sit on the couch to recover, and Anton on the floor, next to you and caressing your thigh, also trying to catch his breath, but focusing more in his fingers drawing on your skin.

You didn't want to choose, the cum on your mouth tasted like shit and your legs hurt, you only wanted it to end and go home, but you could see in the eyes of the boys that they wanted a lot more of you.

Tears started to flow out of your eyes, one by one, falling down your eyes, which made Wonbin smile more, giving you a peck on the lips Sungchan had dirtied with his orgasm.

"I want to go, please, I'm tired" you cried. Anton's hand got tighter on your leg and Wonbin's hand too, around your throat. You wanted to cough, not being able to breath.

"She's been good, I think she deserves a kiss and to go home" Anton said with a sweet tone, low.

"Well, I think she deserves one more orgasm" Sungchan smiled at you, proud of his work.

"You both say that because you got to cum, but what about me?" Wonbin was defensive, his hand kept squeezen your throat and your eyes burned.

"Then you can use her mouth, but not her hole, if one fuckes her, everyone fucks her, deal?" Sungchan said with authority. Wonbin scoffed at the sudden lider.

"You've heard him, you have no option now" Wonbin was quickly to pull down his underwear, the time was running out and they had an schedule after their session with you. What would happen next? They didn't care. They knew, when they saw the fear in your eyes, that you'd never talk about this. Three rookies fucking you? Who would believe you? Were you trying to brag around that you fucked those gorgeous men?

His grip around your neck got loose. You coughed and he let you catch your breath. He knew you'd need that air when he was fucking your mouth, because he was going to fuck it properly, like a bitch like you deserved.

He made you kneel in front of him, grabbing your arm and pushing you to the floor. It hurt your knees, you made a painful noise and Anton side-eyed him, not liking how he treated you. "Don't do that again, those are not the kind of marks we should leave on her" Anton, on your side, held your hair with care and moved it out of your face so you could be more comfortable.

"Why do you care so much how we treat her?" Sungchan bluffed.

"She's mine too, and I like to take care of my things" he cleaned your tears with his thumbs, caressing your chin and giving you a look full of love. He smiled at you, not showing his teeth, but sweet enough to make you warm.

And you hated that.

"Anton-ah, help me, please" you sobbed. He nodded.

"Of course honey, one more orgasm, right?" He answered, making you cry harder.

"Now say ahh" Wonbin grabbed your hair and made you sit back in your knees. You had to hold yourself with one hand behind you, your tummy and thick thighs completely showing. You were almost completely naked, only your usual expensive jewelry on your neck and wrist.

Those golden jewels look so good on you, all naked and glowing. Your face was sweaty and had cum around your mouth, filthy, contrasting with your gold necklace with a little heart around your throat.

Wonbin licked his lips and pushed the tip of his cock in front of you. You had no option than to leave a little kiss on it, closing your eyes to not look at him.

He had a pretty cock, pink with a red tip, as if even it was angry and trying to break you. You licked it as much as you could, covering the left part of it with your pretty hand with the bracelet tingling.

Anton held your hair to help you, and when he moved his eyes down your chest to your thighs he couldn't help but pay attention to your pretty tummy, a little pouch over your chubby and pretty pussy. His free hand started to touch your clit, gently at first, but then, second by second, he started to want more, and at some point, when Wonbin pushed your mouth over his whole dick, tired of your lame work, he pushed two fingers inside you, distracting you. "You're doing such a good job" he praised you.

Sungchan got enough, he situated behind you again, pushing his cock to your lower back and kissing your cheek and pinching both nipples between his fingers. "Cum one more time, just one more" he begged.

It was too much, you wanted to cream but your mouth was busy with Wonbin's cock. Your eyes cried and cried, and muffled sounds stayed on your mouth.

After minutes that seemed to never end, when Wonbin was about to cum, he pushed your head out of his cock, jerking in front of you. You couldn't think, shaking with Anton's fingers inside you and the tension forming in your stomach.

"Stop!" You tried to remove his fingers out of you, feeling something close. A strong orgasm, the strongest you've ever had on your life.

Sungchan, still rubbing his dick with your back, left your tits alone and grabbed your waist, making you fuck yourself against Anton's fingers.

You yelled after a minute, coming hard as never. A liquid poured over Anton's hand and leaked to the floor wood, making a little pod. At the same time Sungchan came over your back, and Wonbin over your beautiful chest, with white drops falling all around, one drop over your heart necklace.

You shook and fell onto Sungchan's arms. He held you, giving you a soft kiss on your temple. "Good girl" he appreciated.

You closed your eyes, about to pass out, trying to breath normally again, but opened them again after you felt a sting on your chest, almost near your collarbone, hissing of pain. "This is a gift, so you never forget what happens if you don't behave" Wonbin kissed your cheek. He had burned you with a different cigarette, one he had just smoked.

Anton pushed his hand away. "I told you to not hurt her" he was mad with Wonbin's action, hugging your side and giving you a kiss on your other cheek to comfort you.

You cried and hugged the youngest, big and warm, comforting you like a little girl.

Anton and Sungchan helped you to get dressed. Your thighs were a mess and they were looking for something to help you get clean when they heard knocking over the door.

The three of them looked at each other alarmed, it was impossible to hide you or the mess they had done.

Wonbin decided to give face and make the people on the other side of the door leave. He opened it, trusting the other two to cover you.

Eunseok was there, looking a bit tired. "We have to go, manager says that..." He looked inside the room. It was impossible to not understand what happened, the smell of sex and orgasms was too strong, and the boys were glowing, clearly satisfied.

You stood up and ran to the door, not leaving time enough for the bigger boys to hide you. "Get me out of here, now!" You demanded. You weren't wearing pants and he could see how fucked you were, hair dirty and smelly, face smeared of gloss and what he recognized as semen.

"What the- what have you done?!" He was terrified, holding your hands inside his. You threw yourself into his arms, shaking, "Really guys? Without me?"

All the boys in the room smiled with the cry that came out of you.

Such a bitch, they thought.

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Day 9: Sensory deprivation with Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin.

Wordcount — 2,874 words

Includes — Sensory deprivation (use of blindfold), (implied) foursome, established relationship, themes of possessiveness, fingering (+ anal), finger sucking, praises.

Author's note — I know how inconsistent I've been with this... Please don't hate me, but I've been much more busy than I expected. I'm sorry for leaving you without kinktober updates for a while, but I will try my best to balance both things (uni and being a smut writer haha!). I'm sorry for not uploading each day, as it should be, but I will definitely upload all 31 drabbles in the end. So here it is, day 9. I actually stole my own idea (because I wrote something like this before, but with two stray kids members and a txt one) but this one is better because I've improved so much ever since haha and that thing I uploaded was like a 300 words drabble. This one is... quite something else. I hope you all enjoy this, and please remember than english it's not my first language! (I know I said I wouldn't be updating kinktober during the weekends but well, this week was hell at uni and I should upload this now!)

What did you expect? In all honesty.

You have always known how possessive your boyfriend is, and how easily he can get jealous at times —one stare, one touch, one smile and Hyunjin is already cocking an eyebrow with his intimidating gaze all over you.

Hyunjin is possessive, but he knows it's his problem —he doesn't doubt your love for a second, nor does he thrive on putting you in an ugly place by arguing with you about silly little details he can't help but notice. He might be possessive, but the relationship Hyunjin has with you is far from being unhealthy —if there is something that upsets him, or you, you always talk it out and try to solve it as fast as you possibly can.

Tonight, though, Hyunjin has other plans in mind to resolve that situation you naively put yourself into.

“You should recognize my touch by now,” he tells you, a pair of long, slim hands caressing your naked legs. “Don't let me down”.

“Hyune,” the whole scenario is arousing you more than it should. You are blindfolded and half-naked in his bed, three pairs of hands all over you while you hear them talking among them as if you aren't there. “Come on”.

“Don't you want this?” he asks you, the sound of his voice coming from a different place than the last time he spoke. “Thought you liked Jeongin and Seungmin”.

“Y-yes, I mean,” you try to find a way to put your thoughts into words, but it is useless —you can feel your laced underwear sticking to your folds, and everytime a hand reaches your inner thigh you squirm in your place. “But do you?”

“Do I want this?” he queries with a soft scoff, his voice getting lost in the warm sensation of their skin against yours. “If I didn't, I wouldn't have lured them into this, pretty”.

Him, being as possessive as he is, gets nothing from the whole thing —there has to be something in it for Hyunjin to do something as crazy as sharing you with his friends.

“What's in it for you?” you ask, breathing heavily when a pair of hands explore something that hasn't been touched throughout the night —your tits.

“Consider this a test,” he answers you, his voice sounding far away from you but your body still recognizing six hands groping and caressing it. “That's why you have a blindfold on, so you don't cheat”.

“I don't get this,” you murmur, bucking your hips when a cold hand sneaks between your thighs, naively brushing against your wet crotch. “You are making it very hard for me to follow you”.

“You are smart,” your boyfriend sighs. At the same time, one hand opens your legs with such boldness that could only be Hyunjin's. You can't be sure, though. “I know you can figure this out on your own”.

A few days ago, and after a small situation during a night out, Hyunjin brought something to the table you couldn't believe he was even suggesting it —a foursome.

“Are you sure about this?” you had asked him, with a look of disbelief that made him giggle. “What about them? Do they want to?”

“I talked to Seungmin and Jeongin already, they are more than happy to participate,” he explained to you, much more relaxed than how tense you were during that conversation, “as for me… I guess I've always wanted to try it out. I trust them and us, so it is worth a shot”.

Hyunjin wasn't lying when he told you he had always wanted to have a threesome or a foursome —that much was true. But that wasn't the main reason why he proposed the whole thing.

“I can assure you I can't,” you exhale, trying to decipher who, out of the three men in bed with you, is touching you where. “So what is this blindfold for? Don't want me looking at other men when they fuck me?”

The sarcastic comment makes them laugh, and Hyunjin shakes his head with amusement. “It enhances your senses,” Seungmin tells you, making you instinctively turn to where his voice is coming from. “You get to feel and hear more”.

“This was your idea?” To be honest, you can expect anything from him —he might be quiet and shy at times, but you have always seen right through him.

“No,” Seungmin replies.

“Jeongin?” you ask again, turning the other side as if someone had reassured you that he is there. “Was it yours?”

“You are asking too many questions,” he tells you, the sound of his voice coming from a completely different place than you had expected. “And Hyunjin said this is supposed to be a test for you, not us”.

“You guys are making me lose my mind,” you laugh nervously, feeling the weight on the bed shifting as they exchange places with one another. “I won't ask any more questions about the blindfold but please just stop teasing me”.

“Teasing you?” Hyunjin queries. “Are you not enjoying this?”

“I am, it's just-” there isn't really a way to say that you are dying to get fucked by your boyfriend and his friends —of course, that's exactly what you want, but the thought of saying those words out loud embarrasses you. “I want more”.

“Is having our hands touching your body not enough?” Some slim, cold fingers push your damp underwear to the side and you gasp quietly when the air hits your naked core. “Last time I checked, you liked their hands a lot. Thought you would like them even more if they were on you”.

“Huh?” Hyunjin's comment is even more confusing than everything else that has happened up until this point, but you still try to give it some sense. “What does that has to d-”.

��Remember the day I caught you staring?”

It is an embarrassing memory, if you are being honest. But yes, you still remember it.

You were having dinner with him and his friends at Jeongin's place one night after work. In the midst of it, Hyunjin could pick on how you kept staring at Seungmin’s and Jeongin's hands intriguingly, trying to dissemble but failing almost immediately. On the way back home, Hyunjin teased you about it for a while, mocked you for being “too obvious” and told you that they probably noticed you drooling all over their hands as well, but that was pretty much it.

Or so you thought.

“Yes,” you sigh in embarrassment. “If you want to expose me in front of your friends, go ahead”.

Your boyfriend scoffs softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Expose you?” he queries, “pretty, I’m giving you what you were craving” .

“And that is?”

Right after your question, a pair of fingers caress your lips before entering your mouth. You suck on them eagerly, tasting every inch of skin you possibly can.

“Whose fingers are those?” Hyunjin asks, too close for you to think he is the owner of said fingers, yet too mischievous to actually be him.

Remember, this is a test.

“Suck them all the way in,” he whispers, amused by how your tongue wraps around them. “Taste them, and give me your answer”.

One thing you are sure of, they don’t taste like Hyunjin.

It’s between Seungmin and Jeongin, yet the possibility of it being Hyunjin and you failing would only disappoint him.

And that’s the last thing you want.

“You really can’t see it, but these guys are desperate to fuck you,” your boyfriend tsks his tongue, trying to get you to answer. “They are hard, and they surely don’t want to spend all night trying to prove how well you know me”.

“Jeongin,” you murmur with your mouth full. “I- don’t know”.

“Sure?” Jeongin’s voice is coming from the opposite side from where you were expecting it, and that only confuses you more.

You mean to change your answer, but you suddenly feel the tip of someone’s digits spreading your folds open, making you buck your hips almost aggressively at the unexpected action.

“Fuck,” you babble with the fingers deep inside your throat, eyes watering underneath the blindfolds.

“Easy,” Hyunjin scoffs, his cock twitching when he sees how receptive you are to his friends’ touch. “Don’t be too eager”.

“What do you want?” you murmur, chin glistening with your own drool.

“I want to prove to you that no one’s touch can feel like mine does,” your boyfriend whispers, the tip of another finger trailing along your collarbone and shoulder, making you shiver. “You spent minutes staring at their hands, but mines have given you more pleasure than you can ever remember”.

“That’s not up for discussion,” you exhale, swallowing hard when every single puzzle piece of Hyunjin’s wicked plan starts connecting to each other. “None compare to yours”.

“Oh, I know that,” he places a wet peck on your shoulder, his plump lips all too familiar with you. “But I want you to prove that to me”.

As you talk to Hyunjin, his two friends continue touching you; one teasing your cunt while the other one plays with your erected nipples, making you whimper in between words.

“How?”

“Get on all fours,” he orders you, guiding his hand to your scalp and pulling your hair softly, making you gasp quietly. “And don’t let me down”.

With their help, you do as you are being told —knees and forearms against the bed, bent, arse up and head down, heart beating fast while you await for the next command.

“So fucking wet,” one of them hisses, the other ones agreeing with him. The bed’s weight shifts every time they move around you, trying to encounter the perfect position for whatever they are going to do next.

“You look so pretty in this position,” Hyunjin praises you, his breath caressing your left cheek. “Want to be the first one to fuck you tonight, but I won’t be greedy”.

Again, a pair of fingers caresses your lips, and you welcome them again by opening your mouth and taking them all the way in.

“This is going to be simple,” your boyfriend announces, feeling a big hand caressing one of your ass-cheeks. “You are going to have someone’s fingers fucking your mouth,” when he says that, the fingers inside prod even deeper inside your wet hole, making you gag all over them, “someone elses’ fucking your cunt,” another pair spreads your wet folds, all sticky and slippery with your arousal, “and someone elses’ fucking your ass”.

Your cunt clenches at his words —knowing you are going to be filled by all three of them so early in the night makes you wetter than you ever thought.

“You just have to know which ones are mine,” you can’t see him, but he has the most devilish, playful grin. “Easy, right?”

You gulp nervously when the fingers leave your mouth, expecting the sudden stretch on all three of your holes soon. You wait patiently for it, swaying your hips from side to side while they prepare everything.

“Think you can get it right on the first try?” Seungmin asks you, voice so calming and soothing that it makes you forget the position you are in. “You know how dramatic Hyunjin gets”.

“Can you give me a clue?” you pout, feeling his lips close to yours.

“You know I always like to play fair,” he tells you, brushing his lips against yours. “But the faster we get this over with, the faster we can have fun”.

He leaves a wet peck on your lips and joins Hyunjin and Jeongin at the edge of the bed, all three of them getting ready to follow your boyfriend's orders.

The bed’s weight shifts, again, and you feel all three of them close to where the upper part of your body is.

“Ready?”

When Jeongin speaks, you realize that all three of them are close enough for you to not be able to distinguish where their voices are coming from —the closer they are to you, the harder it gets to differentiate if they are the ones fucking your mouth, cunt or ass.

“Yes,” you whisper, raising your head to meet the first man.

Although you said earlier it is not up for discussion, being blindfolded makes everything complicated —you really can’t tell if it’s Hyunjin, the one who has his fingers in your mouth, or not.

Then again, things get much more complicated when the rest follows; two fingers inside your throbbing pussy, and another one inside your ass.

“Shit,” you whimper, the sound coming out strangled by the fingers muffling it.

“Too much?” Seungmin asks you, all three laughing in unison.

“Think you can handle all of us at the same time?” your boyfriend asks you, “you can barely take our fingers”.

Your cunt throbs at the idea, and the two men touching you can feel it.

“I think she is dying for it,” Jeongin says, and not being able to differentiate whose fingers are inside each of your holes is driving you insane. “Didn’t even hesitate when you proposed this to her”.

After some time, all three of them start moving their fingers inside you, making you feel pleasured and full with each thrust.

“G-god,” you babble, drooling all over his fingers while you feel a certain tension starting to build up in your lower abdomen.

“So, baby,” Hyunjin tells you, his words coming out strangled while the bulge inside his pants gets harder with time. Seems like the situation is affecting him much more than he thought. “Got your answer already?”

You shake your head. “Don’t want to- fail”.

“I know you won’t,” he breathes, “You are my good girl. You can never disappoint me”.

You moan at his words, the praises doing wonders for both your ego and your pleasure.

“We really can’t wait to fuck you,” he continues with trembling breath. “So tell me, where am I touching you?”

It’s difficult when it is happening all at once, but you have grown used to his touch to the point of knowing that the person fucking your mouth it’s not him.

It doesn’t taste like him, nor does he move his fingers inside you like he does —the man fucking your mouth it’s doing it slower and less deeper than Hyunjin likes it.

Your mind is getting clouded with pleasure and nervousness, body reacting to their touch yet the rational part of you is trying to come up with the correct answer —you want nothing but to make Hyunjin proud tonight, to let him know that even while having his friends fucking you, he is the one you want and love.

“F-fuck, Hyune,” you are close to coming, and not close to get to the answer. You are getting needy, and desperate, and want to say the first thing that comes to mind but you know that’s not what your boyfriend wants.

So you try to hold on and feel them, try to recognize the man who has made you come so many times you’ve lost count.

“Tell me,” Hyunjin repeats, voice much deeper than before. “Where am I touching you?”

You clench around their fingers again, sucking eagerly the ones in your mouth while you do everything you can to remain sane. But the tension is starting to unravel now, and you have to give him an answer now.

“Ass!” you yell around the fingers, bucking your hips against their touch. “Ass, you’re fucking my ass!”.

When you say so, Hyunjin laughs with satisfaction —you’ve guessed it right.

“See?” he asks you, thrusting his finger even deeper in you while the fingers working on your pussy do exactly the same, curling inside you while brushing against your g-spot. “It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

You shake your head frantically, crying and whining while all three of them use your holes.

“Come for us,” Hyunjin groans, “Show us how much you are enjoying all of this”.

Even with the blindfold on, you shut your eyes tightly and allow your orgasm to wash all over you —your body trembling and toes curling while Hyunjin and his friend continue fucking you through it, making you moan and whimper each time louder.

“There you go,” Jeongin murmurs, “she is so fucking pretty”.

“Oh, she is,” Seungmin follows him, all three of them talking as if they are not making you come right then and there.

“So cute how she moans,” one of them says, and the other one agrees.

You just plop down into the bed, feeling tingles all over your body while you still try to overcome your high, remembering Seungmin’s initial words: the blindfold enhances your senses.

When your fingers reach out for the satin fabric covering your eyes, you feel your boyfriend’s hands wrapping around your wrist.

“We are not done just yet,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on your hand. “We all want to fuck your mouth while you are blindfolded until you can recognize each of us by how we taste”.

As frustrating as it is, not being able to see them while you are pleasuring them, you really can’t say no to such a request.

You are sure it is going to be fun.

#kpop smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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my-shields-are-down · 1 year

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Peace

Diana was freaking out..

The “fearless foursome” were about to surprise their parents with a major surprise and it was all her idea and she was terrified it was going to backfire spectacularly. What if they weren’t happy? What if she really let them down?

She glanced at her husband and brother and both were smiling and laughing with Patrizia who adjusted the bow on her present again and fiddled with the dahlia’s in her hair.

Diana starts to have a panic attack. Tears form at the back of her throat and she cannot catch her breath. “Goddammit. I’m the SVP of cultural affairs for a multi-billion dollar Macau based gaming company” she thought to herself. “I’m married to my best friend, and my best friend is married to my brother and they are all happy and ready to go and I’m afraid they won’t like it. I’m afraid I’ve let them down again.”

Diana can feel tears streaming down her face. She can’t catch a breath. She starts pulling her thick blonde hair out from its intricate updo, tossing the azaleas and peonies on the ground when she feels her husband’s nimble fingers run up her spine like they are playing a scale on their grand piano - that he’s playing an unnamed song he wrote to calm her down. The same fingers that tossed hundreds of footballs to her elder brother in college - making UCLA unbeatable for two years in a row. The fingers that also will play "Happy Birthday” on his acoustic guitar in under an hour, fingers that turn her toward him, and grab her hand…. Placing his hand on her heart and hers on his and whispering to her “Diana - honey. I promise they are going to love it. They already love you. Everything is beautiful. All the family is here. Breathe with me honey. Please breathe with me.”

Diana has had panic attacks ever since she was little and got separated from her mom at the zoo. She thought Lucy had left her there on purpose because she didn’t look like Kai, that she wasn’t great and silly like TJ, that she was just boring Diana. It didn’t help that the zoo lady hadn’t believed she and Lucy were related - until Diana had started talking to Lucy in perfect Mandarin taught to her by her NaiNai Vanessa. That shut the zoo lady right on up, but did nothing to quell the panic in both Lucy and Diana. For she didn’t realize that losing sight of Diana for those 5 minutes were the longest, most terrifying moments of Lucy’s life. Thousands of times worse than the faint memories of dying in that barrel.

Lucy loved Diana so much and had panic attacks of her own from that day forward. Usually late at night, usually in nightmares where Diana is never found. Lucy wakes up screaming for her and only calms down when she can text Mateo and get a picture of her sleeping daughter or if she can grab the stuffed giraffe she keeps in the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

Diana’s fear of being unwanted, of being left behind is actually what spurred this idea in the first place. Just like Lucy had done with Tamara, both Diana and Mateo and Patrizia and Kai had adopted little girls from their respective grandmothers’ home countries - little potatoes with shocks of black hair, floral binkies and blankets. The two little girls were being introduced to the extended family at Tim and Wesley’s joint birthday party in just a few minutes.

Kai finally turns and notices that Diana is as white as a sheet. He texts their little brother for reinforcements - SOS. Need you, chocolate and fresh flowers for Diana. <panic>

Five minutes later TJ shows up and steps in front of his older sister. He meets her eyes and smiles at her. The remaining group members step away - the men check on the bundles wrapped in floral blankets and Patrizia fixes Diana’s hair. TJ wordlessly calms his sister down and tells her the parents have no idea. They just know the presents are arriving by special delivery from Mexico and China. The fearless foursome have been living overseas for the past two years - and neither the Evers nor the Bradfords know that their elder children are arriving with children of their own.

“Diana - what you’ve done for them - for the parents, grandparents and the babies is nothing short of miraculous. You’ll be giving them the biggest gift second only to knowing and loving us kids - we are pretty spectacular ourselves. Your heart, if possible, is bigger than mom’s, bigger than Aunt Angela’s. They love you so, so much. I wish you could see that. Sweet girl, please stop crying. I smuggled your stuffed goat from your bedroom to dry your eyes.”

Diana snorts out a bark of laughter upon seeing Gerald IV in her brother’s hands. He’s the only one besides Mateo who can calm her down when she panics. She nods at him and then at her best friends and asks for 5 minutes to “fix her face.”

—---------

While Diana is in the bathroom, TJ moves through Patrice’s house calling everyone outside and has his dad and uncle Wesley sit in the barcaloungers that have been pulled from the movie lounge out onto the back deck for the birthday boys to open their presents. There is much grumbling and whining from Wesley and Tim as they complain of fake aches and pains, both a little sad that two of their three kids aren’t there to celebrate with them again this year.

Tim looks around and notices the grandparents are here. They don’t usually come to these parties as they are all in their 80s and 90s. But Vanessa, Patrick, Patrice and Angela’s mom Emilia are all here. He brushes it off, until his youngest son TJ steps up and tells everyone “to close their eyes. The big presents from overseas are being rolled in right now. Go on, close your eyes, Dad - no peeking.”

Tim closes his eyes and feels Lucy standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders. He knows she’ll look, she can’t help herself.

He feels the excitement get closer and closer as people start to murmur. He can tell when Lucy and Angela open their eyes by the collective gasp that leaves them simultaneously. Tim turns and looks up at Lucy to make sure she’s ok and he’s never seen that look on her face before. “Luce, are you ok? What’s going on?” Tim hears Wesley say, “no way.”

Tim finally turns around and sees his daughter smiling at him and placing a baby in his arms. Tim instinctively grabs the young potato flashing back through that stage for all three of his kids. The wild hair, the binkies, the colorful blankets, the snot, the poop, the eardrum piercing cries. “Wha- why are you handing me a baby?”

Diana smiles shyly at her parents and at Angela and Wesley and says, “Please say hello to your grandchildren - girls we adopted from their home countries. In Wesley’s arms, we have Emilia Joy Evers from Mexico City and in your arms dad, we have Vanessa Hope Bradford from Shanghai. Bonus present, all four of us are moving back to Los Angeles, so we will be taking you all up on offers to babysit.

I got the idea when I was 8 andI heard Mom telling NaiNai about Tamara. Mom - You’ve always been my biggest inspiration and while I may never forgive you for removing my bedroom door after catching Mateo and I making out in there on my 14th birthday, I have always tried to live my life so you’d be proud of me - so you would always come find me at the zoo.”

That last comment strikes straight through Lucy’s heart. She stands up and pulls Diana aside.

“Diana - I didn’t leave you at the zoo - we got separated. You were chasing baby chickens and I lost sight of you. I died that day when I couldn’t find you. And that stupid woman who said I wasn’t your mom because you didn’t look like me? I wanted to punch her out. But then you told me about the fluffy chicks in perfect mandarin - like it was no big deal. I still have nightmares and panic attacks that I don’t ever find you. You are my dream come true. I know I tend to favor the boys, but you are the living embodiment of my heart. Don’t you know that? You are my reason for living. I love being your mom - it’s why I was put on this planet. To love you.”

“I have panic attacks too mom. I had one right before we came out here. TJ and Mateo helped me calm down. I was afraid you and Dad wouldn’t like your gift - because it came from me.” Lucy wraps her arms around her girl and says, “We love her more, because she came from you. Honey- look at your dad. He may never give Emilia back to Angela and Wesley. Look at how happy and at peace he is. YOU did that. You, my big hearted, beautiful girl.”

#chenford fanfiction #chenford #chenford au #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim & lucys kids marry angela and wesleys kids #adoption stories #chenford march madness 2023 - tim meets his grandkids #doubt #panic attacks #like mother like daughter #meet the bradford kids - kai diana + tj #meet the evers kids - jackson mateo and patrizia #china = diana and mateo #mexico = kai and patrizia #best friends #fearless foursome #one word prompt = chenford one shot

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exsanguidus · 7 months

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re headcanon: how do you think Astarion will go about marriage proposal? will he be nervous or smarmy. would he even want to marry at all?

This is going to be a long answer. Also, should note this is of course in reference to non-Ascended Astarion.

Since I headcanon Astarion as a Moon Elf, I think 3e and 3.5e lore on how elves view love, romance, and sexuality is probably pretty close to what Moon Elf culture practices, seeing as they're stated to be rather adventurous and tend not to stay in one place for too long.

3.5e Elves Reddit Citing 3e

This is also why I headcanon that Astarion is rather open-minded to the idea of Tav taking on another lover or having threesomes/foursomes together.

That said, I think that deep down he prefers monogamy, particularly because he's selfish in the sense he wants to have something of his own that he doesn't have to share. Especially after those 200 years he didn't have himself for himself and the fact he can't recall ever genuinely being loved just for being himself rather than what he can offer.

But so long as Tav reassures him that it won't affect their relationship negatively and he won't be neglected in love, affection, and care, he's not opposed. He trusts Tav enough to be responsible, honest, and communicative.

He also mentions, if you approach him about being with Halsin post-his quest, that while the idea of change has always sort of terrified him because it's an unknown, he's accepted that life happens and if Tav does end up falling for someone else, he's confident he'll eventually be ok because he has himself.

Now to get to the actual question at hand: how would Astarion go about a marriage proposal.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but he wouldn't. At least not in the sense that Humans think of marriage and marriage proposals.

He's definitely read about them in the sappy and smutty romance novels he's read, but he personally doesn't subscribe to the idea that he needs to showcase his true love for his partner like that because his partner would know through actions and words they speak to one another privately exactly how Astarion feels about them.

Astarion would really just start referring to his partner as his Wife/Husband/Spouse one day. And then after that, just start using their surname along with his own like that's what his name has always been.

For example, I ship exclusively with my buddy Vex's Tav OC Annette Harlow (@knivesong). So, in our post-game verse Astarion refers to himself as Astarion Harlow Ancunín as his completely full name. He wasn't asked to and he doesn't just going around announcing it randomly to everyone, but he decided that on his own and tells people when its relevant to do so because that's how he decided he wanted to show Annie's place in his life while still respecting both their individualities and unique personhoods.

I also recently put up a headcanon that elves traditionally wear wedding bands on their right hand, if they choose to wear any at all. I believe Astarion would wear the True Love's Caress ring on his right ring finger. He originally didn't until post-his quest, I imagine, but eventually would have just quietly moved it to that finger of his own accord.

I also recently wrote a headcanon that post-game, rather than claim and move into the Crimson Palace (Szarr Palace), he gets himself a nice spot in Baldur's Gate where he can live in the apartments above his own perfume shop. He would legitimately just assume Tav was going to live with him, at that point, and put in furniture to accommodate both of them and take into consideration Tav's tastes in his decor choices.

All that is basically my long way of saying that Astarion would basically just marry Tav via Common Law Marriage. Basically everyone just recognizes those two as married even if they didn't have some big solemnized ceremony.

Astarion doesn't believe in any of the gods anyway. Acknowledges they all exist, since they literally do and can be physically seen, but he won't worship any of them ever. So he wouldn't really think it's important to have their relationship solemnized by an outside source as long as they both solemnize it via consent and mutual understanding of the perimeters of their relationship.

He doesn't care how others view their relationship because, to him, his relationship with Tav is strictly between them and no one else's business.

Of course, if Tav ever brought up that they actually wanted an official marriage proposal and a legitimate marriage ceremony with all the bells and whistles, he'd be all for it because:

I. It's a reason for him to dress up and be Extra.

II. It would make Tav happy.

In that case, he would be the most Extra of Extra about it. Not nervous because he already knows the answer would be yes, but nervous because he wants to make sure he does it right in a way his partner would be pleased with. He'd make a whole performance out of it and it'd be this massive grand gesture. Mind you, that doesn't mean it'd be this huge public display with like releasing doves and hiring a troupe of bards or anything, but something elegant that feels expensive and intimately grand.

It'd probably be so Extra that Tav would facepalm, but he'd just remind them that they asked for it and he doesn't go halfsies on things like that because he has standards for the both of them.

#hc ; in one's blood #askbox ; blood oath #fun ; meme #penned by grim ;

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 8 months

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Sicktember #2

Prompt: Quest for a Cure

Fandom/OCs: DnD OCs (Filius, Gundor, Kandry, Lorellyn)

Words: 2200

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: I couldn’t see the word quest without thinking of my favorite adventuring party, though I haven’t written them since last Sicktember. They just make me happy, okay? This fill is one of the few that didn’t have any prompt inspo this year but I think it came out really nicely in spite of that. At risk of sounding egotistical, I'll say I think it's one of the more poetic things I wrote this year. Or maybe I just have a soft spot for this foursome and this setting.

~~~***~~~

Lorellyn threw open the door to the party's shared suite in the inn, excitement dancing in her eyes.

"I've had an idea!" she called. "I think I know our next step!"

Her sleepy companions roused themselves. Filius, who had been dozing in one of the beds, shuffled into the room rubbing an eye. Kandry, red-nosed and sniffling, had also been sitting in bed, but she set aside her books and notes right away, giving the Elf her attention. Gundor had been doing his daily weapon maintenance, but he lay down his ax eagerly, even as he coughed into a handkerchief.

"For th' quest? What've yeh found, lass?" asked the Dwarf.

"Nothing new, not here… but that's exactly the problem. The trail has gone cold in these parts, at least for now. I believe we should travel south, just as we've been saying we should do for months. We each have mentioned contacts in the southern tip that might have information for us, but we are never able to get there when it's warmer. The winter months are the perfect time to go explore that region, before it gets busy for us in this area again. We can start with a friend of my father's, an old war companion, who has a farm in the Way South. I know he has a stake in some of the things we've been exploring, and I'm certain he'd have some information for us. I've found a group of Halfling merchants that are traveling that way, and they would be happy to have us accompany them, so it's all worked out. What do you say?"

Filius and Gundor were quiet, pondering for a moment. Kandry's eyes had flickered with interest at the mention of a group of Halflings, but she looked skeptical.

"I dunno, Lor. It's such a long way. We'd be gone for at least a month. What if we miss something important here?" asked the Halfling. "And you know how dangerous traveling in winter can be. I'm not sure we're… up for it."

The Halfling gestured at their group for emphasis as she spoke. For it was true, one could see they wouldn't be up for harsh travel just by looking at them. It was midwinter, and the season had not been easy on the adventurers. Even before the first snows, Kandry and Filius had fallen sick with the influenza. Both had gotten seriously ill, and still hadn't fully recovered. Kandry had had a series of colds and sinus infections ever since, and her nose was perpetually red while her head perpetually ached. Filius was shaky and lethargic, and still spiked a low grade fever nearly every night. Even Gundor hadn't escaped. He had had some dealings with a local clan of Dwarves and had stayed with them for many days. In that time he fell ill with a respiratory sickness unique only to Dwarves and had been bedridden for a week, feverish and coughing and weak. A lingering dry cough continued to plague him weeks later. Only Lorellyn was spared, but the mental burden of caring for her ailing companions weighed on her also.

Lorellyn looked around at them all with softness in her eyes, then met Kandry's gaze. "We've spent months and months here with nothing to show for it. I think a change of scenery is exactly what is needed," the Elf said firmly. "And the merchants aren't in any hurry. We'll travel easy, and safely."

"Aye, it's a good plan, lass," Gundor said, stroking his beard as he nodded. "I m'self know of some folk who could use a good shaking down in those parts." He coughed roughly as he finished, jerking his head in frustration.

All eyes turned to their wise Cleric, the final decision resting with him as usual. Filius, flushed and heavy-eyed, slowly nodded. "I agree that we need some fresh surroundings to shake the cobwebs from our minds. Going south is as good a plan as any. You have my vote, Lor."

Lorellyn clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear. "Wonderful, then it's settled. I will write to my father's friend at once so he'll be expecting us. The merchants are leaving the day after tomorrow, at first light, and we'll be right there with them."

~~~

The foursome had never had so pleasant a journey as they did with the merchant band. The adventures rode their horses in the midst of the group, surrounded on all sides by carts and ponies and donkeys. It took nigh on three weeks before the end, for they did indeed travel easy, stopping to make safe camp at the first sign of danger or bad weather, but the time flew. Halflings are a merry bunch by nature, and there was always conversation and singing and laughter. They welcomed the adventurers with open arms, happy for the added protection and new folk to talk to. Kandry at first kept herself separate, feeling out of place with these kinsmen that were so different from herself. They would not allow her to distance herself, however, and their welcome was so earnest that she couldn't help but be drawn in.

It was still travel, however, and the weakened foursome felt their weeks of illness heavily as they were once again forced to sleep on bedrolls and spend hours on horseback. They didn't worsen, but neither did their health improve (though their spirits did), and the Halflings fussed over them endlessly, making sure they were always as warm and comfortable as possible.

The landscape changed almost imperceptibly day by day, but by the end of the journey, what was harsh and cold and wintery became bright and warm and green. By the final days, they had stowed their winter cloaks deep in their bags as the sun warmed them from sunup to sundown. They soaked it in eagerly.

Before they knew it, they had reached their destination. The merchants left them nearly on the doorstep of Lorellyn's friend, with fond farewells, and a few tears. Once their new friends had departed, the Elf led them bravely ahead to the sprawling, picturesque homestead that overlooked acres of fields and orchards and vineyards. The door was flung open while they were still a long way off, and a broad High Elf stood grinning, bouncing on his toes as they approached.

"Welcome, welcome, to Everlast. What a joy it is to have you all." He looked each one of them in the eyes, smiling. "I am Gaibel. I hope your time in my home is restful and pleasant.” He turned to Lorellyn last, kissing her on both cheeks as they murmured to each other in Elvish. Though the three others knew some Elvish, they respectfully held back, for a greeting between High Elves is a sacred thing.

In time Gaibel turned back to the rest of them, speaking in common once more: "We have prepared the guest house for your use. I myself wanted to give you the best rooms in my own home, but Lorellyn thought you might want your own dwelling for the duration of your stay here. My beautiful wife Marilai will lead you there now. Please don't hesitate to come to me at any time for anything you might need. In due time we will discuss the mission that has brought you here, but not until after you've had food and rest."

At his words, a breathtakingly beautiful female Elf moved silently from behind him, a smile of welcome gracing her features. She floated down the path that led to a smaller building on a rise across from the main home, gesturing to the companions to follow. She spoke not, but her warm presence made them all feel at ease, travel weary and dirty though they were. She carried a basket, and when they arrived at the guest house she breezed into the kitchen and began to lay out a feast of hot food and cold drinks. The party would have dug in right away, the tantalizing smells almost too much to bear, but Lorellyn shooed them away.

"Let's clean up and change first. The food will keep, never fear."

Stomachs growling, they did as they were told. It was a good thing they were hungry, though, otherwise they might have forgotten the meal in the bliss of the rooms that awaited them. The warm, clean, peace of the huge beds, the steaming, scented baths and the magnificent, soaring windows overlooking sun kissed green fields would have drawn in weaker creatures. The party members lingered far longer than they intended over their grooming. Yet when they returned to the kitchen, yawning, but changed and fresh, the food was as hot as if it had just come out of the oven, and the ice in the drinks looked as if it had just been poured. Marilai was gone but Lorellyn, also clean and changed, acted as host, serving the others. There was no talk at first, as the adventurers were intent on filling their stomachs with food that hadn't been cooked over a campfire.

Kandry, always the most focused, put down her fork first. "When is Gaibel expecting us to meet with him? Tonight?" she croaked, scrubbing at her nose. "I need to review my notes before we see him."

Lorellyn's eyes softened and her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh no, Gaibel won't be available for at least a week. No, we don't have to leave this building for many days, except perhaps to soak in the sun and explore the plantation at our leisure."

Kandry sat back with a frown. "Why would he leave when we just got here? What about the quest?"

"He's not leaving, he's just not available for meetings. Don't you understand? Right now, this IS the quest. Getting you all back to health. Between the sun and the food and the sleep and the medicine that Marilai left for you all, I will see to it that you're well again before we move another step or interrogate another person. Though I don't know what it's like to need sleep, I know what exhaustion is, because I've seen it in each of you everyday for months. I can't stand seeing you all so weak and pale and sick for even one more day. So for now we're continuing MY quest, with the help of Gaibel and Marilai. The quest for a cure. Only when you're well again will Gaibel agree to meet with you about other things. I've given him strict orders about that."

Shocked silence hung over the room, and Lorellyn saw several emotions cross her companions' faces. Filius was the first to start smiling, though, slow and quiet. Then Gundor shook his head, chuckling. Finally, with a dramatic sigh Kandry threw up her hands, smiling in spite of herself.

"I guess I won't complain about a few days off. My face cannot wait to get acquainted with those giant pillows, that's for sure. And there's no such thing as too much familiarity with a good pillow," the Rogue said with a preemptive yawn.

"These legs o' mine wouldn't mind a bit o' leisure," Gundor agreed. "Me ol' knee ain't been th' same since it was broke. Long as there's adequate refreshment," he said, looking at Lorellyn meaningfully.

"They have plenty of ale, don't worry. There should be some in your room," she soothed.

"I haven't been able to take a bath every day in years. There's nothing I'd like more," Filius said softly. "And I'm so tired of being too hot and too cold and too tired. I'm willing to rest and try to get rid of this ailment once and for all."

"Aww, Fil," Lorellyn groaned, pressing her hand to his flushed face and clucking her tongue. "You're already warm. Here, this tonic is yours. Take it right now, poor thing." She produced three vials of different colors and handed one to each of her companions. "These should help all of you. If you don't feel better in a day or two, Marilai will make more."

"You're sure we're not being poisoned?" Kandry asked even as she unstoppered hers and gave it a sniff.

"My father and Gaibel have been as good as brothers for years beyond years. They mean us no harm," Lorellyn said earnestly.

The invalids drank down their tonics with no further complaint. Each felt immediately better in one way or another, especially after the food and drink.

"Now finish eating, and eat as much as you'd like, then off to bed, each of you. I've seen more yawns tonight than I can count," Lorellyn said sternly. "I hope you all sleep all day tomorrow if you want. There's more beverages in your rooms. Once you all have had a few days of decent sleep and food, then we'll see what there is to see."

Like obedient children, they cleared their plates and began to head for bed. Before they could, though, Lorellyn squeezed them all together into a tight hug. "Feel better, all of you. I miss your dear, healthy faces. You'll be back to normal in no time, I just know it."

For once, no one complained about the hug, and they lingered together in the embrace as the pink evening sunlight danced across the fields and came to rest upon their shoulders.

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jazzmckay · 21 days

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tagged by @broodsys for this writer questionnaire uvu ty, i got really into this one. the deep jazz lore incoming <3

tagging @lyriumlullaby-ao3, @inscrutable-shadow, and @skadizzleross

copy and paste-able question list at the bottom of the post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

says 88, but one is anonymous lol 89 babey

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

824,682

3. What fandoms do you write for?

dragon age currently, prior to that, detroit: become human. some witcher and RWBY mixed in. teen wolf, dishonored, red vs blue, homestuck back in the day, a couple other things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Truth in Melody (witcher, geraskier)

The World Upside Down (dbh gen)

left an impression on my heart (teen wolf, scott/stiles. its over a decade old i am not linking this lol)

Variable Outcome (dbh, connor & gavin gen)

Winter Chill and Summer Bloom (dbh, connor/gavin)

5. Do you respond to comments?

absolutely! if i don't, it's only because the person is being a jerk or just uncomfortable. give me a heart emoji, you're getting a heart emoji right back. boop

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i generally write happy endings, no matter how hellish the road to that happy endings is. i do, however, have a Bad End dbh oneshot. Fair Compensation. it's straight up non-con, and from aggressor pov, so viewer discretion is advised

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gosh idk how i could pick. as i said in the previous answer, i try to leave off on a high note. Truth in Melody or perhaps Promises to Keep. wouldn't say they're happier than others, but they're among my longest fics, which means the characters had to go through some bullshit to get those happy endings lmfao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

a couple times. more often, i get weird / uncomfortable comments that i just ignore

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! well, i'd say "kinky" tends to be a general theme ahahaha and feelsy! smut in my chaptered fics are more basic, the oneshots can be wild though. and then there's from the depths, an ancient song, where i wrote a foursome involving a LOT of tentacles. like a lot. so take that how you will.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

ive dabbled in ideas, but rarely get around to actually writing them. i do like the concept of smashing my favourite universes together, though. my dbh vampire series is basically just the lore of vampire: the masquerade, but i wouldn't consider it a full crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! and a couple additional requests, one that i denied, and another that i agreed to but no result yet! still hoping <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, for events. shout out to any of my buddies from the homestuck shipping olympics who see this :p can you BELIEVE how long it has been

roleplaying is also kinda like co-writing fics sometimes honestly. i've got some threads that have been ongoing for years and took a lot of plotting and planning together uvu

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

how dare u ask me this. this is nearly impossible aughh but i'm going to say corvo/daud from dishonored

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

basically anything from my favourite games and such that are nonetheless overshadowed by current hyperfixation. i'm forever sad that most of my many, many dishonored fic ideas were from a time when i chronically could not finish anything

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't know, i'm bad at acknowledging good things about myself lol characterization, i suppose, that tends to be what i get the most lovely comments about <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fluff, unless it's the resolution to angst lmfao i need to build up to it. drop me straight into a nothing scenario of fluff and i don't know what to DO. technical-wise, idk, descriptions i think

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

it certainly has its place and can be done well! but it's easy to mess it up, too. you need to make sure it's accurate and fitting for the scene, you need to avoid racist stereotyping, you need the story to still make sense and flow well. if the message isn't clear because most readers don't know the language, or have to keep looking it up / reading author notes, that's immersion-breaking imo. with fictional languages where much of the fanbase is familiar with the common words, though, no big deal i'd say

19. First fandom you wrote for?

honestly i think it was the cartoon, angry beavers lol i didn't know what's what i was doing, at the time. as far as serious, intentional stories, maybe firefly? or xmen?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i cannot pick just one lol 4 is as low as ill go

previously linked Winter Chill and Summer Bloom: this is very hurt/comfort, my favourite thing, with a bunch of my other favourite things tossed in. touch-starvation, non-verbal character, characters getting away from the location of their suffering to heal in a better place, both physically and mentally, sweet slice of life stuff etc.

take these broken wings and learn to fly: more h/c! this one starts off heavy as hell and involves a lot of Process of Healing (to no ones surprise, at this point). healing has gotta be one of my favourite genders. also it's femslash.

Sight & Shadows: it's both plot- and character-driven, i'm happy with how i balanced both simultaneously. it's my vampire au, and other than the v:tm lore borrowing, it feels almost original to me. it's a rarepair, in an au--as niche as it gets, shaped a lot by the universe and story i put together for the whole series. it was a joy to create, because i truly did write this for ME. i wouldn't say any of my fics were written for others, per se, but i guess this one just felt different from the start. i wasn't anticipating an audience, i was just telling the story these characters needed, the way i like to do it. i had great friends supporting me through it, so i wasn't alone in the process or anything, it just felt the most like writing an original story than any of my other fics have

into the light of the dark black night: first of all, yes, 2/4 fics listed here are titled with lyrics from blackbird by the beatles. blackbird lyrics means intense feelings, that's just how it is. i've done it twice, and ill DO IT AGAIN. anyway, this one takes place in one of dbh's grimmest possible endings--the nuclear blast ending. i did a lot of research for this one, and also put a lot of thought into handling it with as much care as i think a concept like this requires. it's weighty, but hopeful. it has apocalypse elements, which i love. i got to do cyberpunky stuff as well. i added some of the elements i think dbh would have included if d@vid cage weren't a coward. i projected multiplicity onto some of the characters. i got to write north as the steadfast and successful leader of the revolution, as she deserves. blackbird fly <3

if you made it through all of that... thank you :>

and the template:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

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mish-tique · 2 years

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Rose 🥺🌹's live-ask for "milk in abundance"

seeing the title, of course it's gonna have lactation kink. ahh i'm so glad that we get to explore kinks this horny kinktober month. and yes we love omegaverse. i was actually surprised when i read my first f1 omegaverse fic, bc it just fit so well!!

also, goodluck in your work!! hope it brings you fulfillment and not dread!! sending hugs and moral support!!

SPOILERS below the rose line

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

lestappen mates 🥺🥺 they exit the circuit with hands intertwined 🥺🥺

“How did that feel? Losing to your pregnant mate? Your little alpha ego hurt?” “Never,” Charles answers him, “It only makes me more proud that my mate is so good that he’s the best, and that I am allowed to be second to you.” <- 🥺🥺 oh my god, Lando better come through before i make this whole thing lestappen

Another fic rec is AzziNow's Milk Fics!!!

"Whether that has anything to do with a Spanish alpha" <- carlando allusions, we LOVE that

Lando "Milk Boy" Norris about to get the best first win! gift he can have

Race Winner!Lando my beloved, you're time will come baby

"Next time you can invite him too, if you want,” he proposes, “I think he might like to see you enjoy yourself so much.” <- oh you won't believe the whale noises that came out of me, it's all about our fave quadruple

hihihi to the simultaneous coming

tbh, i wasn't into lactation kink before, but after reading AzziNow's milk fic, I've grown to tolerate it, then now I'm kinda liking it more as a trope in fics.

but yeah, this little au and the way you wrote the characters into it, all smart decisions and i love that this is how you presented the body worship kink. it adds to the whole omegaverse that there's this whole thing of loving someone and praising them and their body for gifting a new life, and that's just beautiful (p.s. omg pls don't take this the wrong way, that i'm saying pregnant women should always go through with their pregnancy. firm believer of your uterus your choice, people)

roses for you!!

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

People will be surprised if they knew how many omegaverse lactation fics i have in store involving max. i don't have enough time to write it but a lot, and i mean a lot of those prompts are stored in the wild side server.

thank you! it's a challenge but i'm looking forward to it!

sdkghsdkg look we needed the proper lestappen set up

ooh yeah i've heard of those! i'm not quite sure on top of my head whether i read those, but if not i will soon!!

i always, always add carlando allusions in my agenda's

we need a race win for lando. we also need another carlando podium. it's what we deserve.

carlando x lestappen foursomes my beloved

And I get it! In the end it's a taste matter, don't force yourself to read fics you don't like!

It's fine, I didn't assume anything! but yes, idk, something about a mate or pack or partner praising the omega when they're pregnant is just so. aaaaaaa.

#cw: mpreg #tw: lactation #missha's kinktober #rose anon #🥺🌹#qued

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trucomedy · 2 years

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This is fucking hilarious. Lmaooo. The fact these sentences you've written, like, besmirching my character have absolutely no meaning is peak content. amazing. Since your husband consensually agrees to being called a butler, this is a different scenario entirely, however. Whatever people do amongst themselves consensually is between them. (The perpetrator's words are purely hearsay regardless without proof, but let's just assume you're speaking about your husband truthfully for the sake of conversational progress.) (To be fair, i was addressing the reblog underneath you moreso than you. I thought you were like a dead account. Doesn't matter either way. The point was one shouldn't want a butler, like the reblog wrote specifically about wanting. You can vomit vitriol all you like, but that doesn't make me wrong in the least.) The point still stands that someone shouldn't be referred to as one's butler for doing something out of a genuine loving kindness. Did you call me an incel?? Djfifjfkff This is like an interesting inversion, such as how you can technically call someone inconveniencing you whatever you want and it falls flat, because it is still wrong to call someone acting in loving kindness a belittling term of use such as butler (against their will/knowledge). So, the basic point still stands I suppose. Consensually, you can act as you like. Without approval, not so. If there's an understanding between two people, the point is moot. Since that's been clarified, we can all calm down.

#I really want you to buy me absurdly large red clown shoes now.

#They should squeak and complement an athletic ensemble after a workout when I go for a run

#They should also match my abs and perfect nips.

#I'm like 100% sure I'd end up with like 3 hot girls' numbers and end the night with an absolutely ridiculous foursome

#idk what this has to do with anything, but the clown shoes got me thinking

#this really isn't that deep please like go play butler with your husband ffs idrc

#can't believe I'm actually like the least ridiculous one in this entire conversation for once

#what's the world come to

#pretty sure i could report this person for breaking tumblrs community guidelines but I'm nice and she made me laugh so whatever

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in April 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in April including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #37 | ko-fi | fic recs

-Larry-

🌸 Love After the End of the World (series) by @mercurial-madhouse

(E, 168k, soulmates au, soulmarks, post-apocalyptic, strangers to lovers, ot5 friendship, side Ziam, PTSD, character injuries, violence, blood, angst with a happy ending, pining, dual pov, found family, smut, I'm so blown away and this fic took over my entire life, truly one of the best fics I've ever read)

When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love.

🌸 Examine by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson

(E, 42k, famous/not famous, famous Louis, soccer player Louis, doctor Harry, neighbors, closeted Louis, injured Louis, angst with a happy ending, I read this as an anonymous wip and was so happy to find out who wrote it!)

After moving to Los Angeles and becoming famous, footballer Louis Tomlinson falls in love with a doctor who lives in the same building.

🌸 Best Snog Ever by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 13k, co-workers, neighbors, Australia, inspired by Best Song Ever, friends to lovers, banter, social drinking, flirting, pining, hiccups, fluff, smut, this was a delight!)

the one where Harry wants Louis, and Louis wants Harry, but neither of them can seem to manage to seal the deal until Niall, the always helpful bartender, comes up with an inventive cure for Louis’ hiccups.

🌸 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 12k, fantasy, supernatural elements, myths, magical Harry, phoenix Harry, supernatural prison, prison guard Louis, angst with a happy ending, mentions of death, strangers to lovers, xenophobia, character development, this was so fascinating and had such a creepy atmosphere, a true allegory)

His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe.

🌸 Hail Harry, Full of Grace by @homosociallyyours

(T, 5k, girl direction, religious content, Catholicism, summer camp, high school, based on Girl Almighty, fluff, this was so lovely and sweet and I related to the religious aspects so much)

Harry loves God and Louis loves Harry.

🌸 Copy Of A... by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(E, 5k, established relationship, pwp, sex toys, bdsm, mirror sex, dirty talk, smut, this was so much more than a pwp, there was a uniqueness to it that I loved!)

Harry really loves Louis' dick.

🌸 this is my jam by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 4k, historical, 1990s, gay bathhouse, closeted character, strangers to lovers, exhibitionism, mentions of HIV/AIDS, safe sex, hopeful ending, smut, it pained me to put the historical tag lol, this was so hot but so much more than just hot, I have a lot to say about this fic)

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

🌸 lord knows i've tried (can't get her off my mind) by whensheflies / @choface

(M, 3k, girl direction, high school seniors, pining, Harry pov, Catholic school, secret crush, bisexual Harry, religion, masturbation, this was amazing omg)

a catholic school girl direction au.

🌸 Putting it in! by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou , BringMeADream / @whatagreatproblemtohave , foreverfanficaddict / @chaotic-bells

(T, 3k, crack, humor, sexual innuendos, golf, dick jokes, ot4 friendship, this was hilarious!)

Liam has problems controlling his length, Louis has problems controlling his tongue, Harry is very protective over Louis' balls and Niall? Niall just really wants to have a foursome at the golf course.

🌸 two much water by safetyfilm / @thestylinsons

(E, 3k, part 2 of piss bucket series, canon divergent, concert, watersports, kink exploration, desperate Louis, this was A LOT and I high recommend if you're into this kind of thing)

Louis still has his regularly scheduled pee break, but it's harder to handle.

🌸 Let Me Take Care Of You by @tommokat

(M, 3k, canon, established relationship, long distance, Louis' fractured elbow, hurt/comfort, some tears, fluff, smut, fun and sweet!)

Louis' in Poland with a fractured elbow and Harry's in California, but all he wants is to take care of him.

🌸 Late Night Talking by @germericangirl

(E, 2k, canon, established relationship, long distance, Louis' fractured elbow, pwp, phone sex, hurt/comfort, soft and smutty!)

Louis breaks his elbow, Harry is upset he can’t be there to take care of him.

🌸 Baby, Don’t Apologize by @neondiamond

(T, 1.8k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, asexual Harry, insecure Harry, established relationship, fluff, no smut, this was so soft and lovely)

Harry being an asexual Omega means his Alpha Louis has had to spend his ruts alone for the past decade despite being mated.

-Rare Pairs-

🌸 darling just dive right in by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 5k, Zayn/Louis, exes to lovers, misunderstanding, childhood friends, reconciliation, arranged marriage, angst with a happy ending, pining, loved these poor idiots)

Louis can’t think of a worse place to be than at the Malik estate, attending his ex boyfriend's wedding.

🌸 From the Depths by @fallinglikethis

(T, 2k, Liam & Niall, Niam friendship, sea creature Liam, loneliness, hurt/comfort, found family, this was so beautiful and meaningful)

When a new resident moves to town, the creature in the lake is curious.

🌸 For the Love of Honey by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, OT5 friendship, uni, roommates, humor, crack, bees, Liam pov, this was hilarious and somehow so easily could happen)

"What's this for?" Liam asks, rushing to take the weight away before Louis hurts himself. "The bees, Liam!" Louis motions vaguely around himself to where there are definitely no bees.

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The one where your secret gets harder to keep (2)

Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Are we all ready for part two?! I won’t lie, I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this.

Sirius had barely made himself his morning cup of tea before the fireplace flushed with green flames and his best mate walked out into his lounge.

“Prongs, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at... 10am?! You couldn’t have come a bit later, mate?”

“I thought this was later.” James shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa. Sirius poured another mug of tea, handing it to James as he took the armchair opposite. “It’s about your recent greeting method.”

“My greeting method?”

“Yeah, you and all your... kissing. Stop it.”

Sirius couldn’t help the bubble of laughter which escaped his mouth. Obviously he hadn’t planned on kissing Lily and Marlene, but just the fact James was so wound up about it made the wizard grin.

“My kissing?”

“Pads-”

“No, Prongs, please go on, what about my kissing.” Sirius relaxed back into the armchair taking a sip of his tea. “Are you... jealous?”

“Padfoot-”

“Because if you don’t want me to leave you out of all my kissing, then all you have to do is ask.”

“Sirius I don’t want you bloody kissing me! Or Lily for that matter.”

The laughter which escaped Sirius was loud enough for Remus to exit his own room to investigate what had the man so amused.

“Prongs? What’s going on?”

“Prongsie is jealous I’m not kissing him,” Sirius snickered which caused James to throw a cushion at his face.

“Fuck off Pads.” James rolled his eyes. “I just want you to stop kissing my wife.”

“It was one kiss Prongs, I was trying something out.” Sirius chuckled. “But note taken, I’ll stop kissing Lily.”

“And Y/N too if you don’t mind.” Remus said taking the seat next to James. “I don’t like seeing you make out with my sister.”

“So I can kiss, Mar?” Sirius grinned as both men shot him an unamused look. “Alright fine, no more kissing the girls in front of you.”

Lily and Marlene anyway, Sirius thought to himself.

The fireplace flashed again with green flames and Peter stepped out into the room.

“Wormy, where’ve you been?!” James grinned in greeting as Peter took the other armchair after declining a cup of tea from Remus.

“Some Order mission Dumbledore sent me and the Prewett twins on. Apparently we’re going to recap it at the meeting today.”

“Anything interesting happen?” Remus asked.

“Nothing much, something odd but the twins know more about it than I do.”

The four boys continued their little catch up, including Sirius telling Peter about how James was jealous he’s kissed his wife and not him, which earned him another cushion to the face.

Before long, the small group had finished their tea and were exiting the flat through the fireplace as they appeared in the Order headquarters. The headquarters were set up at the witch, Emmeline Vance’s home.

Seeing the girls already present, the foursome of boys made their way over towards their friends and took their seats. Sirius took the seat next to you and through his arm around the back of your chair.

“You alright?” You asked him.

“Prongs appeared this morning demanding I stop kissing you girls. Remus agreed of course.” Sirius whispered to you which caused you to grin.

“Oh yeah?! What did you say to that?!”

“I said I’d stop kissing the girls in front of them, I never said anything about behind their backs.”

You snorted quietly at his reply as Dumbledore walked in, greeting everyone present. Most of the Order were there apart from the select few who were still on missions.

The room quietened drastically as everyone waited for Dumbledore to speak.

“Welcome back, I thought it would be about the right time to check in with everyone.” Dumbledore began before turning his attention to the twins and Peter. “Mr Prewetts’ and Mr Pettigrew, how was the search up at Little Hangleton?”

“There was not much magical energy around the town, Professor, but there was definitely some.” Fabian began before Gideon took over.

“The house which you told us to look for was still being kept though. Someone pays for a caretaker of the property.”

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment as he assessed the information.

“Had anyone seen anything odd? Anyone seen lurking around recently which could be connected to Riddle?”

“No, any that did may have been obliviated though.” Peter answered as the Prewett twins nodded in agreement.

Gideon Prewett caught your eye for a moment before both of you looked away from each other. The two of you had dated throughout school for a while despite your differing years. Gideon had been a year ahead of you at Hogwarts, but both being in Gryffindor gave opportunity to run into each other more than once.

As your eyes directed away from Gideon, they landed on a newcomer to the Order. You couldn’t deny the man was attractive, his dark hair and dark skin looking almost flawless.

A nudge came from beside you as Marlene grinned at you.

“His name’s Gerard Warbeck.” She whispered to you. “He’s supposedly related to the singer, Celestina Warbeck, you know?”

“Really? How old is he?”

“A few years older than us, I think he was in Ravenclaw.”

You didn’t say anything else but quickly averted your eyes as his attention flicked to you. Not wanting to look back at him if he was still staring at you, you kept your eyes firmly on Dumbledore who had began talking again.

Sirius watched as the man across from where you sat, trailed his eyes over you with a slight smile after he caught you staring at him. As his eyes moved to Sirius, he was met with a strong stare as Sirius glared him down.

He didn’t know what it was about the man, but Sirius didn’t like him. Something felt off and Sirius swore to himself it had absolutely nothing to do with the way he was admiring you just moments previously.

Between the two of you, you managed to make it though another month without any more slip ups. Guaranteed there were some close calls but your secret remained as such; a secret.

With Dumbledore sending more and more of you out on Order missions, it gave both Sirius and you the chance to have your flats to yourself if Marlene or Remus were called out.

The current order mission which you were now sat through was coming to an end as you sat with Marlene, Sirius and Lily.

“Hey,” the blonde whispered from beside you, “I’ve got a surprise for you after this, you’re going to be so proud of me.”

“I’m almost scared to ask what it is.”

“I got us a double date with your admirer and his friend.” Marlene grinned. “They wanna take us out Saturday night. What do you say?!”

“Um...” Your eyes flicked to the side casually where Sirius sat next to you, whispering to Lily on his other side. “I don’t think so.”

“What?” Marlene whispered back, a thoroughly confused expression on her face. “Why not? He’s been eye-flirting with you for weeks! Give me one good reason why you don’t want to go.”

You were suddenly very aware of Sirius’ arm around the back of your chair.

Presented with the situation months ago before Lily and James’ wedding, you would’ve jumped at the opportunity, yet you couldn’t help but feel happy with what you had with Sirius at the moment.

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel like it.”

“Well stop it, you’re coming with me to talk to him after the meetings finished, which looks like it’ll be soon. Moody always begins his ‘constant vigilance’ speech just before we wrap up.”

True to her word, the meeting ended soon after and before you knew what was happening, your roommate had grabbed your arm and yanked you across the room to face Gerard.

Throwing a panicked look behind you to Sirius and Lily, the former couldn’t help but feel uneasy as you approached your admirer.

“Hey, Gerard,” Marlene greeted him, “I thought I’d actually introduce you to your date for this Saturday?!”

“I was beginning to wonder if we would every actually talk,” he grinned at you. “I’m Gerard, but I’m now realising Marlene would’ve already told you that.”

“She maybe mentioned it.” You chuckled slightly. “I’m Y/N, though I think she’s already introduced me before I even met you.”

“That she did.”

Across the room, Sirius was scowling at the man who was currently talking to you. He didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

“Hey, who’s Y/N and Mar talking to?” He asked Lily.

“Oh, that’s Gerard Warbeck, apparently he’s taking out Y/N and Mar on a double date this weekend.”

“So, they’re going on a date with the guy?”

“Not both of them,” Lily laughed whist grabbing her jacket from the back of her seat, “Mar set up Y/N with him whilst he set Mar up with his mate.”

Lily and Sirius dropped the subject as Marlene and you arrived back to join them, Marlene looking a lot more excited than you did.

“Ready to go?” The blonde asked the small group, before Lily and her moved towards the door. Yet, Sirius and you didn’t budge.

“Hey, is Remus back from his mission with James yet?” You asked.

“Not yet, they’re due back tomorrow.”

“Think we could head over to yours for a bit? I think there’s something you should know.”

Sirius couldn’t help but scoff and roll his eyes at you slightly.

“Oh, is this about you, dating Warbeck?” Sirius asked grabbing his own jacket from the chair. “Because Lily already mentioned that and I’m absolutely fine with you going out with him. I mean, you and I, we’re just messing around, we’re nothing so.”

Sirius began to head towards the door before stopping when he realised you weren’t following him.

“I mean, I was going to tell you I was going to get out of it and reject him when Mar wasn’t around, but hey, if we’re just messing around, maybe I will go out with him.”

“Maybe you should.” Sirius shrugged as you pinned him with a look before your gaze shifted to the very man you were talking about.

“Hey, thought I could walk you out?” Gerard asked as he shot you a smile. Turning to Sirius, he held out a hand. “Hey, I’m Gerard.”

“Sirius.” Sirius hesitated for a split second before he moved to shake Gerard’s hand. He made sure to grip his hand tightly through the handshake, enough for Gerard to wince slightly before laughing it off.

“Strong grip you’ve got. Yeah I remember you from Hogwarts, you turned the teacher’s table into jelly that one time.”

“Yeah, that was one of our better ones.” Sirius nodded with a forced grin before turning to you. “I’ll catch you later.”

Without so much as another word, he turned and walked out the room leaving the two of you behind.

After Gerard had walked you out, he wished you goodbye before apparating away. Noticing all of your friends had already gone, you quickly did the same by apparating to the front door to your flat.

What you hadn’t expected however, was for Sirius to be leant against the wall outside.

“What are you doing here?”

“Are you really going to go out with him?”

You took a moment to study him before reaching into your jacket pocket to find your key.

“Well you and I are just messing around so I thought, why not mess around with him?”

Despite having your key out, you didn’t make a move to unlock your door or let yourself in. Partly because you were sure Marlene was already back and partly because you were interested in what Sirius had to say.

Running a hand through his hair, Sirius opened his mouth a few times to say something before stopping himself. Finally he had decided on something and stepped forward from the wall towards you.

“I mean, I don’t know if you’ve looked up the term ‘messing around’ in the dictionary lately but the definition is two friends, who care a lot about each other.” He shrugged one shoulder, taking another step closer to you as he rested his hands on your waist. “Who have amazing sex, and just want to spend more time together yanno?”

“Oh, really now?”

“Yep. But if you’ve got this new definition where it’s not that, I think that we should just stick with a definition we both know.” You couldn’t help the snort of laughter as Sirius wrapped his arms further around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “...Are we okay?”

“I guess so.” You smiled at him as one of his hands moved from your waist to cup your face.

“I just, I like what we’ve got going.” Sirius shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to lose that with you.”

“I like what we’ve got too.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “So... your place?”

Sirius never apparated the two of you away quicker.

You were laid out on your bed wearing the skimpiest underwear you owned as you waited for Sirius to floo in.

Marlene was due to be out visiting her family again which gave you both the perfect opportunity to use the flat whilst she wasn’t there. However, as your bedroom door opened with a slight knock, the person who walked in wasn’t Sirius by any means, but your blonde roommate.

With a shriek, Marlene covered her eyes as she quickly exited your room out into the living room.

“Y/N!” You quickly grabbed your dressing robe and wrapped it round you, following after her with a sheepish expression on your face. “What the hell!”

“I’m sorry! I was... taking a nap!”

“Since when do you take naps in that position!” Marlene stared at you for a moment before something clicked and she suddenly gasped. “Oh Merlin, please tell me you were waiting for a guy!”

“Yes. Yes!” You replied quickly, trying to think up something to tell the girl. “I’m seeing a guy!”

“Wait, I thought you turned down Gerard? Is it someone different?!” Marlene questioned.

“Yep, someone different! Completely different. Someone I met out.”

“Ohhh is he the cute one that works at the Ministry that we constantly bump into?!”

“Yep! Thats him!”

The blonde’s face suddenly lit up as she grinned at you widely.

“Oh Merlin, right, let me get out of your hair then! I’ll just grab my jacket real quick so you can get down to business!” Quickly heading to her room, she grabbed the closest jacket and started to head towards the fireplace. “But, when I get back, I want every detail and I mean every detail. Merlin knows my love life is as dry as Peter’s hair.”

The fireplace flushed with green light and as Marlene turned to send you a promiscuous look, which dropped as soon as she turned round to see Remus and James entering.

“Oh, it’s you, what are you guys doing here?”

“Lily sent us to pick up something from you girls. She said she left it in a box and you’d know what it was.” Remus shrugged as James made his way into your kitchen to grab something from your fridge.

Exchanging a look with Marlene, you both pulled a blank as you tried to remember if Lily had left anything round your flat.

“Do you have any idea as to what it was?” You asked.

“Something big and heavy which is why she sent us.” James grinned, biting into a large slice of cake.

“Are you sure?” Marlene snickered at the looks the two boys sent her.

The fireplace roared again and Sirius stepped out, a bottle of Firewhiskey in one hand and a bottle of whipped cream in the other. He grinned to himself before the expression fell from his face at the sight of the gathering in your living room.

You shot him a sheepish look as you covered yourself more with your robe, now feeling very aware you had not much on underneath it.

“Merlin, what are you doing here?” Marlene asked him, eyeing up the two bottles in his hands. “Running errands for Lily too?”

“Uh... no, I came to see if any of you wanted to drink?” Sirius said holding up the bottle of alcohol.

“And the cream?” Remus asked with a frown.

“Snack.” Sirius shrugged, squirting some of the whipped cream in his mouth.

“So Sirius, have you heard about Y/N’s secret boyfriend?” Lily asked him later that week.

After the incident where Marlene had walked in on you, it was a lot easier to explain certain things such as the hickeys on your neck after you alluded to seeing someone.

Marlene and you had also found out as to why Lily sent the boys to your flat to pick up something which wasn’t there. Apparently the two of them had been attempting to fix certain things around the cottage where Lily and James lived, which had started to drive the redhead mad. She then proceeded to send them on a wild goose chase just to get them out of her house for a while.

Currently, you were sat at Lily and James’ after they had invited the group round for dinner. Remus, James and Marlene were off discussing what ideas would be good for the spare room in their house. The blonde witch was playing the mediator between good and bad ideas much to Lily’s relief. This left you with Lily and Sirius downstairs, now having a conversation you weren’t sure the direction of.

“Uh, yeah, she might’ve mentioned him.” Sirius shrugged leaning back on the sofa, glancing towards you next to him as he took a sip of his alcohol.

“So, when are we going to meet the guy?” She turned the question to you as she got settled in the armchair. “You still haven’t even told me his name!”

“Well he’s really shy. I don’t think he’s up to meeting everyone yet.” You shrugged.

“I mean you don’t want to push him, right?” Sirius butted in with a nod which you mimicked.

“Exactly, you guys are a bit much sometimes.” You chuckled.

“Well I’ll be nice! I want to the meet this guy who’s the ‘best sex she’s ever had’!”

You swore under your breath as Sirius turned towards you with an enormous smirk on his face.

“Really?! The best sex she’d ever had?! That’s what you heard?!” He asked Lily before turning back to you. “You said that?!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, now skeptical at answering his question.

“I might’ve said that.” Sirius did nothing but laugh which you just rolled your eyes at before punching him lightly in the arm. “Why is that funny?”

“Because I’m very happy for him!” Sirius grinned before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “And you! You lucky dog!”

“You’re the dog.” You scowled.

Sirius’ laughter was loud enough to attract the other three down from upstairs, much to your annoyance. Marlene grinned as she took the other seat on the sofa you and Sirius shared.

“What’s got you laughing so hard?”

That only made Sirius laugh more.

“Can we please change the subject.” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, alright, kitten, I’ve actually got an Order question for you.” Sirius said as you leaned back into him.

“Go on.”

“If you have to sit through a meeting, does that mean your new secret boyfriend is better in bed than Gideon?”

“Sirius!” Marlene reached over to smack his arm before she turned her attention to you. “...Is he?”

“I think I’m going to respect the privacy of my new secret boyfriend.” You said just as James and Remus sat down on the other sofa.

Gideon was still slightly a sore subject for you. The breakup between you both was messy and despite the fact it happened months ago, you didn’t really want to talk to him or about him. The fact he also worked within the Order was difficult enough.

“Why?!” Sirius questioned with a smirk. “I mean if this guy was me, and it was me who had learned that it was me that was the best you’ve ever had, I’d be going like this.”

Slipping out from his place on the sofa, Sirius jumped onto Lily’s coffee table and proceeded to pull a few dance moves, much to the amusement of Marlene and James. Lily, however had immediately tried to get him off her table, while Remus wasn’t looking too happy about discussing his sister’s sex life. You just rolled your eyes, mildly annoyed at how much he was milking the fact.

After Lily managed to get Sirius down from her coffee table, he settled back into his spot next to you with a grin. You however, didn’t return it.

Later in the evening, you’d volunteered to grab some more wine from the kitchen when Sirius followed you.

“Hey, Remus is due out all day tomorrow so I have the flat all to myself.”

“So?”

“I just thought you’d like to book in some time with the best you’ve ever had.” Sirius grinned at you, taking the couple bottles of wine from you when you shoved them at his chest.

“You know what?” You turned to face him, “I’ll pass.”

“Why?” You at first did nothing but raise your eyebrows, before stepping back and badly mocked some of the dance moves he’d pulled in front of the group not too long ago. Sirius’ grin fell from his face as he took in your expression, realising he may’ve gone too far. “What’s your point?”

“Work it out, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the two bottles of wine from his grasp and walked back out to your group of friends.

You stayed mad at Sirius right through the next day. It was only when Marlene asked if you were annoyed with Sirius, you relented slightly on giving him the cold shoulder.

Not too long after, Dumbledore sent you a patronus to meet at Order headquarters. You didn’t expect to first, see Sirius arrive only moments later, or for the headmaster to give you a mission for only the two of you.

Apparently more magical activity was happening around Little Hangleton and Dumbledore wanted you both to go and scout it out. Quickly side-apparating, you both appeared in the little town and started to head towards the large house on the hill. It wasn’t until you were nearly at the front door before either one of you said anything.

“Okay okay, wait.” Sirius stopped you, reaching out for your arm and grabbing your attention. “Look, maybe I got carried away before, but there’s something you need to know. If I’m the best, it’s only because you made me the best.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not giving anyway any facial expressions as your stared at him.

“Keep talking.”

“When I’m with you, it’s something else entirely. Anyone else that I’ve been with before you is nothing in comparison, because when we’re together, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

The look you’d pinned him with began to soften which Sirius took as a good sign. Stepping closer, his hands cupped your face.

“Anytime I spend with you, when we’re together intimately or not, means so much to me that I can’t even put into words.”

Slowly you felt your resolve drop and forced out a roll of your eyes, purely just because you didn’t want him to get the impression you gave in too easily.

“...You’re such a sap.”

The two of you shared a grin as your hands raised to lay on his chest, grabbing his familiar leather jacket and tugged him closer.

Whilst the two of you had spent the last few moments making up, you both missed the movement behind you. It was only when Sirius’ eyes grew wide suddenly as he caught sight of the familiar face behind you, he moved to grab his wand, yet he wasn’t quick enough.

A flash of purple collided with your back as the chilling laughter of his cousin cackled through the air. Bellatrix grinned maliciously as her spell hit you, right before Sirius wrapped you in his arms and apparated the both of you away. He didn’t plan on sticking around much longer if Bellatrix was accompanied by anyone else. With you injured, he didn’t stand a good chance at taking them on alone.

Landing roughly in a heap with you still in his arms, he didn’t even register that he’d apparated straight back into your flat where Marlene and Lily were now standing, wands raised until they realised it was you.

Grasping his wand, Sirius quickly hovered it above your body.

“Rennervate.”

You didn’t wake.

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I’ve been trying to piece together a few things from your Twitter and Tumblr posts alike and still can’t make heads or tales of things, so would you mind helping out a FF & spideytorch noob? 1) what is currently happening with Johnny in the comics? (I’ve fallen head over heels for this guy, largely all your doing) 2) when’s the last time he and Peter have interacted, canon wise? (And do you think upcoming interactions are likely?) 3) your thoughts on if they’ll have him come out in the near future? (has that ‘biggest change to the fantastic four’ teaser come to pass yet?) Love all your content, thank you!

I'd say no problem but then I started thinking about this current run again and got a headache. But yes, I can do that to save you from reading it, because it is very largely not good.

So I don't think it's unfair to just flat out say the current Fantastic Four run is not very good, largely due to writer Dan Slott's efforts. Slott was previously on Amazing Spider-Man for 10 years, to mixed opinions, but a large portion of Spider-Man fandom, myself included, blames him near singlehandedly for the decline in quality of Spider-Man books over those ten years. I will say, in the interest of fairness, that Slott as a writer has an incredible fondness for the Spider-Man/Human Torch relationship, and that a lot of the recent teamups and interactions between them have been written or co-written by him. So it's all not all negative here. But in general, I personally find Slott's more recent comics (the last seven-ish years especially) to be badly plotted out, messily characterized disasters that feature characters written with all the emotion of a cardboard cutout. That's me putting it nicely.

To explain this fully, you have to understand the position Fantastic Four comics were in from the years 2015 through 2018, both in the fictional 616 universe and in the real publishing world. Following the 2015 Secret Wars event (great if you want some Johnny angst in the background of your plot), the Fantastic Four were disbanded -- Reed, Sue, and their many biological and found family children were presumed dead but in reality were remaking the multiverse, unable, for a reason that was never clearly defined, to reach home. Ben and Johnny were left on Earth. They had an unspecified falling out, likely due to Reed and Sue's absence, and went their separate ways -- Ben joined the Guardians of the Galaxy and went to space. Johnny was featured on both Inhumans and Avengers books. What's notable about this period is that it's the first time since 1961 that there was no Fantastic Four book being published by Marvel. Now the real world reason behind this is both complicated and extremely petty: Marvel really wanted the Fantastic Four film rights. Marvel denied this explanation at the time, stating that the reason was sales motivated, but it was a thoroughly flimsy excuse and Jonathan Hickman, writer of 2015's Secret Wars and overseer of the current X-Men plot, gave an interview saying the decision was film rights motivated. This decision kept the Fantastic Four books off the shelves for three years, up until the Disney-Fox merger, which secured the X-Men and Fantastic Four rights for Disney's Marvel Studios. Marvel then announced that the Fantastic Four book would be returning. So that's a little bit of background as to the precarious place the Fantastic Four currently occupy in the Marvel universe -- it's worth noting that this year is their 60th anniversary, and Marvel has done very little for it. Compare this to the X-Men, whose film rights Marvel also obtained during the Disney-Fox merger, and whose books are currently dominating the publishing lineup. The Fantastic Four definitely occupy an unpopular position, one Marvel themselves is at least partially responsible for forcing them into.

But to move back into the actual content of the book -- the readjustment period Slott wrote reintroducing the Fantastic Four into the Marvel universe can be described as clumsy, at best. It's never fully explained why Reed, Sue, and the kids couldn't return to Earth, something that was explored in Chip Zdarsky's 2017 Marvel Two-in-One, which featured Ben, Johnny, and Doom on a multiversal roadtrip to try and find their family and which I on the whole recommend, despite it having an awkward ending due to being cut short by Slott's announced Fantastic Four main title.

(Marvel Two-in-One 2017 #4)

Instead, the Fantastic Four return to a Marvel universe a little different than how they left it, with the Baxter Building -- formerly the offices of Parker Industries, the company Doc Ock started in Peter's body during Superior Spider-Man that Peter inherited after his defeat and then lost spectacularly when he trashed his own company to fight nazis (good for him) -- occupied by a different fantastic foursome in a plot that goes nowhere and does nothing. This is somewhat emblematic of the early days of Slott's run -- he introduces ideas that fail to go anywhere, including Johnny's rekindled relationship with his other best friend and former college roommate, Wyatt Wingfoot, who he was seen being very cuddly with in the early issues.

(FF 2018 #1) A small group of Fantastic Four fans have argued for a while that if Marvel was to have Johnny come out, a relationship with Wyatt would feel very natural -- they're already close, with Wyatt being an important Fantastic Four supporting character since the '60s. I have some further analysis here on the conspiracy theory that Johnny and Wyatt were supposed to be in relationship at the beginning of this run but that that plot was, for whatever reason, nixed. I don't know that I entirely believe this theory, for the record -- but I do think the pieces line up remarkably well.

Anyway, that didn't/hasn't yet happened, obviously. Slott instead for the most part put Johnny on the back burner for the beginning of his run, up until the Spyre arc, which I have reason to believe is the main story he pitched that he credits with securing him the Fantastic Four title. The Spyre arc suggests that the Fantastic Four's failed space exploration during which they got their powers wasn't just to beat the commies to the moon, as Lee and Kirby envisioned (simpler days), but to reach a specific planet outside of our galaxy. When the team sets out to conquer this mission, they arrive at the planet, but are quickly captured. The planet, they find out, operates like a soulmate AU -- everyone has a fated person that they are matched to via a gold armband. Reed and Sue are soulmates (and Ben is confined to an underground subterranean with the other monsters, because this is a Fantastic Four comic) while it's discovered! Shocker! That Johnny is actually the soulmate of the one the planet's inhabitants, a winged woman named Sky, with the suggestion that this is both why Johnny's previous relationships have never worked and why he loves space exploration -- he was just trying to get to his Soulmate TM.

(FF 2018 #15) "What's going on here? Where are my clothes?" As you can see, this didn't start off super great, with Johnny being separated from his family, stripped naked, and put in Sky's bed with a soulmate armband slapped on him. Did I mention they're only removable if your soulmate takes it off for you? And that Sky has consistently refused despite Johnny asking her to? Yeah. It's bad. (I think it's important to note Johnny's long history as a victim of assault plays into this narrative, whether or not Slott is personally holding that in mind while writing, which I don't believe he is. cw in the linked post for discussions of sexual assault.) There's an additional issue here in that Slott has a history of problematic writing regarding women of color, featuring characters he's created to act as love interests being oversexualized, infantilized, villainized, or some mix of all three, with two examples of this phenomena being Cindy Moon and Lian Tang, both of whom he introduced in quick succession in Amazing Spider-Man. Slott certainly didn't have to write Sky as manipulative or controlling towards Johnny, but that's what he chose to do, and that factors into the bigger picture of unfortunate themes in his writing.

Sky returns to Earth with the Fantastic Four despite Johnny appearing unenthused about the idea and initially generally reluctant to interact with her. Apparently they went on a few dates after this and kind of made up. I don't know because I stopped reading for about ten issues in there but I feel confident I missed very little. It's hard to talk about the Sky plot without referencing Johnny's previous interactions with a character named Lyja, a Skrull whose relationship to Johnny I have a long breakdown of here. It's doubly hard, because Lyja actually showed back up in Fantastic Four during this plot. Lyja's modus operandi has remained consistent throughout almost all of her appearances, which I guess makes sense, because she literally has no storylines that do not involve her being obsessed with Johnny, and this recent story isn't any different: Lyja shows up, Lyja disguises herself as another woman in Johnny's life to get close to Johnny, Lyja gets caught and claims it was all fine because she did it for love. This time she disguised herself as Sky.

(FF 2018 #32) Not gonna lie, kind of proud of him for this one. That's one of my problems with Slott -- very occasionally, he busts out good moments, only to undermine them with the rest of his narrative.

In the same issue, Alicia Masters, the first woman Lyja impersonated in order to get close to Johnny, uses her supervillain stepfather's radioactive clay to control Lyja's mind and send her back to space, and I do think she utilized girl power when she did this. Johnny, left reeling after Lyja's latest attempts to trick him into a relationship, ends this issue by sleeping with Victorious, Dr. Doom's right hand woman.

I know she pegged him. I know it. This scene was a little controversial in Johnny fandom, because a lot of people viewed it as Johnny cheating on Sky and thought that that action was out of character for Johnny. I'm personally of a little different opinion, which is that regardless of whether or not you view Johnny and Sky in a committed enough relationship that Johnny's tryst would count as infidelity when all Johnny and Sky are bound by are magic plot soulmate bracelets, I think Lyja's involvement changes things significantly when it comes to Johnny's characterization. All of Johnny's "playboy" periods, if we can call them that, coincide directly with Lyja having been in and then left his life again, which I think makes a certain amount of sense -- it's Johnny trying to wrest control back after a situation where he had none. None of this is explicitly canon, I have to note, but sometimes in comics you have to do the work yourself. So I think this is a case of something being accidentally extremely in character that Slott accidentally stumbled into because he had these love triangles in mind, not because he put a lot of thought into it.

Speaking of love triangles! Johnny sleeping with Victorious gets more complicated when Dr. Doom announces his intent to marry Victorious -- not because he has any romantic interest in her (this engagement caused a lot of uproar in Fantastic Four because Victorious had been previously referred to as being like Doom's adopted daughter) but in order to install her as Latverian regent in his absence. I'm not going to lie, I love a political wedding. Victorious, for some reason, thinks Doom will be deeply upset that she slept with some closeted blond twink and the member of the Fantastic Four he views least as an enemy and more as an annoyance. Johnny, who Sky is currently not talking to because she "felt" him sleeping with Victorious through their magic plot soulmate bracelets, also feels nervous about Doom finding out about this, which I guess is slightly more valid. Anyway, for some completely ridiculous reason, Victorious decides the best time to tell Doom about this little indiscretion is when they're standing at the altar, which coincidentally the Fantastic Four are also standing at, because Doom asked Reed to be his best man in a not at all homoerotic little setup involving midnight swordfighting and Reed slipping Doom's emerald ring onto his own finger. Sorry to sidetrack into DoomReed territory here but it's just like. It's just a lot.

(FF 2018 #33) Also, Ben walked the bride down the aisle. :,) Look at his gigantic hand.

Anyway then Doom decides he's going to kill everyone in a completely reasonable and not at all overblown reaction to Johnny and Zora having what was most likely both disappointing for Zora and weepy for Johnny sex. And that brings us up to where Fantastic Four comics left us yesterday -- in answer to your "big change" question, that's most likely coming up in the next issue, so it hasn't come to pass yet.

Having gotten all that out of the way -- the last time Johnny and Peter interacted canon-wise was in the recent Empyre Fallout Fantastic Four, at the end of the Empyre event:

It was cute! Slott does right good interactions between them. This is possibly the Stockholm Syndrome talking. I don't know if more interactions are likely imminent -- the Empyre event was fairly recent. On the other hand, Slott does like writing interactions between them. So I'd give it about a 50/50 shot. I was skimming the letter page in the latest issue and someone wrote in asking if Peter was likely to appear in the pages of Fantastic Four again any time soon, so there is definitely a demand.

As for Johnny coming out -- I don't know. It's not a call I feel comfortable making at this moment, which I guess means I wouldn't bet money on it. I'd like to say yes, especially because I think Slott set up, whether that was his intention or more likely not, several good places in his run where Johnny could have come out. The beginning, when he's implied to be living with Wyatt again and where he and Wyatt are paralleled against Ben and Alicia. Ben's bachelor party, where Johnny laments not finding the right person -- specifically person and not woman -- and where Ben tells him to "be brave, Johnny Storm." And the soulmate planet plot, where I think could have had a very different and much better ending if Johnny had told Sky that she couldn't be his romantic soulmate, because he knows he wants to be with a man. But those are just places that I think would have made good opportunities for a coming out story. Instead, Johnny's been involved (dubiously) with three different women over the space of the last 10 issues, which is more heterosexuality at one time than he's been confronted with in the last 60 years. So my thoughts are still that it's going to happen eventually, but quite possibly not anytime soon.

Hope that helps! And that my incredibly long answer about what's currently going on with Johnny in comics sheds some light on things!

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Girlfriend

Pairing- Maknae Line x Named Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Includes- pussy eating, cum eating, two tongued pussy eating, maknaes finger reader at same time, from behind, reverse riding, standing sex, Dom Jimin, sub Tae, Sub Jungkook, tag teaming, Foursome, Multiple Orgasms for all, cum everywhere, fluff, I can't even describe some of the filth I wrote

"Fuck Jimin", I moan, "Please I want it"

He stops licking and laughs, "Not yet baby"

"But I want it", I whine

He licks once, my body shivering

"If you're gonna whine"

Another lick

"I'll stop"

His tongue flicks my clit

"Fuck", I yell, "Don't stop Jimin"

"You gonna stop whining?"

Fuck me, he's driving me insane

"Yes Jimin"

"Good girl"

His tongue starts licking, working me up

"God"

His fucking tongue is fucking amazing. He's licking right by my entrance, all around, swirling his tongue. I just want him to put his tongue inside but he's teasing me and making me wait

I know the second he does, I'm gonna cum. And I want it so much. And he fucking knows it. He's such a little shit. My hand slides in his hair, pulling hard, holding him against me so he can't stop

"Baby girl wants to cum bad huh?", he asks

"Yes baby"

The door to his room bursts open

"What the fuck Jimin? You said you were gonna be quick. I'm waiting for her!", Jungkook yells

"Fuck off", Jimin answers, stopping and looking over his shoulder

"No you need to fucking hurry up, she came for me today not you."

Jimin shrugs

"What's going on?", Tae asks walking in

Oh my god, seriously? They need to shut up so Jimin can finish

"Jimin stole Joanne and he's taking so fucking long!", Jungkook complains

"Oh yeah? She was gonna come later for me", Tae answers

"No fuck you, you have to wait", Jungkook argues

"Can you stop being such a baby?", Jimin asks

"I want to spend time with my girlfriend!", Jungkook yells

"She's my girlfriend too!", Jimin shouts back

"Hey she's also mine remember?", Tae argues

They start arguing and I'm getting pissed off

"Shut the fuck up!", I yell

Their heads snap to me

"I don't give a fuck right now. One of you needs to make me cum right now!"

"Me!", Jungkook yells

"Fuck off. I'm doing it", Jimin argues

"I want to"

That's it. I pull Jimin's head back against my pussy and he immediately starts licking again

"Fuck yes", I moan

He gets me ready in under a minute. I want it so bad

"You want it baby?", he teases

"Yes, yes!"

He licks around again, then slides his tongue inside my pussy. Finally. The feeling of his tongue going in makes me snap and I scream loudly, coming so hard

"JIMIN fuck Jimin"

God it feels so good

"Fuck baby, I love the way you taste"

Fuck. Suddenly Jimin is pulled away and I feel a new tongue. No wait. Two tongues. Lifting my head, I see Jungkook and Tae pushing each other, licking me

"Move", Tae yells

"No. My turn. I'm next", Jungkook shouts

"Fucking share you crazies", Jimin says

I feel one tongue working my clit, while the other licks my pussy

"Oh my god!", I yell

Jimin comes over, take my nipple in his mouth, sucking

Pleasure floods ever single cell of my body. Three different tongues all over my body feels so good. I don't know where to concentrate

I feel a finger slide inside and a few seconds later another one

"Wha?", I moan

"This is me baby", Jungkook says, moving his finger

"Me", Tae says, moving his too

"And me", Jimin says, sliding one of his in too

"Fuck"

They all start moving their fingers in and out and the same time. How? I mean I know they're in sync when they dance but this is crazy

"Good baby?", Tae asks

"Yyyy...yes Tae"

Jimin goes back to sucking my nipple, while Tae and Jungkook's tongues run all over my clit. They keep moving their fingers together and it feels fucking incredible. I can't fucking believe how good this is, how much pleasure I'm feeling

"Fuck baby's gonna cum", Jungkook moans

"Yeah I feel her", Tae answers

"Be a good girl Jo", Jimin says

Fuck. Jimin likes to take over when we're all together and it's such a turn on Pleasure takes over, running all over me when I orgasm

"Yes fuck yes!", I scream squeezing their fingers tightly

As soon as I finished, I'm pulled up on my feet Jimin turns me, leaning me back on him. I feel his hard chest against my back, his hard on pressing against me. Tae stands in front of me, lifts my leg around him, sliding inside

"Tae!"

I don't even know when he got all his clothes off. Tae starts slamming inside with Jimin holding me against him. Pleasure runs everywhere. Jimin tilts my head on his shoulder, starting to kiss my neck

"Baby fuck I love your pussy baby", Tae moans

"Ahhh", I cry out

Jimin slides his hand down my body to my clit and starts playing Fuck

"Fuck she just soaked my cock", Tae groans

Tae slams in my spot, making me cum instantly

"Fuck Tae!", I scream

"Yes Jo. Yes. Oh my fuck, it feels so good"

Tae moves so his head is still in, sliding in and out. I know what he wants. Tae is different from other guys. He loves when I cum on his head

He likes when I do it on his whole cock too but coming on his head makes him cum automatically. He's really sensitive there. He does whatever I want so I do this for him any time he wants. It still feels so good

I'm breathing hard while he builds up another orgasm in me

"Pleae baby. I need it. I want to cum so bad baby", Tae whines

"Yeah Tae", I answer

"Please Jo, cum on my head baby", he begs

I'm almost there

"Be a good girl Jo. He's asking you for it. Cum on Tae's head baby", Jimin whispers in my ear

Jesus. The next time Tae moves in, I tighten on his head, coming on him like he wants

"TAEHYUNG!", I scream

"Yes fuck!", Tae shouts, coming too

I feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thighs and legs. I don't care, I love it. When Tae pulls out, Jimin moves me back on the bed on my hands and knees. I feel him push in, starting to fuck me hard and fast automatically

Goddamn. Sex with Jimin is always fucking amazing. Not that its not with Tae or Jungkook but Jimin is different. He always goes hard, rough and wild, while always being dominate over me. I fucking love it

"Baby loves my cock huh?", he asks

"Yes, Jimin, you know I do"

"I know baby, I like hearing you say it"

"Jo", Jungkook says, kneeling in front of me, his cock in my face

"Yeah Kookie? Baby boy want his cock sucked?", I teased

He nods coming closer. I lick up his length, making him shiver. I move my tongue quickly on the underside of his head

"Jo", he moans

Putting my lips around his head, I suck lightly

"Fuck baby"

I spend a few minutes teasing him, sucking hard on his head, then changing speeds to suck softly. Jimin stops moving. I let go of Jungkook, looking behind my shoulder

"Suck Kookie's cock baby. Don't tease him so much. You know he can't take it"

I nod

"And while you do that, I want you to fuck my cock hard."

"What?", I ask surprised

That's going to be so hard

"Yeah baby. I want to watch you fuck me. I want to watch you make yourself cum using my cock however you want."

"I...I.."

"If you don't, I won't let you cum again"

No. No I want to

"Ok Jimin. I'll do it baby.", I agree

"Good girl"

I start moving back and forth on Jimin cock The feeling of his rock hard cock sliding in and out is fucking amazing

I get a good momentum going, making his cock hit my spot hard over and over. Then I pull Jungkook closer to me, sliding his cock in my mouth. He goes in deep, down my throat. I suck on him, listening to his moan. My head bobs up and down his shaft, my tongue licking him all over

"Baby, I...I need to fuck your mouth. Please", he begs

I nod. He puts his hand in my hair snapping his hips, his cock hitting the back of my mouth and going down. It doesn't hurt. It feels good

I love the feel of his cock going in and out of my throat. Meanwhile Jimin's cock is hitting all the right spots. I slam back on him, an orgasm taking over. I feel my body shaking, screaming on Jungkooks cock

"Yes baby, fuck. You're cum on me is the best thing I've ever seen", Jimin moans

Jimin pulls out, putting his fingers inside. I get off Jungkook's cock and look back at Jimin. He pulls his fingers out, sliding them in his mouth and sucking. He stares right in my eyes while he does it Fuck, I just got horny again

"Tastes so good", he smirks at me

He puts his fingers back in, licking my cum off them again

"I can't get enough baby. You're my favorite thing to eat"

Christ he's so hot

"I'm going to fuck you so hard and make you cum on my cock over and over"

"Ooo...ok", I agree

"Be a good girl and suck Jungkook until he cums", he orders

"Ok", I repeat

Turning back to Jungkook, he goes back in my open mouth. This time when he grabs my hair, he moves my head up and down his cock. Suddenly I'm being fucked so hard

"I fucking love your tight pussy baby.", Jimin moans, "I always want to be in you"

Pleasure explodes all over me. I want to moan but I can't with Jungkook in my mouth

"Tae, come here", Jimin orders him

I hear him tell Tae something but I can't hear him. I feel Tae move under me. Then I feel even more pleasure when Tae starts sucking on my clit. My hands twist in the sheets from the fucking pleasure

"You like Tae sucking on you while I fuck you baby?", Jimin asks

I nod rapidly. Fuck yes I love it. Tae licks my clit in the same spot over and over, driving me crazy. Jimin hits my spot so fucking hard, I explode again without any warning. I scream on Jungkook again, my arms shaking, trying to hold myself up

I pull back on Jungkook until Jimin orders, "Stay on Kookie's cock"

I listen and slide back on him, sucking. A few more thrusts have me coming again. And Jungkook cums at the same time. I'm moaning, just feeling the orgasm run though my body

"Swallow Kookie's cum baby. All of it"

I swallow on his cock, making Jungkook yell, "Oh fuck. Oh shit"

His cum slides down my throat as I keep swallowing. When I'm done, Jungkook and Jimin pull out and I'm flipped on my back

"Open your legs", Jimin demands

I open them letting Jimin back in

"Good girl", he says, pounding in me

Pleasure takes over and my brain shuts off I can't think, I can only feel. And the feeling is incredible. I'm so sensitive, he gets me right there in just a few thrusts

"Cum on my cock now"

He snaps his hips, causing a massive orgasm

"JIMIN, FUCK, JIMIN!", I scream

"Again", he demands

I can't take it. It feels too goodI bury my hands in my hair, just screaming. I can't form words anymore. My nerves are on fire when I cum again

"More"

He rams hard and I clench his cock so tightly. My back arches off the bed, my hands twisting the sheets, waves of ecstacy hitting me over and over

"Fuck JOANNE fuck", Jimin yells, coming, pleasure all over his face

He pulls out, laying next to me I can't move. I'm so hot and sweating so much, trying to breath but it's hard. I just lay there for a few minutes, resting and getting my breathing and heartbeat back to normal

"Baby", I hear Jungkook calling

I move my head, finding his eyes with mine

"Yeah Kookie?"

"I...I need you. I need you on my cock. Please", he asks

He's so cute with the way he's asking

"Yeah Kookie. Gimme a second?"

He nods. I manage to get up and move to Jungkook. He's half laying, half sitting against the headboard of the bed. He motions for me to go to him. He maneuvers me, so I'm laying on him, my back to his chest

He opens my legs, putting them around his. Lifting me by my hips, he slides me on his cock until he's all in. I sigh happily. Jungkook is the one who fits inside me perfectly. His cock is always touching all the right places without him even moving. And when he does move, fuck me, it's so pleasurable

He stays inside, putting his fingers on my clit, rubbing it

"Mmmmm", I moan

"Soak my cock baby. I want you so wet before I fuck you"

Jesus. I don't know how but I'm still fucking horny I still want to cum more even after Jimin. I feel myself getting drenched from his fingers playing with me

"Good girl. Can you cum on my cock if I keep touching you?", he asks

I nod. He keeps moving his fingers, kissing my neck and shoulders

"I want my baby to feel good. I can make you feel good too baby"

"I know Kookie. You always do"

Turning my head, I kiss him, sliding my tongue in his mouth. I put my arm up and around his neck, keeping him on my lips. I just want to kiss him. His other arms goes around across my stomach, holding me. He keeps playing with my clit and I feel an orgasm coming

"Yeah baby. I feel you", he says, then kissing me again

"Kookie oh Kookie", I moan feeling so good, coming on him

"So good", he groans, kissing my shoulder again, "Stay tight on me baby. Please"

"Anything you want Kookie", I answer

He smiles at me, "I love you Jo"

"I love you Kookie", I answer

He moves his hand away, starting to thrust up. He moves harder each time he slide back in

"Kookie, you feel so good", I whimper

"You feel better baby. So tight, so wet. So fucking warm. I love being in you"

I kiss him again, loving his lips on mine. I feel more pleasure focusing on my clit. Pulling away from Jungkook's lips, I look in front of me. Tae is there, biting his lip looking down

He's sliding his head against my clit, the underside touching me. The place where he loves

"Baby", Tae moans

God he feels good too. I'm feeling so much pleasure between Jungkook moving inside and Tae rubbing against me. Moaning loudly, I just let the intense pleasure run through me

Jimin comes over, his hand on his cock, jerking off. Leaning down he licks my nipple then starts sucking on it

"Baby, Jo", Jimin moans

I watch him move to my pussy, still jerking off

"Fuck fuck", he yells

He moves closer and I feel his warm cum on my clit when Tae slides down

"Fuck Jimin", I whimper

Tae just slides back up, his head rubbing me and spreading Jimin's cum everywhere at the same time. Tae slides faster on me, making the pleasure more intense than before

"Harder Kookie", I ask

He listens and pounds in harder. Tae moves again, making my legs shake as I climax again. I lean my head against Jungkook's shoulder, yelling.

"Baby, I'm gonna...", Tae moans

"Yes Tae. Yes"

"Fuck", he says when he cums on my clit too

"Fuck baby. You're pussy is covered in cum", he says when he finishes

I smirk, "Yeah? I like it"

"Jesus. You're amazing Jo"

I just smile at him. Jungkook slams up harder, making me yelp

"You want my cum on your pussy too?", Jungkook asks

"No baby. I want yours inside me"

He moans, "Ok baby"

I feel another orgasm coming. I want it so much

"More Kookie. More", I beg

He slams in my spot

"Fuck there Kookie. There!"

"I'll give it to you there baby", he answers, concentrating on hitting my spot

"Kookie, Kookie, fuck JUNGKOOK", I scream, my vision going white as I cum

"JOANNE oh baby, baby", he yells, holding me on him, coming inside like I want him to

When we both finish, I move off him, laying next to him on my back. He pulls me in his arms, holding me against him

I close my eyes, feeling so tired. And so sleepy

"Tired baby? You wanna nap?", Jungkook asks

I nod

"Ok Jo. I'll stay with you"

"Ok Kookie"

He cuddles into my side, his arms around me

I feel someone lay on my stomach, their arms around me

I know it's Tae

He loves laying there

He kisses my stomach, "I love you Joanne."

Running my fingers in his hair, I answer, "I love you Tae"

I'm just about to fall asleep, when I feel Jimin's head on my shoulder, getting as close to me as he can without waking up Tae

"I love you too Jo. You know that right? I know I don't say it as often as Tae or Kookie but I love you so much"

I smile at him, "I know Jiminie. I love you so much too. Don't forget"

"Never Jo. I'll never forget"

Leaning in, his lips brush against mine, then he lays back on my shoulder

Closing my eyes, I fall asleep with my three boyfriends, feeling so happy.

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