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touch me here (sugar daddy h)

the final fall/halloween-themed blurb !!!! thank you so much to everyone who read, reblogged, liked etc etc etc any of the writing I put out this month. it was definitely a challenge to post twice a week but I'm so happy to be rounding it out with this reader's choice blurb :))))

in which mia and harry celebrate halloween at a sex club, things get spicy, and harry realizes something big

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: smut (exhibitionism, dirty talk, cum play, voyeurism, daddy kink, a tiny bit of degradation and impact play if you squint, description of facials/multiple partners in a mmf threesome)

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"You wanna go where?"

In Harry's classic, slightly annoying way, he lets out a cackle before taking a sip of his wine. Mia's jaw is still slack, a look of confusion and shock clearly etched on her face. She's not sure why her boyfriend isn't more surprised that his suggestion elicited this type of reaction, but part of her assumes he's just messing with her for his own weird entertainment.

"A sex club," he shrugs nonchalantly, and Mia wishes he would spill his wine on the crisp button down he wore to work today, "I've gone a couple of times and I like it. They're throwing some sort of Halloween event, figured it could be fun."

"You've gone?"

He nods, "Yeah, before we met, of course. There's no pressure, it's all anonymous. Since we don't have any plans for Halloween—"

"I told you Rena is throwing a party—"

"And I'm not going to a student-thrown party," he says through furrowed brows as Mia's shoulders deflate, "This could be something fun. Different."

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she attempts to conceptualize it, but she doesn't know the first thing about sex clubs, so it's difficult to even imagine what it would be like. Harry can tell her anxiety is quickly growing so he sets his glass down on the coffee table and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

"We don't have to, baby. It was just an idea. No pressure."

"I just... what is it like?" she asks softly, and his eyes widen slightly at her piqued interest.

"It's intense, but also laidback if that makes sense," he says, his throat bobbing as he swallows, "You can watch or you can partake, or you can just sit and talk to people. You get a wristband if you're not interested in chatting with strangers or joining certain... situations. So, we would both wear them since we'd go together."

She nods, and he continues when she doesn't outwardly reject the idea.

"There's lockers when you come in so you can lock your phone up, so no one will ever be able to take pictures or videos or anything," he murmurs, moving his hand up to her hip, "It's... my experiences have all been very good."

Mia rolls her lips into her mouth, her core fluttering as she thinks about what Harry might have done at this mysterious club. She knows he would tell her if she asked, but she imagines him pressed between bodies, kisses sloppy with spit, him being the mean dominant she adores him to be — all as people watch on, wishing they could be lucky enough to touch him. It makes her skin pebble with goosebumps, a shudder traveling down her spine.

"Yeah, okay," she says breathily, and Harry takes notice of the way she's squeezing her thighs together, "We can do that."

. . .

Mia thinks she may ask Harry to dress up as a greaser once a week.

She can't stop grazing over the sharpness of his jawline and his newly colored hair (courtesy of some messy temporary black dye that will surely take him weeks to rinse out of his shower). His biceps are bulging beneath the formfitting tank top he's wearing, forcing her to take another sip of her Halloween-themed drink so she didn't say something stupid about how hot he looks.

Much to Mia's surprise, the sex club she and Harry went to tonight is actually... nice. She knew he would never attend, let alone take her somewhere, unsafe or gross, but in her mind, she built it up to be more akin to a strip club of some sorts. This is anything but — they signed in at the front, provided official identification to ensure they weren't minors or had criminal backgrounds, and even had to have STI testing done within the week to prove they were both clean. After that, they locked up their phones and any other technology they had on their persons; Mia swallowing nervously when she realized this was technically when she was supposed to take off her clothes to reveal the costume — or lack thereof, really — she wore tonight.

She didn't give Harry much an inkling prior to getting here, instead just telling him that she had everything figured out. In reality, once they decided on their Halloween plans, she took to Pinterest to find costumes she could wear a set of lingerie for, eventually settling on some sort of sexy bat. It was a poor excuse for Halloween, but Harry's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she disrobed, revealing a velvet black bodysuit, a leather harness strapped over her torso, and a lacy collar around her neck to resemble bat ears.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he muttered, pushing her up against the cool lockers, his thumbs digging into her hipbones, "Or you just want me to kill every person who looks at you in there."

She'd just smirked cheekily and slipped out of his grasp.

Which, all of that being said, is how they ended up here.

They both wore red bracelets around their wrists, signifying that they're not open to anyone else joining. They hadn't really discussed what their plans were for the night, instead just agreeing that they'd do whatever made them most comfortable, even if that meant just renting a room upstairs to be in private. However, Mia didn't expect to sit on the sidelines next to Harry, his hand wrapped protectively over her stocking-clad thigh, as they watch a beautiful blonde girl deep throat two guys.

"Are you doing alright?" Harry asks, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know it's intense. We can leave at any time."

Instead, she just nods, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth. "No, I... I like it. I'm okay."

He smirks, his fingers dancing along the inside of her thigh. "Is this turning you on, sweetheart?"

Again, she nods, her eyes glued to the slight bulge in the girl's throat from sucking one of the men off.

"Do you want to go upstairs so I can touch this pretty pussy?"

Mia swallows and tears her gaze away from the show in front of them. She wraps her hand around his wrist and gently pushes it closer to her core, panting slightly as she watches the cogs turn in his brain.

"You want me to touch you here?" he asks through raised eyebrows, "Are y'sure baby? There's no pressure just because other people are doing that."

He's right, there's a few other couplings and trios on the side also watching, touching themselves or the people they're with. Realistically, though, it's the only reason why she feels comfortable enough to request this from him, knowing that she likely won't be the object of anyone's affection.

"If you want to," she breathes out, "We can go upstairs if you'd prefer— I'm fine with whatever."

Harry chuckles. "I'm perfectly okay with showing off daddy's sweet pussy knowing that no one else can get a taste."

She shudders at that, her eyes fluttering closed as he uses featherlight strokes to brush over the covered clit.

"But you know the safe word, hm?" he asks, pressing a kiss to her temple, "Any time, we're done."

"Yes, daddy."

He lets out a groan and gently pulls her into his lap, spreading her thighs over his own. He makes quick work to push her bodysuit out of the way, revealing her glistening lips to the room, her hole already pulsating just at the thought of being so open. She can feel his erection pressing into her back, wanting nothing more to twist her body around so she can bounce on his cock, but the thought is too nerve-wracking for her to take action.

She sighs out in relief when he begins to run his fingertips over her clit, lulling her head back against his shoulder. He smiles gently and kisses her hair, his chest vibrating as he speaks lowly into her ear.

"Do you like watching them?"

She nods, biting her lip. "She's pretty."

"Yeah?" he smirks, "Do you like being watched?"

"'s fun. Like knowing people can see." she murmurs. He winds his other arm around her waist and tugs at the harness around her chest, a gasp leaving her mouth.

"I like this. Did you wear it for them or for me?"

"You, daddy."

Harry hums and moves his hand up to her mouth, plucking at her bottom lip. She gets the hint immediately and unhinges her jaw, allowing him to sink his thumb inside. She sucks greedily and he pushes a finger into her pulsating hole, the sound of her moan muffled.

"There you go, baby," he grunts as she grinds her hips lightly, the friction going straight to his plumping length. "Just take it like the good girl you are, hm?"

Her walls clench around his finger, the praise going straight to her pussy. With a smirk, he begins to thumb at her clit, rubbing small circles into the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," she whimpers. He's pumping steadily and she swears she can feel her arousal dripping down to Harry's pants as she watches one of the men finish on the blonde girl's face. With her eyes flutter back open, streaks of cum dripping over the apples of her cheeks and down to her mouth, Mia gasps. Harry realizes it at the same time, her hips stalling — the main event of the show, the girl in the middle of the room, is staring straight at them.

He knows being directly under the gaze of someone may make her uncomfortable so he pauses, giving her the opportunity to murmur out her safe word. He's half expecting her to, but instead, she grinds down against his cock, hand wrapped around his wrist to tug at her harness again.

"Keep going."

The girl's eyes are still on Mia as she takes to working on the other man's length, cum still dripping down her features. He glances down to look at her, and he smirks devilishly when he sees that she's gazing right back at her.

"You like her watching you?" Harry asks, dipping down to take her earlobe between his teeth. She nods eagerly and he pushes a second finger inside, her eyes rolling back slightly.

"Naughty fuckin' girl," he mutters, "She's staring at your pretty little pussy, baby. Watching it gush around my fingers."

"Oh my god."

Her limbs are jelly under his touch, the dirty phrases he's whispering into her ear just pushing her further and further to the end of her rope. It's all so much, but she loves it — loves the way he knows how to wind her body up perfectly, two fingers knuckle deep with his thumb pressing circles into her sensitive clit, murmuring reminders to keep looking at the girl so she watches her come.

When the second man explodes into her mouth, drips of cum from both loads drooling out the sides of her mouth, it's what finally sends Mia over the edge. Her legs shake and her walls throb as Harry works her through her orgasm, a look of pride painted over his features as he watches her.

"There's my pretty girl," he purrs, the squelching between her legs making Mia tremble, "Came all over daddy's fingers like the little slut you are, hm? Open up, want you to taste yourself."

Through hazy eyes, she does as she's told, dropping her mouth open so he can shove his fingers inside. She sucks eagerly despite her tired demeanor, licking off every drop of her arousal. Harry smirks and kisses her temple, using his other hand to brush her hair behind her back.

"Good girl. Did so good for me."

She smiles lazily up at him and his smirk morphs to a grin as she presses a soft kiss to his lips.

"That was fun." she mumbles against him. He nods, running his fingertips down her spine comfortingly. "Can I do you now?"

He chuckles lightly at her enthusiasm, "Think we've given people enough of a show tonight, sweetheart. Kinda wanna just take you home and soak in the bath."

Her eyes light up at that and it makes Harry's heart squeeze inside his chest.

"Really?"

"Course," he answers easily, "Even bought us a Halloween-themed bath bomb. Figured it would be fun to try."

"You're perfect." Mia murmurs between kisses to each of his cheeks, a laugh reverberating from his chest.

"I just made you cum in a sex club and that's what makes me perfect?"

"Mhm," she nods, fixing her bodysuit so her bottom half is covered back up. She carefully gets off of Harry's lap and steps in front of him, reaching out for his hands. "C'mon, I miss the heated floors in your bathroom."

Harry cackles loudly at that and follows her into the locker room, where they grab their phones and Mia puts her dress back on, covering the lingerie she'd worn for the night.

He won't tell her tonight, not wanting to fog the existing intimacy of the evening, but he knows for a fact as they wait for an Uber outside the club, bundled up together while she babbles on about how much she loves his heated floors: He's undoubtedly in love with the girl wrapped up in his arms.

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cattynamie · 3 months

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How they admitted their feelings for you!~

Characters! : Idia Shroud, Leona Kingscholar.

Author's note : This is the first time for me writing all these characters! (And in general ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙) So please bear with me in case I make some mischaracterizations (is that how you write that? Probably not) accidentally, any notes or positive criticism will be very well welcomed <3

Warnings : Just SFW, everyone is allowed to read freely!! Also the reader is a third-year with no pronouns (as far as I'm aware) one mention of grim But!! The reader can or can not be Yuu! The choice is up to you (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Idia shroud.

"A-A WHAT!?"

You didn't even speak to him in person; what you did was worse. (For him)

You've been wanting to know Idia Shroud better as soon as you found out (Ortho might or might not have gave you a hint on how his older brother feels about you, *cough cough*) that THE Idia shroud was...."kind of" into you.

¿Did you knew? No. ¿Did Idia gave you certain signals to make you realize? Yes.

But... The thing is, Idia's signals are very.... Ermmm... Inefficient.

Of course, you've got to give it to him that he makes an effort to "talk" to you. (He's doing it once a week through his tablet.)

And the one time your phone broke (courtesy of Grim who wanted to look for good tuna brands online.) Idia personally made sure to fix AND put new features into it. (bro's acting as if he didn't use this as a chance to register his number into your phone.)

And suddenly, you're getting messages from this unknown number??? Oh, they're- okay.qq they're asking you if you have an certain RPG game? (Idia knows that you already do, he checked himself) Which is might creepy, if I may say...

Oh, but soon enough, you found out that it's Idia! So it's okay. Just don't ask him how he got your number.

And since you already knew he liked you and you may or may not have a slight liking for him too, you decided to spend some "quality time" (you're both staying up late to play together) with Idia.

So the following weeks after classes, you both have been playing this one game together from the start, leveling up at the same time and finding about the story together. (Idia has already finished the game at least two times but created a whole new account just to be at your level ;))

And he's so..... Different? Sometimes you wonder if he's being impersonated... But to your doubts, he gets confident enough (with a LOT of hyping himself up and from his brother) to ask you if you want to phone call while you play. (Bro just starts dumping the whole FNAF lore to you as you both play)

You two have spent HOURS playing together on a daily basis, and as Idia becomes more and more comfortable talking to you, (to the point where he talks and THEN thinks) He accidentally admits that he likes you. How??? Well, you just had to get on his nerves.

There was this one part of the game that, no matter what, you simply couldn't get through. Which made Idia ANXIOUS because he wanted to get to the exciting part quickly, (just to see how you would react to it) but he still waited for you like he lovesick loser he is.

In your defense, you tried EVERYTHING. Watching YouTube gameplays, following the game's instructions, following IDIA'S instructions... You just... Couldn't do it.

And you got into Idia's NERVES. You could practically see how his character was fuming with anticipation too.

"Ugh... How did I manage to like a normie like you...." (Was the last sentence you heard from him before he disappeared for DAYS)

"You... You what?"

Idia has NEVER logged off so fast in his LIFE.

Bro practically ghosted you after that 💀💀.

No matter how many messages you sent on a daily basis, or how you tried to approach his floating tablet, or EVEN when you tried to go to his room, he had guards everywhere to make sure that you didn't get closer. (They politely scorted you out everytime you tried to sneak in <3) He would always get away from you to avoid any kind of confrontation.

So you just did what you had to do.

Knowing Idia had cameras EVERYWHERE on NRC, you had to memorize the spots so he couldn't see you while trying to reach his tablet. Not to mention you also memorized the days he "does" attend to classes and when he does not.

You decided that THIS was the day where you finally confront Idia about it.

So, after a lot of planning and before hand practice, (Extra laps on Vargas's class.)

You skipped a whole potionlongy class (Wich Crewel was, in fact, NOT happy about) Just to make your plan work. And as Idia was rushing out of his classroom in his tablet, you practically TACKLE IT with the strength you didn't know you hand in you and run to an empty corner before all of the other students get out of their classes.

You force the camera of the tablet to look right into your face and practically, make a DEMAND at the stunned Idia at the other side of the screen.

"Go out on a date with me!"

Leona Kingscholar

In denial.

He tries to keep convincing himself that he does NOT like you.

How could he? You're so annoying all the time, so loud and obnoxious, you're a troublemaker. Caos literally follows you everywhere. He can't even sleep when you're around. (Because he's too focused on you to sleep, wink wink)

Also you're so... Understanding? You're one of the few people that have managed see right through him, he'll give you that.

And you've never judged him. That surprised him, of course. Not after everything he's done or how was he an asshole to you and everyone else? You're just too hard to read. Maybe you're just trying to get something out of him.

That is until... You- You want ***him*** to teach you how to play chess??? (Yeah. That's all it takes.) Most students just want to challenge him, (which they inevitably lose) And you want him to teach you? That's a new one.

But he says no. Because he's too lazy to teach you from zero. But you asking makes all his doubts about you instantly banish. So it's a win nonetheless.

But he starts to come around more often. Just when you're around, of course. For example, he starts to go into classes more... (Just in the one's where he KNOWS you're in) He actually goes to the cafeteria himself to buy HIMSELF lunch... (And also to watch you eye a dessert that you seem to like just to buy it for you later and say that you shouldn't think so much about it.)

And he also starts to show off??? At least in P.E, he makes sure to stand out ANY. CHANCE. HE. GETS. (Bro does NOT need to be doing all that.)

Soon enough, hell admit to himself that MAYBE. He likes you. But this 🤏 much. (He says) Yeah, you're kind of pretty and all... Yeah- you may be nice to be around...

Knowing Leona, (I'm not really sure please don't come after me) He doesn't like to beat around the bush all the time... So... he is going to go and see if your feelings reciprocate.

So you're casually walking to the cafeteria and- Ruggie comes up to you??? Saying that Leona needs to see you right now.

You obviously start to PANIC. You're trying to remember all of the times you interacted with Leona, did you say something mean? Did you step on his tail accidentally without realizing it? Did you-

Before you know it, you're already inside of the botanical garden and with the last gulp of bravery that you have, you start to make your way to Leona usually sleeps.

To your surprise. Leona is wide awake and sitting underneath the tree he's always sleeping underneath, clearly waiting for you.

He's also... Holding a bag? (Unknowingly to you, that's the same dessert you've been eyeing earlier but couldn't get because of your struggle with money) So you approach him and right before you can say anything-

"You're late." He says with a groan of exhaustation as i looks up at you.

"If I knew you were going to be this tardy I wouldn't have liked you as much as I do so now."

...

That came out of the blue.

That's the LAST thing you expected. But you're certainly not complaining.

"You... like me?"

He groans with small disbelief at your obliviousness and his tail swishes on the ground.

"Until you can finally tell.... Did I really have to spell it out for you Herbivo-, y/n?"

UOOUO okay that's it!!!!!!! This is the first time EVER I'm writing. So if any misspellings, mischaracterizations (i still don't know if that's the word...) Let me know! THANKS FOR ANYONE WHO READS THIS I LOVE YOU XOXO BYEEEE

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #disney twst #twst #twst fanfic

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smashboxgirl26 · 1 year

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hello!! i was wondering if i could request a reader who feels alienated and depressed because she is basically a loner at school and bakugou who goes out of his way to spend time with her, bringing her lunch to share and ends up confessing to her?

the days of the week

contains: fluff word count: 2.1k a/n: yes yes yesss,,, only i changed some things bc thats how it worked out in my head. also it's short and sweet, but i had fun drifting off from my wips and getting to put my mind on something new

monday:

"What're you doing here?" you stared up from your book at Bakugou, who'd plopped himself down beside you.

It was lunchtime, and you'd found yourself outside under the tree near the end of the field, alone, as you'd been since the sports festival.

"Why? M'not allowed to eat lunch here?" he gave you a sneer as he raised his eyebrow.

"No," you rolled your eyes. "I was asking why you were here. You don't normally sit here, you sit inside with everyone else."

"So? Do I need a reason?"

"Nevermind," you shook your head, returning to your book.

"Yer not eating anything?" he started again after a moment of silence, and you looked up at him with despair.

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it fuckin' does," his eyes narrowed in your direction. "How the fuck am I supposed to beat you at your full power in training if you haven't even eaten anything?"

That's what this is about.

There were going to be one-on-one sparring sessions that day in training, and All Might (very fortunately) had disclosed everyone's partner ahead of time so that everyone had enough time to prepare for their opponent's quirk.

"Listen Bakugou, I'll make sure to put in my all, or whatever. I'm still fine without eating."

You found a part of yourself trying to appease him, despite the weird mind games he was playing. You knew it was just because of what he'd seen your quirk do in the sports festival — and why everyone in your class had practically dumped you, even if they were too scared to admit it — and because he was so obsessed with winning.

A bowl was suddenly nudged in front you, and you had to look up from your book again to see Bakugou giving you another look.

"M'not fighting you if you haven't eaten anything," he announced defiantly.

The look he was giving you made it seem as if you had lost the argument, especially since he was almost gloating as he raised his eyebrows as a way to force you to challenge him.

"Okay," you shrugged before turning back down. "Don't fight me then."

You heard him growl under his breath, and before you could internally celebrate your victory, your book was pulled out of your hands and you looked back up at him in shock.

"Listen here you shitty fuckin' extra," he snarled. "I am not going to miss out on training just because you decided to be a bitch and spite me. So eat yer damn food."

"Give me my book back."

"No."

"Give it back, Bakugou."

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh! Just give it to me!"

"What are ya gonna do, extra? Fight me?" he taunted, and you quickly realized what he was playing at.

"Fucking fine!" you huffed, grabbing the bowl of ramen and downing it in under a minute. It wasn't hot, thankfully, since it'd been out for a while — and you looked back at Bakugou after finishing and wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist.

"Give. It."

He tossed the book back at you without a second thought, and you shot him a glare before letting out a breath when you realized that the page you were reading was still bookmarked.

Only Bakugou didn't leave after that. He sat there and chewed on his onigiri for the rest of the period before getting up a couple minutes before the bell rang.

Fuckin' weirdo.

. . .

tuesday:

"Yer still not eating anything?" Bakugou said as he placed his lunch tray on the grass next to where you were sitting, again.

After your match yesterday (where Bakugou had still won, obviously), you thought that he would leave you alone, since you weren't friends and he didn't have any reasons to talk to you besides your match.

"Why does it matter?" you looked up from your book, surprised. Why was he back?

"Because you need to eat," he rolled his eyes. "Isn't that fuckin' obvious?"

You resolved his statement with a glare that he didn't acknowledge, watching as he instead pushed half of a sandwich towards you before taking a bite of his curry.

"Why are you here?" you glanced between him and the sandwich.

"To eat. Isn't that obvious?"

"No, asshole. Why are you here?"

"Because I can."

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should," you raised an eyebrow, watching as a vein popped out of his forehead when he turned to you.

"Listen extra," he dropped his chopsticks to point a finger at you. "I can sit wherever the fuck I want. Now shut the fuck up and eat your sandwich."

You gave him an unimpressed look before grabbing the sandwich and tearing the paper it was wrapped in harshly. You made sure that you bit and chewed into it aggressively, just wanting him to shut up so you could read your book but still let him know that you were angry about him coming and sitting next to you — but you were still a little hungry since you'd skipped breakfast that morning.

You didn't notice the little triumphant look Bakugou gave himself as he watched you from the side — angrily chewing the sandwich while your eyes scanned the page in front of you.

He'd won again.

. . .

wednesday:

"What's this lame ass book you've always got your nose stuck in?" Bakugou announced as he sat down next to you again, only you weren't as bothered by his presence as you'd been the day before.

You still let out an audible groan though when you looked up, watching as Bakugou slid over a plate with sushi before biting into his own salad.

"Why do you keep bringing me lunch?"

"I've told you this already," he rolled his eyes. "Use your fuckin' brain for once."

"No- Let me just.." you put your book down and stared at him. "I meant, why do you keep coming and sitting with me and bringing me lunch and stuff? I'm fine on my own."

"Answer my question first," he looked up from eating. "You didn't answer me."

"Just a romance," you rolled your eyes. "Now why do keep sitting with me?"

"The best friend was super shitty in that one," Bakugou mumbled in passing when he finally found himself noticing the title of the book, but his eyes widened in an instant to find a cat-like grin stretching across your face.

"How do you know that?" you asked him slyly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried to seem nonchalant about it, looking back with a glare that was probably supposed to deter you from asking any further — but it seemed to have no weight when you willingly scooched closer to him.

"I clearly heard you Bakugou," you raised an eyebrow, watching as his eyes refused to look back down at the book cover again in definace.

"I didn't say anything."

You stared him down, this time watching as he crumbled, putting down his bowl before he spoke.

"I fuckin' read it before, okay?" he threw his arms up. "What else do you think happened? But if you tell another goddamn soul about this, I'm gonna kill you. Got it?"

"Yeah got it — I won't," you shrugged him off. "But what does she do?"

"Huh?"

"You said the best friend was shitty. What did she do?"

You watched Bakugou roll his his eyes before finally giving in, slumping against the tree trunk you always sat next to like he was letting the weight fall off his shoulders.

"Remember when she told the main character girl about the second guy liking her and all that."

"You mean Ryu?"

"Yeah that idiot — well she did it because she was trying to get the brother mad at the both of them so she could ask the main guy out instead," Bakugou went back to eating his salad smugly, watching as your face twisted into shock.

"Of course she wanted to get with Haru!" you stared at the book now sitting in the grass. "I thought it was so weird when she told her because it was so obvious she was already jealous about Haru not liking her."

"Yeah," Bakugou barely shrugged, taking another bite.

You'd forgotten about your question this time, but he wasn't sure he would be so lucky if you asked him again.

At least it was fun to talk about something he never got to.

thursday:

The fact that you were reading a different book today instantly caught Bakugou's attention as he sat down at your usual spot, two bento boxes in hand.

"What happened to the other one?" he gestured to the thicker, hardcover book.

"You basically spoiled it," you shrugged. "So I'm rereading a different one instead."

Bakugou didn't say anything as he slid a bento box over to you, pulling out his chopsticks as you put your book down.

"I didn't see bento's in the lunch room today. I was hoping for pizza actually."

"I'm not yer damn waiter. Just shut up and appreciate the food you're given," he rolled his eyes.

"Where'd you get them from though?" you asked as you opened the bento, a small smile creeping up at the neatly packed food inside.

"...I made 'em," he almost whispered, eyes strained as you took a bite of the salmon he made.

"It's good!" you looked up at him with wide eyes. "I didn't know you could cook so well."

"Of course I fuckin' can," he sneered, turning back to his box like he wasn't intently watching your reaction. "I'm the best cook in our class."

"I wouldn't be so sure," you raised an eyebrow. "Sato's actually really good at baking."

"That's not the same thing you idiot."

"Aren't they similar though?"

"No."

And it was silent again, the both of you eating under the tree until you finally spoke again.

"Why do you keep sitting with me, Bakugou?"

It was hard for Bakugou to look up after those words came off your lips in a nonchalant manner — how was he supposed to answer with the truth?

"Does it fuckin' matter?" he deflected. "Why're you always sitting alone then?"

"I dunno," you rolled your eyes as if the answer was obvious, your face scrunching when you realized his question was serious.

"You're being serious?" you asked with an almost gaped mouth.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"My quirk," you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Bakugou only gave you a look of bewilderment.

"The sports festival?" you reiterated. "How I had that guy from Class B under my control and stuff?"

"So?" he looked away. "You did okay. It's not even like you won or anything."

"Do I really have to spell it out for you? People think my quirk is villainous."

It wasn't like Bakugou didn't notice the change in attitude towards you after the sports festival and the true nature of your quirk was revealed, but he really believed that the people around him were better than that.

He saw how the media was treating his own outbursts, and while in the tiniest way possible he could understand them — your reaction was unwarranted.

"Don't say shit like that," Bakugou looked up to you seriously. "If no one else around you can see that your quirk's good enough to become a hero, fuck 'em. They weren't worth being in your life anyways. Got that?"

You paused, seemingly unable to speak from the weight his words left hanging in the air — but you finally nodded slightly, picking up your book from where it was still open in the grass.

"Thanks."

friday:

You didn't startle today when Bakugou found his place beside you, nonchalantly turning the page without registering his existence. He couldn't help but let the silence linger — you looked peaceful while quietly reading — letting himself start eating his own lunch after pushing a plate in front of you.

Your book snapped shut after a couple moments, suddenly, and he could feel your eyes boring holes into the side of his head.

"Bakugou."

"Hmm?"

"Why do you keep eating lunch with me?"

But as soon as he opened his mouth to deflect, you interrupted him.

"And I know that it's not because you wanna make sure that I'm in top shape or whatever — and you can't deflect the question like every other time I've asked you this, okay?" You were staring at him seriously.

"Okay, you wanna know why?" he started, putting his chopsticks on his plate before turning towards you straight on. "I like you, Y/N — more than as a friend would."

You blinked at him, clearly startled by his response. "Why?"

"Whadd'ya mean why? Does there have to be reason?" He sneered. Were you being serious?

"But... My quirk..."

"Didn't I already tell you? Anyone who thinks that has shit for brains. Now shut up and eat your food."

#keke.writes #not what i've usually been writing but it was kinda fun lol #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha bakugou katsuki

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hyperfixiation-station · 3 months

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Sorry, I meant Ghost in a fight/discussion with reader 😭 Still, I did love your take

CW: Fighting, emotional abuse, light swearing I am so sorry anon 😭😭 I am literally the dumbest person to have ever existed lmaooo Also apologies for length, I am moving and wanted to get you something cause I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again. To whoever asked, I am making a pt.2 so send me an ask if you want to be notified :)

As always, no beta, please lmk of any mistakes!!

A lot of ‘fights’ you guys have are one sided, where you concede quickly, not wanting to argue, and he just keeps going and going. He, like a lot of ND’s, gets a thrill from fighting, and he will pick fights about everything. You just disagree once with what he says and he goes off.

Fem!Reader: Anytime he is upset/angry with you/thinks you are disrespecting or ignoring him, he'll call you 'woman'.

"I'm still talking woman!" "Watch your mouth woman" "Woman I am talking!"

He does not love bomb. He does not come after arguing with you with flowers and chocolates and showering you with love to make up for it.

Don’t get me wrong, this man does bring you flowers, just not to make you feel better after a fight. He’ll get you flowers for valentines day and your birthday and your anniversary and any time he feels like you deserve flowers, but he does not give them to you after fights.

And you guys don’t fight too often. At least, not fights where he feels bad and has lingering guilt. Very rarely will he realize(or at least admit) That he was wrong, especially not in front of your kids, if you guys have them. However, if he does realize and admit he is wrong(typically after you sleep in a different room or don’t talk to him except for the bare minimum) he will apologize in private.

One very memorable fight for you was back in the early days of your relationship, just after you had started living together. He had left his gear just piled on the front table, and you had folded it and moved it to the bedroom so that it wasn’t cluttering up the front room. He came home and, well, freaked. He screamed at you, punched a hole through a door, and you still remember him telling you ‘Go to hell then woman” when you said you had just wanted the space to be clear.

He gets pissed off about the stupidest stuff. Your guy's 10-year-old daughter bought a Stanley? He’s mocking him for the next 3 weeks about wanting to be popular. Your teenage-daughter wears ripped jeans to a concert? He’s telling everyone about how she must have bought them at half-price since so much cloth is missing.

One interesting thing is that he respects fighting back, to an extent. You watched in borderline horror as your eldest got into a screaming match with him that lasted hours and ended with no victor. And yet, since that day, you’ve never seen Simon scream at them again.

Hearing this, he sounds toxic, yeah? And he is, to an extent. But you stay with him because he knows he has issues, and he actively works on bettering himself. You’ve been with him for a decade now, and you can see so many differences in the way that he acts. He no longer screams and throws things and punches holes in the walls. He is more willing to admit when he is wrong, hell, there's even been a few times when he’s said sorry in front of your kids.

You understand his trauma, you understand why he responds and acts the way he does, and most importantly He does too, and he is working on bettering himself for his family, because he loves you, and he hates that his explosive reactions hurt you and your kids.

I am going to make a pt. 2 to this so that I can go more in depth, but again, I’m moving and not sure when I will be able to post again so I wanted to at least give you something. lmk what ya'll think :)) ALSO: If you think I am mischaracterizing Ghost please let me know, and I will either explain my reasonings or you will change how I think of him. Either way, I would like to know yalls thoughts so please do not hesitate to say something

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #no beta we die like men #cod #cod x reader #ghost fanfiction #angst #ghost headcanons #simon riley x reader #he has anger issues okay #sorry again lol

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niobiumao3 · 15 days

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I've been thinking about the whole Crosshair and CX-2 situation, and I am beginning to wonder if, should CX-2 prove to be Tech, Crosshair didn't, in fact, know.

In an interview before the premiere, Michelle Ang mentioned Crosshair getting to see forgiveness and real love in the face of a great betrayal. Now, Crosshair's great betrayals are long past. So, is this some NEW betrayal? Is it someone ELSE betraying and being forgiven? CX-Tech fits the later very neatly, however, there might be another option: that Crosshair DOES know CX-2 is Tech, and has been not telling everyone because he blames himself for it happening and is sure they'll all turn him out the second they discover it (Omega included).

I'm of two minds here.

Crosshair didn't know, because Tech was put straight into conversion from medical care, and so Crosshair never saw him.

Crosshair DOES know, and feels black-hole sized guilt about it to the point where he can't bring himself to tell anyone.

In the #2 bucket goes a few things:

We see, repeatedly, that Crosshair isn't saying everything about Tantiss. This is as true for Hunter (the person always mentioning this) as it is for us, as our POV on Tantiss was almost exclusively Omega. Hunter knows Crosshair hasn't told them everything, and isn't going to push him except in specific instances where it really woulda been nice to know.

We do know that the CX conditioning is bad. Like, really bad, bad enough that wiping out your identity--not just the chip but like, you, yourself--is part of it. Or, so Crosshair says (and Tech in S2), though of course the truth of that might be more complex. This is reason enough for him to not talk about things. Except...

When Rex and Howzer explain they have a CX in custody Crosshair is immediately spooked. Then he's even MORE upset when he sees who it is. Or is it because of who it isn't?

If he knew CX-2 was Tech, and sees CX-1, he knows there is only one other CX they're sending after them, and the absolute last thing he would want is for them to have to kill Tech to get away. Or worse, kill the person who used to be Tech and can't be reclaimed (from his POV). Either way, from his POV, it is all bad news that CX-2 is inbound.

And as much as I feel Cross just isn't a hand to hand badass, at the end of his one on one with CX-2, he is clearly giving up. Everything CX-2 is saying is battering him emotionally and dousing the fight in him. Which makes a lot of sense, if he knows it's Tech.

For #1, well, the explanation is much simpler: we, and Omega and Crosshair, never see Tech in CX conditioning because he was in a bacta tank for part of it and then into a pod for the rest. He might have even converted quickly if we're to assume he had amnesia from the fall. (I suspect, should he prove to be CX-2, we won't get an explanation for this.) This actually would give Omega AND Crosshair some severe guilt, realizing when they escaped they left Tech on Tantiss in Hemlock's not-so-stellar care. It makes sense Crosshair would never want to go back--the conditioning sounds pretty awful. But then his reaction to CX-1 is a little less clear; we know there aren't very many CXes at this point, so why is THIS one such a concern to him? He just appears to be a reg. And CX-1's use of 'brother' is also very pointed. Which would make sense if CX-2 is Tech, who would have referred to Crosshair as his brother...

Anyways. We'll see if this pans out. I'd considered this might be the case even as I was like 'are we really doing that', and while I'm not a fan of this plot in the overall, like a cat being dragged outside on a harness for some enrichment I can grudgingly accept it. Mostly.

#star wars #spoilers #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #speculation #blather

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nowimyurdaisy · 1 year

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can you write smth for verstappen!reader and charles leclerc? and max tries to break them apart and they break up bc of him and then they’re both miserable and then max sees how happy they are together and lets them get back together? smth like that tysm 😭💕

OMG I LUV THIS SO MUCH

pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: sorry this took so long 😭 hope y'all enjoy!

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It wasn't a secret around the Ferrari paddock that you were dating Charles Leclerc, but it also wasn't a secret that you are the Max Verstappen's sister. Not that your brother was very aware of your dating life. *cough* that your boyfriend is Charles *cough* He would flip if he knew.

Oh and he did flip, when he found out.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" max yelled, stomping towards you and Charles who had bolted apart when they heard max.

You looked around nervously not making eye contact, "nothing" you said.

"nothing?!" Max arched an eyebrow. He looks at your boyfriend giving him the death glare. You look at Charles pleading him to not say anything.

Max wins, "I'm sorry" Charles says.

You don't make eye contact, but pull Charles close to you, "Max. I'd like you to meet my boyfriend" you turn to max and smile. Charles chuckles nervously.

"boyfriend?!" You nod at his words. "Y/n you're dating my rival?!"

"yep" you smile, then turn and say "sorry brother but we gotta go" and with that you and Charles walk away.

This night was not going how it was planned, you planned for a night out with your boyfriend because you hadn't been spending as much time together recently, well ever since max found out. You weren't sure if the reason he was distancing himself was because he was A) afraid of max, B) Max had given him some sort of talk (or yell), C) he was really busy, or D) he just didn't want to hang out.

You were really hoping it wasn't the last option. So now here you were sitting across from Charles at a restaurant of his choosing. Sitting in this stupid dress, getting into a stupid argument over the silliest thing, that turned into an argument about max's reaction to your relationship. And Max taking his feelings out on the track.

The yelling turned heads at the restaurant. Eventually the two of you made your way out of the restaurant, you were sure if the two of you were a cartoon characters smoke would be coming out of your ears.

The night ended so ugly. "I HATE YOU. I. HATE. YOU." you yelled at Charles. "I never, ever want to see you again!"

Charles' features softened almost, the realization of what was happening hitting him, "FINE!" He yelled angrily back, "I hope you have a terrible life y/n"

With that you slammed the door in his face. As soon as it shut, you slid down the door sobs erupting from you.

It had been a couple weeks since you had seen Charles. You really didn't want to go to the race and face the chance of seeing Charles, but Max really wanted you there. So begrudgingly you agreed to go.

You showed up to the race wearing all black and sunglasses. The moment you stepped into the Red Bull paddock and Christian tried to greet you, you gave a bland "Hello" and sat down at one of the chairs and watched everyone work. Everyone got the message that you clearly didn't want to be there and were only there for their star racer, your brother.

It was a good race, Max won, again. Of course you were happy for him but you weren't really in the mood to celebrate. However you joined max and the rest of the grid at a club to celebrate. You couldn't help but wonder if Charles would be there. Probably not because he had a shit race not even finished, getting a DNF. You didn't want to feel bad for him, bit a small pang of guilt coursed through you thinking you may have been the cause of his DNF.

You were leaning against the bar, a stiff drink in your hand. When you felt someones eyes on you, a very familiar pair of eyes, you turned in around, your eyes meeting his. He looked away quickly. He looked almost sad.

Max had turned around just in time to catch this interaction. The realization finally hits him of how happy the two of you were together, and that he might actually be the cause of your misery. Suddenly feeling guilty for being happy when the two broke up. Now realizing what he must do.

He knew he had to get the two of you back together. Now he just had to come up with a plan. It was the most cliched plan ever trapping them in a room together to force them to talk it out. He told Carlos his plan, Carlos thought it was brilliant, since he could see the pain in his teammate's eyes ever since the two of you broke up. Carlos tested the group chat saying to meet at max's room to have a guys night. Then, Max texted you telling you to meet him in his room before dinner.

When you got to his room Max claimed he had a call he had to take and stepped outside for a bit, you didn't miss the note sitting on the table but before you could investigate someone knocked, you assumed it was max who accidentaly closed his door on his way out. When you opened it you where met with the face of the last man you wanted to see.

"What are you doing here?" you asked almost slamming the door in his face.

"I'm here to hang with the guys, why are you here?" he retorted. "he said he had something important to say" Then you saw your brother come out of nowhere push the two of you inside and lock the door, you finally realized that the lock was on the outside of the door.

"That little shit"you mumbled under your breath.

"What?" Charles asked, "what is happening?" CHarles asked looking around the room frantically finally his eyes settled on the paper in your hand.

"My idiot brother set this up" you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"What does the letter say?"

Dear Y/N and Charles,

I am so sorry that I screwed this up for you two.

Now get your heads out of your asses and fucking MAKE UP!

The two of you are clearly fucking MISERABLE without the other.

Your favorite person,

Max

"That little shit" you repeated again much louder this time.

"Is- is it true?" Charles finally asked. You tilted your head as if to question. "Did I really hurt you that much?"

You just nodded slowly, "are- are you hurt too Charles? Or did I imagine the pain in your eyes in the club?" Slowly but surely the two of you were inching closer to each other.

"I've really missed you y/n/n" Charles spoke softly, he reached for your hand but pulled back afraid of your possible reaction.

"I miss you too" you replied grabbing his hand, entwining your fingers. "I can't believe I let my brother of all people get in between us" you let out a light chuckle.

"Can we just forget these past weeks never happened?" Charles asked so politely.

You smiled, looking him in the eyes, "Alright ask me"

"Ask you what?" He asked.

"You know what" you replied.

Charles rolled his eyes, "y/n y/l/n will you make me the happiest man and be my girlfriend?"

"Yes you idiot of course, I love you" you pulled Charles into you, your lips meeting his.

"I missed you so fucking much" Charles mumbled pulling away.

"And?" you replied littering kisses all over his face.

"And I love you so much" he laughed, pulling you back in for another deep kiss.

"Please never leave me again" you whispered.

"Never."

As you leaned in for another kiss you could hear your brother and a couple other friends on the other side of the door peering in through the window shouting yes and high-fiving.

You and Charles laughed foreheads touching.

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x verstappen!reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x fem!reader #f1 #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x sister!reader #charles leclerc x y/n #formula one

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loving-mista · 1 year

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Tokyo revengers relationship headcannons

An: these are all my personal fav characters, but if you want any specific characters I'm all ears just ask or message me!

Kisaki

This man practically worships you, everything you do is beautiful to him. He adores you and would do absolutely anything for you.

No matter how drastic it is, if you told him to do something he'd do it no question, even if it is against what he considers moral it doesn't matter to him

He's an addict for you, your love, and your touch. He loves it all

He never forgets to tell you how much he loves you, from random kisses to full-on letters from him

He has his own vision of a perfect future, and it's with you; your kindness, your beautiful face, and personality have all the aspects he wants in his future. And he can't imagine It without you

Kisaki is completely head over heels and lovesick for you.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya remembers every little thing about you, if you mention you like something to him once he buys it every time he sees it

he also quickly notices subtle changes you make; new perfume, a hair trim, or even a different lip gloss. he realizes it all

he absolutely adores you, there is no doubt about it he tells everyone about you and he's so happy while doing so

he went to Emma for advice on how to ask you out, he was way too shy and nervous

if you patch him up after a fight, he might fall in love again.

he also loves to draw you and he gives these drawings to you with your favorite flower and a short poem or love letter.

most of his art or fashion designs are based on you

you both have a notebook where you both write or draw for each other too

Hanma

Hanma is hopelessly devoted to you, he may be strict and pretty possessive but he also has undying love and loyalty for you

he will do anything and everything in his power to keep you by his side and happy

he isn't all that good at communicating but if you want to speak to him about something you don't like in the relationship, hed listen don't expect him to say anything. once you are done he will just leave, however, you do notice that he did change whatever it was you didn't like as soon as he could.

to him, actions speak louder than words

despite him being so different from you he finds a way to make this relationship works.

he's so proud and supportive of you as well, anything you do he absolutely adores it

if you are an artist he will display your art in his office making it practically a little art show

kazutora

kazutora spent most of his childhood in a cell, so the chances that you are his first girlfriend are very high.

he loves you he really does, but he doesn't know how to show it

he tries he really does, he absolutely adores you but he doesn't know how to say or put it into words

if you are patient with him and talk to him, he is so grateful that you do, he'd ask if he's doing anything wrong and change it

however, if you don't, you will quickly realize that he has other priorities before you

he asks takemichy or hina for advice, (hina was more helpful)

with the advice he got he slowly but surely became a better boyfriend

he thanks you for being so patient and kind to him. its that quality that made him fall in love with you in the first place

chifuyu

the kinda boyfriend who wants to match with literally everything

he is so head over heels for you it is actually quite adorable

he never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated

if you are around he probably follows you around like a lost puppy, he loves your attention

if he hasn't seen you in days when he does expect a nearly bone-crushing hug followed by rambles of how much he misses you

if you both began dating in his teen years, he probably confessed to you using a romance manga he would highlight every I love you or confession in the volume and wrote you a confession at the end of it

despite all this he is still very protective of you and will do anything even if it meant him losing his own life for your safety

#tokyo revengers x gn!reader #tokyo rev x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu scenarios #tr kisaki #kisaki x you #mitsuya x reader #tokrev mitsuya #tr hanma #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma x reader #kazutora scenarios #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo rev x y/n

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crosshatchedaces · 1 year

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My scrunkle (Fracturing Time Mikey) may have lost in the @rottmntpeepawpolls but he still loves his boys, even if Leo likes driving him up the wall.

I don't have a comic for ya since he lost, but I've got this and some random FT! facts below if you're interested in my ramblings

• I was originally actually going to do a F!Leo back in time fic! I had some ideas on what to do, it was going to take place during the movie, but the ending I had in mind was kinda sad tbh so I didn't go with it (though I do have a oneshot with all three going back instead now). Plus, there were already so many beautiful Future Leo fics out there!

• I then realized that there was quite literally only one other one of Future Mikey that I could find at the time (Mystic Hands), so I wanted to explore that idea more and give F!Mikey more love because he deserves it! I thought it would be a fascinating idea to go with too!

• This fic had originally been planned to be 10-15k long and just a short exploration of what could happen. The plot had been pretty different at the time as well, but it quickly got out of hand in word count.

• A part of the former bullet point was because I couldn't really find any Future Mikey fics to read lol so I just kept building upon my own. I also wanted to explore what his interpersonal relationships would be with each of the turtles, so he will be spending more time with Raph, Mikey, and Donnie in future chapters (currently it is at chapter 9 at the date this is posted).

• I love the idea that the movie parallels how Donnie and Raph died in the future, hence Donnie's death protecting Mikey in the fic.

• I have around 12 more chapters written out so far (just not checked over).

• I've tried to make most things that happen in the fic have some sort of connection with future chapters in some way, even some subtle, seemingly insignificant moments.

• I went out of my comfort zone with this fic. I wanted to do something bolder, something more plot heavy and what I wouldn't normally do, because I love reading fics like that. I often feel that I fall back on writing domestic aus, even though I'm not as interested in reading them, it's just what I was comfortable with.

• If I could go back, I would probably condense some of the beginning and make it pov alternating (but! I have snuck some moments in there, one of which is very soon).

• This fic is on a mini hiatus for a few weeks. I am neck deep in projects at the moment and work a full time job. I need to focus on those first before I can continue it, but I should hopefully have another chapter up in the foreseeable future.

And that's what I can think of for now! I'm not sure which person(s?) nominated FT!Mikey to be in the peepaw polls, but I want to thank you, it means a lot to me that you consider him to be up there with the other peepaws! He barely made it in there (32nd entry) lol but he's there!! I'm so glad there's fans out there that genuinely enjoy the story, and everyday I wish to continue it for all of you, you all keep me so inspired!!

I hope you all have a wonderful day, stay safe and cozy out there, everyone!

#okay this is my last peepaw poll related post imma keep quiet now lol #it was fun to be a part of it all!#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt movie #rottmnt mikey #future mikey #future michelangelo #rottmnt leo #peepaw polls #fanart #digital art #rottmnt fanart #comic #fracturing time #do NOT tag as ship

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steddieas-shegoes · 8 months

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saturate me, i can't get enough

rated e 4,066 words cw: please read full note below the cut in regards to terminology used in this ficlet/warnings A really big thank you/shoutout to @patchworkgargoyle for proofreading this and giving me a few great suggestions to make sure this was absolutely perfect for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! Also available on ao3.

This labor of love (and smut) is for my favorite transmasc Steve truther, Gerry. I am so grateful for your contributions to this fandom, and I am even more grateful that you welcome me into your chaos (Tig threads I'm lookin' at you 👀). While I may still not think my writing could be a gift to anyone, let alone a talented writer like you, I will just be positive that you'll enjoy this for what it is which is soft and tender fuckin'.

A VERY SERIOUS NOTE FOR EVERYONE ELSE: I am very much a cis woman. I spoke with Ger before even starting on this because I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with me even attempting to write transmasc Steve. I am using masculine and feminine terms for lower anatomy that he uses in his own fics and his own life with his express permission to do so. If you think this might be a trigger for you, please don't read. I wrote this specifically for Ger, and realize that it may not be for everyone. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing!

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If Eddie had known what exactly he was getting into when he asked Steve on a date, he probably would have done it a lot sooner.

He tugged on the silk ropes around his wrist, just tight enough to keep him in place on the bed, but still loose enough that he knew he could pull out of them if he had to.

Steve refused to tie them any tighter.

“Need you to feel safe with me, Eds,” he’d said with a soft kiss to his lips.

As if he could feel anything other than safe with him. As if he hadn’t spent the last five or so months falling in love with him, learning what makes Steve Steve, figuring out how he could fit in Steve’s life.

Somehow, Eddie ended up naked first, tied up in his own bed, breaths heavy with anticipation of what was to come.

And he had very little idea of what was to come.

He’d already been surprised at how quickly Steve took charge of their date, their first kiss, the torturous ride back to Eddie’s apartment where Steve’s hand just brushed against his cock every minute or so.

Now, he was at Steve’s mercy entirely.

Just the thought of Steve leaving him like this while he touched, and kissed, and bit every part of his body was enough to have him leaking.

“Can’t believe how good you look like this,” Steve groaned from his spot between Eddie’s legs.

Oh, his shirt was off.

Finally.

Eddie whined as he saw Steve’s one and only tattoo, a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, on his left side just under the scar from his top surgery.

He wanted to trace the outline with his tongue, maybe mark it up so that it wasn’t just black ink, cover him in purples and blues that would take days to heal.

But he wouldn’t be able to do that now, not with his hands tied above his head and his legs spread wide enough that he couldn’t get leverage to pull himself up or Steve down.

Next time.

“Steve, please,” Eddie begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for at this point other than touch.

“Sorry, baby. You’re just so distracting.”

Eddie knew he was blushing, could feel the heat on his face and neck, on his chest.

His hands were sweaty where he had them clenched into fists, somehow already overwhelmed before even being properly touched.

Steve’s fingers glided across his chest, pausing to pay attention to his only nipple, laughing to himself when Eddie jumped.

“Sensitive? Maybe this one got all the nerves from the other one being gone,” Steve smirked as he leaned down to flick his tongue over the soft, pink flesh of his one remaining nipple.

It was like an electric shock, a fire burning through his veins and Steve’s tongue was the match that lit it.

He arched his back, chasing the feeling as far as he physically could, pouting when Steve pulled away.

“Hey,” Steve touched his cheek, smiling when Eddie relaxed into the touch. “I know we’re moving fast, but I kinda wanna take my time with you. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, thankful that Steve said it first.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of going as far as they could as fast as they could, not at all. Eddie would be happy with anything.

But taking their time?

He would take all night.

“Wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea,” Steve whispered, breath hot against his lips as he leaned back in.

“Me too,” Eddie’s voice trembled.

Steve’s palm settled against his chest, no doubt feeling how hard and fast Eddie’s heart was beating, but not saying anything about it.

Eddie could feel his pulse in his fingertips, in his toes, in his hair.

“You like being tied up?”

Eddie nodded, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and letting his mind drift to thoughts of being like this hours.

“You want me to do what I want? Not let you pick?”

Eddie didn’t even care about his teasing tone, his knowing smirk.

He wasn’t asking for an answer, he was asking for control, and he already had both.

“I think you want me to take over, ride your face maybe? And then your cock?”

Steve was spot on.

Eddie couldn’t count the amount of times he’d pictured that exact scenario in his head. Just last night, while he was cooking dinner, he thought about the way Steve would taste, how he would look while Eddie took him apart with his tongue, his fingers.

He hadn’t even gotten to picture his cock inside him when the fire alarm started beeping to let him know he was burning his supper.

“Yeah, that’s what you want. Don’t even have to say it, I can see it all over your face,” Steve teased.

He could only imagine.

Steve got off the bed, shushing Eddie’s whines with a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Just getting everything else off, Eds.”

It was said to calm him down, but it just caused him to cant his hips upwards, seeking any type of friction on his leaking cock.

Steve’s eyes never left him as he stripped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his feet stepping out of the pant legs as quickly as he could without tripping.

He joined him on the bed again, settling between his legs and staring down at him, eyes holding so much affection that Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it, where to put it all.

When they made eye contact, Steve smiled softly down at him.

“You okay with this?” He asked, wanting to be sure before they got too carried away.

“More than okay,” Eddie nodded. “Wanna taste you so bad, Stevie.”

“I can make that happen.”

Steve untied one of his hands from the bedframe, but didn’t let it touch any part of him yet.

“This is only so you can tap out if you need to. You’re not allowed to touch anywhere except my leg. Three taps if you need to stop, okay?” Eddie nodded. “Show me.”

Eddie waited for Steve to climb up a bit, straddle his chest, the warmth between his legs enough to make him forget for a moment what he was supposed to be doing.

“Eddie. Show me,” Steve’s voice was stern enough to grab his attention again, and Eddie focused on making his shaking hand tap his thigh three times. “Good boy. You can keep your hand there if it’ll help you remember, but no moving unless it’s to tap.”

Eddie’s head felt cloudy already, something he so rarely experienced with anyone, something he hoped he’d get to keep experiencing with Steve from now on.

Steve shifted back down for long enough to leave a kiss on Eddie’s lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he let out a laugh.

“I can feel your heartbeat between my thighs. A bit excited, aren’t you?” Steve teased him again, but Eddie wasn’t complaining. If anything, it just made his heartbeat louder with anticipation at what he was about to get.

“Need you,” Eddie managed to say.

Steve didn’t wait any longer, scooting his body up so his pussy was level with Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie groaned, lifted his head an inch so he could be even closer.

He needed it, needed him. He couldn’t wait any longer to get a taste.

Eddie’s tongue lapped at Steve’s hole, the only part he could reach at the moment, but it was enough.

Steve let out a long moan, gravelly voice letting out a long “yes” as he rocked his hips forward to get Eddie’s tongue inside.

Eddie closed his eyes and let himself be surrounded by Steve.

His slightly musky smell, the sweat that was rolling down his thighs, the surprisingly sweet slick dripping from his pussy, all of it was better than Eddie could have possibly imagined.

The noises got louder as Steve adjusted himself directly over Eddie’s face.

He pulled away just enough for Eddie to catch his breath, but Eddie didn’t want to catch his breath.

“Need your cock, please,” Eddie begged, not caring if he was breaking an unspoken rule, not caring if he suffocated for it.

But he didn’t get in trouble. In fact, he got exactly what he wanted when Steve settled back down, his dick rubbing against Eddie lips in silent instruction.

Eddie opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and moaned.

“God you’re so good,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand on his thigh, squeezing as he rocked back and forth, taking things slower than Eddie expected him to.

Eddie whimpered, letting out what little breath he had as Steve rested more of his weight on his tongue.

“You made me so wet just laying there, all tied up for me, hng,” Steve groaned.

The hand squeezing Eddie’s moved to the headboard, giving Steve just a bit more leverage to bear down and chase his own release on Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie could feel his fingernails digging into Steve’s thighs, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop unless Steve made him.

He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin, his cheeks, his neck, probably making a mess of his hair and the pillow under him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Steve was making low groaning noises now, his pace getting faster every few thrusts back and forth.

Eddie opened his eyes, wanting to try to see what Steve looked like from this angle.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Steve’s head was thrown back, his arm muscles straining as he held onto the bed, leg muscles and stomach tensing as his pleasure started to crest.

The flush that Eddie had barely gotten to enjoy before was now covering his hairy chest and his neck, a few drops of sweat dripping to his stomach.

Eddie hoped he could lick them up after Steve came.

Steve let out a loud whine and one of his hands fell to Eddie’s hair, his fingers tugging at his roots in a way that reminded him he had no control over any of this.

Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands the best that he could, curling his tongue into a sharper point so that on the next thrust, Steve’s dick was given more pointed pressure.

“Fuck!” Steve yelled out. He looked down at Eddie, hair flopping into his face. “You wanna suck it, baby? You can if you want.”

He sounded so close, breathlessly framing his own wants as something Eddie wanted. And Eddie did want those things.

He was starting to realize he wanted everything with Steve.

It should have been a scary thought, especially when this was just the ending of their first date, but instead of worrying about it, Eddie used all the energy and muscle he could to lift his head up and start to suck on his dick.

“That’s it,” Steve panted, holding Eddie’s head against him, not giving him a chance to move away again. “You’re so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard, fuck.”

Eddie started to nod, and the extra movement seemed to set Steve off.

He felt Steve’s thighs clench, then loosen, then clench again, his hand tightening in Eddie’s hair, and a long moan left his body.

Eddie moaned too, and the vibration sent Steve over the edge.

Steve slowed his pace, but didn’t get up, letting Eddie slowly lick along his folds, gathering up the slick dripping out of him.

When Eddie’s tongue brushed over his cock again, he flinched, but let out a huff of a laugh.

“Sorry, baby, you got me so oversensitive already. You’re too good at that,” Steve said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good at what? Being used?” Eddie managed to ask, voice hoarse.

Steve looked down at him as he moved down to settle against his stomach instead.

“Good at being good for me,” he finally said, seriousness ruined by the hint of fondness in his tone and smile.

“Always wanna be good for you, Stevie,” Eddie admitted.

Steve looked at him for a moment, searched his face for any sign of him lying or being too sex-drunk to be realistic.

But whatever was on Eddie’s face must have shown him that he was serious.

“Yeah, baby. I think you could be,” Steve leaned down to kiss him, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Eddie’s lips and tongue, like he wanted to know what they tasted like together.

Eddie felt his cock pulse, felt the tug in his stomach that let him know he was probably much closer than he should be just from eating Steve out for five minutes.

He didn’t have time to be embarrassed though; Steve was moving down his body further, reaching a hand back to touch his cock.

“Wait!” Eddie leaned his head away.

Steve pulled his hand away and looked at him, frowning as he took in the panicked look on Eddie’s face.

“I just, um, I’m close. Like, pretty sure if you touch me, I will cum all over your hand and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again.”

Steve snorted out a laugh.

“What’s wrong with that?” Steve asked, slowly tracing his fingers across Eddie’s waistline, not even looking as he got closer to his cock.

“I…I don’t know?” Eddie admitted.

And truly, he had no idea why he shouldn’t cum. That was the goal of this, and Steve was making it pretty clear he didn’t mind if he did, might even prefer if he did.

The only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want any of this to end.

“Eds, you’ve been so good for me, I kinda want you to feel good, too. Unless you really don’t want to-”

“No! I do!” Eddie ignored the way Steve was trying to cover his laughter. “I just thought you wanted to ride me.”

“Ohhhh. I see. You’re being selfish.”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, teeth audibly clacking together.

No one had ever called him selfish in bed, not even jokingly.

But Steve’s tone wasn’t joking. His face wasn’t joking.

“I guess you think I don’t wanna see you squirming because I’m wringing the third orgasm from you in less than an hour? Is that it?”

“Uh…”

Steve clicked his tongue.

“I planned on you begging to stop soon enough. Unless you want to stop now? Seems like it might be hard to go to sleep like that, though.”

Steve’s brow raised as he glanced behind him for a moment at Eddie’s red and dripping cock, then looked back at Eddie.

“No, please don’t stop. I…can I be inside you?” Eddie was desperate, and didn’t care if he sounded like it.

“You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up good, make sure I feel who I belong to?” Steve asked as he slowly moved back further, his hand firmly grasping the base of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie whined, bucking his hips up, but not making the contact he needed.

“You can if you promise to clean me up after,” Steve’s hand slid up Eddie’s dick slowly, the pressure not nearly enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him whine.

“I promise. Please,” Eddie nodded, his one free hand making a fist in the sheets while his still tied up hand tugged on the binds.

Steve didn’t respond with words, just sat back and guided Eddie’s cock along the inner lips of his cunt, moaning at the sensation.

“So warm,” Eddie groaned.

“Gonna get me all wet again, baby,” Steve rocked his hips slowly, teasing the tip along his folds and against his entrance. “You’re leaking worse than I am.”

Which may be true at this point. Eddie had spent enough time licking up as much of his mess as possible.

Steve sat down on his cock with no warning.

He hissed, clenching his fists and curling his toes to fight off the impending orgasm.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the way Steve’s pussy sucked him in, clenching around him in a way that left him shivering and panting.

“Good?” Steve asked, smug grin the only thing keeping Eddie from losing it completely.

“Yes, yeah, so good, fuck,” Eddie threw his head back, arching his back as Steve slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down.

Fuck, Eddie wasn’t gonna be able to hold off. He’d just have to live with the embarrassment.

Steve reached up to untie his hand, grabbing his wrist and massaging it in his own hands as he moved his hips in circles.

“Wait, you didn’t-”

“Yeah, I did.”

“When?” Eddie knew his brain hadn’t been working for a while now, but he was certain his eyes had been. Steve hadn’t stretched himself on his fingers this entire time, and going from just Eddie’s tongue barely breaching his entrance to suddenly sitting on his cock, no matter how wet he was, had to be at least a little painful.

“Bathroom when we got home,” Steve shrugged.

Steve had been fingering himself in the bathroom not even an hour ago. Without Eddie. Without even making a noise.

God, Eddie was so fucked. Literally.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, smug grin back in place as he guided Eddie’s hands to his own hips. “Think you can do this part or do I have to do everything?”

Eddie gripped his hips, hoping his fingers would leave bruises, and let himself have this. It may only last for another minute, but he was going to make it worth every second.

He lifted Steve up, then dropped him down, smirking at the loud yelp Steve let out.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, this is just a preview,” Eddie growled out.

“Promise?” Steve gasped as Eddie shoved his hips up as he pulled Steve down.

“Swear. Every night you want me to from now on, Stevie,” Eddie slowed his thrusting, felt the tension building in his abdomen.

Steve groaned as he placed his hands on Eddie’s chest and started lifting his hips up on his own, clenching as he moved up Eddie’s cock.

He quickened his pace, little whimpers leaving him every time his ass met Eddie’s thighs.

“You feel so good, Stevie, gonna cum,” Eddie whined as his thighs clenched.

“Yes, yes, please. You’ve been so good, Eds,” Steve nodded, not pausing for a second.

Eddie’s eyes closed without his permission, Steve’s words hitting him right in the chest, making his breath leave him in one long, drawn-out moan.

Steve didn’t slow down, lacing his fingers with Eddie’s and pushing them backwards onto the sheets as he rode Eddie through his orgasm.

“Kiss me, please,” Eddie begged, opening his eyes to look up at Steve’s flushed face. Sweat was beading along his hairline, bangs flopping into his eyes.

Steve’s lips hovered over Eddie’s, not quite making contact, but close enough for their breaths to mingle together, for the small whimpers Eddie was unintentionally letting out to be swallowed by Steve’s hungry tongue as it grazed against his own.

Eddie was coherent enough to pull one of his hands loose, reaching up to cup Steve’s jaw as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

“Can I?” Eddie asked, moving his hand down his neck, tracing a finger along his collarbone. He looked up at Steve’s wide eyes, felt his pace slow to a stop.

“Can you…?” Steve asked, breathless as he tried to figure out what Eddie was trying to ask him.

“Can I touch your cock? Want you to come on mine.”

Eddie felt Steve clench around him, his cock almost over sensitive enough for it to be painful.

“Yeah, I’m close,” Steve admitted, pulling his other hand away to sit back so Eddie had easier access to his dick.

He was dripping, and Eddie’s cum was leaking from his hole now that he’d stopped moving and Eddie was starting to get soft.

Eddie’s fingers gathered up as much as they could, gliding down to where his cock was still inside him and away a few times, just to tease.

“Eddie…”

“Sorry, sorry. Just like touching you,” Eddie smiled up at him, at the way Steve’s back was arched, at the way his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself up.

Steve grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his dick, impatience finally taking over.

“I like you touching me too, but if I don’t get to come again soon, you won’t touch me again for the rest of the night,” Steve snarked.

Eddie loved him.

He didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers so his knuckles rested against the sides of his dick, still teasing, but at least where Steve wanted it now. He didn’t move for a moment, wanted Steve to be desperate enough to rock forward.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whined.

“Look who’s begging now,” Eddie teased. “You’re so hard, sweetheart. Should’ve told me you were this close earlier. Would’ve taken care of you.”

Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Eddie’s knuckles started dragging up and down his dick.

Watching Steve fall apart above him like this, making him fall apart, especially when he’d been the one in control all night, was making Eddie feel unstoppable.

This was all he ever wanted: making Steve feel good in any way Steve wanted or needed.

Eddie started jerking his fingers faster, watching as Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuuuuuck,” Steve groaned, shifting his hips up for more pressure, for anything else he could possibly get.

“That’s it, Stevie. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you.”

And just like Steve’s words had done for Eddie before, Eddie’s must have been the final straw for Steve.

Steve’s thighs shook as he came, his fingers digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he fell forward, trapping his hand against his pulsing dick.

“Hmm,” Steve moaned out as his grasp loosened, leaving half-moons in Eddie’s skin.

Eddie knew he would be hard again soon. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if he got hard while still inside Steve.

But Steve’s eyes opened, and Eddie somehow fell further.

“I don’t wanna stop,” Steve whispered, leaning in to kiss along his jawline, letting his teeth gently brush against his chin before pecking his lips.

“I’ve got perfectly good fingers. Or…” Eddie leaned up to kiss him, smirking when he felt Steve grind against him. “You could also fuck me.”

Steve’s responding groan was muffled by Eddie’s chest, a laugh immediately following.

“As much as I would love to, and will as soon as I have energy, I was thinking maybe we could just…stay like this?” Steve looked up towards the end, a pink blush coating his cheeks unlike anything Eddie had ever seen on him before.

Steve didn’t get embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t get flustered, at least not where others could see him.

He was Mr. Charming, the smoothest guy around, the one who always knew how to respond in a flirty situation.

But right now, all Eddie saw was vulnerability, his eyes mirroring back the love Eddie felt but hadn’t put into words.

“Like this or on our sides?” Eddie whispered, not wanting the moment to be broken.

“Like this for now.”

Eddie gave a single nod, not mentioning that they should probably clean up a little, or the fact that Robin would be home soon and the bedroom door was wide open.

Steve kissed his chest before he settled with his head in the crook of his neck, breath hot against Eddie’s pulse point.

Eddie’s cock was hard again inside Steve, but both of them ignored it, savoring the feeling of finally having each other.

Steve was asleep quickly, and Eddie let his mind wander as he traced his fingers up and down Steve’s back.

This first date felt a lot like the beginning of a long future.

–

When Eddie woke up the next morning, his cock was in Steve’s mouth, and Steve already had two fingers in his hole, lube slowly dripping between his cheeks.

“What a way to wake up,” Eddie moaned.

Steve pulled off of him, already smirking, lips red and glistening with spit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie. Keep going,” Eddie’s voice was rough from sleep.

“You got it, baby.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #transmasculine steve harrington #light d/s #soft dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson

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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year

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could you do a dialogue with remus lupin where the he's dating james' twin sister who is also in gryffindor and james finds out because someone caught them sneaking out of the castle and took a picture and posted it on social media (i know they didn't have technology at hogwarts but whatever) and he gives remus permission to date his sister (as if remus needed his permission) but he gives them a bunch of rules like no kissing in front of him and they can never hangout if he's not there because he's very protective. just something very fluffy and sweet. wow i just realized how long that was. sorry!

omg yes! I changed the social media thing though but I hope you still like it 😁

"Would you care to explain to me what this is?!" James said, bursting into the Common Room and slamming a picture on the table.

"A photo of Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, and Alice that Frank took yesterday?" you asked, confused.

"Not that! In the background! Is that you kissing Remus? Why are you kissing my best friend?"

"Really? I thought Sirius was your best friend" you said, trying to sound confused.

"Well, Sirius is my oldest friend- No! Wait! Don't change the subject!" he snapped as Sirius, Remus, and Peter walked inside. "Oh, there he is! Do you have anything to say for yourself?!" James glared at you.

"Yes" you said, taking a deep breath as the other three guys looked at you confused. "Sirius, James said Remus is his best friend-"

"What?!" Sirius asked, genuinely looking heartbroken.

"No, that's not what-! Very funny!" James glared at you as you tried not to laugh.

"Jamie, what do you want me to say? I'm dating Remus" you said as if it was nothing.

"What? Since when?" James said, looking between you and Remus as Remus walked closer to you and held your hand.

"A couple of months" he said, kissing your head.

"WHAT? And you didn't tell me?!"

"We actually had a bet to see how long it would take you to figure it out" Peter laughed, handing Sirius two chocolate frogs. "I bet they could get away with it until we graduated" he informed him.

"What? No! Okay, who else knows about this?"

"Literally everyone" you informed him.

"So, you just hid it from me?" he asked, sadly.

"Prongs, it wasn't like that. We just... we weren't sure how you were going to take it" Remus said, truthfully.

"Yeah, Jamie, it was my idea. I knew you would get all big-brothery and-"

"I am your big brother-"

"You are SEVEN minutes older than me!" you glared at him. "But... I love Remus" you told him.

"You- you love him?" James asked, smiling a little.

"And I love her" Remus said pulling you closer to him.

"Alright, I have come to my decision" James informed everyone.

"What do you mean a decision-?" you asked.

"You have my permission to date my sister" he told Remus.

"I don't really... need your permision" he frowned.

"But! I do have a few rules-"

"You do know there is no way we are following any-" you started.

"No kissing in front of me! That is disgusting" he continued, ignoring you. "And no hanging out if I am not present!"

"That is definitely not going to happen" you laughed.

"I'm serious!"

"Okay, fine, Jamie" you rolled your eyes. "I'm gonna go meet Lily and tell her how I cannot hang out with my boyfriend without my brother then" you said, kissing Remus' cheek and squeezing his hand before you left the Common Room.

"Right, and I'm gonna go... to the Library" Remus said before he quickly followed you.

"Well" James said, sitting down on the sofa. "I believe I handled that pretty well" he said, smiling proudly.

Sirius and Peter looked at each other before they sat down in front of him.

"Mate, you do know they just played you, right?" Peter asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Lily is sitting right over there with Marlene" Sirius pointed out. "And Remus didn't even have his bag with him" he laughed as James widened his eyes.

"Shit! Give me the Map!"

"Moony has it" Sirius shrugged.

"That bloody prick!" he said, getting up and started to walk out of the room.

"What are you gonna do? Look around for them in the entire castle?" Peter asked.

"If I have to!" James yelled before he was gone.

"I thought you had the Map" Peter said, looking at Sirius, confused.

"I do" he said, taking it out. "Moony gives me chocolate every time I keep Prongs away from them" he laughed.

#marauders #marauders imagine #remus lupin #james potter #remus lupin x reader #james potter x sister!reader #remus lupin imagine #james potter imagine #remus lupin dialogue #james potter dialogue

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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room for three (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: stood up at the bar on a saturday night, you decide to have one more drink and then head home, but a handsome couple has other ideas in mind.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. for everyone wondering why i've been quiet, i'm on the mend from covid but finally feeling better and writing again! more to come very soon, including more into the aurora. x

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), oral (m receiving), rough sex, noona kink, use of 'whore' but in a sexy way, extremely intense orgasms, big dick yunho, talented dick hwa, cute husbands adding a third

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 9.1K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || the sequel; and if i stay

After an hour, you’re sure he’s not coming. You can’t say you’re too disappointed, another in a long line of blind dates set up by your mother trying to find you a husband, and you’re starting to think that maybe this just isn’t for you.

It’s not the first time you’ve been stood up, but it’s the first time in a long while and you had forgotten the sting of it. The way it feels to a be a woman alone at the restaurant bar, checking your phone endlessly and nursing a drink, feeling the pity of the wait staff and bartenders when you tell them you’ll wait just a little bit longer.

You had started off with water, but around the thirty-minute mark you decided it was a fifty-fifty chance he was ditching you, and you should just start drinking. You’re paced with your first cocktail, still giving this faceless man the benefit of the doubt. Traffic could be bad, work could be crazy, phone lines everywhere in Seoul could be down, or he could have just decided against meeting you.

Sipping the end of your cocktail, you sigh. It’s also possible that he made it to the restaurant, saw you, and left, but that’s a thought you can’t entertain for too long without feeling sad about being thirty and single.

Your phone lights up with a text message and you open it to see the incoming message from your best friend – how is it??? is he cute??

a no show – you respond quickly, and you see the bubble pop up immediately to indicate that she’s typing.

what an ass – she says, and then a second message comes through – you deserve a drink.

way ahead of you – you tell her, sending her a picture of your fancy looking cocktail.

pick up a handsome stranger – she suggests with a cheeky emoji – and never agree to a blind date from your mom again.

haha – you roll your eyes as you type – i’m just going to go home, order pizza, and watch a movie or something

suit yourself – she sends with a shrugging emoji – call me later

You sigh, sending her a thumbs up and leaning back from the bar. It’s a pretty restaurant, romantic and warm, and you really would have liked to eat here. You watch the ice in your glass melting for a minute and check the time. You should go home, kick off these ridiculously high heels, and find something infinitely more comfortable to wear than this dress.

You’re a moment away from standing up and going to going to coat check when the bartender returns and slides another drink in front of you with a smile.

“Oh,” you shake your head slightly, “I didn’t order another drink,”

“It’s from the gentlemen across the bar,” he nods over his shoulder in a vague direction.

“Thank you,” you tell him, and you’re sure the surprise is evident on your face. As he leaves to tend to other patrons, you turn and look for the men who sent you the drink.

The first thing you realize is how striking they are, and the one with the sharp eyes raises his glass to you and nods with a smile. The man next to him, with kind eyes and an easy, relaxed air about him simply gives you a warm smile before turning back to his friend.

You recover quickly from your surprise and nod back in thanks. They make no effort to get up, and both have already looked away from you, so you accept the drink quietly and settle back into your seat at the bar for just one more. The only thing is that you can’t stop glancing over at them, handsome and ignoring you, which just about always describes your type. The kind looking taller man stands, and you watch him out of the corner of his eye as he drops a handful of bills on the bar. He leans in close to his friend and murmurs something in his ear, and you watch when his hand rests on the back of his neck, and softly strokes the hair at the nape of his neck. More than friends then.

As the tall one disappears back into the restaurant, presumably to find the bathroom or check on their table, you realize these men are clearly a couple who realized you had been stood up and sent you a drink. It was sweet, and also kind of sad, and you draw your eyes back down to your phone to finish your drink in relative peace and silence.

It startles you when a man slides into the seat next to you, and you realize it’s the one with the striking eyes and plush mouth, no longer across the bar but right here in front of you. He smiles wide, revealing perfectly white teeth, “Hello,” he says and his voice is deeper than you expected.

“Hi,” you shift in your seat to angle towards him just a bit, “I guess I should be thanking you for the drink,”

He shakes his head, waving your thanks away, “Forgive me if I’m assuming something here,” he says, “but you look dressed for a date.”

“Mm,” you nod and shrug, “he didn’t show,”

“I thought that might be the case,” he says, and he breaks your gaze to reach out for the bartender, ordering two more drinks with an easy silent hand gesture.

“And you?” You ask him, a striking flutter in your stomach when he looks at you again, “Are you and your partner waiting for a table?”

“Husband,” he corrects softly and then moves smoothly past it, “No, we just stopped by for a drink or two. We just noticed you sitting alone and thought we might be able to make your night a little better,”

“That’s very kind,” you smile, relaxing into some easy conversation. He’s handsome, and it makes you feel a little like blushing every time he looks at you, but knowing the pressure is off for flirting leaves you feeling more comfortable than not.

“I’m Seonghwa,” he introduces himself.

“y/n,” you reply.

“That’s pretty,” he smiles, and as the bartender returns with the two drinks you realize one isn’t for you, but for his husband. You had most of the drink that they bought you left, and you take a quick sip as Seonghwa thanks the bartender and takes one of the drinks.

You’re about to thank him again or find something to make conversation about, when a hand drops onto the back of your chair and Seonghwa’s husband steps closer, occupying the space between your two bar seats and feeling even taller standing over you. He’s handsome too, especially up close where you can really be dazzled by his kind smile and broad shoulders.

“There you are,” the man smiles down at Seonghwa and then turns to you, “I’m Yunho,”

“y/n,” you tell him, and you don’t miss the way Seonghwa’s hand reaches around Yunho to rest on his back.

“That is pretty,” he nods, and then he refocuses on the drinks at the bar, “is that for me?”

Seonghwa nods and passes him the glass.

Yunho’s hand stays anchored on the back of your chair, but you don’t mind. You’re tucked up close with them at the bar, these two strangers, but it feels comfortable and easy, and almost like you’re sharing a little secret amongst the three of you. You don’t mind not being alone at the bar anymore either.

“So, your date,” Yunho moves the light conversation back to you, “did he get stuck at work or something?”

“Ah,” you sigh, shaking your head, “no, he’s just a no show. It was a blind date though, so maybe I dodged a bullet.”

“I’d say so,” Seonghwa observes.

“His loss,” Yunho agrees, “I’m sure he’d be kicking himself if he knew how beautiful you are,”

His tone is almost flirtatious, and you can’t hide the blush that warms your cheeks, aided slightly by the second cocktail. “Well,” you take a sip of your drink, “thank you,”

“I never liked blind dates,” Seonghwa’s nose scrunches a bit at the idea and Yunho laughs.

“You went on one,” Yunho shakes his head, “and you were twenty. Of course, it was terrible,”

Seonghwa smirks up at him, “I meant I never liked the idea of them,”

They’re sweet together, and you think idlily for a moment you wouldn’t mind being their friend.

Yunho turns back to you and holds your gaze, “Do you do this a lot, then?”

“Blind dates?” You clarify and he nods. “Lately,” you smile, “I’m doing my best to appease my very nervous mother,”

“Ah,” he takes a long sip of his drink and then asks, “no promising candidates?”

“Not yet,” you laugh, “I think I’m about to give up dating men entirely.”

Yunho hums, a low pleased sound and looks to Seonghwa before meeting your eyes, “You need someone to take care of you.”

The tone has shifted from casual joking to whatever this is with one look, and you feel a sudden strike of heat in your stomach. There’s no mistaking his gaze now, and you wonder suddenly how you got so far out into such deep water.

Seonghwa’s voice is low and direct when he says, “We could take care of you.”

You lower your drink to the bar, afraid that if you don’t it might slip right through your fingers, and they watch you carefully. The way your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part softly, a pink flush up your neck and cheeks. When you shift on your barstool, your legs tightening, unconsciously applying a little pressure to your core, they know they have you.

“I’m not sure I understand,” you manage.

“If you’re interested,” Seonghwa leans forwards just a few inches, “we’d like to take you home with us.”

“Tonight?” you ask.

Yunho grins, quietly laughing, “Yes, tonight.”

“But I thought you were,” you gesture between them, drawing a line in the air from Seonghwa to Yunho and back again.

“We are,” Seonghwa smiles, “but that doesn’t mean we aren’t interested in you, and we still would like to take you home.”

You’re suddenly a little embarrassed, you didn’t mean to assume anything about their relationship or their sexuality, but you’d be lying if you said this is what you expected when they came over to have a drink with you. You nod, mostly to yourself and consider their words. You want them, a striking realization. You want them, and you want them to take you apart, and that thought terrifies you.

“What does taking me home mean, exactly?” You ask.

“It means you would spend the night with us,” Seonghwa explains.

“All of us,” you clarify, “together?”

“If you’d like,” he nods.

They wait patiently while you consider things, and in the back of your mind you hear your best friend’s voice in your head, she had suggested you find a handsome stranger. You certainly didn’t expect to find two. You look between them, their eyes still warm and kind, and you have a sense that you can trust them. As you take a breath to answer them, you hope you aren’t wrong, “Okay,”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Yunho says softly, and you’re suddenly aware of how close he’s been standing to you this whole time, “we’ll take good care of you.”

For some reason, you believe him.

You swallow hard, your skin buzzing with anxious anticipation. Seonghwa seems visibly relaxed now that you’ve agreed, and he takes a sip of his drink, “We’ve been looking for someone to dote on,”

They seem amused by your expression, and you shake it off come back to reality. You’ve had one night stands before, but they’re few and far between and never quite like this, but no matter how safe they are making you feel now, you should treat it like any other time in the past. You clear your throat softly and ask, “Would you be uncomfortable if I shared your address with my friend?”

“Not at all,” Yunho shakes his head, “whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

You take your phone off the bar and open your texts, tapping out a quick message to your friend to let her know you took her advice, and you’d call her tomorrow, before sharing your location with her indefinitely.

“Once you’re ready,” Seonghwa nods to your drink on the bar.

“Oh,” You push the drink away slightly, “honestly, I’d rather keep a clear head.”

“Of course,” he smiles, and lays his hand on top of yours.

“I’ll order a car,” Yunho says, and he quickly organizes an Uber ride to pick you up outside the restaurant.

It feels like before you can blink, you’re tucked between the two of them in the back of a black sedan, their apartment only twenty minutes away in the evening Seoul traffic. The ride is quiet, and you hope they can’t hear the way your heart is pounding against your ribs. This was easily the most spur of the moment thing you’ve ever done, but after months of failed dates with boring men you don’t seem to care.

Seonghwa gently runs the back of his knuckles down your forearm, and you inhale sharply, your skin erupting in goosebumps. He looks over to you, but his hand against your arm doesn’t still, “You okay, love?”

You nod, but you’re unable to really say anything after the way his voice sounded, low and crisp when he called you love. Something deep inside you wants him to say it again.

The car drives on, and Yunho seems calm and collected as he watches the city flick by outside. Your body tenses when he drops a hand on your bare knee, sliding it up just enough so that his fingertips rest softly on your inner thigh, his thumb stroking your knee slowly, steadily. You can’t help but picture him moving his hand further up your thigh, under your skirt, teasing your wet folds with his long fingers, sinking them inside you. You don’t even realize the way you’ve parted your knees for him like a reflex, only an inch or two wider, but he smiles softly at your response and continues watching out the window.

You notice the thin, simple ring he wears on his index finger and realize that neither of them is wearing a traditional wedding band.

“We’re not far now,” Seonghwa tells you, and you nod, shaken out of your thoughts.

Yunho’s hand stays steady on your knee, possessive, the weight of it grounding you to the moment as the car finally turns down their street and slows to a stop, hazard lights on. Yunho opens his door, tightening the hand on your knee for just a moment before pulling away and climbing out of the car, and your breath quickens.

He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, you don’t want to be unsteady on your heels or in this tight dress. The street is busy, cars rushing past you in the night, and Yunho keeps you tucked between himself and the car, maneuvering you with ease and a hand on your waist.

You meet Seonghwa on the sidewalk, and he waves you towards the tall apartment building. You pass through an entry way with a doorman who greets Seonghwa and Yunho kindly, calling you miss even though you’re pretty sure you’re older than both men by a couple of years, and get into an elevator to take you to the tenth floor.

The building is nice, incredibly nice. Far nicer than yours, and you wonder what their jobs could be to accommodate something like this in such an expensive part of Seoul.

Once inside their apartment, the gentle tension between the three of you diffuses, as you’re finally able to acknowledge more openly what’s about to happen. You step into their space and look around, wide windows along the far wall, clean and neat décor – masculine with a few interesting accents, and it’s overwhelmingly clean.

“Welcome,” Seonghwa takes your coat and hangs it neatly in the entryway closet before ushering you more properly inside. “I’ll get you some water? Unless you’ve changed your mind about the drink?”

“Water’s fine,” you smile, and he steps through the open concept space into a large, bright kitchen.

“This apartment is beautiful,” you say as you take it in.

“Thank you,” Yunho smiles, seeming even more relaxed now that he’s at home, “we love it here. It’s right in the middle of everything,”

“What is it that you both do?” You ask, trying to find a tactful way of finding out how they could possibly afford the space.

Seonghwa returns with your water, and they bring you into the living room, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Yunho takes a seat on chair opposite you, “Seonghwa’s a writer,” he smiles up at his husband, clearly proud, “and I’m a lawyer,”

“That’s interesting,” you lean forwards, and Seonghwa moves past you to sit on the sofa with you.

Yunho makes a face and shrugs, “It’s contract law, so not that interesting really, but he’s published now.”

Seonghwa looks a little shy while his husband touts his accomplishments, and shakes his head, “it’s nothing, really.”

Yunho shakes his head, “It’s two books,”

“That’s impressive actually,” you tell him, “novels?”

“Yes,” he nods.

“I’d love to see,”

“Another time,” Seonghwa shakes his head and waves Yunho off, who you can tell is a breath away from running to the bookshelf.

Seonghwa shifts a little closer to you on the couch, “What about you?”

“Oh,” you smile, “I’m an engineer,” a job that the men you dated often found intimidating.

“Interesting,” he replies, “do you like it?”

“Very much,” It feels suddenly like you’re on a real date with them, and you’re grateful that they are easing you into their space and the night, it helps your nerves melt away. “How did you two meet?”

“College,” Yunho looks to Seonghwa, and you can see the deep affection in his face.

“That’s nice,” you murmur.

“y/n,” Seonghwa clears his throat, “can I ask how old you are?”

“I’m thirty,” you offer without hesitation, “and I’m a little upset that you guys have a much nicer apartment than I do when you’re younger than me.”

Yunho chuckles and shrugs, and after a beat you find yourself asking too, “How old are you both, then?”

“Twenty-seven,” Yunho offers and nods to Seonghwa, “he’s twenty-eight.”

“Two books by twenty-eight,” you sigh, “I see why you talk him up,” you say to Yunho, and he smiles, eyebrows raised to Seonghwa.

You take a long sip of water and it’s quiet, a lull in conversation, and you watch as Yunho and Seonghwa silently communicate something with their eyes.

“Is there anything else you need?” Seonghwa hand rests on your leg for a moment.

“No, I think I’m fine,”

“Then we should discuss tonight,” Seonghwa says, “we’d like to be sure we understand your boundaries.”

“Oh,” you’re surprised again, “okay, that makes sense. We hardly know each other,”

“Exactly,” he nods, before looking to Yunho and giving him a nod.

Yunho leans forwards in his chair, elbows on his knees and he gently clasps his hands in front of him before he says, “First, I should ask, do you have any hard lines? Anything specific that makes you uncomfortable?”

“I don’t think so,” you search your brain, but can’t come up with anything.

He nods and adjusts, “Let me ask it a little differently,” he says, “are you comfortable being more submissive?”

You blush, and Yunho smiles, loving the way you jumped into this experience headfirst but still seem completely embarrassed by the logistics of it. You nod a beat later to respond to his question, “I’d prefer it,” you tell him honestly.

“That’s good,” his eyes flick to Seonghwa, and back to you. “If I had to guess, you seem like you would enjoy praise, but how about a little degradation? Name calling and more targeted dirty talk?”

Your stomach tightens at his words, and you nod again, “All good.”

“And pain?” He checks.

“What do you mean?” You fold your arms unconsciously, leaning back and crossing your arms in front of you, which does not go unnoticed by either of them. The spectrum of pain that could be incorporated into sex is a wide one, and you’re suddenly nervous.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it,” he assures you, “it’s just good for us to know before we start anything.”

“I mean,” you let your arms drop, and try to delicately work out exactly what he means, “rough sex is fine, that can be good, and I don’t mind light things, I guess? I just wouldn’t want to,” you knot your hands together, “actually be in pain, I don’t think I would like that.”

He nods along with your words, “I understand,” he says, holding your gaze, “we won’t hurt you.”

“Last thing,” Seonghwa brushes a hand down your back, “if you want to stop for anything – to take a break, to stop altogether, or if you don’t like something, just tell us. We want you to feel safe with us,”

“I do so far,” you admit.

“Well then,” Seonghwa smiles and looks to Yunho, “is there anything else?”

“Ah,” Yunho nods, “birth control. Should we be concerned about that, would you prefer we wear condoms?”

“I’m on birth control, but,” you look between them, “is this something you do often?”

Yunho shakes his head, a warm, small smile on his lips, “No, and we’ve been tested since our last additional partner. What about you?”

You laugh and shrug, “I haven’t gotten out much lately, and at my last physical I tested clean,”

“Then we’re comfortable if you are,”

“I am,” you nod, and Yunho leans back in his seat, looking pleased. You were both taking some things on faith about each other, but everything’s felt shockingly right since the bar, and with the way Yunho was carefully walking through your boundaries beforehand, you feel like you can trust them.

Yunho leans back in his chair fully, his legs seated wide open, and his eyes darken. “Hwa,” he nods to his husband, and you realize you’re about to start – no longer talking in hypotheticals.

“y/n,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft and a little tender, “come here, love.”

You lean towards him, and slowly he presses his mouth to yours. He’s careful with you, kissing you with closed lips and settling his hand on your hip, but slowly he starts to probe forwards. His tongue dips deliciously into your mouth as your lips part, and his hands start to stray as he moves to hover over you as you still sit side by side on the couch.

Seonghwa’s lips move across your jaw and slowly down your throat, when his hand on your ribs tightens, you gasp pleasantly.

“Mm,” Seonghwa hums against your throat, “you’re so responsive,”

At a nip of his teeth you jump, a little shockwave running over you. You shift to kiss his lips again, and he drags you forwards against him so you can hold onto his shoulders. You hum against his lips and try to shift so that you’re facing him better on the couch but the tight column of your dress gets in the way of your movement.

Seonghwa tugs collar of the navy-blue dress a little and you feel his fingers find the zipper on the back, “Let’s take this off you, hmm?”

You nod, all you seem to be able to do with your brain short circuiting like this, and he drags the zipper down to expose your back to the cool air of the apartment. Seonghwa peels it away from you with ease, and it pools at your waist. You’ll need to stand to shimmy it off fully, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush.

He drinks you in, and you’re suddenly grateful that you chose the underwear you did. He cups your breast over your bra, a little lace in peachy pink, and squeezes softly. “Isn’t she perfect?” Seonghwa turns and looks to Yunho.

You had almost forgotten he was in the room, so quiet while you and Seonghwa explored each other, but when you follow his gaze, you see Yunho’s eyes dark with desire his lips wet. “Perfect,” he confirms.

Seonghwa stands and pulls you to your feet, and he loosens the zipper on the back of your dress the rest of the way. With a slide of his hands he strips the fabric off you, his hands splayed wide on your thighs as he settles behind you.

Yunho holds a handout to you, and you step forwards, Seonghwa’s hands falling away.

“Come sit,” he adjusts his legs and pats his thigh, prompting you to straddle him on the chair and sit on his lap, facing him.

His gaze is exposing, and you can feel yourself blushing when you look away from him. He makes a negative noise with his tongue against his teeth, and he raises your eyes with his and on your jaw, “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, “I just don’t know that anyone’s ever looked at me this closely before,”

He smiles and looks down at your body, pressing softly on your chest to make you lean away from him a little, and you brace yourself with a hand behind you on his knee. He drags his middle and ring finger down your body, starting at your breastbone and coasting slowly over your stomach, dipping along your navel, and stopping just above the hemline of your panties. He strokes the skin here, massaging it gently, “You deserve to be looked at,” he lets his thumb slip under your panties, continuing his massaging circles, “and to be touched.”

“Oh,” you shiver, and he likes the way you’re already twitching with need above him.

“Do you want to be touched?” his thumb slides lower and brushes it lightly your skin.

You nod, a little desperately, “Yes,” you already sound a little breathless.

“Not yet,” he moves suddenly, sitting up and dragging you forwards against him in one smooth movement, and he catches your mouth with his, he’s lips insistent and hungry against yours.

His hands roam your body, palming each breast, sweeping along your hips and thighs, and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. You can’t help the soft moan that slips out of your mouth when he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, and he sighs into you.

“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice cuts through and you both break the kiss to turn to him, “let’s take her to bed, hmm?”

“Mhm,” he holds you close and hoists himself standing, pulling your legs up around his hips and hooking one of his arms under your hips to hold you up, “Let’s go,”

“You can put me down,” you offer him.

“Not a chance,” his hands squeeze you.

Once in the bedroom, he deposits you in the center of their king mattress, appraising you and waiting for Seonghwa.

“You look good in our bed,” Seonghwa observes, his voice dropping at the sight of you.

You push up on your elbows, “Where should we start?”

“Just relax,” Yunho eases you, “we’re in no rush,”

Yunho moves behind Seonghwa, dropping his head to nuzzle softly against his temple, bringing his arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders. Your mouth runs dry the minute you watch Yunho’s mouth working against Seonghwa’s throat, and his hands start to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, bearing Seonghwa’s chest to you little by precious little.

You inhale sharply and watch Seonghwa drop his head back to bare his neck, adorned in a fine gold chain, his eyes slipping shut and letting himself sink into the tender ministrations of his lover. As Yunho runs his hands up Seonghwa’s chest slowly, your legs part on their own and the hand you had resting on your stomach starts to creep lower.

You can’t tear your eyes away from them, Seonghwa’s chest rising and falling in quick pants as Yunho sucks on his pulse points and runs his thumb across a nipple. You dip your fingers under your panties, sinking your fingers into your already wet folds, and start to circle your fingers expertly on your already swollen clit.

At a broken little whimper from your lips, Yunho and Seonghwa both look to you and for a moment they watch the way your hand bobs up and down, fabric straining over the back of your knuckles, but then Seonghwa steps forwards and seizes your wrist, pulling your hand free.

“We told you,” He kneels on the bed by your side, “we’ll take care of you.” He raises your hand to his lips and takes your wet fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around your digits and sucking off any evidence of your arousal.

“Oh,” you breathe, nearly groaning at the sensation.

He slides your fingers slowly from his mouth, kissing the tips softly before dropping your hand back on your stomach and sliding off the bed again. In the interim, Yunho has stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, and you’re electric with anticipation.

“You have to taste her,” Seonghwa says, unbuckling his belt to drop his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers.

“I will,” Yunho assures him, and the promise of it has you aching to be touched.

Seonghwa slips back onto the bed with you, only this time he slides down to lay next to you, rolling you to face him on your side and kisses you hard, his lips more insistent this time and his hand tight on your hip. The bed dips behind you, and Yunho brings himself close to your back, almost spooning. He runs his hand along your thigh and presses it up, maneuvering your one leg up and bent at the knee, and Seonghwa deftly catches it and holds it hitched over his hip.

You’re trembling when Yunho starts to touch you, running his finger along your clothed slit, and you want to beg for more, but Seonghwa won’t let you leave his kisses for anything but air. Yunho knows though, reading your body’s twitches and jerks, and he hooks his finger under the edge of your panties to push them aside and sink a single finger inside you. You gasp against Seonghwa’s mouth and Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “You’re so tight, baby,” he works his finger in and out of you slowly, “do you really think you can take us?”

Seonghwa smiles against your mouth and his fingers tighten on your thigh, “Too tight for Yunho’s fingers?”

All you can manage is a moan, and when Yunho pulls out this time, he adds a second finger and presses you open more. “We can work you open,” he breaths against your back, warm breath on your bare skin, “don’t worry, baby.”

“Oh my god,” you can’t believe how good they are at this, practiced in how to touch and what to say, and you know there’s no coming back from this, every touch making you more insatiable.

Yunho’s fingers leave you, and he leans away to unhook your bra, sliding the straps down and you maneuver with them to take it off and toss it aside. Seonghwa moves closer, impossibly so, and slides his leg between yours, pressing up firmly with his thigh against your center. He slips a hand into your hair and holds you firmly before holding your gaze tightly and nodding, his thigh flexing under you.

You know what he wants instantly, and you rock against him, grinding yourself down on his bare thigh, the rough lace of your underwear creating sharp friction against your clit. Yunho’s hand slips between you, palming your bare breast and tweaking your nipple, flicking and rolling it as it pebbles up hard under his fingers.

Seonghwa’s face has a hardened edge to it now, and you hold onto him desperately as you work yourself against him, embarrassingly close to coming already. He adjusts his hold on your hair and holds you tight, “Come on then,” he taunts you, “you wanted to make yourself come so badly,”

“Oh god,” you try to drop your eyes, but he holds you steady, his free hand delivering a quick slap to your backside.

You jolt, whimpering into a moan, and Yunho massages the spot to soothe the sting. When you come it’s fast against Seonghwa’s thigh, and they let you drop back against the bed a moment later.

Yunho pulls his shirt over his head and lays back flat against the bed, getting himself comfortable before he turns to you. You’re looking into his eyes when you feel a tug on your panties, Seonghwa pulling them down and off you.

“I need you to come up here,” Yunho grins, tapping his chin.

“What do you,” you’re starting to say, put Seonghwa has already pulled you up and away from Yunho before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re going to sit on his face,” Seonghwa says, not a question but a command, “and he’s going to make you come.”

Your breath is caught in your throat, but you’re ready, throwing your nerves and any lingering self-consciousness out the window. Seonghwa watches as you move to climb onto Yunho, but he interrupts you when he sees which way you’ll be facing. “Turn the other way,” he says, and guides you until you straddle Yunho, resting two hands on his chest to hold yourself steady.

Yunho pulls you down sharply, his tongue probing your slick folds to find your clit. His arms wrap tightly around your hips to hold you steady, and you’re left to do nothing but hold yourself up and rock your hips against his tongue.

“Eyes on me,” Seonghwa says, and your head snaps up. Seonghwa pulls Yunho’s boxers down his legs with ease, and your eyes widen at the sight of his cock standing hard at attention. You moan, wanting him with such a sudden heat that your hips drop down a little further and you hear Yunho hum, pleased and encouraging.

Seonghwa drops between Yunho’s legs, and though Seonghwa himself is not a small man, between Yunho’s thighs and long legs he looks it. You watch as Seonghwa starts to work Yunho’s cock, rolling his wrist and pumping up and down his thick length. Yunho moans into you and sucks your clit sharply in response, your brain spiking with pleasure, and you collapse further down onto Yunho.

“I’ll show you what he likes,” Seonghwa says, and he dips his head to accept Yunho in his mouth. His hips jerk, and Seonghwa slaps Yunho’s thigh softly as if to tell him off. Seonghwa bobs his head up and down Yunho’s cock, as far down as he can take him comfortably and you are flushed with heat, a tight knot of pleasure building inside you.

Yunho moans into you again and your legs start to shake, his constant attention to your clit driving you up fast and you can’t control the sounds that leave you now. Seonghwa pulls off Yunho when he hears you, and reaches up to take your chin, “Spit,” he commands, holding out his hand and you comply easily, pooling saliva in your mouth and letting it run from your lips into his hand.

Seonghwa drops the hand you spit into on Yunho’s throbbing cock and works his hand faster now, the sound slick and wet and with Seonghwa’s eyes on you, you come again, falling fully onto Yunho’s chest and abdomen and arching your hips, letting him hold you to his tongue for as long as possible until he’s sure you’ve come through it.

He pulls away from you with a gasp, “Hwa, stop, stop,” and you see the way Yunho’s hips are jerking, thrusting his cock into Seonghwa’s tight hand, too close to coming for how early it is in the night.

Seonghwa pulls his hand away, and leans forward to kiss you, tender, “You’re doing so well,”

You smile, dreamy, and ease yourself off Yunho.

Yunho sits up, pulling you into his arms with ease, “Look at you,” he kisses you and smiles, “you’re perfect,”

“Love,” Seonghwa brushes his hand along your thigh, “what do you need?”

Your hand drifts, coasting down Yunho’s front, and you run your hand along his hard cock. Yunho groans softly, his eyes fluttering shut, and you kiss his chest, “I want you in my mouth,”

Yunho pants slightly as you pump your hand, but you turn in his arms to look at Seonghwa, “and I want you inside me,”

Seonghwa’s lips quirk into a smile and he chuckles, “Is that how you want to be treated, love? Like a whore?”

No one’s ever called you that before, and you whine unexpectedly, Seonghwa watching when your face melts into a needy pout, and he knows he’s unlocking something for you.

“If that’s what you want,” he shrugs, and he taps Yunho to tell him it’s time to move into a new position.

When Yunho shifts off the bed to stand, Seonghwa kneels behind you, and he pulls your hips up fast to position you on all fours. The head of his cock is pressing at your entrance a second later, and he pushes down on your back to arch you open.

“Please,” you look back at him, “please fuck me,”

He shakes his head, “Take him in your mouth first,” He says, “as far as you can,”

Yunho steps towards you, and you open your mouth eagerly, ready and waiting. He cups your chin and sinks his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head steady as he shifts his hips forwards and slides his cock over your wet tongue.

You hear him exhale hard through his nose, and you extend your neck to take him further, your mouth stretched wide around him, and your throat opens to accept as much of him as you can take. He bumps the back of your throat, and you choke around him, your gag reflex firing and he slides himself out of your mouth. You shake your head, a heaving gasp on your lips, “No, no, I want to try again,”

Yunho looks down at you, his tongue against his teeth as he holds himself back from throwing restraint away and fucking you throat, “Is that right? You want to choke on my cock?”

“Please,” you groan, opening your mouth wide, looking up at him from under your lashes.

He presses back in, and you take his cock down again, this time slower and more controlled. You steady your breathing, and when you softly choke against him this time, you keep your panic down and don’t gag against him, just struggle through a spluttering cough that seems to only make him harder. When you think you’re getting the hang of it, Seonghwa thrusts forwards and shoves his cock into deeply, griding his hips against you and gripping your waist once he’s fully seated inside you. The sudden stretch has you startled, and you pull off Yunho to cry out, your body trembling as you try to hold yourself up the way they want you.

Seonghwa’s hand comes down quick, striking your soft skin, lighting up your backside pink, and you gasp into a choked cry. Yunho pushes your hair back from your face and crouches to be at your eye level, but before he can say anything, Seonghwa delivers another punishing spank and you jolt forwards, body shaking and a tight noise from your lips.

“Hwa!” Yunho’s voice is quick and cutting and you feel Seonghwa still completely. Yunho holds your face and meets your eyes, “Too much? Are you alright?”

“Why’d you stop?” You press your hips back into Seonghwa, panting and blinking through the haze, “Keep going, please, please,”

“I knew it,” Seonghwa thrusts hard, knocking his hips into yours.

Yunho presses a messy kiss to your lips, “You’re such a good girl,” he all but growls into your ear, and he stands again to press his cock head to your lips. You lick him sharply, your tongue flicking over his soft slit before you sink your mouth over him once more.

Seonghwa picks up the pace of his thrusts, driving his cock into you at quick pace, and he curses tightly, “I knew it when I saw you at the bar,” he says, spanking you harshly again, “you were going to be a perfect little whore for us,”

Your brain whites out at his words, the sensation of him filling you fully and completely combined with the sting of his slaps and Yunho’s cock in your mouth has you completely out of control, held tightly between both men as they thrust into you. Yunho’s hand tightens on your scalp, and he pulls away from you, addressing Seonghwa over your shaking body, “Slide back for me,”

Seonghwa shifts back, his cock leaving you for a moment, and he pulls you across the sheets, repositioning you quickly before thrusting back inside you and resuming his relentless pace. Yunho kneels low in front of you on the bed, his knees open wide so he can sit low and better meet your gaze. He smiles at you, nodding when he sees the fucked-out expression on your face, and gathers your hair up, securing it a little better in one fist behind your head, his other hand coming to hold your jaw steady.

You can’t control the noises that slip out of you now, your body feeling like a live wire as Seonghwa pistons his hips harder. Yunho watches you with awe, and he curses when you make particularly pained whine and grip down on the bedsheets beneath you.

“Mhm,” Yunho coaxes you, his brows knit together as he nods, “there you go, taking Hwa so well,”

Your muscles tighten down and Seonghwa groans behind you, quickening his hips.

“Oh god, oh god,” you’ve never felt something like this, your body building to something new, and you feel the way your legs are shaking, hearing the vibration in your voice as you cry out. Yunho draws your hand to his stiff length, and you start to work it without a thought, dragging your hand over him at a steady pace, watching as Yunho’s mouth drops open in pleasure.

Seonghwa’s hand drops down on your ass again, fully unexpected this time, and you cry out, a sharp, surprised sound, but it tumbles into a keening moan as a tight string inside your body breaks and you crest into a shaking orgasm.

Yunho pulls you forwards, leaning you on his shoulder to help support you, and he kisses your hairline, his hand shifting to find your throat and squeezing down perfectly. “There you go,” he whispers to you, soothing you as you crash through it, “let go, baby, come for us, baby,”

His hand releases and you inhale sharply, a tight high-pitched whine, and you press further forwards, your entire body shaking as you come down. Seonghwa pulls out of you, his hands that were a moment ago tight on your skin now soft and massaging, and he brushes his hand lightly over the tender pink skin where he slapped you, soothing you easily now.

“I can’t breathe,” your chest is heaving, and Yunho directs you easily with his hands so that you’re lying back on the bed now, eyes shut as you recover your breath and try to feel your limbs again.

Your eyes open again when a hand caresses your chest, softly stroking your skin and running over your stomach. Seonghwa is looking down at you with kind eyes, “Hello, love,”

You sigh, a long deep exhale and reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers together, “Hi,”

“Feeling good?” He smiles.

“So good,” you let your head loll to the side and bump right into Yunho’s thigh.

“Hey, pretty girl,” He takes your free hand and kisses it softly.

“God,” your body still feels like it has the shakes, “I didn’t know it could be like that,”

Seonghwa grins, “We’re not done with you just yet,”

Yunho slides away from you and moves to the other side of the bed, closing his hands around your calves and dragging you forwards to position you better. He opens your legs, folding them back and you feel your them starting to tremble again already.

Yunho sighs, and you watch him palm his cock, stroking it as he moves closer to you, nudging your clit with the warm velvet head. Your legs jerk, your hips shifting back and away at the overstimulation, and he shushes you softly, brushing his hand up the back of your thigh and looking down at your warmly, “You’re alright,” he soothes you.

You watch as he looks up to his husband, and moments later Seonghwa moves in low behind you, reaching around you to take each of your legs and hold you open. Yunho bites his lip softly as he looks down at you before reaching to the side and grabbing a small bottle of lube. He spreads just enough over his cock to make it glisten from tip to base, and when he starts to press inside of you, you’re so grateful for it. If Seonghwa had filled you completely, Yunho was splitting you open and you cry out, your hips shifting back on their own and your head dropping back against Seonghwa’s shoulder.

Yunho presses forwards, stretching you open, and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “Come on, noona,” he whispers, husky, “you can take him.”

The sound that leaves your lips is sudden and wanton, and when your eyes flutter back open you see Yunho grinning down at you, his cock now fully sheathed inside you. “Listen to you,” he teases, rocking his hips a little, “you liked that.”

“I don’t,” you shake your head, struggling to reach for coherent thought as he starts to pump himself in and out of you, dragging along your g-spot perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure up your whole body every time he sinks all the way inside, “Fuck, fuck, god,”

Seonghwa holds your shaking legs open, but dips low to catch your ear in his teeth, softly pulling on the lobe and kissing the hollow of your ear, “Such a dirty mouth, noona,”

You’re crying now, you have to be with the whimpering sounds that leave you now, but you can’t make sense of anything, just the feeling of Yunho’s hands on your hips, his cock filling every tight little space of your cunt, and Seonghwa’s voice at your ear.

“Fuck,” your body starts to spasm, and you hear Yunho chuckle, “please, please, fuck,”

Seonghwa looks up to Yunho, “Faster,” he directs him.

Yunho tips forwards, his large hands closing over your waist to hold you steady as he fucks into faster, driving his hips down with a pointed snap on every downward thrust. Seonghwa holds you tight, kissing your face, “Do you like being our noona, baby?”

Your body shakes, locking up and you drop your head back to the bed, letting them both hold you down. Seonghwa shifts his hand to massage your clit and you keen, your walls spasming tightly around Yunho’s hard length as you come apart beneath him.

“Good girl,” Yunho groans, “come on my cock, noona,”

You brain blanks, your body quaking uncontrollably and the wave of your orgasm holding you under, blood rushing in your ears.

Seonghwa chuckles above you, “There we go,”

Yunho continues to pump his hips, “I have to come,”

Seonghwa eases up on his forearms, cupping Yunho’s cheek, “Come then,”

As your body flutters through your orgasm, Yunho groans above you, collapsing on top of you and coming hot and fast inside you. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel the way his heart is hammering away, and Seonghwa brushes a hand down both of your sweat slick skin, comforting and calming. When Yunho recovers, he lifts up and captures your mouth in a kiss, sighing against you.

A few moments pass, and then Yunho realizes you’re shaking beneath him like a leaf, and he slides out of you, rolling to the side.

Seonghwa cups your cheek, looking at how thoroughly spent you look, but he drags his thumb along your lower lip, “Can you take a little more?”

“More,” you repeat, but you brain hasn’t reconnected yet.

He pulls you gently so that you’re further on the bed, and slides between your legs, “Can you?”

You’re not entirely sure that you can, but you nod and let him open your legs up to thrust slowly back inside you. He rolls his hips into you slower this time, and you can tell just from looking at him for a moment that he’s close.

You reach to the side, your hand connecting with some extremity, and you gasp out, “Yunho,”

He shifts around to kneel by you both, and as Seonghwa works himself inside you, Yunho cups your cheek, smiling when he sees the way you’re still shaking.

“Yunho,” you repeat, your voice caught in a moan.

“I’m here,” he murmurs softly.

“He’s close,” you pant, and Yunho’s eyes darken, Seonghwa making a shaky groan above you, “he needs to come,”

Yunho realizes in a second what you’re looking for, and it fills him with warmth. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Seonghwa’s shoulder, before surging forwards and catching his mouth in a heady kiss. Yunho drags a hand down his back, cupping his ass and urging him to fuck you faster. He leans in to his husband’s ear, “You look so beautiful fucking her, so beautiful,”

Seonghwa moans against Yunho, panting as they lean against each other, foreheads pressed together, and you whine beneath them, reaching to tease Seonghwa’s nipple under your thumb to get him closer.

“Oh fuck,” He stutters.

“Please, Hwa,” you moan, “please, come, I need it, I need it,”

You watch as Yunho secures a hand to Seonghwa’s throat and squeezes, and he jerks, coming hard and sudden, his hands that are holding you steady gripping down hard enough to leave bruises. Yunho lets him go but kisses him hard.

Seonghwa pulls out and comes up on his knees between your legs, and your muscles flutter, still spasming with little aftershocks, and you feel the rush of wet warmth between your legs when their combined release drips out of you.

You’re all a little dazed, but Seonghwa recovers first, and you listen as he starts water in the bathroom for a bath. Yunho smiles softly and pulls you into his arms, lifting you with ease and following Seonghwa into the large ensuite.

“How’s that?” Yunho kisses your temple tenderly when he deposits you in the warm water of the bath, and you groan pleasantly at the sensation.

“Perfect,”

Seonghwa and Yunho both shower together, poking their heads around the glass wall to make sure you’re still doing okay every few minutes, and by the time they’re cleaned up and wearing soft sleep pants and t-shirts, the water is starting to go tepid and you’re ready to come out.

Once again, Yunho holds you steady as you step out of the bath and Seonghwa wraps you in a fluffy white towel, patting you dry while Yunho holds you standing and handing you a pretty, champagne colored robe.

“You can use this for now,” he murmurs, and you tie it around you.

“Let’s get you some water and some food,” Yunho says, his tone like Seonghwa’s, even and low.

“I feel like I’m in a fog,” you take a deep breath and sweep your hair back from your face.

“Mm,” Seonghwa nods, “you need rest.”

“Can I,” you taken an unsteady step and they both move to hold you steady, “do you mind if I stay for just a bit, I think you’re right, I could use some water.”

Yunho shakes his head at you, amused, “You’ll stay with us tonight, don’t worry about a thing.”

“I don’t want to impose,” you sigh.

“It isn’t an imposition,” Seonghwa insists, “we want you here. Now relax and let us help,”

So you do. They keep you close for the rest of the evening, cooking for you and massaging the aching muscles in your neck, kissing you with soft familiarity, and treating you much more like a date than a one-night stand.

Later, you rest in bed between them, laying up on Yunho’s chest and talking to him softly as Seonghwa brushes through your tangled hair. Yunho plays with your fingers, idlily as you lean against him. Your thumb passes over his bare ring finger.

“You don’t wear wedding bands,” you observe, more of a statement than a question.

“Not traditional ones,” Yunho smiles, and he moves your fingers to pass over the ring he wears on his index finger.

“I wear my chain,” Seonghwa says from your side, and you remember the gold adornment around his neck from earlier.

“I like non-traditional,” you murmur.

“It always worked better for us,” Yunho shrugs, “maybe it works better for you too.”

You hum softly, kissing his chest and Seonghwa puts the hairbrush aside to cuddle close to you both.

“Noona,” Seonghwa runs a hand across your arm, “how would you feel about doing this again?”

You blush at his innocuous use of noona after your unexpected response to it earlier, and Yunho chuckles. You look between them, “You mean seeing you both again? The sex?”

“Yes,” Seonghwa nods, “seeing us again,”

You nod, trying to control your grin and Yunho dips to kiss you soundly, “Good,”

“We like you here,” Seonghwa sighs against you.

“I like me here,”

They wrap you up between them, soft touches and traded kisses, and you have no idea what more time with them will mean, but you’ll take anything if it means you can rest like this in their arms a little while longer.

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