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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 1 year

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Hey :) i was the anon who asked if you're taking requests. This is a bit specific, so if you don't feel like writing this, that's totally fine. It's fun ghoul (in case you write for him, otherwise frank) x fem!reader (if that's okay). Reader has a few bigger scars on her face (from fighting some dracs or just general assholes) and is feeling pretty insecure about it. One day some people are making fun of her for it and her friend and crush Fun/Frank overhears and gets angry for her sake. She later asks him why he defended her so much, and he confesses he likes her?

You can probably guess who i am now, but I'll stay on anon anyway 😅 as I said, if you don't feel comfortable writing this, i totally get it. But I thought asking isn't hurting anyone.

Have a great week!

The World is Ugly (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: Frank's best friend has had some pretty rough shit thrown at her by the universe recently, so he's delighted to see her out and about again. But when something happens that infuriates him completely, he's left with no choice but to reveal a secret he's been keeping for years...

Word count: 3689

Warnings: discussion of traumatic injury and facial scarring, people being assholes and making asshole-y comments

(y/n) pronouns: she/her

AN: I really, really hope that I did this justice for you, sweet anon. While I don't have facial scars, I understand very well what it's like to have something about your body change very suddenly, and the struggle to adapt to that. I understand the pain, and the distress, and the wishes for things to go back to normal. But I promise you, you are still the person you were before. You are loved, and you are wonderful, and you are important.

Things do get better. It can take time, and it's very rarely a smooth process, but better is possible.

I believe in you <3

The mirrors in her apartment were still covered.

With some of them, it was easy to invent an excuse. Oh, the one propped up against the wall with a button up thrown over the top half? Yeah, that’s just some laundry that I haven’t found the time to put away, and at least when it’s there I can’t trip over it. The little mirror on the desk covered by a tote bag? Well, it kept reflecting the sun in my eyes while I was working so it was just easier to do that. But others, it was harder to explain away. The bathroom mirror, certainly, was a tricky one to come up with something logical for.

Realistically, everyone that visited knew exactly why they were hidden, just as much as (y/n) did. But nobody would even think about mentioning it. It was too soon, and she clearly needed time to acclimatise. Big changes had happened, and obviously she was still very firmly in the middle of the adjustment period. It was understandable, really.

A traumatising incident that left significant facial scarring would be horrendous for anyone to deal with.

She knew that, in time, she would have to accept the changes that had happened. The doctors had said that even once things had healed up fully, there would most likely still be some permanent marks. They had suggested some different things to try, types of creams and oils that could help make the lines less noticeable. But they had also been very clear - it was highly unlikely that her face would ever be quite the same again. Those scars would always be there in some capacity.

Right now, thinking about that was far too much to bear. Which is why for now, for the forseeable future, the mirrors would remain shrouded.

It was far more challenging to keep away from other people. Over the first couple of weeks, (y/n) had relied on her family and friends to shop and bring food home to her, simply unable to face the thought of going outside where strangers would be able to see. But cooping herself up inside was driving her insane. She missed the warmth of sunlight on her skin, the sensation of light rain dampening her hair. She missed the sound of dogs playing in the local park when she walked to the bookshop, and the shitty music that filled every store. She missed the smell of the bakery a few streets away, and the smile she always got from the pretty girl at the flower shop next door. She missed human existence.

And so, staring at the empty carton of milk in her hand and the sparse leftovers in the fridge, she decided that she was going to go back to it. It would be difficult, obviously, but if she stuck to her old routines, she was sure she could manage.

It was either this, or spend the rest of her life as a hermit. And she knew which idea she preferred.

Thankfully, it was cool enough outside that (y/n) definitely needed a hoodie - the wind was disturbing the branches of the tree in the little shared garden of the apartment block, and the weather forecast promised rain later. Neither of those things were of vital importance to her; what mattered more was the fact that she would have an easy way to hide her face if needed.

Going outside for the first time felt a little like being freed from prison. Her incarceration had been self inflicted, but the relief at liberation was a feeling any prisoner would understand. The feeling of the breeze against the new contours of her face, still very sensitive a week after the stitches had been removed, was bizarre. It felt like a cool finger was mapping them out: the one that crossed the bridge of her nose, the large one spanning her cheek, the places where scar tissue met hairline and lip and eyelid. Had she looked at her reflection, she would likely have been pleasantly surprised; none of the scars were as thick as they felt, and they already appeared to be healing fairly smoothly. Scars often feel far worse than they look, and getting used to the idea of their presence is half the battle. But of course, she wasn’t ready for that just yet. Healing takes time, of course. And baby steps were better than no steps at all.

Her first stop was the bakery; bravery deserved a reward, and just getting past the foyer of the apartment building had taken a huge amount of guts, let alone getting this far. The teenager behind the counter had beamed when she went in, already reaching for her regular shopping.

“Hey, it’s been far too long! I almost thought you’d been stolen away by that place down the road. Still going for the same stuff?”

The fact that they hadn’t even commented on her face, simply looking pleased to see her, almost made her tear up. “Yeah, the usual is good with me. Throw a couple of those doughnuts in as well though, please. It’s been... a rough couple of weeks.”

As they took her money and handed over the bag, their smile softened. “Those doughnuts are on the house today. We, uh... we heard what happened. And we’ve all missed seeing our favourite customer, so... it’s nice to have you back.”

Just about managing to croak out a ‘thanks’ before saying goodbye, promising to be back in again soon, she left. The tears that threatened to fall were happy ones. To have someone treat her just like an ordinary person was all she had wanted. Things were off to a far better start than she’d imagined.

The next place she wanted to go was the coffee shop - because making her own was just far too much effort, quite honestly, but the number of people in there made her pause for a moment. There’d only been one other customer in the bakery, and he’d spent the entire time engrossed in a YouTube video while eating his way through a bag of mini cheese pastries. The cafe, in comparison, was pretty much packed.

A familiar grinning face appeared in her line of sight, and the sound of Frank’s voice snapped her out of her little reverie.

“Hey, if it isn’t my favourite person in the whole wide world! Good seeing you, sweet cheeks. You doing okay?”

She nodded, pulling a slight face and desperately trying to ignore the way that her heart rate had picked up at the sight of him. “Yeah, I’m... alright, I think. I was just...”

Having known (y/n) since the two of them were eight years old, Frank understood every one of her little expressions. Every thought and concern in her mind was clear to him. He held out a hand, smiling softly when she tucked herself against his side. He stroked her waist the way he always had done when one of them was feeling down, both of them comforted by the gentle repetitive motions. No matter the situation, being in each other’s presence was often enough to settle their emotions and bring a little clarity to their thoughts.

“How about I pay for the coffee this time? I’m pretty sure I owe you a few cups anyway, after the last few trips out, so why don’t I get you this one?”

“That would be nice, yeah...” The hesitation in her voice was blatantly obvious, and he squeezed her just a little tighter.

“Hey, it’s just you and me. Coffee. We’ll get it to go, and then go sit in the park and stare at all the cute dogs for a while. Sound good?”

She didn’t even need to look at him to know he was doing those infamous puppy-dog eyes again; it was a look he’d developed decades ago, and it worked on pretty much everyone. No matter who he used them on or what he wanted, whenever he broke them out things were basically guaranteed to go his way. He dropped his bottom lip for added effect, and she felt her heart do a somersault. She was just as under his spell as everyone else was. Well, probably more so.

“Oh, go on then. Only because you’re paying.”

Grinning, he grabbed her by the hand and led her inside, joining the end of the rather long queue as he filled her in on what had been going on with the band since they’d last seen each other. Frank had been one of the people to bring stuff round to her flat in the days after she’d come home from the hospital, but they hadn’t had a proper conversation during that time. She’d been so worried about what he’d think of the way she looked now that she hadn’t wanted him to see, hadn’t wanted to give him the chance to say something. But so far, he was treating her exactly like he had always done. If she had more time to think into that fact, it would probably upset her all over again: she was desperately hoping for the day that he turned around and told her that he needed more, that he loved her too much to just be her friend. For now, though, normal was enough. Normal was what she needed.

In between Frank’s rambles on what the band’s latest project was shaping up to be and the bursts of noise from the coffee machine, soft whispers were starting to worm their way into her ears. At first, she desperately hoped she was imagining it, but no - people were definitely talking about her.

A little boy was tugging on his dad��s sleeve. “Daddy, what’s wrong with that lady’s face?”

On the next table over, a grandmother was shushing a set of twins. "It's rude to stare, no matter what people look like. Now keep your voices down."

But far worse than innocent childish curiosity were the reactions from the older customers in the shop. Grown adults were sneaking sideways glances at her before turning back to their friends, making almost silent comments and hiding sneers behind their fingers. Some were openly staring, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Feeling the new tension in her shoulders, Frank squeezed her hand, leaning in to murmur against the side of her head. "You doing okay?"

"I... people are saying things. I can tell."

"I know, sweet cheeks. Please don't pay attention to it - I know that's really hard, but we won't be in here much longer. Look, there's only one more person in front of us. Then we can go hang out with the puppies. And those puppies will give you all the love you deserve, okay?"

Managing a nod, (y/n) relaxed a little as they reached the counter, concentrating on the way her best friend's eyes sparkled when he smiled and thanked the barista. She often thought that she could look at him forever - that those eyes, that face, would look perfectly at home in a work of classical art. He was just flawless.

The technique of focusing on the tiniest details of his features worked. She kept her mind occupied with his miniscule freckles, ridiculously pretty eyelashes, the way his hair curled slightly around his ears. He filled her brain entirely, chasing all the negatives away.

Until they turned to leave.

Half way through the queue was a group of teenage boys - and they were staring at her in sheer disgust. Noticing this, Frank shifted so that he would be walking closest to them, doing the best he could to shield her from view. But of course, that couldn't stop them talking.

"Ew, gross."

"What's wrong with the Joker over there?"

"If I looked like that, I wouldn't ever let other people see me."

"Damn, I hope she stays away from kids. That shit's scary."

Very calmly, Frank stopped and handed (y/n) his coffee. "Would you hang onto this for a second, cupcake? I'm about to have my hands full." And as she took it from him, he grabbed the tallest of the group by the collar and dragged him down to look him in the eyes. "You dare speak about her that way one more time - you even THINK something like that about her - and I'll make your face look more fucked up than it already is. You all wanna talk about ugly, go take a look in a mirror. And if you don't like the idea of no longer having your balls attached to you, you'll apologise. Right this instant."

Recognising the man who was threatening them, all four boys blanched, huddling together and barely stuttering out something vaguely like an apology. Arms folded across his chest, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds, but (y/n)'s hand against his upper back made his temper settle marginally. He turned back, and the sight of her trembling very nearly made him launch at the boys again. But the rational part of his mind took over, making it very clear that the best thing to do was just get out of there. And so with one final glare at the offending morons, he led her out to the street.

"Do you wanna go to the park, or do you want me to take you home?"

Taking a deep, faltering breath, she sniffled. "Home. Please."

"Your wish is my command, sweet cheeks. Come on. Let's go."

The walk back to her place was short, but they spent it in silence. He desperately wanted to say something to her, but knew that now just wasn't the right time. Over the years, he'd learned that quiet was the best thing for her until she decided to speak. Pushing conversation too far only ever made the situation even worse.

(y/n) was mute until the two of them were comfortably situated in her living room, sat at opposite ends of the tiny sofa as they sipped at their coffees.

"Thank you for being there."

"Hey, I'm always gonna be there for you. Every time. You could be stuck at the top of Mount Everest and I'd still make it up there to kick some ass if you needed me to."

She snorted, setting her drink down. "You hate the cold."

"That wasn't my point, and you know it." He rolled his eyes, kicking at her feet. "Those kids were total assholes. Half of me wants to go back there and kick their asses all the way into the next century."

"I'm glad you didn't actually do anything, I don't want you getting arrested for me. I’m not worth that much effort.”

“You absolutely are. To me, you always have been. And you always will be. You're the most important person to me in the whole world.”

His expression shifted a little, and (y/n) could read him like a book. The prevailing thought in his mind was panic. Clearly, he hadn’t intended to say that in quite that way. And that just made her want to dig a little deeper.

“Frank... what are you saying?”

“I just- well, I care about you, obviously. You’re my best friend, of course you’re worth it.”

“No, that’s not it. I can tell.”

“I swear, it’s-”

“Please. Just tell me. I... I need you to be honest with me, okay? I can't keep worrying about the way everyone sees me now. I can't keep worrying that you don't see me the same.”

He seemed to flounder for a moment before coming to the realisation that this time, he wasn’t going to get away with some flimsy excuse. She was far too clever for that. It had to be everything, raw and unfiltered and straight from the soul. “I’m saying that I love you. More than I could ever possibly describe. You came into my life scrawling smiley faces and animals on my arms in permanent marker, and you wrote yourself into my heart at the same time. I’ve never had eyes for anyone else - it was always an act. Every time someone asked, I’d choose a person at random so nobody would find out it was you. I couldn’t face the thought of losing you if you found out how I really felt. Hell, half my tattoos are based on something I remember about you, something you drew or said or made me laugh about. You are just... everything. Perfection. The sweetest soul this hellhole of a society has ever seen. I'm pretty sure I've loved you forever. That I was born to love you.”

She could feel the tears catching at the patches of new skin on her face, but couldn’t find it in herself to care about the bizarre sensation. This was what she’d been waiting to hear since she was thirteen. “How... how long has it been? Really, how long?”

“Um... well, thinking about it... since we were, like, ten. Maybe even before that, but that's probably when I started to notice it.”

“And you...” She trailed off for a second, trying to think of how best to phrase things. “Even now that I look like this?”

Frank practically threw himself across the couch and hugged her as tightly as he possibly could, burying his face into her shoulder as he let all of his thoughts out. “You’ve always been beautiful to me. Always. Even when you let your mom cut your hair when you were nine and the bangs were all wonky. Even that time you tried to dye your hair without any help and it went that weird shade of green. Oh, and the time you accidentally shaved off a whole eyebrow so you had to get rid of both, and you could never draw them both the same. Every art class where you ended up with multicolour freckles, and never remembered to wash them off before coming to lunch. Those hideous fake glasses you wore for a year because you were convinced they looked cool. I’ve seen you in every state imaginable, and I’ve never stopped loving you. I've seen you delirious with the flu, unable to walk because you were so hung over, greasy and tangled after not showering for a week. There are so many brilliant, unique things about you. And even if they aren't always things you like, they're still special. These scars are just another special part of you that we can both get to know.”

Scoffing a little, (y/n) extricated herself from his grip and shuffled back, arms folded over her chest. “They’re not special, they’re awful.”

Understanding that she needed a little space, he settled for resting a hand on her arm. “Hey. You’re allowed to hate them, you know? It’s totally okay that you do. I just really need you to know that I don’t. I could never hate any part of you, and that includes them.”

“But I’m not the same.” Her voice cracked a little, and she sniffled, determined not to break down. “I don’t... feel like I’m me any more.”

“I get that. It’s a big change, and it’s one that’s gonna take time to get used to. But I promise, it doesn’t make a difference to the person that you are inside. And it doesn’t make a difference in the way I feel about you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because a life without you is not one I’m interested in living. Every second I’m without you, it feels like my soul is waiting for the rest of it to come back. You are everything to me.”

He sounded so confident in his words, the honesty practically seeping from his pores, and she knew him well enough to know that he was telling the truth. He really did mean every word he’d said. And that was enough to start the flow of tears again. She didn’t resist as he took her back into his arms, kissing softly across her hairline as she melted against him.

“I’m sorry. I- that was a lot. If you don’t feel, you know, quite the same way I do, then that’s-”

Frank found himself unable to speak mid-sentence; (y/n)’s lips were locked against his own, and all he could do was kiss her back. They were both a little breathless when they broke apart, and she jabbed a warning finger into his chest.

“Don’t you dare apologise. I’ve thought about kissing you, probably since I was twelve. Every date I ever went on, I wished it was you. I spent so many nights laying there in the dark wishing I was brave enough to say something, so I wouldn’t have to watch you with other people any more. I don’t think it’d be possible for me to ever love someone else as much as I love you.”

Those last three words left them both in silence for a moment, overwhelmed by the enormity of what they’d both just confessed. And then, (y/n) started to giggle. He eyed her curiously.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well,” she shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I just... that’s not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to go, that’s all.”

He snorted, stroking gently at the spot where the largest of her scars disappeared into her hair. “Yeah, I don’t think I pictured it like that either. It-it was good though, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely not complaining.”

“I mean, we could always... do it again? Just so, you know, we’re sure we’re doing it properly.”

The little glint in his eyes made her heart flip, and she nuzzled against him. “Sounds good to me.”

“Good. Because now it’s happened once, I plan on kissing you for the rest of your life. I’ve imagined doing it for so long, there’s no way I’m letting you slip through my fingers again. I hope you’re okay with that, sweet cheeks.”

As his lips brushed against hers, feather light and tasting of sheer desperation, she just about managed to answer before he took her breath away completely. “I’m sure I can cope with that.”

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teawan · 2 years

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Heyoo! Saw your post for fic ideas but I was wondering if you would mind doing a Byler forehead touch in the rain that evolves into a kiss? Something that mirrors the "It's not my fault you don't like girls" scene but less angsty and more romantically tense?

Then afterwards they hug and laugh or something, like, you can feel the relief when they realise all the tension (from the mutual romantic feelings) has been burst.

this one was a little tricky!!! i'm not really confident about the characterization (as always) but i do think it's pretty fluffy and hopefully satisfies someone's cravings for a sweet byler moment <3 enjoy!

Mike is staring at Will when the shrill ringing of the downstairs phone sounds, and he just barely manages to look away before Will’s head shoots up from where it had previously been bent over, studying one of Mike’s X-Men comics. Willing his heart to stop pounding like he’s a toddler who’s been caught with a hand in the cookie jar, he glances back over at Will in what he hopes is a nonchalant manner.

“That’s probably my mom,” says Will, seeing Mike’s questioning look at his peculiarly severe reaction. He grimaces slightly, as if tasting something bitter. “I think I forgot to tell her I was coming home with you today.”

Mike’s brain short-circuits at Will’s choice of words—coming home with you. He knows it’s nothing, because yes, Will had, in fact, come to the Wheeler house after school today instead of to his own home, so there’s nothing to read into. At all. But he can’t help but think back to the soap operas his mom watches at night after dinner, when the protagonist meets a tall, dark, and handsome mystery man in the bar after a breakup, and he asks her, word for word: what do you think about coming home with me tonight, darling? It doesn’t take much of an imagination to guess at what that kind of “coming home” implies.

But this is Will. William Byers, Mike’s best friend since kindergarten, and he should not be thinking this way about the boy sitting on his bed across from him; he shouldn’t be thinking this way about any boy.

He knows there’s something wrong with him, that he shouldn’t be thinking like this—he’s grown up with a father that scoffs and curses under his breath at the rare sight of two men doing something as simple as holding hands in public, with a mother that can’t even speak the word homosexuals or queers without glancing around and lowering her voice like it’s a dirty thing to say. Yes, he likes girls and their uniquely feminine beauty, the way their hips curve out gently, that indescribable pleasant girl-smell that seems to radiate from every female person he’s encountered, but that’s not all he likes. He’s stared at the men in the dirty magazines under Lucas’s bed just as much as, if not more than, the women. He shouldn’t be thinking like this, but yet, his thoughts race a million miles a second at that phrase leaving Will’s lips, those words shaped by Will’s beautiful, musical voice, directed at him.

He realizes Will has been watching him patiently, waiting for a response. His head is cocked to the side just slightly, like a curious puppy. Mike is certain that he is about to explode. “...Ah. Should we—”

Before he can finish his trainwreck of a sentence, his mother’s voice travels up from the first floor. “Will, honey? Your mother’s on the phone!”

“Yep,” Will says, as an answer to Mike or a confirmation to his own previous statement, Mike isn’t sure, and then slips off the bed, walking almost silently in sock-clad feet over to the door. He turns the knob, pulling it open, and glances back at Mike, looking expectant. “Aren’t you gonna come?”

“Uh, yeah! Of course,” Mike splutters, cursing himself silently. He is so far in over his head right now. If he keeps this up, the entire population of Hawkins and their mother will know about his big, fat, crush on Will Byers. He wishes he could shake out his head to clear it, like how dogs do after getting baths, but he figures that would only make things worse. Instead, he schools his face into the most normal, absolutely-not-attracted-to-his-best-friend expression he can, and stands as well, following Will through the hallway and down the stairs.

His mother is waiting for the two of them by the phone, and when she sees them appear, she says so into the speaker and then hands it to Will. He can only hear one side of the conversation, but it’s not hard to follow, since he’s been around for enough of Will’s interactions with Joyce that he has a feel of how a typical conversation might go.

“Yeah, sorry,” Will is saying quietly, looking down at his feet as he listens to his mother’s reply. “I forgot to tell you, but yeah. I’m okay. I’m with Mike.”

The first thing his mind jumps to when he hears those last two sentences from Will is that to the Byers boy, being okay and being with Mike is synonymous. His heart swells for a moment—I’m safe to him, he knows I’ll protect him—before he checks back into reality and realizes that, once again, he’s reading way too deeply into things. He doesn’t know what the hell’s gotten into him today—maybe the sight of Will sprawled out on Mike’s bed like he belonged there, fitting perfectly in like the last piece in the puzzle of Mike’s life, was too much to handle.

“Okay, okay, I got it,” Will says, voice tinted with a touch of exasperation. Clearly Joyce’s overprotectiveness is showing itself again, but, if he’s honest, he can’t blame her. Sometimes he catches himself worrying about Will a little more than maybe he should when the shorter boy is a couple of minutes late to school, or when there’s a hint of that glossy-eyed dissociation that takes Mike back to that night in the shed, with Will tied up like some kind of criminal, his best friend’s body taken by a sick, evil creature, when Mike had thought for one horrible moment that perhaps he would never again get to play Dungeons and Dragons with the only person he felt had ever really understood him.

“Calm down, Mom, I’m sorry. Look, I’ll head home now, alright?” With one last drawn out goodbye, Will finally hangs up, turning to Mike with a wry smile. “I have to go. My mom’s pissed off that I came over without telling anyone.”

“It’s cool,” Mike reassures him, “she’s just worried. I can understand why.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wants to slap himself. He can understand why? That’s exactly the kind of thing that’s going to get him in trouble, the kind of thing that’s going to clue people in on his weird, twisted desires and make him lose Will forever.

Luckily, though, Will doesn’t seem to really process what Mike has said as thoroughly as Mike himself has, and just sniffs a laugh as he heads toward the door to the garage, where his bike is resting against the wall right next to Mike’s. Slightly disoriented, Mike trails behind him.

He slams into a wall.

Will spins around, startled at the sudden noise, and rushes to Mike’s side when he realizes what’s happened. “Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?”

Mike blinks once, twice, three times, head spinning a little from the impact, and waits until Will’s face comes into focus to reply. “Oof. Yeah. I’m okay, I, uh, lost my balance.” It’s a crappy excuse, and he just lays there on the ground, waiting for Will to call him out on it, but he never does. Instead, they stare at each other for a little a lot longer than what would be considered normal.

Will’s face is close enough for Mike to see every little detail: his eyes are this deep, beautifully smooth brown hue, a color that makes Mike imagine the taste of chocolate melting on his tongue—warm, silky, and decadent. He wants to tell that to the boy leaning over him, but the words are stuck in his throat because he can’t really tell what’s happening right now. Are these same thoughts circulating through Will’s head? Is he waxing poetic about Mike’s irises in his mind? Is he admiring the way Mike’s features are sculpted like they were carved by Aphrodite herself? Is he imagining what Mike’s lips would feel like pressed up against his own mouth?

Then the moment shatters. Will stumbles back, away from Mike’s face like he’s snapping out of a trance, face burning red and mumbling something that Mike can’t understand. He thinks it might be an apology. He wants to scream.

He doesn’t scream. In reality, he picks himself up off the floor casually, pretending not to see the deep red blush climbing up Will’s neck, and prays that Will has the decency to ignore the heat he can feel crawling up his own cheeks. Then, he walks on, taking the lead like the last two minutes didn’t happen, and listens closely to make sure he can hear Will’s footsteps behind him.

They exit the house silently, both avoiding each other’s gazes—Mike knows this because he’s taking every chance he has to steal a look at Will to see if maybe he’ll suddenly develop telepathic abilities and be able to read exactly what the Byers boy is thinking, and once or twice he catches Will turning his eyes away from Mike just a beat too late—as they make their way over to the corner where Will’s bike leans.

Will clears his throat awkwardly, making Mike jump a little. “Um, bye.” He doesn’t sound angry; more uncertain, as if he’s just as confused as Mike is. The thought that he might feel that way relaxes Mike a little. If they’re both stumbling blindly in the dark, then maybe it won’t be so embarrassing if he trips up and makes a mistake.

“Bye,” he offers back weakly, forcing a smile. It’s not that he’s mad or upset; he’s just far too bewildered to muster up a genuine one at the moment. Will smiles back, swings his leg over the seat of the bike, and, with one final glance back at Mike, who tries to look as reassuring as possible, he rides off.

He’s only just turned the corner and disappeared from Mike’s field of vision when the sky opens up and rain comes crashing down in gray sheets, hitting the ground so powerfully that drops of icy cold water travel what has to be at least two feet and splatter onto the front of Mike’s shirt.

His first thought is of Will—Will, who’s on his own in the streets in the middle of this downpour, trying to make his way home. Without any hesitation, he sprints out into the storm and in the direction of the Byers house, and only then does he remember that he’s dressed in just a thin t-shirt and jeans, both of which are not even remotely waterproof. Within a second, he’s soaking wet and dripping like a soggy Goldfish cracker in tomato soup.

Fuck it, he thinks to himself. It’s not like running back into the shelter of the garage is going to magically dry his clothes, so he forges ahead, sneakers squelching as he runs, rain running down his face and into his eyes like cold tears. He can’t really see anything at all, but that’s okay, because he’s been down this sidewalk enough times that his feet can recognize the texture of the familiar pavement beneath them.

“Will!” he yells uselessly into the watery world. It would be a miracle if anyone heard him over the incessant shh-shh-shh of the rain, but he keeps on calling his best friend’s name nonetheless, using his hand to block as much water as possible from his face. He’s not even actually quite sure of what he plans to do if he does manage to catch up to Will, but he isn’t really thinking all that clearly right now.

Mike slows when his lungs begin to burn from breathing in air that is more water than oxygen, and by now he thinks he might be screwed. He’s cold, really, very cold and wet, at least half a mile away from his home, and Will is nowhere in sight—he’s uncomfortable enough now to admit that maybe this was a bad idea. His fingers are turning numb. Turning blindly around in circles, he tries to decipher his exact location. He knows the general area that he’s in, but with the rain obscuring his vision, he can’t quite pin down where exactly he’s standing. Sighing to himself when he realizes that there’s nothing to do but wait for the rain to mellow out, he blinks hard a couple of times to dispel the excess water from his eyelashes and wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to conserve body heat—

“Mike!”

He’s so fucking freezing that he’s hallucinating. Wonderful.

Then the voice, Will’s voice, calls out again: “Mike? Is that you?” and Mike takes a moment to try and figure out if this is real or just a figment of his imagination. Before he can decide, though, a dark figure appears somewhere from his left. It grows closer and closer until Mike can make out the shape of a boy, a boy wheeling a bike towards him. “Will?” he asks, although he’s certain that this is his friend, his best friend who’s stopped on his way home to backtrack through a rainstorm just because he heard Mike call his name.

“Mike! What are you doing out here?” It is indeed Will Byers, usually-fluffy hair plastered to his skull and plaid button-up soaked through. Water is dripping from his chin, his hair, his dark, clumped-together eyelashes, and all Mike can think about is how warm, how alive he looks.

“H-hi,” he stutters back, and realizes that his teeth are chattering.

“Jesus, you’re freezing,” says Will worriedly, casting his beloved bike to the side carelessly so that he can get closer to Mike. He pulls Mike into a hug, attempting to rub some warmth into his shoulders, and Mike presses his forehead down to Will’s. The shorter boy’s skin is warm, a little chilled by the icy downpour but still at a considerably higher temperature than Mike’s. Will doesn’t react much, still putting all his effort into transferring as much body heat as possible to Mike through various methods. Finally, he settles for the full-body hug, locking his arms around Mike and moving in to create as much contact as he can between the two.

Mike just watches, so starstruck at this beautiful boy in front of him, fussing over him—maybe it’s the numbness in his extremities or maybe it’s the years of pent up feelings and urges but he’s so distracted that he can’t really even feel the cold anymore—that he doesn’t protest, or blush, or freeze up like he might if this were to happen anywhere or anytime else. Then, Will tilts his head up a little so he can meet Mike’s eyes and opens his mouth to ask what Mike assumes will be another query as to why he’s not home, and Mike moves before he thinks.

Will’s mouth is just as warm as the rest of his body, and it feels like heaven against Mike’s cold lips, reminding him of sitting in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate after coming in from a day of playing in freshly-fallen snow. Will tastes like cinnamon and peaches and boy, so different from anything Mike’s ever tasted before, and he’s mesmerized by the complex flavor that tastes like sunshine and cologne and a newly-mowed lawn—in a pleasant way—all at once. It’s at least three times better than the way girls taste.

And then Will’s kissing back, and Mike is completely sure that this is the best kiss of his life. There is no possibility of anything, or anyone, topping this feeling of pure exhilaration and giddiness that’s sweeping away any remnants of the wet chill from his bones. It’s gentle but insistent, the kiss, and, as if the universe is somehow synced to Mike’s feelings, the rain abruptly lightens to a much more reasonable drizzle.

Will pulls away, and Mike panics for a moment, but then he sees the wonder on the smaller boy’s face and any fear is erased from the pit of his stomach. He sees Will stare, at him, at the rain, at the water dripping off of the both of them, and suddenly he’s laughing, laughing so hard that he doubles over because he feels so light. As he clutches his stomach, peals of laughter escaping him uncontrollably, he hears Will start to giggle as well, a sweet, light, beautiful sound that makes Mike want to kiss him again and never stop.

He hadn’t realized how heavily these feelings had been weighing on him, on his friendship with Will—hadn’t realized that suppressing those thoughts and emotions had actually taken a toll on him, like someone had been gradually dropping rocks into his pockets as he struggled to tread water. Now that that weight is lifted, though, he can’t do much more than relish the floaty feeling in his body, the bubbly happiness that he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced before. A glance at Will confirms that the other boy seems just as elated, brown doe-eyes sparkling, and Mike recovers enough to pull Will into another kiss. This one is shorter, more of a drawn-out peck, but it’s just as awe-inducing as the one before it. “Guess what,” he asks Will when they part again.

Eyes wide and smiling, Will asks what.

“I’m in love with William Byers,” Mike tells him, and it’s like the clouds part in his heart, allowing sunshine to reach into every nook and cranny of his insides. “I’m in love with you.”

#fanfiction #one shot #byler #mike wheeler x will byers #fanfic #stranger things #text #fluff #first kiss #might be ooc #fic request #byler fluff #constructive critism welcome #kissing

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[E.L.A] Drop meets Artemis

[The art and E.L.A Artemis belong to me. E.L.A Drop belongs to @anotherrosesthatfell ]

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"So you're Artemis??"

Drop grinned, excitement filling her crimson eyes. Artemis couldn't help but chuckle, playfully ruffling Drop's hair.

"Yes, that's me. Who might you be?"

"I'm Drop! Palette's little sister!"

"Huh? As far as I'm concerned, Palette doesn't have a little sister..-"

"I'm from the original universe, silly!" Drop pouted "I don't know why I don't exist in this timeline, it's a little sad. But at least I exist in the original!"

"Ah, I see..How is it like in the original timeline?"

"Wellll, not so different from here, to be honest- Except you and some of the people from your timeline don't exist, and Nightmare is pretty mean!"

"Don't exist?.. Why? Where are PJ and Gradient? And Angst?"

"I dunno! I only just found out PJ and Gradient are my half siblings when I met them a while ago, but I have no idea where they are in my timeline- Also, I don't know who Angst is. I've never met a person named "Angst" before-"

"Angst is my big brother, like Crescent!.."

"That stupid priest has another brother??"

"Huh?! Crescent is a priest here?? I- Since when?! God, this is all too much for me to process.."

"Yeah samee..I have so many questions to ask everybody when I get back to my timeline"

"Let's change the subject.."

"Hmm- Oh, do you like my brother??"

"W-WHA- Drop, out of all questions..! Why this-"

"So you doo!! Aww! I'm gonna write it down on my ship list!"

"W-wait what?!"

Artemis tries to protest, a flustered mess- But there was nothing that could possibly change Drop's mind, plus, the secret was already out.

Artemis gives up, sighing in defeat.

"I must congratulate you! You're only 10 years old, yet you managed to create an otome game all on your own! Your hard work has paid off, I love it so far"

"You like otome games??"

"Yeah, some of them have an interesting storyline. I don't have time to play them often, but I have fun when I do! I'm enjoying your game a lot, I really wish it existed in my timeline.."

"Really, it kinda sucks! People are missing out on my best creation! :("

"Mhm..I wonder how things would've been if you existed in our timeline too. PJ and Gradient already adore you!"

"Probably nothing much would've changed..I do think you're the better sidekick, big brother is happier around you"

"Aw..Drop, don't say that. I'm 100% sure Palette is happy to have you as his sidekick, you must be doing your best"

"But it's not enough.."

"You're trying, it's the thought that matters. You care for your brother, and you chose to believe and help him as best as you can. If I was Palette, that'd be more than enough for me!" Artemis smiled at Drop, reassuring the younger.

"You really think so?"

"No, I know so. You shouldn't doubt yourself, Drop..You and your brother should stay determined, I know you've got it in you"

"Now I understand why your Palette adores you so much- GODDAMNIT YOU MADE ME CRY HAPPY TEARSS-"

"Pfft- Don't cry Drop..I'm just trying to keep you motivated"

"What do you think of Merciful?? He's my prince!"

"Your prince?.."

"Yeah! He is really handsome, and super nice to me!"

"Ugh..You actually like that two faced bastard? Not only is he 10 years older than you, but he's a hopeless person, really. Just Lux's dog. Nothing more, nothing less. Trust me when I say he's not for you. Plus, don't forget the big age gap."

"Well too bad! We're going to get married when I become a-"

"Absolutely not! Drop, hun, you're sweet but- PLEASE don't do something you're going to regret in the future- There are plenty of people out there your age. God..who taught you these things?? What the hell.. "

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I gave up.

For this reason, I might do a part two. MIGHT.

-Cherry,out

#evil lux au #a sunflower in full bloom au #undertale oc #undertale au #Artemis!!#Drop <3

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veevadoovee · 2 years

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I welcome u, another OC x Canon 𖤐

Sorry for the awful writing, its been so long since i wrote, so its not my best. (◞‸◟ㆀ)

This is the whole oneshot of what happened in the screenshot ↯↯↯ Ꮺ

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It's been a while since Mob had rescued Kiari from those mad people in hazmat suits, experimenting on her as such, her complete distress resulted in the town's electricity outage. So it was up to Reigen and Mob to see and locate where the incident had happened.

Now that's all happened, Kiari had no where to go. No family, no friends, the only shelter she had to resort was the abandoned building where those people farmed her energy. Reigen was thinking about recruiting her in the team, tho he had given time for both Kiari and her floating demon spirit friend, Aya, some time to think about.

"Mob."

"Oh hey... Kiari-san."

The two had greeted upon the alleyway, encountering each other while watching the sun set.

"Kiari? " another one added, the floating green cloud that was Mob's friend who took notice of the girl they saved back then.

"So how was school? " The teen fixed her spectacles, the spectacles were glowing like a pair of digital screen monitors, changing the symbols depending on how the little girl felt.

Before Mob could even answer, there was a pair of pink horns sticking out behind Kiari. A loud pink presence emerged into view, with a big smile on her face.

Mob was immediately greeted by a pair of arms. Even tho the lady was a ghost, he could still practically feel her embrace, leaving his cheeks tint a little red. Dimple was taken aback and was staring only aimlessly as the two hugged. (Wishing it was him)

"HEYYY MOB!! "

"Oh. Aya-san it's you... "

"So good good good to see you, my little boy!" She smiled enthusiastically as she lets go.

"So how was school? No bullies no anything? Taken a girl to a date perhaps?"

"Uh no nothing happened really. Just the usual stuff."

"still wonderful!" The pink gyaru giggled.

"How about you two...? Did you find somewhere to live yet?.. If you want you can sleep at my place, see if there would be space in the living room... "

"Oh how sweet! Dear, Kiari would be fine! "

"Actually no. I'll take the offer, Mob." The girl faintly nodded. "I will sleep til I find somewhere to stay then."

"Really mob? You're literally just gonna let these two girls stay at your place? " Dimple gave a slight frown. "You saved them already, isn't that enough?"

"But Kiari is just a teenager, has nowhere to go..."

The two girls were only faintly chatting until Mob spoke up a little.

"Let's go. My home is just around the corner."

With that Kiari walked next to him, clutching on the small box that was connected from her neck. This stir some curiosity over Mob, though he was too afraid to ask as it might considered be rude in a way -

"Say -- What's that thing connected to your neck anyway? You're not a dog are you?? "

Kiari shook her head as Dimple was the one who asked making Mob jump a little from the question.

"Ohhh now comes that question." Aya remarked with a smile. "See - Kiari can't live without these. As a mean of a necessity -- "

"Yeah but what does it do and why is it connected to a small box like she's some sort of walking computer? "

"Everything was normal, even if Kiari didn't have these yet. But when she was abducted after her family was gone, most of her energy was stored inside of her chest. The best way to connect and transport her energy was to make these holes in her neck. When they did that though, she couldn't speak anymore."

"Yeah. That's why in the first place when you rescued me, you asked why my voice was heard everywhere because my throat acted like a usb cord when i speak and it was connected to a system where all speakers were connected."

"See if i take these off -" Aya's hand began to glow, levitating the so called collars and disconnecting them from the girl's neck as well as her glasses. Revealing Kiari's bright green eyes. "She can't do anything. She's like a walking system unit with no anything."

Aya leaned against her hand as she twirled those items around with her energy, giving it a quick examine for both mob and dimple to see.

"Take it as like an output you insert to your computer. Without it, your computer's nothing right? Unless it's a laptop."

"Oh. I see... But she can still live without those right?" "Yep. But she'd just be a shell with nothing in. She won't be able to speak or conduct her energy to anything."

Dimple rose a brow "how does she take a bath tho without getting electrocuted-"

The girl immediately scrammed to get the cords and connect them to her neck.

"That is another thing to tell in another time. I'm getting really hungry-" She finally spoke.

"That was rude to ask a girl about, Dimple." Mob stated "What?! I was just curious!" The green cloud huffed as he crosses his arms.

"I hope you don't mind Dimple. He can ask a bunch of weird questions sometimes."

"Oh it's fine. I dont mind at all. We can answer it while you're at home though." Kiari faintly said. As they walk the direction to where his house was.

No criticisms pls. Its been a really long while since i wrote something.

#oc x canon #mob psycho 100 #aya miura #kiari miura #(๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و #shigeo kageyama #dimple #art #fake screenshot

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Can I have some Fem!Sargent teaching Zagreus the art of quick wits as they told him while having time off and went adventuring she ran to Theseus and told him " He a fucking prick and his dick is small for that ego of his, shrewd his ass a new one Zagreus "

To add in she didn't know there was an orical of it and the rewards is two Titan blood

Twice shy

Word count:700

Gen/no ship

Warnings: Cursing, no beta

Notes: Hey! Thank you for waiting and I hope you enjoy this!

Sergeant bit a laugh, as Zagreus cleared his throat. The house was oddly peaceful today. Even the lounge which was normally bustling was quiet and she thought maybe she had overheard the cook talking about trying out new recipes.

The ever classy Lady Nyx was gone, leaving only her roses in her stead.

Lucky Sergeant hadn't any to chase off any daring shades who hoped to pluck one of them. Yet.

“Try again, my friend.” She told Zagreus. She had a soft spot for the boy, wishing that she had taken more time to learn her Ma’s cooking. There was something about Zagreus that made her want to put some meat on his bones.

But if nothing else she could help him deal with a bully. “Trust me, nothing can cut a small man down like insulting his pecker can.”

It took him a few times to say it without stumbling then she had him do it faster. Over and over until ‘dick’ no longer sounded like a word.

“Mother Nyx would wash out my mouth right now, if she heard what I said.” Zagreus said, shooting an uneasy glance over his shoulder.

You hummed, not disagreeing. She wouldn’t be wrong to do so. Sergeant’s normally sweet Ma had used the bar of soap on her plenty of times. Not that it did any good.

“Then best get along before she comes back.” Sergeant told him, tipping up her helmet. “Tell me it goes.”

Later, Zagreus came back, frustration on his face. “I need to practice. Gods, I just take one look at his face and I lose my cool a bit.”

Sergeant gave a yawn, “Understandable. Alrightie, from the top.”

Sergeant wasn’t planning on coming along, really. The one boat ride had been all she needed to see of the underworld.

Yet when Zagreus had turned those puppy dog eyes on her, she was incapable of saying no. So here she was eyeing Charon’ wares in the beautiful Elysium while Zagreus hum and haw over the glowing boons.

She wasn’t entirely sure of the wisdom of infusing a glowing thing with one’s body but hey what did she know?

Eventually they made their way to fight. And she got the dubious honor of a front row seat.

“Wait two against one?” Sergeant blinked as the announcer called out the names of Zagreus’ opponents. She couldn’t curl of distaste of her mouth when she saw Theseus for the first time. He looked like every little spoon fed rich boy Sergeant ever met that thought she would drop to her knees for them just because they were bankrolled by their granpappy’ dirty money.

Sergeant took a deep breath then in her bootcamp voice, she yelled out over the crowd. “Come one Zagreus! Teach him what asswhooping feels like!”

It caught Blondie’ attention and he scoffed, “Oh does the little hellspawn needed to pay someone to cheer for him? Gods knows your father never will in his disappointment of a son.”

And oooh, that shouldn’t pissed her off as much as it did. No wonder even a sweet boy like Zagreus couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“Hey, blondie. Yeah you little worm! Theseus, he is a fucking prick and his dick is small for that ego of his, shrewd his ass a new one Zagreus!”

Theseus’ mouth dropped in stock as he stared at Sergeant. His bull was just quiet, his head slowly turning to look at his companion. The nearby shades were stunned into silence, then a giggle broke followed by loud laughter. Sergeant bit back a smirk, jetting out her chin to him.

Then with a grin, Zagreus charged.

“Here you go.” Zagreus handed over the prize and Sergeant tried not to grimace. “My friend, why are you giving me blood?”

“It is titan blood. Use it on your weapons and it makes them more powerful. And it is my thanks for shutting Theseus up for once.” Zagreus said with a laugh, oblivious to Sergeant’ looks of distaste. It might be useful, she told herself. If just a little gross

“Got any more insult you could teach me?” Zagreus asked.

“That,” Sergeant repiled as she tucked the prize away, “I can do, my friend.”

#Sergeant tag #asks and requests

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tc-mani · 2 years

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longass post

I DONT CARE THAT IM LATE, i will do this bc i can

june tcc challenge by @sweet-but-stoned-tcc

1. Do you and your TC have any hobbies or interests in common? If so, do you talk about them together often?

ohh i wish, i mean, he seems like he cares about politics, and is okay with lgbt 😳 so that's very pog of him. he probably loves dogs (also looks like one) and he cares for bees 🥺 literally how more wholesome can a man get?

2. Does your TC ever talk about their childhood/teenage years? If yes, what were they like and what sort of childhood did they have?

i just know that in that time there were some political problems in our country, and i think that's why now he cares about justice. other than that, i'd have to guess, but i think he might have been a very quiet kid, it's visible that he's trying his best to be assertive sooo i think in the past he wasn't. OKAY NONO no analysis here just a wholesome little post no therapy

3. If you could choose one from the following from your TC, what would you choose? An hour alone with them to chat about what you want, a hug, a present, a handwritten note or then complimenting you in front of the class?

100% i'd choose a hug.

4. Do you think you’ll buy them a leaving gift? If so, what are you thinking of getting them?

i WANTED TO AAAA DONT REMIND ME i want but it's way too specific i dont wanna expose myself on tumblr 😰 also i wanted to give him flowers bc yes. bc who cares about gender roles. FLOWERS FOR M!!!!!

5. When and where did you first meet them?

hmmmm i wonder where... oh in class. yea. two years ago

6. What was your first impression of them?

i remember thinking yes, finally ill actually learn something, good teacher

then he was like a kind dad, he never yells, he helps everyone

now hes like a kind dadd- NO

7. Do they give out much homework in their classes? What type of homework do they commonly give out?

he gives us lots of assignments, but he never sets a deadline. which results in: no one ever doing those assignments. not even me lmao

but i actually enjoy doing hw for him sometimes :))) i mean ... for me. my future. yes. ofc.

it's usually not difficult, but this one time i asked him about one assignment, and he basically just read the task to me and did nothing to explain it further ʘ‿ʘ i was screaming inside my head. but he's cute tho 😁😊😁😊😁😊😁😊

8. Do they talk a lot in their classes or do they do more activities?

M talks a lot. which is absolutely amazing, because i can listen to his voice the whole lesson and remember his every single word 😵‍💫 and get good grades. and be the best student. and.. wait what was the que.. ohh.. yeah he talks and even tells stories about himself. i fucking love it, everyone else is asleep but it's so interesting to me O///_///O

9. What’s their funniest moment this far?

he's in general a very funny person because of one thing: DAD JOKES

also he's a god in being sarcastic, he literally threatens you with the biggest kindest smile on his face.

this one time a girl didn't wanna be examined, cause she didn't know anything. and he said "even bad grades aren't for free."

(she actually got a good grade)

10. What’s their cutest moment so far?

everything he does is a fucking cute moment

...alright so this one time M gave me a bad grade accidentally and then corrected himself, and he was so embarrassed about it, literally VISIBLY BLUSHING. cutest thing ever. also once i needed to talk to him and he was typing his password. he looked up at me with puppy eyes and slowly deleted the password..... which was literally just ••••• but okay i guess

alright that's enough for today!!!!

im gonna go uhh do normal people stuff now

#teacher crush community #tcc #tc #male teacher crush

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amazildoessomethingstupid · 7 months

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Chapter 84: Scenic Route

So with that out of the way ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER: chapter 84 Scenic Route! Which if there was a runt of the litter for the Paulo Show, this would be it. Not to say that it’s bad or anything, it’s wonderful and really sweet, and much like all the other chapters it has a really strong and memorable character moment in it. The problem is… this chapter has a certain heavy weight attached to it that… It just couldn’t shake off. Even back then when I read this chapter I couldn’t fully appreciate it, because of the unshakable knowledge that this… would be the last time Tess got to hang out with the gang. And worst of all, even here she wasn’t allowed to shine.

The chapter is centered around Tess inviting the gang (minus Sue) to a picnic to a familiar riverside park. With callbacks a plenty for old readers to enjoy! Look!

They’re gonna race along the trees, just like that one time when-

Oh… yeah… Well thankfully that doesn’t happen here! Instead we’re treated to some nice subtle nods to Abbey and Daisy’s relationship being a little shaky still with Abbey seeming to be absentminded throughout the chapter, if not a bit negligent towards Daisy.

Honestly a most of this chapter is just the kids goofing around and… well… acting like kids. Which is refreshing! I really like it, the chapter serves as a sweet reprieve from the heavier chapters that we’ve had and it’s nice seeing the gang just have fun. And yes, that does include you…

Mike… And before you ask, no I am not going to have a gush session over Mike. He hasn’t EARNED it yet. I may have accepted Mike’s failures as a decent human being, but that does not mean he is FORGIVEN! It is nice though, and I wish to reiterate that yes. Inbetween all these skipped over pages, THERE IS GOLD HERE!

Oh that Paulo~ So the set up is paid off as Abbey’s negligence ends up getting him left behind, meanwhile Daisy does accidentally get hurt, which leading to her staying put with Paulo as company while the rest of the gang goes to get Abbey leading to the actual meat of the chapter as Paulo and Daisy sit and talk, thinking about where they are in life and what the future may hold. It’s a really nice and sweet scene… So nice they did it twice but we’re not talking about that. POSITIVITY! So overall this chapter is solid. On its own, it serves as a great nothing chapter that shows that the kids are alright and looking to a brighter future, although for some it’s not so certain. If this chapter came out now, one could argue that it’s shipbaiting for Paulo and Daisy, but to me their dialogue came across more as siblings that care about each other, with both seeing the best in the other with a bittersweet tinge of sorrow as they see how they’re both headed on different paths. It’s really nice, but

But I would be remised if I didn’t bring up the one gripe I do have about the Paulo show that this chapter just happened to fall in line with an anecdote I have. Because, while I was going through my 2 years of illiteracy I did actually take a look at a page just because I heard grumblings over the art style. And I figured I’d take a glance and see what all the hubbub was about, and it just so happened to be this page! I remember it because, my exact words were, “Wow! This is actually pretty neat! Y’know the proportions did make the characters’ ages seem a bit older and ambiguous, but this is actually pretty cool! These proportions, the washed out colors… This is a really good way of artistically showing a flashback without just blatantly using cloud panels! This is great! Good job Taeshi!” and the old dogs I talked to at the time just went:

And sadly the chibification of characters was the one thing that actually did carry over from The Paulo Show. But… I’m forgetting something aren’t I? Did you notice there was something missing from that summary? Oh yeah, TESS!

Despite her technically being in it the whole way through aside from the Paulo and Daisy scene, Tess really didn’t get to stand out here. Sure, we get a nice heartfelt bit where she says how much she enjoyed just being there with the gang, but all it really does is remind us of the unfulfilled promise that this character gave. And it makes my heart ache as I knew this was the end for The Rich Girl, the OG Golden Girl, my favorite lie… Tess. For context, Tess was a PIVOTAL supporting character in Volume 1 for BCB. In fact, a number of great character moments, chapters, and arcs can be traced back to her involvement. From the Christmas Chapter

To setting up the Acapulco Arc!

Her purpose in the toolbox of characters in BCB, was very versatile. Setting up adventures, new conflicts, and at times, serving as an audience surrogate to ask questions about the other characters’ history and allow exposition naturally.

She had a spunk to her that made her likable, a complicated history that made her sympathetic, and a perspective on life and drama that set her apart from the rest of the pack. As the oldest member in the group she brought a more mature perspective to a lot of the drama and scenes that the kids would get into, but she also had this childish excitement and eagerness to be involved with the gang. She wanted to see them grow and help them become better people. And that falls right into the biggest involvement she had, when she had her relationship…

With Paulo! Serving as a positive force in his life, Tess dating Paulo was a perfect match as two punky kids trying to make it in this cruel world. And with Tess’ maturity being a great opportunity for her to build him up to follow suit, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect! Except for one liiiiiittle snag, a small chink in her immaculate armor, and no it wasn’t that she wanted more out of Paulo that he couldn’t understand. You see, Tess was afflicted with a terrible, debilitating disease when she was born into this world. An awful condition that she had to deal with early in her life… She was a Fan Character. A death sentence, for most cursed with such a cruel fate. But she showed so much strength in what she was able to do in those early chapters, that we all hoped that maybe she could beat her condition maybe she had one last trick up her sleeve, one last hurrah, one last adventure, one last send off to carry us through and remember her by… But alas the damage was already done, and in this chapter we see her succumb to the bitter sudden end.

The promise of suspense in Volume 2. Setting up Tess’ final year with the gang to be a senior year to remember would sadly only lead to her being muscled out in favor of more heavy drama. Her presence becoming less and less, as she was forced into irrelevance. From being a powerful force in moving these characters, with deep connections to all them, to being just a shadow of her former self as she would become nothing more than a side-note in Volume 2, and an occasional speedbump in Volume 3. The fact was the fireball, take charge, punk rock girl we all once knew and loved was dead. She died years ago. And this chapter just shows…

She was the last to know.

9/10

Gone but not forgotten;

Replaced, but forever remains

#bittersweet candy bowl #rant

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Weekend Top Ten #571

Top Ten Things by Daughter #2

So every year I hand over my glorious, shining blog to my progeny to allow them to mucky it all up for their birthdays. And that time has come round again as we celebrate the anniversary of Daughter #2 gracing us with her presence. It was the same day the Mercedes garage near our house installed a giant rotating logo, funnily enough. Put it in your diary.

Anyway, I asked her a while ago what she wanted to write and she just decided to list “everything”. So that’s what this is: a list of everything. It’s basically her top ten everything of all time ever. She wrote it out for me in her little diary, which has a lock on it, and I couldn’t open it, so I’ve had to wait until she allowed me to see the list.

And that’s really that for this week! She obviously hasn’t written great screeds on the subject because, well, she can’t be arsed doing my work for me. I’ve tried to elucidate slightly on the items in her list, because I think with the best will in the world they might need a tiny bit of explaining in some cases. But as is the case with all these lists that I get my brood to contribute too – and also some of the early Top Tens I wrote, flush with the joys of new parenthood – they serve as a nice snapshot of where we all are at this moment. These are the things she likes right now, as she turn eight. Future generations will look back and wonder whether it’s entirely appropriate to show too much Tim Burton to a primary schooler. Or ask just what the hell is up with “lilac”.

Anyway, here you go. Have at it, and happy birthday.

Baby Betsy: so, this is her little dog, Betsy; I’m not allowed to say plush dog or toy dog, she’s just a dog, okay? It’s “Baby” Betsy because it’s the small, baby form of her Nanna’s dog, “Big” Betsy (who is, herself, pretty small). Does that make sense? So Betsy at number one totally tracks, because this is her “Woody” (god I wish that character had a different name), her little friend who she takes everywhere.

Mummy: yeah, okay, this makes sense too. Who doesn’t love their mum? And Daughter #2 has such a sense of feminine style that she requires a role model to, well, do her hair. Coz I can’t do plaits. Sorry.

Daddy: honestly surprised I’m this high. I’ll take it.

Puppies: like, in general; all puppies. She’s dog-mad. All she wants in life is a ton of puppies. Everything is canine-related. Might buy her Cujo for her birthday.

Dumbo (2019): yes, I double-checked, and this isn’t the character, she really does mean the 2019 live-action film by Tim Burton. It’s better than the other one, she says. I’m not sure I agree, although it is less racist. Also, it’s worth highlighting that Dumbo is (low bar here) one of the best live-action Disney “reimaginings”, succeeding by focusing on Dumbo (the character) as being an adjunct to the human family drama that’s unfolding. It also does well by continuing for a good 45 minutes after the point where the initial film ended, having Michael Keaton play – well – a villainous, fictionalised version of Walt Disney but with better hair. It manages to be a sweet, Paddington-esque drama but also lean into some Burton wackiness, and completes his trilogy of Films With Danny DeVito That Have A Circus In Them. Also: two Penguins.

Art: like, art. I think she means, y’know, drawing and painting. Not specifically the concept of art – including everything from song to prose to Candy Crush Saga – and nor does she refer to the 1994 play by Yasmina Reza. Just, like, painting and whatnot.

Lasagne: like her father and his messiah (Garfield), she loves lasagne. Nothing more to say here. It’s delicious. I want some now.

Books: yeah, she’s being a bit all-encompassing with some of these isn’t she? “All books”. Books are great and all, but despite being a very advanced reader for her age, I guess she’s not really that well-read in the grand scheme of things. Maybe she’ll think less of books by the time she gets round to Digital Fortress by Dan Brown.

Lilac (the colour): your guess is as good as mine.

Wednesday (2022): no, not the day, nor even the character; she means the show. She might be putting the cart before the horse a little bit coz we’ve only watched two or three episodes so far; maybe it falls off a cliff. Maybe it becomes less like the good Barry Sonnenfeld movies, and more like the ropey, middle-of-the-road animated movies. Anyway, I’m pleased that she likes Wednesday, for three reasons: (1) I wanted to watch it anyway; (2) it’s a proper TV programme that we can all enjoy, unlike some of the other stuff she makes us watch; and (3) maybe this and Dumbo will be a gateway drug to more Tim Burton and we can watch Batman and Batman Returns this year. Remember: a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it!

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darkmoka · 2 years

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As Enji just stared at his son's snake, Rei was continuing to feed the youngest. Mama Rei kept giving him small pecs and 'good boy's as a reward. Well, Enji snapped out of his trance and just stared at Rei. They were talking with their eyes.

'Do we do it?'

'He's my innocent little baby! We can't! >:('

'I'm doing it. Help me or I'm sending you back. |:\'

Sighing, Rei called out to her little angel. "Baby, do you want to play a fun game with mommy and daddy?" Rei asked as she put down the bowl of congee on the nightstand. The youngest' eyes just sparkled and he nodded up and down very quickly. "Alright, lay down on your mother, facing me." Enji said as he liberated the younger from his clutches. Young Reader did as Enji said and just waited patiently. Rei felt like she could see a dog wagging it's tail excitingly.

As soon as the youngest got comfortable on Rei, they both raised his arms and pulled his sweater off. "M-Mama, it's cold.. :( "Reader said as he hugged himself. "It's okay, baby. Mommy and Daddy'll warm you up." Reader nodded his head and just stared at his father, Enji, pulling his shorts off and just staring at his raging boner. When Enji took out the forbidden noodle out of it's cage, both Rei and Enji gasped as they saw how big it was. Enji was even more shook as his son's cock was bigger than his. Way bigger. Rei didn't say anything but just kissed her angel on his cheek and stared at her husband playing with the massive raw noodle standing at an impressive 14 inch [it's unrealistic but I'm an 8 so whatever :/].

Rei just moved from her spot behind her son and went beside Enji. that was staring at Reader's cock, and looked up to her baby boy. "Baby, mommy and daddy are gonna play with you. If you don't like it, just tell us. Okay?" Once Rei saw her angel nod, she and Enji began to give Reader's cock kitten licks. Reader started flinching and mewling. "N-Nyoo! Mama, Papa! Stop it, I-I'm gonna pee!" Enji was surprised by the announcement and moved Rei off of the cock's tip and sucked instead. Rei grumbled but smiled as she looked up to her son. "Baby, let it out. You'll be fine." Rei said as she took off her top and crawled towards Reader. "Sniff.. Mama.. ;(" Rei cooed at her son's adorableness and just hugged him, forgetting she was topless. Reader's face was stuffed in his mama's mommy milkers so he didn't think twice and started to give kitten licks and sucked. Rei moaned. She didn't mind and just kept hugging him and patted his head. Head pats are best. :( [wish my mama gave me some too. oh wait- ]. After around 2 minutes after enji started sucking his son's tip, Reader came. A lot. Enji thought it was an inhumane amount of cum but Reader sniffed. "Daddy, what's that..?" Reader knew exactly what he was doing but he had to play the innocent card or everything's be for naught. Rei' eyes widened as she saw her husband struggle to keep all the cum in his mouth and had wondered what it would taste like. She whispered to Enji and kissed him, well not really. She tasted some of her son's cum. It was..sweet..? But she didn't mind. She knew her son was sweet since he was her angel.

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next episode, natsuo and shotou walk in and join. eh? what was that? oh, dabi's gonna come too. fuyumi 's coming in pt.5. :)

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noteguk · 3 years

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bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while.

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from.

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea.

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids.

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings.

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons.

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon.

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place.

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body.

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.”

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes.

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect.

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot.

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really.

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?”

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.”

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.”

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.”

“And what is?” You asked.

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.”

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.”

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.”

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container.

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.”

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.”

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.”

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?”

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.”

He frowned. “Is that your answer?”

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?”

“Because I like giving back to the community.”

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.”

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.”

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?”

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.”

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.”

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?”

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.”

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?”

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.”

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.”

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment.

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily.

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious.

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.”

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.”

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully.

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.”

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive.

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave?

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.”

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?”

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin.

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.”

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?”

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly.

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.”

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?”

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?”

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.”

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.”

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.”

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.”

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like.

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh.

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening.

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you.

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—”

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?”

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable.

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.”

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.”

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded.

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought.

“Turn around for me,” he asked.

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.”

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked.

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat.

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time.

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.”

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.”

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.”

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.”

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface.

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.”

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.”

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.”

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank.

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed.

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.”

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.”

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you.

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state. “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.”

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his.

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that.

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?”

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways.

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.”

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him.

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.”

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...”

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.”

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.”

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.”

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.”

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm.

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.”

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat.

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home.

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?”

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.”

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises.

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum.

You, of course, promptly accepted it.

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked.

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.”

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place.

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”

“And, by the way?”

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time.

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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Tagging: @charlie-theangelwrites @texanstarslove @nazdaddy @leafs-lover

Relationship: Anders Lee x Fem!Reader x Casey Cizikas

Word Count: 15k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Public sexual activities. Dom/sub dynamics. Daddy kink. Overstimulation. Degradation. Humiliation. Sexual choking. Hair pulling. Alcohol.

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone and I totally respect that! Don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but please don’t send me hate!!!

Comments: So I was more than totally inspired after reading @charlie’s Mat/Matt/Casey foursome fic and KO and I got talking about an Anders/Casey threesome and this is the result. Hope you enjoy 💦

You loved Anders with every fiber of your being, but fuck did you question that every time he dragged you out to some charity event or whatever for the Islanders.

He was their captain, he had to go, and you were his girl. You had been together for years, you lived together, had a couple of dogs, and while there was no ring on your finger, everyone knew it wouldn’t be long before there was. So, that meant you had to be there, too. You just didn’t like it.

You didn’t like going out for several hours while you plastered a smile on your face while he talked to donors or rich season ticket holders or other important people when you could be at home in bed with him instead.

But you always went. Not only was it your duty as his girl, but you knew that he’d reward you at the end of the night because, beyond being your sweet boyfriend and dog dad, he was also your dominant.

You learnt quickly that you liked to be submissive. You liked when your partners got rough with you. But, no man ever compared to Anders. Which, of course, should be no surprise because the dominance rolled off him in waves when he was on the ice. But still, you were unprepared for how good, how perfect, of a dom he truly was.

No one fucked you like Anders did, and no one truly satisfied you before him. Anders was the only one you needed, and the only one you wanted.

Well, that was until you unintentionally developed a harmless little crush on his teammate. You never meant to and you wished you could take it back, but he was just so nice to you and warm and funny and handsome, and, yeah, okay, you became soft for Casey and your sweet submissive brain made you do anything for him. especially since he always thanked you kindly and gave you a bright smile.

You hated it, and you hated how rightfully hurt or betrayed Anders would feel if he found out about your little crush. But you couldn’t stop your feelings no matter how hard you tried.

But you had no idea that your feelings weren’t as secret as you thought. Anders knew. Of course he knew. He saw the way you ducked your head when Casey spoke to you, the way your shoulders relaxed whenever he was around, and the look in your eyes when you did something for Casey.

He wasn’t mad; he was never mad. He had no reason to be. There was nothing wrong with a crush. He trusted you implicitly. You were his and he knew you’d never cheat.

You hoped with time your crush would go away, but it didn’t. And that was okay with Anders. More and more he was warming up to the idea of sharing you. He never liked the idea, always told himself that his girl was his and his alone, but seeing the way you interacted with Casey… Knowing how you looked fucked out… Knowing that you used to fantasize about being shared…

He thought about it.

He thought about watching someone else fuck you, maybe he’d even give instruction, after all he knew your body best. It wouldn’t be as good as when he fucked you, but you’d still enjoy it. Especially while you held his gaze stuffed full of another man’s cock.

Slowly, or not so slowly, Anders came around to the idea. And so, he started watching Casey, wondering if maybe he reciprocated your feelings.

It was subtle, obviously, but Anders could tell from the way Casey’s eyes dipped to your chest when you had a lowcut top, or the way he’d lick his lips when Anders mentioned how hot his girl was. He was always very private about his sex life, but he let a few carefully chosen comments drop to see how Casey would react.

The first time was while they were getting ready for practice. Little crescents had started to scab on his shoulders from how tightly you had gripped him while he fucked you, your nails having broken the skin.

Unsurprisingly, it was Barzy.

“Good night, eh?” Mat asked with a smirk.

Usually Anders would let it go, not one to dish out details like some of the younger guys were. His go to was always ‘wouldn’t you like to know.’ But not this time. This time he was curious.

He knew what Mat was talking about but he played along and glanced at his shoulder. “Oh, those. Yeah, it was. She’s certainly a scratcher if you don’t pin her hands down, especially when you make her cum so many times she forgets her name.”

A few guys stopped, including Mat. None of them were used to Anders making those kind of comments. He shrugged and pulled his undershirt on, but not before glancing over at Casey who hesitated for just a moment, his jaw hanging open in shock, before he tied his skates.

Maybe.

The second time was more deliberate.

It was Beau this time, telling Mat that he’d be into a threesome with the right people. Then it was Marty butting in, saying there was “no way in hell” he’d ever share his wife.

It wasn’t out of place when Anders shrugged. “I would,” he said. “If she wanted to, I would.”

Marty didn’t miss a beat. “Crazy, bro. All of you. My wife is mine and no one else’s.”

But Anders wasn’t thinking about what Marty said. He was thinking about the way Casey had closed his eyes as if he needed a moment. And then he was thinking about the way Casey nodded, as if he was agreeing that he, too, would be okay with it too if you wanted it.

Anders’ plan was hatched from there.

He brought you around more, dragged you out to more events, made sure you spent time with Casey. And then he took you home and fucked you until your cum and his ran down your thighs.

You had no idea anything was up, and because of that, you thought nothing of Anders asking you to go to the latest charity gala. You hated going to them, but you agreed. You’d do anything for him, including sitting through hours of boring banquets. They were for a good cause, you had to remind yourself. And Anders would reward you for good behaviour.

You laid a navy blue, high neckline, formfitting dress on the bed before doing your hair and make up. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Anders was going through your closet.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

He ignored you until he found what he was after. You had worn it a few times and he loved it, and he was sure Casey liked it. It was simple, a black dress with a deep plunge and high slit. It looked incredible on you. It was perfect.

“Wear this instead,” he told you, laying it over the blue dress on the bed. You thought it would be better to wear his team’s colour, but you couldn’t say no to him. You could never say no to him, especially when it was a dress that you also loved. So, you nodded.

“Of course, babe,” you smiled.

You took your time getting ready, making sure you looked absolutely perfect. You couldn’t wear a bra with the dress and you settled on a black lace g-string for panties. No panty lines and Anders would have a treat when he undressed you at the end of the night.

“All ready,” you said, stepping out of the bathroom.

Anders let his eyes run down you and he gave you a playful groan. “You look absolutely ravishing,” he told you before kissing you when you got close enough. It was quick and chaste since you didn’t want to ruin your lipstick.

“Thank you,” you replied. “You look very handsome.” It was true, you loved him in a suit. Especially when he wore a nice grey three piece with a blue tie that brought out his eyes.

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile.

You returned it and your heels clicked on the hardwood floors as you retrieved a clutch you had forgotten to grab. You never noticed Anders pulling something out of his pocket.

“I got you something,” he said when you returned to him and you immediately lit up.

“Yeah?” You spoke. You loved presents.

Anders hummed and knelt down in front of you before pushing the skirt of your dress up. You couldn’t hate how the simplest of gesture had the heat pooling between your thighs. He pushed your skirt up to your midthigh and reached up to grip the band of your panties and pulled them down slowly. You stepped out of them and he slipped them into the inner pocket of his jacket before holding your new panties out for you to step into.

The question died on your tongue when he brought them up your legs and settled them on your hips. You could feel the vibrator within the garment pressed against your core.

You took a sharp breath in as you looked at him and he let your skirt fall back down and he was careful to smooth it out and make sure everything was perfect. “To keep us entertained,” he told you with a wink. He could control it from his phone.

He stood up and brushed his knees off before holding his hand out to you. Not even turned on the vibrator felt hot and heavy against you and a soft pulse of your heart began between your legs. You took his hand and gave it a squeeze and Anders smiled and took your hand and led you to the car before opening your door for you and closing it behind you.

It wasn’t a far drive, but with the New York traffic, it still took a while, giving you ample time to think about the vibrating panties Anders put you in and what would come out of it. You could only hope you have a table alone because if anyone heard the vibrations—worse, if anyone heard you moan or saw you cum—you’d die. Go full hermit, never to be seen or heard from again. But still, you didn’t voice that to Anders because beneath all that fear was want. It would be incredible and hot to cum in a room full of people and have no one but Anders know. And he knew that.

You arrived at the event before you realized and Anders gave the valet the keys before coming around to help you out of the car. You took his hand and stood, your heart racing just a bit as he closed the door behind you and led you into the event.

You did your best to ignore the vibrator in your panties as you talked to the team and the girls and whoever Anders had to talk to, but you couldn’t. It was hard and it teased you with every step, making you unable to forget it. And the more people you spoke to, the wetter you got. None of them knew you were wearing vibrating panties. None of them knew that the dearly loved captain of the New York Islanders had put you in vibrating panties for the event. The thrill turned you on more than you thought it would.

After socializing came dinner. The tables had been predetermined, more or less, based off the number of RSVPs plus spares. The Islanders had been given two tables, and everyone congregated at one table to figure out who would be sitting where.

There were eight to a table and eleven of them total. Marty, Clutter and Bailey, plus one each, and Barzy, Beau and Casey, and you and Anders. Really, it worked out better than Anders could have hoped.

“How about you all stay together and we go to the second table?” Anders, always the selfless captain, suggested, referring to you and him. “Casey, care to join us?”

Always the people pleaser, Casey agreed. “Yeah, of course,” he said with a smile, and just like that, it was decided. Just like that, you were seated between your boyfriend and Casey on the side of the room, vibrating panties still pressed against you.

Casey couldn’t help himself, your chest looked so good in that dress that his eyes dropped to your cleavage as he sat down. But it only made Anders smirk. It was only you three at the table so the shenanigans of your panties shouldn’t be noticed by anyone else.

You felt hot between Anders and Casey and when the waiter came by you ordered yourself a glass of wine to help calm yourself. By the time diner was served, you were on your second. Your heart just wouldn’t calm down and you kept waiting for the vibrations against your core, but it wasn’t until you picked up your fork to start on your dinner that you felt the first jolt of vibrations against you.

A gasp fell from your lips when you first felt them and the fork slipped from your fingers, clanking against your plate. Anders had made sure the vibrator was pressed against your clit. Your eyes closed for just a second but Casey still asked, “are you alright?”

You needed a moment to answer, swallowing back the moan you desperately wanting to let out. “I’m fine,” you told him, your voice strained. Anders only smirked.

You flushed and you hoped Casey couldn’t hear it. The vibrator was pressed against your clit and Anders had turned it onto your favourite setting. All you wanted to do was lean back and moan, but you couldn’t. You pressed your thighs together, but that only made it worse and you gasped again. Anders hid his smirk into his glass.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Casey repeated. “You don’t look so good.”

“Yeah,” you breathed before clearing your throat. “Just need some water.” Casey nodded and reached for the pitcher of water and refilled your glass. You whispered back a thank you and picked your glass up, but as soon as you took a sip, Anders dragged his finger up the screen, making the vibrations stronger.

You choked and immediately started coughing. Of course Anders didn’t make a move to help you, enjoying your floundering too much. So, Casey jumped in, taking your glass from you and putting it down in front of your plate before rubbing your back and guiding you forwards to help with the inhaled water, but the motion also pressed your clit more firmly against the vibrator and you were suddenly glad you were choking so you didn’t moan.

“Seems like you’re having a rough night,” Casey chuckled after you had stopped choking. He didn’t know the half of it.

“Thank you. It, uh, it must have gone down the wrong pipe,” you explained before giving Anders a glare. He returned it with a smirk.

He kept the vibrator on high which made it extremely difficult to eat and even harder to not moan. You hadn’t noticed how fidgety you had become, squeezing your legs together, crossing and uncrossing your ankles, and shifting back and forth, you were just trying not to moan as you felt your high get closer and closer, but Casey did.

You couldn’t believe that Anders was really going to make you cum while you were inches away from Casey. Your body was hot with pleasure and nerves. You had never been quiet, and now he wanted you to cum so close to his teammate and friend? There was no way Casey wouldn’t know, and then what would happen? He was already watching you out of the corner of his eye with concern.

Anders noticed you were thinking and drew quick waves on the screen of his phone to make it pulse. The sound that clawed past your lips was more a broken gasp than anything, your whole body jumping, your high suddenly a lot closer than you realized. You clamped your hand over your mouth and you could hear the blood thumping in your ears out of embarrassment.

Casey put his fork down and turned to check on you but he saw you had turned your hand so you were biting the meat of your thumb and your eyes were squeezed shut, almost like you were about to—

Oh.

Casey’s eyes ran down your body before moving over to Anders who was looking back at him with a smirk, his fingers still tracing sure patterns on his phone. Casey had thought he was absent mindedly running his finger over his off phone, but now he could see that his movements were sure and his phone was definitely on, every movement highlighted by a light blue light dimmed by the low brightness.

Oh.

His cheeks pinked as he looked back at you, trying so hard not to cum and his lips parted. Anders smirked and waited another moment until you were right on the edge and pulled his fingers back, letting the vibrations stop.

You leaned forwards with a deep breath before reaching for your wine and gulping it down quickly, slumping back in your chair and Casey watched you with careful eyes, not believing it was really happening, that he had really come that close to seeing you cum.

“You okay?” Anders asked, gently rubbing your thigh.

“Y-yeah,” you replied, your voice weak. He whispered something back to you but you didn’t catch it, your body jumping when he slipped his hand under the slit in your dress, letting his finger brush your clothed core. The movement was not missed by Casey who was watching you like a hawk, and neither was the way you spread your legs for Anders.

Anders easily slipped his fingers into your panties, feeling how wet you were, how you still fluttered, being so close to cumming. To anyone other than Casey, Anders pulling back was subtle, but Casey was watching everything, including how Anders brought his fingers up to his lips to lick clean and it was Casey’s turn to bite back a moan. He couldn’t believe you two were really doing in front of him, not that he was complaining.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at either of them.

Anders kept his fingers to himself for the rest of the dinner, letting you eat your dinner in peace, though you didn’t eat much, your body still bussing at how close you were and thrill of nearly cumming with everyone so close by.

But, of course, Anders wasn’t done with you yet and after you finished dinner and the plates had been taken away, you felt the vibrations start again. They were slow at first, but you still tensed in surprise and Casey felt himself start to harden, knowing what was happening.

Anders built it up slowly, increasing the vibrations and tracing patterns on his screen. You were still on edge from not cumming before and it didn’t take long for you to feel the knot start to tighten again. Your leg bounced and you put your hand on the side of your face to try to hide yourself from Casey, but he knew. And he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

Your orgasm blindsided you and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from moaning as your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Casey watched the way your leg suddenly stilled and you gripped the edge of the table tightly and he wished you hadn’t hidden your face—wished that he could have heard you moan because holy fuck you were cumming. Right there in front of him, you came.

Anders slowed the vibrations down before stopping them and you took a slow, deep breath and rested forward on the table, your body hot, but not entirely with pleasure.

You just came in the middle of a charity event with Casey next to you. You couldn’t take it back if something happened, and, God, it was Casey of all people. Sweet, loving Casey who just wanted to help and whom you had a huge crush on.

You felt awful. And then you felt worse because you just came in front of Casey and you wanted to know what he would sound like calling you a good girl.

Anders turned his phone off and gently rubbed your back as you caught your breath.

Dinner had been taken away and speeches given, really there wasn’t much left to the night. So, Anders leaned in to brush his lips over your ear. “Why don’t you head to the washroom? I’ll be there shortly, yeah?”

You nodded and excused yourself, thankful for the retreat as you made your way over to the washrooms.

Casey watched you leave and when he looked back at the table, Anders was looking at him. He cleared his throat. “Good night, eh?” Casey said tensely.

Anders hummed, “and tasty.”

Casey choked on his tongue.

“Well,” Anders continued. “I’m going to get some desert.” It was clear to Casey what Anders meant, but Anders paused before getting up. “And you’re welcome to join us, if you want. Say ten minutes in the men’s? if not, I’ll see you at practice.” He didn’t wait for a response before getting up and making his way to the restrooms where you were waiting.

He gave you a reassuring smile and checked the men’s washroom before pulling you in.

He wasted no time. As soon as the door was closed, his lips were on yours as he caged your body against the door. You moaned against his lips when his hands dipped under your dress to grip your thighs before hoisting you up and carrying you over to the vanity so he could settle between your legs.

“You were so good tonight,” he told you, trailing his lips down your jaw and you moaned at the praise. “Didn’t know you could be so quiet. Though, I much rather have you scream my name.”

“I can scream your name tonight, Daddy,” you replied, leaning your head to the side to give him more room as he kissed your skin.

“I know, babygirl,” he said, slipping his fingers into the band of your panties and pulling them down before placing them on the counter. He pressed his fingers against you, groaning at how wet you were before collecting your wetness and dragging it up to your clit, which he rubbed softly. “Who made you this wet, baby?” He asked.

“You, Daddy,” you moaned and you let your legs fall open when he moved back to your entrance and Anders gently pressed a finger in.

The first thing Casey saw when he opened the washroom door was you spread out on the counter and Anders knuckle deep in your pussy.

He didn’t know what he expected to see, what he expected at all, but it knocked him back and he froze, half in the washroom and half out, the door still ajar.

You saw Casey first. You moaned and opened your eyes to look at Anders but caught a different set of familiar blue eyes instead. You knew you should have closed your legs, pushed Anders back, or told him to go away, but you didn’t have the heart to do any of them, to do anything. Anders kept brushing your g-spot and you were so close and Casey was looking at you like a starving man looked at dinner.

Anders pressed his thumb to your clit and you clenched down on his fingers as you moaned louder and Anders finally met Casey’s eyes through the mirror. “Get in or leave, but close the door,” he told Casey.

His words snapped Casey out of his trance and he nodded before quickly stepping into the washroom and locked the door behind him. “Sorry,” he whispered, his voice loud in the empty washroom, and he stayed back against the door watching the way Anders’ fingers disappeared into you.

The high that seemed so close suddenly felt far away as you looked from Casey to Anders, who sensed your hesitation. “Is this okay?” He whispered in your ear, pulling his fingers from you to get a straight answer.

The whimper slipped out without you meaning to and it went straight to Casey’s groin. Of course you were okay with it. You had fantasized about it more times than you cared to admit. You just couldn’t believe it was really happening, that Anders was okay with it.

You nodded quickly, wanting Casey to stay.

“Words, baby,” Anders told you.

“Yes,” you whispered before looking over to Casey. “It’s okay.”

“Do you want Casey to touch you, too?” Anders asked softly.

You swallowed, your heart racing in your chest, and nodded, your voice breathy, “yes.”

Anders returned your nod and stepped aside. It was hard letting another man see you like this and it would be even harder seeing another man touch you, but he knew he could trust Casey. “Then ask him,” Anders told you.

You unconsciously pressed your thighs together as you pulled your eyes from Anders to Casey. “Touch me,” you whispered before swallowing and correcting yourself. “Will you please touch me?”

Casey’s entire demeanor changed, going from hesitant to sure as he stepped towards you. His touch was soft as he ran his fingers up your outer thigh. “Are you sure?” He asked you, his baby blue eyes looking into yours.

“Yes,” you breathed, slowly spreading your legs for him and he took a deep breath in as he lowered his gaze to between your thighs. He groaned softly before running his fingers up to your slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Casey groaned, closing his eyes for a moment.

Your breath caught in your throat at his first touch and you immediately looked to Anders who gave you a reassuring nod. Casey settled his fingers on your clit and rubbed a few soft circles to judge your reaction and you moaned softly before he sunk his fingers into you. His touch was different from Anders, but still good.

He curled his fingers up in search of your g-spot, which he found after a few thrusts and you clenched down on his fingers with a loud moan, making Casey moan. It was a beautiful sound that sent heat straight to your core.

You whined when Casey pulled his fingers back, but he lifted them to his mouth to suck them clean, his eyes closing as he groaned at the taste if you.

“Tastes amazing, doesn’t she?” Anders asked with a smirk and Casey nodded.

“She does,” he agreed. He was ready to sink to his knees to get a real taste.

You whined at the lack of attention and Casey rewarded you by returning his fingers to your clit. It wasn’t behaviour Anders usually let you get away with let alone reward, but he didn’t say anything.

Casey’s touch was softer than Anders’ and the slow circles he traced only made you want more; more than what could happen in the men’s washroom.

“Daddy,” you whined after several long moments, looking over at Anders, and Casey immediately pulled his hand back as he looked at you. “I want to go home.”

Your words hung sharply in the air and Anders immediately straightened, his hand going to your thigh, ready to kick Casey out and take you home. But you returned your gaze to Casey. “And I want Casey to come home, too,” you told him.

Anders visibly relaxed, but he kept his hand protectively on your thigh as he looked at Casey. “Well, what do you say, Case? Wanna try her sweet little pussy yourself?”

Casey wasn’t about to turn down that once in a lifetime opportunity. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’d like that.” His words had you pressing your thighs together with the realization that tonight it wouldn’t just be Anders fucking you, but also his teammate.

Anders looked at you, waiting until you met his eye before asking, “Casey can do anything he wants to you, right, baby?” The sentence turned you on more than you already were, but you knew it had a double meaning. He was asking you if you were okay with it and if there was anything you didn’t want him to do.

You nodded, “yes, Daddy. Casey can do whatever he wants.”

“Good girl,” he praised you with a smile and soothingly rubbed circles on your thigh. “Can you tell Casey your safe word?”

“Rangers,” you replied firmly and Casey nodded.

Anders turned to Casey, “she says it—”

“I stop,” he finished. He didn’t need to be told that. A safe word meant stop and it was done.

“Are you clean?” Anders asked. He assumed Casey was, but he needed to be sure.

“Yeah, I got tested a couple weeks ago,” he answered.

“Good, good. Us, too,” Anders told him and Casey nodded.

You pressed your thighs together making Anders look over at you. You loved the feeling of being filled up and the idea of both of them doing so had your core pulsing.

“I want…” You started and looked to Anders before correcting yourself. “Can he cum in me?” You were his and letting Casey near you like this was out of his comfort zone and you didn’t want to push him. If he didn’t want Casey to have you like that, you understood and respected it.

The corner of Anders’ lip twitched up as he pressed his hand between your thighs to pull your legs apart. “You wanna be filled with both our cum, huh? A little cum slut?”

You tried to squeeze your legs together again but Anders kept them parted. “Yes,” you nodded. “Please.”

Anders gave you a small nod and turned back to Casey. “She’s on birth control, so you can, if you want to. Her pussy does feel amazing raw.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Casey groaned. He only had one fingers in you, but it was amazing and he could only imagine how good you would feel wrapped around his cock before he filled you up with his cum.

Anders nodded and looked back at you before taking a deep breath. “Let’s go home then, yeah?”

The tension doubled in the room and both men waited for you to say something. “Let’s go home,” you repeated, looking between the two of them before slipping off the counter, Anders’ hand quick to steady you on your shaky legs.

“Let’s go,” Casey echoed.

“You’ll ride with us? I’ll drive you back for your car tomorrow?” Anders asked as he scooped your discarded panties off the counter and slipped them into his pocket.

It would be easier for him to drive himself, but Casey nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Perfect,” Anders nodded and smoothed your dress over to make you more presentable before gesturing towards the door.

Casey unlocked it and slipped out. A moment later, you and Anders did the same. Anders led both of you through the dwindling crowd and towards the valet. It didn’t take long for them to bring the car around and when they did, Casey slipped into the backseat. He expected you to join Anders in the front, but you surprised both of them by slipping into the back with him.

Anders spared you a glance through the rear view mirror but didn’t say anything. He waited for both of you to do up your seatbelts before starting off for home.

The silence was thick with tension the first half of the car ride and it had your heart racing with nerves and excitement. You were already soaked, but you knew you were growing wetter imagining all the ways tonight could go, and Casey watched the way you pressed your thighs together.

Finally, it was Casey that broke the silence, leaning across the backseat to ask, “is there anything you don’t want to happen?” Anders had already asked you, but he needed to be sure, needed to ask you one on one.

You gave him a smile as you shook your head. “I like to be used,” you confessed and watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed. “You can choke me, spit in my mouth, manhandle me, degrade me,” you listed, pressing your thighs together at the thought of Casey doing all of those things to you. “I like it all. I’m not made of glass, so please don’t be gentle.”

“Got it,” Casey whispered, his cock starting to harden as he pictured everything you listed.

You hummed and looked back towards the front, catching Anders’ eyes in the rear view mirror. He gave you a reassuring look and you did your best to settle in for the rest of the ride, using the time to prepare yourself for what was going to happen.

You were attracted to Casey and you wanted this. It was just that you had been with Anders and only Anders for so long, you couldn’t remember what it was like to be with someone who wasn’t Anders. That didn’t mean you weren’t incredible turned on, because you were. You were just a little nervous, but in a good way.

It didn’t take all that long for Anders to finally pull up to the house. Casey was the first to get out after Anders parked and you slid across the bench seat to get out his door. Casey helped you out of the car and closed the door behind you before putting his hand on your lower back to guide you towards the house.

It was something Anders had done more times than you could count, but knowing it was Casey instead made more heat settle between your legs. Anders locked the car behind him and stepped around you to open the front door.

To no surprise, your dogs were happy to see you and you stepped into the living room to say hello to them, accepting their loving wiggles and kisses before straightening yourself up and starting up the stairs towards the bedroom. Anders let you lead, following behind Casey to the most intimate room in the house. You heard Anders whisper a reassurance to the dogs before he closed the door, closing the three of you into the bedroom.

The tension was thick in the bedroom and you held you breath as no one moved. It was Anders that moved first, stepping towards the dresser to empty his pockets before he turned and looked at you, waiting for you to make the first move.

You looked over to Anders and he gave you an expectant look. Nothing was going to happen until you made that first move.

Anders’ look was all you needed to shake yourself from the trance you were in. You took a deep breath and stepped towards Casey and put your hands on his shoulders. His hands fell to your hips as he looked at you, his eyes dipping to your lips, though he waited for you to lean in and kiss him.

The first brush of your lips was light and you waited just a moment before pressing yourself closer and kissing him properly. Casey let you control the kiss, following your lead for the time being. It was different from kissing Anders, softer and slower, though you wondered if you’d think the same by the end of the night.

As soon as you got comfortable with the kiss, you moved your hands down to push at the suit jacket Case was wearing. “Watch yourself,” Anders warned. You knew your place and you knew what you weren’t supposed to do, but you couldn’t help yourself. Casey slowly took control of the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth and you abandoned his suit jacket in favour of undoing his tie. You were just starting on the buttons of his shirt when Anders wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back.

“Behave.” Anders said in your ear. But you bit your lip as you looked up at Casey and started untucking his shirt before he wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled them back.

“He told you to behave,” Casey told you, his voice dropping as he looked at you. “And you’ve been so good for us so far, it would be a shame if you started misbehaving now, don’t you think?”

Your throat went dry at Casey’s words and you nodded. “I’m sorry,” you told both of them.

“Good girl,” Casey praised before releasing your wrists and Anders let go of your throat. Casey met Anders’ eyes over your shoulder and Anders nodded as he stepped back, wanting to watch you with Casey.

Before seeing your interest in Casey, he never even considered sharing you with anyone, never considered that he’d like sharing you with anyone, but seeing you kiss Casey turned him on and he wanted to watch you do more than kiss.

Casey’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he kissed you again. It was deeper than the first and you cupped the back of his neck to pull him closer but didn’t try to undress him, no matter how much you wanted to.

He gripped your hips and pulled them flush against his so you could feel how hard he was already and you gasped into the kiss. It had been a long time since you felt someone other hand Anders hard, but you liked it. You really liked it.

Casey turned you and guided you back towards the wall, caging you between it and him. Casey swallowed your gasp when your back hit the wall and you moved your hands from his neck to his jaw, changing the angle of the kiss to deepen it while his hands moved from your hips to gather the material of your dress around your waist so he could press his thigh between yours, knowing you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

You moaned at the feeling and pressed yourself down against his thigh, shamelessly grinding down on it, not caring that you ruined his dress pants, while Anders watched with hungry eyes. Casey slipped his hands under your gathered skirt and his fingers brushed the bare skin of your hips before he pulled back from the kiss. “Can I take your dress off?” He asked you.

“Yes,” you told him before glancing over his shoulder at Anders. “Yes, please.”

Casey nodded and stepped back, letting your dress fall back to the floor and giving you room to turn around. His fingers easily found the zipper of your dress and pulled it down and you didn’t bother holding the dress up, letting it slip off your body and onto the floor once the zipper was undone.

Casey let his eyes run down your body, settling on your ass as you glanced over your shoulder at him. You bit your lip and turned around. His eyes ran up your body before settling on your chest and he groaned.

“Been looking at those all night,” he admitted, his gaze locked on your chest. “Spilling over the top if your dress, I don’t think there’s a man in that room that didn’t notice them.”

You loved the praise and the way he was looking at you. You stepped out of the dress and moved you towards the bed, sitting on the edge before leaning back and pulling another groan from him. When you looked over to Anders, his eyes were eating you alive all the same. “It’s my favourite dress, too,” he agreed with Casey.

If it were just the two of you, Anders would have devoured you the moment you were home, but he wanted Casey to have you first so afterwards he could remind you that, as good as it was, you belonged to him.

You looked back to Casey who held your gaze as he shrugged his suit jacket off, carefully folding it before putting it down on top of your dresser and starting on his tie, his tie joined his jacket on the dresser shortly and he started on the buttons of his shirt, his fingers easily undoing them before adding his shirt to the growing pile, leaving him naked from the waist up.

You didn’t try to hide the way you ran your eyes down his chest, shamelessly taking in all the firm muscle hidden under his skin and the tattoos that decorated him. You had always found Casey hot but it was different seeing him like this and knowing that you were going to find out just what exactly he was capable of. You pressed your thighs together at the thought.

Casey stepped towards the bed and guided you back so you were laying back before he hovered over you. He cupped your jaw and ran his thumb over your bottom lip before pressing his clothes thigh against your core, pulling another beautiful moan from you.

“What do you want, Princess?” He asked, his voice raspy as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to you.

You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, gently sucking it as you held his gaze, pulling a soft groan from his as he imagined you were sucking something else. He was hard before, but now he was throbbing, his lips parting as he watched you until he finally pulled his thumb back.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” you told him. This was, probably, your only chance you’d ever get with Casey and you weren’t going to take it for granted. You wanted to know what he felt like in your mouth and what he tasted like when he came in your mouth, and you wanted him to feel as good as you could make him.

Of course, Casey wasn’t going to turn that down and he slowly pulled himself off you before glancing to Anders who was quick to hand him a folded blanket for your knees. Casey set it down on the floor for you and you gave him an innocent smile as you sunk to your knees in front of him, sure to keep your legs spread like the good girl you were.

Both men groaned as they watched you and Anders reached for the chair to your vanity, dragging it across the hardwood floor so he could have a more comfortable view of you sucking his teammate off. You looked over at the sound and saw that Anders had undone all the buttons of his dress shirt, leaving it hanging open for you to see his chest and he caught your gaze.

“Her mouth is heaven,” he told Casey, leaning back in his chair so you could see how his cock strained against his dress pants.

You rocked back against nothing, desperate for any friction against your core before returning your attention to Casey. His cock also strained against his pants and you gently squeezed him through the material before undoing his belt and pants. You hooked your fingers into the band of his underwear and dragged both them and his pants down his legs so he could step out of them and you quickly tossed them aside before looking up at his cock, hard and proud between his legs.

You ran your tongue over your lips as you looked at him. “May I please suck your cock?” You asked him and Casey reached out to cup your jaw with a soft groan.

“Of course you can,” he told you.

A habitual ‘thank you, Daddy,’ almost fell from your lips, but you caught yourself, and instead whispered a “thank you” before you took him into your hand. He wasn’t as big as Anders, but he was almost as thick. He felt good in your hand and you gave him a few strokes as you thumbed the head of his cock.

You were rewarded with a low, beautiful groan that went straight to your core and you moved your hand down to grip the base of his cock before leaning in to wrap your lips around the tip. You looked up at Casey as you traced your tongue over his slit, pulling a long moan from him before you took him further into your mouth.

Casey’s hand moved from your jaw to the back of your head, gripping hair as you slowly moved down his length, getting used to the feeling of him in your mouth. You only had to move down him a few times, always paying close attention to his tip, drawing soft, hot moans from his lips, when you pulled back. You loosened your jaw and moved your hands to his thighs as you looked up at him and he got the message.

“You look so pretty like this,” Casey groaned as he started to thrust into your mouth. He kept his movements slow and soft at first, but you were used to much rougher with Anders. You held his gaze as he picked up his pace. You had told him not to be gentle…

He held himself back a bit, not wanting to over do it, but you took everything he gave you and never closed your eyes. You loved the feeling of him in your mouth and you focused on relaxing your gag reflex and jaw. The room was filled with the wet sound of him fucking your mouth and Casey’s moans.

Your mouth felt so good around him and he knew he was never going to forget it. Anders wasn’t joking when he said your mouth was heaven. You let Casey fuck your mouth for a few minutes before you brought a hand up to gently play with his balls, pulling a long moan from him as his hips stuttered.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on your hair. You moaned around his length and Casey groaned at the sensation before thrusting a little deeper, making you choke. He tried to pull back, but you dug your nails into the back of his thighs to stop him. Still, he gave you another moment before he started thrusting again.

He tried to keep his eyes on you, but they’d close every now and then, lost in pleasure. You took him so well, of course it didn’t take long for his high to build and he fought it off as long as he could, but his pace got sloppy and rougher as the tip of his cock started hitting the back of your throat. Tears formed in your eyes and you could feel the spit running down your chin, but you didn’t pull back, keeping your eyes on Casey the whole time.

His jaw was slack and his head was tilted back with pleasure. You knew he was close and you tried to take him deeper, but his grip tightened on your hair and he pulled you off, making you whine.

“I was going to cum,” he told you, his voice breathless.

“Kinda the point,” you replied, your voice hoarse from use and you tried to take him back into your mouth.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m not going to waste a drop,” you to him before guiding his tip back between your lips. You hallowed your cheeks as you traced your tongue around the head before letting your jaw relax again and you gave his thigh a squeeze to tell him it was okay to move again.

Having just been on the edge, it didn’t take long for his high to build again and you were rewarded with beautiful moans from him. Casey may be a lot of things, but quiet wasn’t one of them.

His moans, the tight grip on your hair, the heavy taste of him on your tongue, it had your pussy throbbing with need. And a need to make him cum. You needed to make him feel good, and you needed to be a good girl so you could be rewarded.

His rhythm grew sloppy quickly and his trusts were quick and shallow as he chased his high. It wasn’t long before he stilled in your mouth with a long moan.

You choked as his cum hit the back of your throat, making more tears spill down your cheeks. He was still for a moment before he loosened his grip on your hair and pulled his cock from your mouth. He tasted differently than Anders, but you still swallowed it all, holding his gaze as you did before opening your mouth to show him you had swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” Casey praised, his chest still heaving as he came down from his high.

You made a soft sound at the praise, your core throbbing with need. You glanced over to Anders who made no movement towards you, so you turned your attention back to Casey, who helped you to your feet before laying you down on the bed.

He hovered over you and your breath caught in your throat. “Is this okay?” He whispered and you nodded.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “What do you want me to do to you?”

His words sent more heat to your core and you ran your tongue over your bottom lip. “I—" you swallowed. “I want to feel your mouth.”

“My mouth? Where do you want to feel my mouth, Princess?” He asked, trailing his hands up your thighs. He knew what you wanted, but he needed you to say it.

“My pussy,” you whispered and Casey nodded.

“Your pussy? Your sweet little pussy Anders doesn’t stop talking about? Yeah, I think that’s doable,” he said. Since getting a taste in the restroom, he’s been dying to know how it felt when you came on his tongue.

You whined at his words and bucked your hips up, your core desperate for attention and Casey chuckled. “Remember to behave, or we won’t let you cum.”

You bit your tongue to keep from commenting because you knew Anders really would punish you like that. More than a couple times when you had misbehaved he had edged you for hours only to not let you cum. You knew the threat was real so you bit your tongue and nodded. “I’ll be good,” you told him.

“Good,” he hummed. “Because I really want you to cum on my tongue, pretty girl.”

You moaned softly at his words and nodded. “Please,” you whispered. “I need it so badly.”

Casey hummed again. “Well, I better take care of that then, shouldn’t I?”

He kissed you deeply and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull his chest to yours. You moaned as his chest brushed your nipples and Casey swallowed the sounds, groaning at the taste of himself that still clung to your tongue.

He gripped your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled back before releasing it in favour of trailing his lips down your neck. You moaned softly and tilted your head to the side to give him more room and he rewarded you by biting down.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, running your hand through the hair on the back of his head. He smoothed your skin over with his tongue before continuing down to your chest.

He groaned when he was eye level with your breasts before looking up at you. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes, please,” you told him, pulling at his hair.

He smiled at your reaction but didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed an open mouth kiss to the top of your breast and trailed down, skipping over your nipple in focus of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your chest, making both of you moan.

He brought his hand up to your other breast to give it attention, absolutely loving the feeling of it in his hand and your nipple between his fingers. Finally, he wrapped his lips around your other nipple, grazing his teeth against it as he did, pulling a long moan from you.

Casey closed his eyes with a groan, taking his time enjoying your breast before he switched to show the other the same attention. Your core pulsed with his every action and you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking against him, making him moan loudly as your pussy rubbed his used cock, but he got the message and continued to trail his lips down your stomach before settling between your legs.

“So fucking pretty,” he told you, his hands running down your sides to your lips. His touch was like a feather and it made you shiver despite the heat coursing through your veins.

“God, Casey, please touch me,” you begged, rolling your hips up.

He smirked and began to trail his lips along your inner thighs, starting at your knee and moving up. Your breaths came quicker the closer he got to the place you wanted him most before he moved to repeat the process on your other thigh.

It drove your crazy and you had to stop yourself from dragging his head towards your core because you knew what would happen if you misbehaved, and you wanted to cum. You needed Casey to make you cum.

Finally—finally—his tongue was against you.

He licked a broad strip up your core, groaning at how good you tasted as he gathered your wetness on his tongue before settling on your clit. You let your legs fall more open as you leaned your head back with a moan.

Casey traced his tongue over your clit, his eyes squeezed shut with focus before he pulled back to press his tongue to your entrance, making you gasp. You couldn’t help but fist his hair when he looked up at you with lust blown blue eyes.

His nose brushed your clit while he fucked his tongue into you, groaning at how good you tasted. The vibrations drove you crazy, pulling shamelessly loud moans from you as you struggled to keep your legs open.

He tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you closer so he could press his tongue deeper. He was never going to forget how you tasted and how it felt having his face buried between your legs.

You whined high in your throat. You were so turned on and wound so tightly, you needed a release. You needed to cum.

Casey loved how wrecked you looked already, one hand gripping his hair, the other holding the bedspread, and he moved back to your clit, wrapping his lips around it as the tip of his tongue traced patterns on the bud.

“Casey,” you moaned, your eyes closing as you clenched down on nothing. “Oh, fuck, Casey.”

He looked back up at you as you continued to moan his name, your every moan going straight to his groin. He reached one hand up to pinch your nipple as he sucked on your clit and your hips jumped in pleasure, your high suddenly a lot closer than you realized.

He was gentle but sure as he rolled your nipple between his fingers and traced his tongue against your clit and the knot tightened quickly.

You looked over at Anders and watched as he undid his belt and fly as he watched Casey go down on you. You clenched at the sight and Casey groaned at the feeling, making your hips jump with a gasp.

“I’m going to cum,” you moaned while you looked at Anders. “Can I cum? Please, Casey, can I cum?” You asked, your voice more a whine than anything else with how close you were. If Anders was surprised you asked Casey and not him, he didn’t show it as he continued to watch you with dark, hungry eyes.

Casey pulled back and your body tried to follow him as you whined. His lips and chin were shiny with your wetness. “Yeah, Princess. You’ve been good, you can cum,” he told you, the thumb on your hip tracing soft circles before he reattached his lips to your clit. He needed you to cum.

He was rougher than before and it had you arching your back into him as more moans fell from your lips. Your eyes closed out of pleasure for just a moment, your lips parted as more moans tumbled out, and when you opened your eyes, Anders was palming himself through his undone slacks.

The sight sent you over the edge and you rocked against Casey with a loud moan, clenching around nothing as you came. Casey groaned against you, his hand moving from your chest to pin your hips down as he slowed his tongue to work you through it, drawing your high out as long as he could.

Slowly, your grip on his hair loosened and he pulled back from your clit to lap up your cum. Your hips jerked out of sensitivity as a string of curses fell from your lips before he pulled back.

You watched as he ran his tongue over his lips before wiping his mouth and chin on the back of his hand. You kept your legs open as you caught your breath, your pussy still fluttering from your high as Casey moved to rest beside you.

You let your eyes close for a moment as you caught your breath, your whole body warm with pleasure.Your legs were still spread and your chest still heaved and when you opened your eyes, Anders finally rose from his chair. Casey glanced over at the movement before moving more to your side to give him space. You watched through half lidded eyes as he shrugged his undone shirt off before coming around the bed.

You let your legs fall open more as he settled at the foot of the bed before he grabbed your calf and pulled you down so your hips rested at the edge. He used the blanket he had given Casey for your knees for himself as he settled between your legs and guided your thighs over his shoulders.

He groaned at the sight of your pussy, used and wet, and there was nothing gentle about the way he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.

You were still coming down from the high Casey gave you, but that didn’t matter to Anders who dove right in, pressing his tongue to your entrance, gathering what was left of your cum before moving up to your clit and sucking harshly.

You gasped loudly and your hand shot down to grip his hair while your legs closed around his head. Anders wasn’t fazed and easily pushed your legs back open while he worked roughly over your clit.

“Daddy,” you moaned loudly, clenching on nothing. “Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

Your other hand searched the bed before gripping the bedspread, needing to hold onto something and Casey watched with hungry eyes how easily Anders took you apart. Your body withered at how rough Anders was on your clit, his teeth scrapping against it every now and then making you tighten your grip on his hair as you jerked.

You whined loudly, your heels digging into his back when he pulled back from your clit to fuck his tongue into you. “Daddy, please,” you begged, though for what you weren’t sure.

Anders didn’t let up, pressing his thumb to your clit while he fucked his tongue into you, making your hips jump, but Anders was determined to make you cum and pull those hot little moans from you and give Casey a good show.

His hands were rough from years of hockey, but that only made the friction better, and since you had already cum thanks to Casey’s mouth, it really didn’t take much for your second high to build, which Anders knew. He knew how sensitive you could be and how easy it was to make you cum while you were still riding out the waves of the first one and he needed you to cum on his tongue.

He pushed himself forwards, his tongue pressed into your cunt so the only thing he could taste and smell was you and you moaned loudly, thrashing on the bedspread until Casey reached out to pin your shoulders. You gasped at the touch, but it melted into a moan and Anders started to rub your clit again and you didn’t fight him. You clenched down on Anders’ tongue as another wave of heat went through your body.

The knot in the bottom of your stomach tightened quickly and despite your best efforts, Anders and Casey kept you pinned as Anders continued to abuse your cunt.

The pleasure was over whelming in the best way and it didn’t take long for you to cum, your back arching as you moaned, “Daddy.”

Casey had gently worked you through your high to prolong it but not overwork you. Anders, on the other hand, was not. He didn’t slow down as you came, fluttering around his tongue, and your legs tightened around his head at his assault, but he didn’t let up. Your moans echoed across the room and before you could even process it, you were cumming again on his tongue.

“Daddy,” you moaned. “Please.”

Anders hummed against you but slowed his tongue, working you through your fourth orgasm of the night and you let go of his hair in favour of fisting the bedspread. You looked so hot blissed out on the bed, your breasts moving with the rapid rise and falling of your chest, and Anders replaced his thumb with his mouth to draw the last of your high out before pulling back.

“So you can ask Casey to cum but not me?” He asked and he was half tempted to turn you over and spank you until you learnt your lesson, but that wasn’t for tonight.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you told him. “I’ll be better.”

He hummed as he lowered his head back to your soaking core. “Yeah, you will be,” he said before wrapping his lips around your clit.

You whined long and loud as your legs tightened around his head, but he forced them back open as he sucked your clit, his tongue pressed completely against you.

Your eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure, and it was Casey that spoke. “Keep your eyes open, Princess,” he told you. You whined again but listened, forcing your eyes open and looking beside you to hold his gaze while Anders pushed you closer to another high.

Casey’s eyes were completely blown and his skin was flushed and one look down and you saw he was hard again. You moaned loudly as you returned your gaze to his before bringing your hands up to pinch your nipples. Casey’s groan was covered by your moans and Anders had to tighten his grip on your hips to keep you in place.

It didn’t take long for your high to build and you gasped. “I’m going to cum, Daddy. Please, can I cum?” You moaned out, still rolling your nipples between your fingers.

Anders held your gaze as he focused on your clit, pushing you to your limit before pulling back. “Yes, you can cum, baby,” he told you before reattaching his lips to your clit. It only took a few moments before you came again, pinching your nipples roughly as you did, loud moans falling from your lips.

This time, Anders slowed his tongue, pulling back to softly circle your clit with his tongue to draw your high out before pulling back. His lips and chin were shiny with your cum and he wiped his mouth on the back of his band before standing and looking down at you.

Your pussy was used and wet and your cum was spread along your inner thighs. Your lips were parted and your chest heaved as you caught your breath and Anders bit his lip as he looked down at you.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he told you. “So happy to be used.” He didn’t pull his eyes away from you when he called to his friend, “Case, you gotta see her like this.”

You looked over at Casey when the bed shifted and you followed him with your eyes until he stood next to Anders looking down at you and you spread your legs to give them a better view, making both of them groan.

“She does look amazing like this,” Casey agreed, running his tongue over his lips as he thought about how good your wet pussy would feel around him.

Anders looked over at him and knew exactly what he was thinking. “Want Casey to fuck you, baby?” He asked, looking back at you.

“Please,” you whined, and Anders chuckled.

“Such a little whore, aren’t you? So desperate to be fucked and you don’t care who by. I bet you’d enjoy being passed around the whole locker room.” You pressed your thighs together and your breath caught in your throat at his words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. My girl is such a little whore. Just a hole to be used.”

You whined and Anders ran his hand lightly down your leg before he stepped back to his chair with a small smirk so he could watch you get fucked by Casey.

“Are you okay?” Casey asked you nodded quickly.

“Yeah,” you told him.

He hummed and glanced over to Anders before instructing, “hands and knees.”

You nodded before pushing yourself up to follow his instructions. Your whole body was hot and your limps felt like jello, but you settled on your hands and knees facing Anders, your legs spread wide for Casey. You needed him so badly you couldn’t help but clench down in anticipation as you held Anders’ gaze.

You felt the bed shift under Casey’s weight as he settled behind you before moving a hand between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you were how he wanted to you.

“Is this okay?” He asked and you nodded quickly as you tried to press yourself back against him. You needed him so bad.

“Yes,” you moaned. Casey moved forwards so his hard cock was pressed against your core and you gasped at the feeling before rocking back against him and pressing your face into the mattress. Casey gripped your hair and pulled your head up, making you look at Anders with a gasp before he leaned in to brush his lips over your ear.

“Look at Anders while I fuck you,” he told you, only releasing your hair when you nodded.

You could see how hard Anders was in his pants and you clenched again knowing that your night wasn’t done with Casey.

Anders watched you with hungry eyes, his bottom lip firmly between his teeth. He released his lip when you caught his gaze. “You’re doing so good,” he told you and you nodded. “I can’t wait to know what your pussy feels like when it’s filled up with another man’s cum. You’re such a little whore, aren’t you? So desperate to be filled up all the time.”

You moaned and nodded quickly. “Please,” you begged.

“Please what?” Anders asked.

“Please fill me up,” you moaned, pressing yourself back against Casey and Anders smirked.

“You heard her.”

Casey hummed and let go of your hair in favour of gripping your hip in one hand and himself in the other. He pressed the tip to your clit and dragged it up to your entrance making you moan.

“Okay?” He asked as he settled at your entrance.

“Yes, please,” you begged and Casey slowly pressed into you while you held Anders’ gaze.

You wanted to close your eyes in pleasure as Casey sunk into you, but you didn’t dare pull your eyes from Anders. You moaned loudly and gripped the bedspread as Casey bottomed out, unable to stop yourself from clenching down on him, making him moan and squeeze your hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he told you, giving you a few moments to adjust. “So warm and wet and tight.”

You moaned at the praise and watched as a proud smirk crawled its way up Anders’ lips. He knew better than anyone how amazing your pussy was.

You whined when Casey didn’t move and pressed yourself back against him, pushing him that little bit deeper with a soft moan. He bit his lip before tightening his grip on your hips to keep you in place before pulling out and trusting back in, rocking you forward. You moaned loudly as you looked to Anders, stuffed full of another man’s cock. It made you clench down on Casey, pulling a hot moan from his lips.

Casey started his pace slowly but firmly, making sure you had completely adjusted to him before fucking you harder, pressing himself deep inside you with every thrust.

You were so used and sensitive and he felt so good, you knew it wasn’t going to take much to curl again, especially when you watched Anders pull at his slacks, needing more give against his aching cock while he watched Casey fuck you.

You moaned louder than you needed, wanting to give him a good show and Casey rewarded you by fucking you harder.

He felt unbelievably good, the curve of his cock hitting all the right places. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure.

Casey shifted his angle so he brushed your g-spot and your gasp melted into a long moan as you slumped forward a little more, squeezing him tightly in pleasure. “Right there,” you moaned. “Fuck, right there.”

“Oh, here?” Casey asked, hitting it again and you let your eyes flutter closed with a loud moan. Behind you, Casey smirked and continued to fuck you firmly, brushing your g-spot with every thrust.

Even without being touched, your clit was throbbing and the assault on your g-spot only made the knot tighten quicker. “I’m going to cum,” you gasped out as you looked to Anders. “Please, Daddy, let me cum.”

Anders took a deep breath and shifted his leg and you whined as you waited for an answer, squeezing Casey tightly as you tried to hold it back. “Yeah,” Anders finally said after a few agonizing moments. “You’ve been good, you can cum.”

You moaned in appreciation and pressed your face into the bedspread, not trying to hold it back as you danced right on the edge. Your mouth fell open with pleasure until Casey stopped.

The sound that left your throat was half whine, half groan and Casey wrapped his hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, just pulled you up so you looked at Anders. “Look at Anders while you cum on my cock,” he told you.

You whined but nodded quickly. “I’m sorry,” you told them. Casey hummed and let go of your throat to return his grip to your hips and fucked you harder, sure to brush your g-spot with every thrust.

He brought you back to the edge quickly and didn’t let up. Your jaw was slack with pleasure as you looked at Anders, his blue eyes dark with arousal. He only needed to nod once and you let the orgasm wash over you, your mouth open in a silent screen.

Casey’s hips stuttered and he groaned as you fluttered around him, his eyes glued to his where he was disappearing into you as your cum dripped down his cock. “Fuck, Princess,” he groaned as he fucked you through it, and you couldn’t pull your eyes from Anders. You wanted to be good for him, for both of them.

You moaned as you continued to clench down on Casey, making him moan and his grip tighten on your hips. “Please,” you begged when his rhythm started to get sloppy.

“Please what, Princess?” He asked, the breathiness of his voice making you clench down on him again.

“Please fill me up,” you told him, your eyes still locked on Anders.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Gonna fill this warm cunt right up.” His rhythm was sloppy but hard as he chased his high and you continued to flutter around him.

With you squeezing him, it only took him a few more thrusts before he buried himself in you and stilled with a loud moan. You gasped when you felt him cum and clenched around him again, milking his cum out while pulling another loud moan from him.

You struggled to hold yourself up, especially as Casey leaned more of his weight on you, his body spent with his second orgasm of the night, so you slumped forward, making Casey slip out of you in the process. He took another moment to catch his breath before helping you onto your back, his eyes instantly falling to between your legs where his cum was starting to leak out.

He didn’t think, just reached forward and collected his cum on his fingers before raising them to you. You took them greedily, groaning as you sucked his fingers clean of both your cum.

“Good girl,” he praised before rolling over beside you and you let your legs fall open more as you caught your breath, your chest heaving and your body warm with pleasure.

You heard the chair creak before you realized Anders was getting up. You looked over and followed him to the foot of the bed with your eyes. His touch was gentle as he gripped your ankle and ran his eyes down your used body.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to continue, or do you want to stop?” He asked but you shook your head and spread your legs more, showing him your used pussy as Casey’s cum continued to leak out of you.

“I want your cum, too, Daddy,” you told him and he groaned under his breath.

His hand fell from your ankle as he stepped back to push his slacks and underwear down before kneeling on the bed and settling between your legs, hovering over you. His cock was hard and leaking and you gasped as it brushed your clit, your pussy clenching in anticipation, pushing more of Casey’s cum out.

“Can’t be wasting Casey’s cum, can you?” He said, gathering it up on his fingers and pushing it back into you, making you moan.

You whined as he pulled his fingers back but they were quickly replaced with his cock as he pressed the tip into you. He took his time sinking into you, groaning at how good you felt and how you kept fluttering around him.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, pulling out and trusting back in roughly, making you grip his shoulders with a gasp. He groaned as your nails but into the skin of his shoulders and stilled his hips to take your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head.

You moaned, having no energy to fight his grip and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he fucked you.

He was rougher with you and bigger than Casey, stretching you out all over again, making you moan loudly, your eyes fluttering shut out of pleasure. Your pussy was so used and raw, you could already feel another high start to build, and Anders knew it by how you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum already, babygirl?” He asked with a groan.

“Feels so good, Daddy,” you moaned, tightening your legs on his hips.

He made a soft noise and quickened his hips, his eyes never leaving you as you scrunched your face up with pleasure. “Look at me,” he instructed and you whined as you forced your eyes open again. “Look at Daddy while he fucks you, and look at Daddy when you cum.”

You nodded quickly, another string of moans leaving your lips at how good he felt and you clenched down on him, making him groan, low and beautiful in your ear.

You were so used and sensitive and raw, it wasn’t going to take long to cum again. Anders looked at you with hungry eyes and you moaned louder, your high closer with every move of his hips.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your whole body hot and you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Please let me cum, Daddy. Please.” Your last word broke into a whine.

Anders thrusted into you a few more times making you whine loudly before he nodded. “Yeah, baby, you can cum.”

You nodded quickly and held Anders’ eyes as it washed over you with a loud gasp that melted into a moan as you fluttered around him.

Anders’ pace stuttered and he moaned as you squeezed him before he reached down to grip your thigh, pushing it higher to get him deeper as he fucked you through your high and you let your eyes close for a second before looking to Casey, who ate up your every moan and bounce of your breasts.

You moaned loudly at the look in his eyes and looked back to Anders, your pussy still fluttering around him. Your high bled into another, smaller high as you came again, your eyes closing as you dug your nails into the palms of your hands where they were still pinned in Anders’ hand above you.

Anders let his eyes close as he tightened his grip on your thigh. You were so warm and wet around him, so used and begging for more, your pussy squeezing him tightly, and he had been so hard watching you with Casey. His pace for sloppier and rougher as he chased his high.

“Gonna fill your sweet pussy right up,” he moaned and you whined with a quick moan, unable to make words as you moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure. Anders let his eyes close as he focused on how good your pussy felt around him.

His groans grew louder as he got closer and he tightened his grip on your wrists when he came with a loud moan, stilling in you and making you moan as he filled you up.

He released your wrists as he braced himself, his jaw slack as he came down and your legs fell from his hips. When he opened his eyes, he saw how wrecked you were and he could feel your pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling out. You whined, the feeling too much on your abused core, but Anders did his best to be gentle before flopping down beside you, Casey on your other side. Your whole body was warm, pulsing with the beat of your heart and you let your eyes close as you focused on it.

You couldn’t process the time passing as you laid there, completely used and blissed out, the cum from two men beginning to run down your thighs. Casey watched you with careful eyes, making sure you were okay, but it was Anders that spoke first.

“I’m going to get a cloth from the bathroom to clean her up. Can you run down and get her some water?” He asked, looking over you to Casey.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Casey said and you felt the bed shift as he got off it, but you didn’t bother following him with your eyes as you looked to Anders.

He brushed your hair back and gave you a soft smile and you leaned into his touch. “Are you okay?” He asked softly and you hummed. “Words, baby,” he whispered.

“I’m okay,” you told him, rolling slowly onto your side to be closer to him, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb over the arch as he made you look at him, searching your eyes for any sign you weren’t okay. Reluctantly, he nodded and leaned forwards to kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed to get you a warm cloth. He wet two wash cloths with hot water and wrung them out before stepping back into the master where Casey had returned.

You were still curled up on your side, though you had pulled Anders’ pillow down and clutched it to your chest. Anders held his finger up to Casey and knelt back on the bed and you opened your eyes at the movement.

“Hey,” Anders whispered. “Is it alright if I cleaned you up?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied and he helped guide you onto your back so he could wipe you down. As always, he was gentle, starting with your arms, then your chest, taking special care with your breasts before moving to your legs. He started with your claves and worked up your thighs, wiping away all three of your cum before lightly wiping your raw pussy.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Anders whispered when you whimpered. “There, all done, okay?” He said when he was finished, resting the used cloths on his thigh before helping you sit up.

Casey sat down on the other side of you and guided the glass to your lips. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were and you took the glass from him and quickly drank it all. “Good girl,” Anders told you when you were done, handing the glass to him and he put it on the bedside table before getting up to put the used cloths in the laundry.

While he was up, he grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and pulled them on and got you one of his shirts. Usually you both slept naked afterwards, but this wasn’t usually and Anders didn’t want to leave you exposed. He helped you put it on while Casey pulled on his discarded underwear.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Anders asked you and you nodded.

“Yes,” you told him. “A little sore, a little raw, but I’m okay, I promise.” Both of them relaxed at your words and Casey gave your hand a squeeze, making you look over at him.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked you and you shook your head as you used your other hand to reach out to Anders. As amazing as Casey had been, right now all you needed was Anders. They both understood that and Casey gave your hand another squeeze. “Well, tonight was really fun. Thank you both. I hope you get some much needed rest, and Leesy, I guess I’ll see you at practice.”

You hummed and let his hand slip from yours, but it was Anders that spoke up while Casey was gathering his clothes. “The guest room is down the hall, third door on the left. There’s an ensuite with extra toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo and bodywash for you to use. I’ll drive you to get your car in the morning.”

“Are you sure?” He asked and Anders nodded.

“It’s late, just stay the night.”

“Okay,” Casey nodded. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Anders said and Casey nodded again before slipping out the bedroom door and closing it behind him to keep the dogs out.

Andes took a deep breath and looked down at you, the corner of his lips twitching up when he saw you were already smiling up at him. “We should change the sheets,” he told you. “So how about I run you a little bath, let you soak so you won’t be as sore tomorrow, and I change the sheets while you’re in there?”

You didn’t like the thought of being away from him, and really, all you wanted to do was sleep, but you nodded. “Probably a good idea.”

Anders nodded and got off the bed before helping you up. Your whole body felt like jello and there was a deep ache in your hips. You stumbled at first, but Anders caught you and guided you into the bathroom and to the toilet before he started drawing you a bath.

You didn’t wait for the tub to fill. After using the toilet and brushing your teeth, you peeled Anders’ shirt off and slipped into the few inches of hot water with a soft moan. Anders got your bodywash from the shower in case you wanted it and left the bathroom open when he went back into the bedroom to change the sheets.

He took his time stripping the bed and replacing the used sheets with clean ones. He tossed the used sheets next to the hamper before picking up your dress and his suit and putting it in the dry clean pile. Once he was satisfied, he made his way back to the ensuite to check on you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, smiling at how content you looked in the tub.

“I’m good,” you told him honestly. “But I am exhausted and I think I might fall asleep if I stay in here much longer, so please tell me the bed is ready.”

Anders chuckled but nodded. “Yeah, the bed is all ready for you.”

He stepped forwards and got you a fresh, fluffy towel before helping you out. You let him wrap the towel around you and dry you off before helping you to bed. The sheets felt nice against your skin and you let Anders tuck you in as you got comfortable, sleep pulling at all your limbs.

“I’m just going to wipe myself down and brush my teeth, okay?” He told you and went back into the bathroom after you nodded.

He didn’t want to leave you alone long, so he brushed his teeth before pulling his underwear off and used another washcloth with some bodywash to clean himself. It wasn’t the best, but it would do until morning.

You were nearly asleep when he came back to the bedroom, but you managed a smile when you saw him. “Can I let the dogs in?” He asked and you nodded so he walked over to open the door. He only had to whistle once before they came barreling into the room. “Be nice, gentle,” he told them before they jumped on the bed and he closed the door behind them, smiling at your laugh as they licked your face. You were always their favourite parent.

“Okay, okay, enough,” Anders told them with a smile as he got into bed. “Leave mom alone.” Of course, that only made them focus on him instead. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually the boys settled down and Anders was able to slip under the covers, turn the lights off, and pull you to his chest.

“You were really good tonight,” he whispered.

You hummed and pressed yourself closer. “I had fun,” you told him.

“Me too,” he said, making you smile. He took a deep breath and you knew he was about to say something else, but you shushed him.

“Whatever you want to say, save it for tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I just want to sleep.”

Anders laughed, but nodded, soothingly running his hand down your back before kissing the top of your head. “Okay,” he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby, you deserve it. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered into his chest, letting your eyes close.

Anders’ heartbeat was familiar and soothing, your whole body still warm with pleasure and use, and the dogs’ weight at the foot of the bed was comforting. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and Anders wasn’t far behind you.

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Not so Innocent desires

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning : This is so filthy dear lord, explicit sexual content, Sub!fem reader, spanking, oral, innocence kink and I think that’s it

Just good ol fashioned smut

Summary : Turns out you Remus and Sirius want to treat you a certain way, it takes some special kind of convincing from your end though.

Word count : 3164

The lovely @fionanovasleftnut had a wonderful idea that I couldn’t resist writing about. I’m not sure with how this one turned out but I hope I did the idea justice. xXx

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Being a family friend of the Weasleys had its perks. You always had someone to stick up for you, always had someone who could make you laugh, and you always had a home with them, wherever that may be. You had moved out on your own as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, but it seemed that wasn’t the way to start your life as a young adult. The wizarding world was at war and Molly Weasley was insistent that one of her adopted daughters should not be defenseless living alone.

You had tried to reassure her that you would be fine, you even approached your most likely allies.

“Fred, George please tell her I’ll be fine. You understand right?” They only chuckled at your cute pout and brushed your concerns aside.

So no. No one was willing to risk the parting of their lovely Y/N.

You were too kindhearted, too sweet, too pure. A ray of sunshine in these dark times, too precious to leave unprotected.

You had been so angry at first, but your anger was soon turned into bashfulness as you were met by two very attractive men. Of course you knew Professor Lupin, he was your teacher and even now words from his mouth directed your way made heat rise to your face.

Then there was Sirius Black. His long black hair framed his face perfectly. His stormy grey eyes made you completely weak at the knees.

Everything about these two men left you flustered, Remus’s quick wit, Sirius’s hearty laugh, the knowing glances they’d share, Remus’s scars you just wanted to spend hours tracing, and Sirius’s ring clad fingers that tapped impatiently against the table. For being in Azkaban for 12 years his hands sure looked strong and capable.

It was a blessing and a curse really. You got to admire two very attractive men, yet you couldn’t manage much more than bashful nods at times. That didn’t stop them from approaching you however. They were so kind and welcoming, so much so that you took up Sirius’s offer to stay there rather than at the Weasleys. He knew you valued your alone time and got anxious in large groups so he thought you’d appreciate your own room rather than crowding in with the Weasleys. It was all good and well.

Except for how often you found yourself rubbing your thighs together at night to ease some sort of tension. Nothing could stop the wetness that pooled in your underwear at the memory of Sirius clenching his jaw in anger as Snape talked, or the way Remus calmed him down by rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. So once again that night you found yourself with that familiar ache you just didn’t know how to satisfy on your own. Your fingers just weren’t good enough. You got up in a huff to get some water at an attempt to calm down. You slipped down the hallway silently, but the sound of a low moan coming from Sirius’s room stopped you in your tracks. The door was slightly ajar and although you knew you shouldn’t peek in, the dull throbbing of your clit convinced you to stay. You had to stifle your own moan at the sight in front of you.

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his four poster king sized bed while Remus was on his knees between his legs jacking him off.

“Fuck Pads, how was it already this hard I’ve hardly touched you.”

“It’s not my fault! Blame Y/N with those stupid lips she bites. And her big doe eyes and and- fuck Moony that feels so good.”

Remus grinned at the chance to tease Sirius.

“Not as good as Y/N would feel though right? Bet you’d love to have her little hands wrapped around your cock huh. Imagine if you got to stretch out her perfect little pussy. She’s so fucking innocent, so pure”

“I wanna ruin her god she’s pretty, but at the same time she’s so precious I don’t wanna taint her. She deserves something more gentle and sweet.”

“You’re certainly smitten aren’t you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck her to the brink of tears. Have you heard that cute little giggle? Imagine what her whines sound like. I just wanna watch as you wrap your big hands round her thro-”

“S’that what you want? You wanna make innocent little Y/N our cockslut. Wanna make her our needy puppy. Wonder how many times we could make her come with just our fingers.”

“Fuck Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah that’s right love, cum to the picture of fucking her mercilessly, her nails scratching down your back cause you’re fucking her so hard.”

You watched Sirius shudder while Remus’s face lit up in victory. You decided it was best to leave before they were no longer distracted.

Well, that certainly didn’t make you any less riled up. Looks like they wanted you as much as you wanted them. You knew you’d have to put your shyness aside, but how on earth do you talk to someone about that. Yes, hello I find you two super hot and I’d just love it if you’d degrade me and throw me around thank you so much. Frankly you never knew you wanted that yourself until you heard the words fall from their lips with ease. You put your plan in motion as you traveled back to your room, praying it would work.

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You were giddy when you woke up, anxious for the day that awaited you. You decided to wear a shirt that Remus had once complimented, suddenly much more aware of how it complimented your chest. You paired it with your shortest skirt and thigh high socks. You turned around and shoulder checked to appreciate yourself, knowing if you bent over too much anyone could see the white lace thong you had underneath.

You knew the order meeting was starting earlier than usual so you pranced down the stairs and were met with a dumbstruck Ron and Ginny.

“Blimey Y/N, who are you trying to shag?” He was instantly met with a slap by Ginny.

“Shut it Ron, don’t talk about Y/N like that you git. You look adorable.” She reassured.

You smiled sweetly at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Gin, I’m gonna go get breakfast now.”

You swear you saw Remus and Sirius give a double take when you entered the kitchen. Pleased your plan was going well you continued into the next phase and sat between Fred and George casually as if your heart wasn’t racing a million miles an hour. Any laugh that the twins could pull from your lips were met with a hard stare from Sirius and Remus. Normally Remus could keep a calm disposition but you could notice the look of contempt in his eyes as his hand clenched the edge of the table.

You pushed your chair back and made your way to the sink.

“Here Molly, let me help you clean up.”

“Thank you dear, you can just grab the dishes from the table love.”

You made your way round the table and once you reached where your two admirers were you squeezed between them and bent over to grab the last plate, feeling your skirt ride up high enough to gain a sharp intake of breath from Sirius.

“Sorry, it was just easier to get it this way.”

You smiled to yourself as you helped Molly finish cleaning. Everything cycled out and everyone rearranged where they sat as they tidied up before the meeting began. You were thrilled at the chance to sit between Remus and Sirius now that everyone had moved. You leaned forward so you could rest your chin on your hand as Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke of the newest updates happening within the ministry. Fred and George would sometimes try to throw you off by making funny faces, but they were met by a hard glare by Remus which instantly simmered them down, while Sirius placed his arm around the back of your chair in a possessive manner. Welp, now was as good a time as ever to test the waters. You leaned back into your chair and crossed one leg over the other so your foot would brush against Sirius’s calf. He passed a glance, and you took a deep breath and moved it up and down his leg. You smirked at how you saw his hands clench and that spurred you on to lightly place your hand on Remus’s thigh.

“Y/N love, what are you doing exactly” Remus’s voice was shaky, like he was holding back.

Time to ice the cake.

“Nothing Remmy, I’m just being innocent little Y/N.”

Sirius’s head swerved at that one and you couldn’t help but notice the growing tent in his trousers.

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It took forever for everyone to leave after the meeting. It took even longer to convince Molly that you were fine to stay here rather than go back to the burrow.

“Alright Y/N if you’re sure, but you know how to reach me if you need anything at all right?”

“Of course Molly.”

If she knew what you wanted these two men to do to you she would be dragging you by the ear out the door. But finally, finally she left.

Leaving you alone with two straight faced men whose expressions were unreadable. Remus was the first to break the silence.

“Y/N, did you over hear our conversation last night”

You nodded, but Sirius wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna answer out loud for us pretty girl. You don’t get to tease us the way you do then act all shy now.”

“Yes, I heard.”

Remus returned to questioning you. “Yeah, and did you like what you heard?”

“I- I did.”

“Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl” Sirius chortled, “wish I would have known sooner.”

“I’m not naughty!”

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?”

“Cause I wanna be your good girl, please make me your good girl.”

Remus was hypnotised by the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips looking up at him.

“Shhh we’ve got you puppy, we just thought you’d want something more gentle.”

“No Remmy, I want you.”

“You can have me darling, let's go upstairs.”

He offered his hand to you and you took it eagerly, and began your journey upstairs, earning a chuckle from Sirius as you snatched his hand too on the way. As soon as you entered they had their hands on you, Sirius had you pressed against Remus as he was kissing your neck.

“You sure you want this love?”

“Please Siri.”

“Alright pup, safe word is red okay? Any point you feel uncomfortable you tell us and we’ll stop immediately. Can you say it for me?”

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Remus praised “Here, let's take all this off since it’s not covering much anyway.”

You nodded and lifted your arms for Remus while Sirius got on his knees to take off your skirt. He debated leaving the socks on, but he wanted you to feel every single thing so he took them off. Now last, but certainly not least.

“As cute as these panties are, they're only in my way, can I take these off precious?”

“M Hmm.”

Remus was quite content to take off your bra and massage your breasts and nibble across your shoulders while Sirius continued his attempts to draw dirty words from your clean mouth.

“Baby, your pussy is so wet right now. Can I touch it, love?”

You spread your legs further for him as an invitation.

“Not here, our precious girl deserves to be comfy on the bed.”

Remus sat against the headboard and motioned for you to follow suit between his thighs.

You practically skipped there, so excited for what was about to happen. You sat down with a quick plop and wiggled your hips to get more comfy, eyes wide as Sirius crawled up from the end of the bed to push your legs apart and gently trace your inner thighs with his forefinger.

“Tell me pup, have you ever touched yourself?”

You nodded bashfully, which Remus did not enjoy apparently as he lightly slapped your thigh with one hand while the other grabbed hold of your jaw to force your eyes onto Sirius fully.

“What did we say about speaking out loud pup, be a good girl.”

“Sorry Remmy, I got embarrassed, I do touch myself Siri”

Sirius grinned, “What makes you touch yourself sweet girl.”

“You, you and Moony do.” He relished in the whine that escaped your lips as he finally made contact with your aching clit, clearly he liked that answer.

“What do you imagine us doing to you pup.”

You moaned as his pace quickened. “Anything, anything you want.”

That’s when his tongue made contact on your clit instead. You jolted at the sudden change, but Remus was quick to hold you down.

“That feel good, sweetheart? I love Siri’s tongue too.”

You could only throw your head back and mewl as Sirius’s tongue flicked faster and he added a finger to the mix, completely enthralled with how your entrance clenched around it desperately.

“Pads I think our pretty girl is gonna cum keep going. Has anyone ever made you feel this good puppy? Fred or George couldn’t make you feel like this could they?”

“No- no Remmy.”

“Wait till I get my turn love, go on and cum so I can make my pretty girl feel good too.”

Even Sirius’s tight grip on your thigh couldn’t keep you tethered as you released on his face. Bliss like you had never known overtook and it’s like you were hyper aware of every touch, every breath of theirs that fanned across your body, and every kiss that Remus awarded you with for being your lovely self.

And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could Sirius as he leaned back to take in the view of the masterpiece he created. He loved how you had squirmed under his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers eagerly.

He was feeling benevolent though and pulled out. Instead he took a firm grasp on your hair and pulled you on your hands and knees so you were eyelevel with his throbbing cock.

Remus placed a couple of smacks on your ass now that it was exposed for him.

“What do you say to Pads for making you feel so good?”

Sirius wondered if you were aware how cute you looked with your owlish eyes oggling his long member.

“Thank you, Siri.”

“That’s right Puppy, now how about you return the favor.”

You just nodded obediently and stuck out your tongue, which only made Sirius growl even louder as he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat but found yourself gagging at the surprise feeling of Remus’s head rubbing up and down your slick folds.

You arched your back and whimpered around Sirius’s cock and Remus got the message loud and clear. Slowly he inched his way inside groaning when your wet heat enveloped him completely. Once you were used to the feeling you wiggled your hips as a signal so he could move. The slow powerful thrusts of Remus made Sirius thrust through your perfect lips even faster at how the vibrations you emitted felt around his cock. His grip on your hair got even tighter.

“Fuck you feel so good puppy, such a good girl taking such good care of us. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face, want me to cum all over your face, sweet girl?”

At the sound of your desperate whining he gave your face a few rough pats and yanked your head back. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stuck your tongue out waiting patiently while he stroked his dick furiously. Finally he released on your face, but before you got the chance to think he was licking it up with wide stripes across your face before moving to kiss Remus. You glanced over your shoulder at the two most beautiful men you’d ever been blessed to see, and moaned as their teeth clashed in a hungry and needy kiss. They stopped in a pant and had their foreheads pressed together, grinning at your demands.

“Moony I think our good little puppy wants more attention.”

“Aw, is that so my needy angel. I can fix that for you.”

Quicker than you could count he had you flipped on your back and started fucking into you ruthlessly. His movements were filled with so much determination that every thrust was pushing you to the end of the bed until your back was hanging off the edge. He grabbed hold of your legs and swung them both over your shoulders so he could reach even newer sensitive spots inside you, completely captivated by how freely your tits bounced in this position.

“Rem- Remus I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not, you be our good girl and hold on a little longer.”

“Please I can’t take it.”

“If you wanna cum you beg for it then, since you can’t wait.”

“Please please, let me be your good girl, please let me cum you make me feel so good please.”

“Hear that Pads? Imagine if someone heard pure little Y/N acting as our desperate puppy. Okay darling you go ahead and make a mess on my cock baby.”

A wave of euphoria rushed over you as you hung there and took every slam that came your way. The bliss however quickly became too much as your legs wriggled to find your escape from his strong grasp. He just grunted and let you slide into a heap on the floor. He swept to the side of the bed and around to where you were and hoisted you back on the bed so you were on your stomach and your legs hung off the edge. He pressed his hand to your back to firmly hold you in place.

“Angel you begged for this, now you’re gonna take it, yeah?”

He returned to his prior animalistic pace that summoned tears to roll down your cheeks.

Sirius started petting your head lovingly “It’s okay love, you’re being such a good girl for Moony and I. You look so gorgeous with those tears all fucked out.”

He continued to comfort you and press kisses to your hairline until finally Remus reached satisfaction with his brutal attack on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m gonna cum”

He pulled out swiftly and his hips found their way to Sirius’s hungry lips. It was such a beautiful sight, but your voice made and audible whine before you could control yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, thought you wanted me to stop.”

“Wanted your cum, wanted you to cum in me Remmy.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that happen precious girl.”

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Hmmm yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope y’all enjoy my lovelies <3

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