Pretty sure my little man has a case of abundism affecting the marble tabby coat under all those white splotches

it's always the quiet ones.

featuring. fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

wc. 1.4k

genre. dark/taboo, smut

tw. 18+ nsfw, noncon, intoxication/alcohol, anal penetration, virginity, choking, dacryphilia, creampie

synopsis. a little bit of jungle juice and megumi is skipping bases.

Megumi tries not to think about it sober. 

That is, what it’d feel like with one hand wrapped around your neck, breath bated as he preps your asshole with the other. Would tears well up in your eyes as he forces his cock into your twitching heat? Would cum spill from your gaping hole when he finishes inside you?

He’s way ahead of himself and he knows it, doesn’t have the slightest clue what your other hole feels like—hasn’t had a single taste of you in bed before. He’s doing his best to curb his curiosity, really, but lately he’s finding it harder and harder to put his demons to sleep when he’s got a little something in his system.

You’re not exactly in your right mind either, tonight, clinging to his arm at the party when you know it’s all he can do just to tolerate the slightest amount of PDA. But the throng of moving bodies swallows you whole and it feels like just the two of you in this time and space; you’re only able to hear each other over the blaring music anyway, as if the reality between you both is the only one that truly exists.

But then you’re wobbling in place, antsy movements signaling your approaching departure when he’s been secretly hoping that you’ll never let go. Your words come out a slur, a poorly pronounced “‘m going to the bathroom,” no vowel left unstretched as you peel away and turn your heel.

And as much as Megumi would love to play it cool, to wait for you by the door like a responsible boyfriend should, the curve of your ass in your favorite night time outfit lures him in behind you. You’re so out of it that you don’t even notice when the door shuts closed.

It’s all a blur from the moment you realize you’re not alone in the bathroom. He’s crept upon you unawares, was probably the one to lock the door properly when you completely forgot to. And if the mirror’s reflection wasn’t proof enough, he’s hunched over you now, lips barely grazing your ear as he whispers:

“I bet we could get away with it in here.”

And you giggle.

A fit of giggles.

A string of them, all stitched together by a stray hiccup or two as you raise your arms in compliance.

“I bet we could.”

You never would’ve guessed that your first time would be in a place like this, surrounded by people yet visible to no one. You can feel the thump of the music even from here, the beat of the bass still thrumming at your feet, familiar pop melody buzzing in your bones.

Is this really Megumi? My Megumi? you question in fragmented wonder, but the thought quickly dissipates as he gets you undressed. It’s such a freeing change of pace from the oppressive air that hangs outside, a heavy blanket of heat and perspiration and sweat-slicked clothing.

You’re still laughing when his pants drop, head swirling in dizzying anticipation. Because it all feels so surreal, how honest you’re being, how honest he’s being. He’s hardly ever let his touch wander before, yet now he’s pressing his hard on against that perfect ass of yours, hands ghosting over your thighs and up your chest as he rocks his hips into you.

You’re still laughing when he tugs at your underwear. He could do this all night long, dry hump himself to completion again and again if only that were enough for you, too—but the wet patch evidenced by the fabric reminds him otherwise.

You’re still laughing when his fingers meet your slick, laughing at how someone’s banging the door while your boyfriend pets your leaking slit, laughing and laughing and laughing. It’s sloppy work at best, but he’s buzzed and you’re buzzed, the core of your body practically singing with praises at his every touch. It reeks of booze and stink and sour and you can’t get enough of it. You push your sweet spot into the palm of his hand in an attempt to help him out, unable to hide your disappointment when he draws back unexpectedly.

But then he’s thumbing at your neglected little puckered asshole, painting it glossy with your own dripping juices. It’s been distracting him this whole time, after all, practically presenting itself to him from this angle—wholly unbeknownst to you yourself. You stiffen, pressing your back flush into his chest, so very sure that he couldn’t possibly be into that.

“Gumi, that’s the wrong hole,” you say, voice hushed as you try to move his hand away, but it’s no use. Your eyes widen in panic as he pushes you down with ease, full weight anchoring you to the sink countertop. He’s never made show of it but he’s clearly much stronger, undoubtedly several times the brawn needed to overpower you. Your legs kick as his thumb sinks deeper—a knuckle? Two knuckles? Not that it really matters, since either way...

You’re not laughing anymore.

Because the person behind you, the one who’s ignoring your words of protest as he replaces his thumb with a pair of fingers, scissoring you apart exactly where you told him not to—that person is most definitely not your Megumi.

The knocking at the door has stopped; the silence is deafening.

And all of a sudden, you feel utterly alone.

“Megumi, it burns,” you plead, voice climbing until you can finally separate it from the thunderous quietude, but he only holds you down by the neck, spitting on his fingers before reworking your walls. 

It’s hard for you to stand still like this, but you can’t tell if your legs are shaking out of fatigue or in reaction to his ministrations. You struggle to deliberate—the sensation in your ass morphing into something familiar yet strange—while Megumi simply decides it’s the latter.

There’s little warning when he deems you ready. He comes to full halt in an instant, the instant when he finally snaps and can’t bear to wait another second. He doesn’t even give himself time to admire his handiwork, doesn’t relish in the way that your walls flutter around nothing the moment he pulls out. The very next moment, he finds himself violating you past the point of no return instead.

It feels impossibly full. 

You scramble for purchase on the counter as he doubles back, your forehead nearly hitting the mirror when he lurches forward again, desperate to relieve his pent-up fantasies.

“Holy shit, it’s tight,” he hisses, as if he isn’t fucking his lover but just some onahole fleshlight. With gritted teeth he snaps his hips repeatedly, chokehold stiffening as the pace devolves into rhythmless abandon. It feels new, it feels weird, it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your mind fumbles to make sense of it, forever oscillating between ‘oddly satisfying’ and ‘downright disgusting.’

All streams of consciousness seem to freeze when he hits a spot so sensitive you think you’re paralyzed from the waist down. You’re set ablaze, the pressure leaving you tingling and confused. Even when he misses the mark your body screams for more, pulsating with primal need.

You feel lightheaded, lack of airflow one of the few things you can focus on, and Megumi swears he can feel you suddenly clamp down on him. Every noise is blurring into each other, from your fruitless whines to the sound of his balls slapping your skin, and you can hardly tell up from down when he blows his load.

Maybe that’s what sends you over the edge: the warmth that fills your abused insides as if to reward them for all their trouble. No, you’re not cumming. You’re crying, the release of your frustration rolling off your cheeks and falling flat on the countertop, the only reprieve from the unfamiliar feeling, warm and sticky and unfair in your injured hole.

Megumi’s too busy riding out his orgasm to notice, grip on your neck loosening as you milk out the last of his semen. He watches the place where your bodies connect with intent, the thought of pulling out never quite crossing his mind. His gaze doesn’t so much as falter until you’re oozing his seed, his wildest dreams come true in vivid quality.

It’s only when he catches your eye in the mirror that he sees the trails of tears that stain your face, admires the way they catch the light when you shake your head, “No more, please stop, it’s too much…”

He hardens instantly.

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Sweet Dreams

(Obey Me) Belphegor x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: Late night texts lead to a spicy adventure in the attic. Who said night time was for sleeping?

WC: 1.8K

TW: Hard Dom Belphie, humiliation, degradation, name-calling, pillow humping, facial, dacryphilia, spit, demon dick anatomy

A/N: Hello! Here’s some mean Belphie to flutter your hearts. I love dom Belphie and while I do think he can be a soft sweetie, I CLEARLY love me some mean boys. Hope you like it! As always, likes and reblogs are heckin’ appreciated!

3:42 A.M.

Your D.D.D buzzed, waking you up. Cracking an eye open, you opened the message, ready to curse Mammon out if he and Asmo were drunk texting you again.

“Hey.”

Typical Belphie. How do you even respond to that? You closed your eyes again. Maybe if he texted more than one word you would –

*BZZ*

“I know you’re awake, MC”

You rolled your eyes. 

“What’s up Belphie? It’s 3 AM by the way. You of all people should be asleep right now.”

His response was immediate.

“Can’t sleep. Come to the attic.”

Your bed was so warm and comfortable. And he wanted you to walk all the way to the attic? He really was insane.

Another text came in.

“Please?”

You groaned, pulling yourself away from the soft comforter and pillows. Normally, you would have just ignored him until he fell asleep but you were a sucker for soft Belphie, the side he rarely showed anyone but Beel and you. With Beel being out for a tournament, you knew he was probably struggling with being alone.

You silently crept to the attic, knowing the brothers would throw a fit if they knew you were sneaking into Belphie’s room at night.

You knocked quietly on the heavy attic door and Belphie opened it with a sleepy smirk. His navy hair was tousled and he looked so smug for getting you to come to his room in the middle of the night. Stupid handsome bastard.

“I’m here Belph. What do you want?”, you yawned. He tugged you in the room, locking the door behind you.

 You laid in his bed, pulling his cow print pillow to your chest as you tried to get comfortable, expecting him to curl up next to you to sleep. A few moments passed and you peeked over at him, still standing by the door staring at you.

You weren’t planning on seeing anyone in the middle of the night so you were just wearing a pair of tiny pink shorts and a tank top. You felt his eyes roaming over your skin, and you pulled the sheets around you.

“Don’t tell me you just brought me here because you’re horny.” You muttered, glaring at him. You weren’t opposed to hooking up but playing the soft, lonely demon card? 

He grinned, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“What if I did? You gonna complain about it, little human?” He murmured, moving so he was standing in front of you. You had to crane your neck to look in his eyes and you had a feeling he relished looking down on you like this. 

You couldn’t deny you were turned on. Belphie had a way of commanding the situation when you were alone and though he appeared to be the sarcastic sleepy brother, you knew behind closed doors he would have you on your knees, begging for him.

But, you were still kind of pissed at being woken up. So, you decided to tease him.

“Belphie, I’m sleeeeeepy. I came here to sleep.” You whined, making a show of turning around and cuddling his pillow. You knew your shorts were riding up on your thighs, hugging the curves of your ass and you wrapped your leg around the pillow.

“Better bite the pillow.” He said quickly before smacking your ass, HARD. You yelped, shoving the pillow over your mouth so as to not wake anyone.

“Belphie, what the fuck?!” You angrily whisper-shouted at him, as your body wiggled in an attempt to soothe the stinging pain. He laughed, and tugged you around so you were facing him.

“Keep acting like a brat. I can do this all night.” His amethyst eyes glinted sadistically. You pouted, but stayed quiet.

“You gonna behave?” He asked, tilting your chin so you looked up at him. Fuck, you looked so good like this. You were feisty and fiery, a general pain in the ass all the time, so knowing he could make you submit to him stroked his ego immensely. 

You nodded, still pouting and he chuckled.

“Open.”

Immediately, your mouth opened and he let a glob of spit fall from his mouth on your tongue. You opened your mouth to show him your tongue for approval. He gave a short nod and you swallowed.

“Good little human.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't keep from pressing your thighs together. As much as you wanted to pretend you were in control, you were playing a game with a literal demon. 

"I can smell your arousal. Fuck, I'm amazed my brothers haven't come up here since you're dripping like a whore. Just because I spit in your mouth?" Belphie taunted. Your eyes narrowed and you bit your lip, before looking away.

He gripped your hair, tugging it tightly. His eyes bore into your soul.

"You wanna act like a brat? I had plans to fuck you till you cried from pleasure. And yet, you seem to just want to be punished." 

He looked at the pillow that you had left tangled in his bedsheets, the pillow you had stretched your body over, taunting him. A wicked idea formed in his mind.

"You know what happens to brats like you?" He asked, yanking you to the floor. You looked up at him questioningly, a little scared but very turned on.

"Answer me, slutty human."

"N-no...I don't know." You said tentatively. He chuckled darkly.

"Naughty little brats don't get to cum on my cock. Fuck, naughty little brats may not get to cum at all."

You let out a whine, frustrated at this turn of events.

"You wanna cum? Get on your knees. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll take pity on your pathetic slutty pussy."

He pulled his cock out, slapping it against your cheek as he laughed. His cock was long and ridged, with a flared tip. Demon cocks, unlike human's, were made to fuck and breed, and you were spoiled having spent so long in the Devildom.

You parted your lips, as he slapped his member on your drooling tongue, before taking it deep into your mouth. His hands tangled in your hair as he fucked your face.

"Fuck, that's it slut. Take me down your throat. Just like that." 

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you forced more of him down. Your jaw already ached but you kept your mouth wide, struggling not to gag on his length as his heavy balls smacked your chin. You squeezed your legs together, hoping he would take pity on you.

"Poor little human, desperate to get off. You want to ride my cock?" He asked, pulling you off his cock harshly. Strings of saliva connected the two of you. You gasped, gulping air down as you nodded.

He grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it at you.

"Too bad. Use this. Put on a good show, and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Your face burned with embarrassment.

“You can’t be serious.” You looked up at him. He moved his face right in front of yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your cheek as he squeezed your face, so tightly it hurt.

“Wanna find out?”

He let go of your cheeks and shoved you back to the floor. Your eyes watered with embarrassment, shame, and yet you were so fucking turned on, you knew you would be leaving a wet patch on his pillow.

You straddled the body pillow and the slight friction of the pillow against your cunt made you whimper. You squeezed the pillow tightly between your thighs, slowly riding it, pathetic mewls falling from your mouth. You closed your eyes, trying to pretend you were in your room and not being scrutinized by the sadistic seventh-born.

“Eyes on me whore. And don’t you dare think about cumming without permission.” He smirked. You looked up at him as tears spilled down your cheeks. You wanted so badly to grind yourself on the pillow until you creamed all over it but you knew he would find more humiliating ways to torment you if you dared.

“Take off your shirt. Don’t know why the fuck you’re wearing it anyway. You’re just a fucktoy for me to use. Isn’t that right, little human?” He laughed as he sat back in a chair, watching you perform for him. He slowly palmed his cock as you pulled off your tank top, the cold air causing your nipples to harden.

“Pinch them, show me how much of a slut you are. Show me why I should even bother with you.” His hand tightened on his cock.

You wrapped your legs around the pillow tighter to hold it in just the right spot as you tugged and pinched at your breasts. Your soft moans filled the room and you knew you couldn’t last much longer like this.

“Please Belphie, c-can’t hold it in...please fuck me.” You sobbed out, your muscles tensing as you rubbed your clit against the black and white fabric. You could feel the wetness of the pillow against your thighs and knowing that your slick would be embedded in it turned you on even more.

“You can beg better than that, can’t you slut?” Belphie chuckled again, but you could see his grip tightened around the base of his cock and he was jerking himself off faster. 

“Fuck...please, please let me cum. Want to cum for you, want to be your slutty fucktoy. Wanna be good for you.” You cried, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood.

“Cum.” he panted out.

Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around the soaking pillow. Your legs were squeezing it so tightly you knew you would be sore tomorrow, and you drooled out a mixture of curses and Belphie’s name as you came down from your high.

Suddenly Belphie let out a low groan and your face was hit with an explosion of warm, sticky cum. You slammed your eyes shut as he pumped load after load onto your skin. His seed spilled down your chin and dripped over your breasts.

‘Fuck, fuck MC. Fuck, I’m sorry!” Belphie breathed out, half laughing while attempting to catch his breath. You leaned back on the bed, trying to avoid getting it in your eye.

“You’re such an ass Belphie.” You whined, pouting as he cleaned you up with a towel.

After cleaning up, the two of you lay back in the bed, his head nuzzled into your chest. You ran your fingers through his dark hair humming softly.

“Hey MC.” He whispered.

“Hey yourself.” You whispered back.

The room was silent and you thought he fell asleep finally. You closed your eyes. Finally, his voice broke the calm silence.

“My pillow is gonna smell like you FOREVER.”

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Sohn Youngjae/Eric - Spoiled

prince! Eric x fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex

This was supposed to be part of a different fic series starring Eric, Juyeon and OC/Reader. I altered it to be a standalone for now, cause I'm not too happy with how the other parts turned out. But we'll see.

It's the week after his 20th birthday and the Prince's schedule had been hectic. He was now burdened with even more responsibilities and training to prepare him for the day where he will bear the King's crown, and continue his father's legacy. Of course. he understood the importance of it all, but right now he just wanted to collapse into bed and avoid everyone for a while.

He had just finished sitting in on a meeting with the board of school directors, where they drilled him incessantly with questions on how he would improve the education system. He quickly strolled away from the meeting room, hoping to leave before anyone could try to talk to him. When he was sufficiently far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and shuffled towards his bedroom.

He threw the door open and slammed it shut once he was inside, faceplanting into bed and tried to take a nap. A soft knock on the door caused him to let out a strangled scream. Why couldn't they just let him rest? He was close to tearing his hair out when he heard a familiar voice through the door. "Eric, sweetheart, are you alright? If it's not too much trouble can I come in?" You asked gently. Eric weakly called out a 'yes' and soon you were in his room, smiling pitifully at him. You walked over to the bed and sat next to him, whose face was still buried in his pillows. You caressed his blonde hair reassuringly, and he leaned into your touch, appreciating the comfort it brought him. "Poor baby, they're working you to death already, aren't they?" Eric mumbled something in response, being lulled to sleep from your soothing touch. You laughed softly, cooing internally at how cute he looked when he was sleepy. "You'll need to change into some comfy clothes, and then you can take a nap, baby."

You got up and rummaged through his closet, finding an oversized, low-cut baby blue sweater, and a pair of plaid shorts and brought them over to the bed. With a lot of whining from Eric, you managed to coax him into a sitting position, where you helped him change out of his formal day attire, which was a crisp white button-up, black tie and slacks, with a black sash across his torso. The poor boy was nodding off the whole time he was helped out of his clothes, curling up into a fetal position on the bed when they were done. Chuckling to yourself, you picked up all his clothes and put them in the laundry basket before returning to his bedside. Eric whined and made grabby hands at you to join him in his nap, needing your presence to soothe him. And who were you to refuse such a favor from your favorite boy? You kicked off your heels and slid into bed, drawing the covers around you both as you continued to run your fingers through his soft blonde locks. Appreciating the warmth, Eric cuddled closer and was soon sound asleep.

-

Eric blinked blearily. The room was tinted orange from the last few rays of the sun. He had slept through afternoon tea and probably dinner as well. He was still drowsy from the warmth around him, which was your embrace. You were still sound asleep, chest rising and falling steadily before Eric's face. Your lilac sundress had slipped down slightly, revealing your cleavage and he couldn't help but stare. Just a few days ago, he'd had the pleasure of seeing and feeling your body, an indulgent treat you and Juyeon hyung had planned for his 20th birthday. He felt himself hardening as the memories of that night came flooding back. It would be a lie to say he hadn't thought about it over and over again the past few nights, but all three of you had been too busy that week, to meet up and relive that experience. The tip of his hardening length grazed against your thigh, causing him to whimper at the feeling. He deliberated whether he should wake you up and ask for help with his situation. As he went over it in his mind, he subconsciously began grinding against your thigh, the delicious friction of his dick against his shorts. Biting his lip, he struggled to keep his low whines in. He was too far gone by now, shutting his eyes and pleasuring himself.

So far gone that he did not notice you awake from her nap and watch him get himself off by humping her leg like a puppy. "Enjoying yourself there, sweetheart?" Eric gasped and froze in horror, not daring to open his eyes. He felt your warm hand caress his face and touch his lips. You slipped your thumb between his lips and he willingly sucked on it, opening his eyes slowly. You looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "If you wanted my help, all you needed to do was ask. I'll give it to you anytime you want, baby boy." Eric moaned around the finger in his mouth and you replaced it with your tongue. You sloppily made out until-

"Please," he gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me noona I need it so bad" he begged, with another rut of his hips against yours. A dark wet spot had now formed in the front of his shorts from all the leaking precum. "I'll take care of you, just try to relax, okay?" You assured him as You began stripping off your dress and helped Eric out of his clothes. Once they were both fully naked, Eric leaned back on the pillows against the headboard, his cock red and erect, leaking precum all over his belly. His eyes transfixed onto You, who crawled up to bed to lean over him, and grasped his chin to connect their lips in another searing kiss. His hips bucked upwards, desperate for some relief. You settled next to him, reaching out a hand to stroke his shaft, prompting more precum to dribble from his swollen tip. You collected the sticky fluid with your fingertip and spread it all over his shaft and balls and began to pump his cock slightly faster. Eric let out a hoarse moan, hips thrusting in time with your strokes. You pulled his face close, burying it in your cleavage. Eric took it as a sign to kiss all over your chest, finally zero-ing in on a pierced nipple, sucking hard and giving it kitten licks. He moved on to your other nipple, this time giving it hard flicks with his tongue and gentle playful bites on and around it.

You hummed in pleasure as he toyed with your breasts, speeding up the hand on his cock, twisting and tugging at it as well. With one hard tug, Eric shot his cum over both of you, some of it even reaching his lips. You didn't stop pumping him, and he was hard again in seconds. However, the overstimulation was too much for the prince. He gasped to catch his breath, trying to pull your wrist away, but you would not let up. You simply licked the cum off his lips and continued stroking him with a mischievous smile. You gave a long, deliberate stroke from base to tip and suddenly pulled away, leaving Eric groaning at the loss of friction. You pushed him down with your clean hand to lie down comfortably as you straddled him. Your cum-splattered hand was rubbing your pussy, your own juices mixing with his. You moaned as you thumbed your clit, your other fingers inside your folds, spreading yourself open. You dove down for a quick, sweet kiss to the blonde's lips and positioned yourself above his twitching cock.

You guided his tip towards your folds, and rubbed your clit on it, causing Eric to flinch. You put his tip into your entrance, and without warning, fully seated yourself on his cock, feeling his balls against your ass. Both of you let out pained moans; Eric from feeling his length suddenly surrounded by tight, wet heat; you, from taking all of Eric without preparation. Eric wasn't as big as Juyeon, but he was still a decent size. You let out a breathless laugh. "I can feel you throbbing inside me baby." Once you had gotten used to the feeling, you leaned forward to better leverage yourself to ride him. You lifted your hips up, leaving only his tip in your pussy, only to slam yourself back down. Both of you moaned in time as You repeated your actions. Slowly, you reduced your speed, but maintained the force. Your tits bounced deliciously with each thrust and Eric was fully enjoying the view. He had one hand on one of your breasts, and the other grabbing your ass, gripping it tight whenever you clenched around him.

"Noona, noona fuck I'm so close," Eric groaned. You leaned in to kiss him, whispering "Cum with me, baby." You wrapped a hand around his throat and rode him faster, chasing their orgasms. The blonde moaned shamelessly every time You tightened your grip around his throat, his hands gripping your waist so hard that You knew it was going to bruise tomorrow. You felt his hips stuttering as he thrust upwards, meeting your halfway as you impaled yourself on his cock over and over again, feeling it abuse your g-spot. You kept your eyes locked on Eric, appreciating how beautifully fucked out he looked. Sweaty blonde hair askew, lips pink and raw from being kissed and bitten, drooling dumbly, moaning like a whore, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You even took the time to admire how your rings glittered against his tanned throat. You choked him harder and harder until you felt his breath hitch, cheeks flushing dark red. Suddenly you felt him grab your hips and pull you impossibly closer, burying himself in your heat as he choked out a silent scream, filling your pussy with hot thick cum. You felt his cock twitch inside your as it spurted out more cum, and You instinctively clenched around him to keep as much of it inside you.

Eric let out a string of broken moans, begging you to stop once you withdrew your hand from his throat. He could not handle the overstimulation but you continued to grind yourself onto his softening cock, opting to finish yourself by rubbing and pinching your clit, and whispering praises to him, telling him what a good boy he was being, and how good he was making you feel. The boy sobbed, grabbing at the sheets to steady himself as you drew closer to your orgasm, a final tug at your clit sending your over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as you wrenched yourself off Eric's now soft cock, thighs trembling as a mixture of both of your cum dripped from your abused hole. You fall forward, resting your cheek on his shoulder, both of you breathing in time trying to catch their breath. Eric's hands came up to rest on the small of your back, gently caressing your skin as a way of thanks as they lay there for a while, being lulled to sleep from pure exhaustion and satisfaction.

The prince was soon fast asleep, and you giggled at the sight of him peacefully snoring away. You carefully extracted yourself from his embrace and stumbled your way to his bathroom, legs feeling like jelly from your escapades. You wet a towel and began cleaning you both off, Eric humming in his sleep at the feeling of the warm cloth on his skin. Once you were done, you grabbed a large, dry towel and spread it out on the bed, not willing to risk waking the prince up to change the sheets. Instead, You carefully rolled him to the side, for he was completely fast asleep by then. Once the towel was laid to cover the wet spots, you moved him into a more comfortable position and pulled him into your embrace. Smiling slightly in his sleep, Eric snuggled closer to his favourite noona and soon you joined him in the most comfortable sleep either of you had had all week.

Call Girl.

for you Zbops... anything

part one   part two

Endevour x camgirl!Reader

wanrings: sugar daddy, sex, Mentions of drug use, choking, jealousy,  Daddy kink, mentions of cam girls and sex work. 

word count: 1,800 (about)

summary: idk this is weird and horny and doesn’t have a plot. 

“(y/n) please? Endeavor likes you he’s not going to be mean if you’re there,” Keigo whined tugging at your sleeve. You shook him off. It was true that ever since you started fucking Endeavor, he was a little bit nicer to your boss. Or to put it more accurately, he hurried your boss out of the office so the two of you could have fun. This new development certainly made your life more interesting. It added a new thrill to your live shows to know that the number one hero was watching along with all the normal people. 

Your bank account was also taking a boost from this new relationship. You had been worried Enji would try to strong-arm you into giving him more content for free. But no, Endeavor was more than happy to pay for all sorts of premium content on the side as well as compensating you for the in person time you spent together. It was almost enough money to quit your day job with Hawks and become a full time play thing for the older richer man.

“Sorry Hawks but I’m already busy tonight cleaning up after you so you’ll have to go with out me,” you huffed making him pout. “But by all means send my love to Endeavor if you think that will make him nicer somehow,” you added already imagining how that would play out. 

“There’s no way you can reschedule?” he asked for the hundredth time. a couple of photographers got a less than flattering picture of Hawks smoking a joint and if you didn’t wrangle that picture out of their cold dead hands it was your ass on the line. 

“this is an emergency Keigo, you can stand one meeting with the man now go, before you’re late,” you said shoving him out of the window, a horrible thing to do to any one except the winged hero himself. 

Endeavor did nothing to hide his disappointment when he saw you weren’t with Hawks. What was the point of dealing with the annoying blonde If you weren’t with him?

“don’t pout old man She wanted to come promise. Even told me to give you a big kiss for her,”

“Sit down,” he snapped rolling his eyes. You had been such a tease all day long, with not only a constant stream of revealing photos on your onlyfans and premium snap chat. but the personal texts about how much you missed him for the past few days where what really got to him. 

“So how long have you been fucking my secretary?” hawks asked stopping him in his tracks

“I’m married, I’m not sleeping with anyone.” Endeavor shot back. Hawks rolled his eyes

“You don’t have to lie to me, I get it. You like her because she’s hot and she likes you because of Daddy issues I just want to know if you’re like exclusive or if I still have a shot with her-”

A hot wave of jealousy hit him. He’d never felt bothered by the fact that other men were looking at you and fantasied about you but some how if it was Hawks it would be too far. 

“Do what you want with your slutty PA, I don’t touch her.” 

“Bull shit, every time we have a meeting you rush me out so you can get your nasty hands on her and you leave marks you know that? you could at least be gentle with her, Dude,” Hawks chided. He had known he’d left bruises. He liked seeing the jealous comments asking whose hand was branded on your thighs. He just hadn’t known Hawks had noticed too. He was always under estimating the number two.  

“So what if I am?” he asked. “what difference does it make to you?”

“Like I said I want to know if I have a shot with her,”

“you don’t,”

“You think so? I think I’ve got a chance if she likes Heroes,” Endeavor was going to kill him. 

You groaned leaving the restaurant. You had succeeded, but It had taken a lot out of you. You wanted to go home but as you checked your phone you saw Endeavor texted you. 

Hawks said you’d be out tonight. Come over to my office once you’re done. I don’t care how late it is. 

you smiled, you could use some stress relief right about now

on my way

Just a few moments later you were knocking on his office door. You wondered if he would be needy, something must be up, he’s never demaned you came over like this, sex was more of a heat of the moment thing. 

“Come in,” he barked.  You hadn’t even closed the door behind you before Enji was marching over to you. 

“You kept me waiting,” he growled and lifted you off the ground as easily as if you weighed nothing at all. His strength amazed you sometimes. You weren’t the lightest girl in the world but he had no trouble as he dropped you on his oak desk.

He grabbed your jaw roughly and shoved his tounge in your mouth his other hand already reaching to remove your blouse. The flames of his beard tickled your jaw as he mauled your mouth. They weren’t hot enough to burn, just warm enough to heat up your face while he trailed kisses over your body. 

Endevour had never been perticularly gentile with you per say, but now he was being especially rough. While he normally was carful not to rip your clothing so you could leave just as put together as you came in, this time he didn’t sem to care at all. Buttons flew as he tugged off your shirt and you heard ripping sounds as he unclasped your bra

“E-Enji,” you gasped as his teeth grazed the pulse point of your neck. He ignored you and kept biting down your neck. 

“you have no idea how badly I need you” he growled gnawing at your skin, He pried one of your hands off of his chest and pushed it between his legs letting you feel how much he needed you. 

You looked down and saw his aching cock through his impossibly tight hero costume, you could almost make out the veins through the taught fabric. you flattened your palm against his shaft slowly masaging his cock while he continued his assault on your torso. 

His large hands easily cupped your breasts kneading the globes of flesh roughly. He pushed you down laying your back against the desk. Enji grabbed you by the knees and pushed your legs apart forcing your skirt up around your waist. he jerked you down pressing your clothed cunt to his cock. 

His body covered yours easily as he leaned down kissing you agian, this time his lips landing on your chest, peppering your tits with marks. Enji loved his hickeys loved claiming you. if you were being honest. you liked it too. In a weird way it made you feel special. 

His hips rutted against your slowly humping your clothed sex. Both of you groaned at the friction. His hand snaked up tangling in your hair and yanking back. You cried out in pleasure as pain ripped through your scalp. You clawed at his shoulders encouraging his actions. 

“Mine,” He growled “look at me you are mine,” he stated firmly tugging on your hair again. his eyes were bright with fury.

“I don’t care how much that bird-brained fuck offers to pay you I’ll tripple it, this pussy is mine and If Hawks tries to touch you I’ll rip his head off.” He rolled his hips agian and your cunt clenched. you felt so empty, you struggled against his grasp to no avail, you desperately wanted him to fuck you already. 

“I-I don’t want to fuck Keigo,” you whimpered back in response. He pulled back ripping off your underwear before reaching to rip off his own under garments

“After tonight you won’t want anyone else,”

His cock was proportional,  just as large and intimidating as the rest of him. 

“Do you need to be stretched or are you still fucked loose from last night?” He purred teasing the head against your clit. Last night you’d done a stream again with the novelty Endeavor themed dildo and you knew no amout of stretching was going to stop this from hurting, but you welcomed the pain. 

“Just fuck me already, please Daddy I need it so much,” you moaned spreading your legs as far as you could while he was gripping your legs.  He smirked and pushed in. 

He didn’t bother going slow, you didn’t need slow pampering, you needed friction if you were going to feel better. The moment he was fully sheathed inside of you he pulled back thrusting in again.

“His pathetic prick couldn’t even compare, I wonder if you’d even feel him your cunt’s so stretched to the shape of my cock,” he growled in your ear. your eyes rolled back in your head as he pounded into, gutteral moans being pulled from your throat. The streach of his cock burned, but slowly the ache turned to pleasure as your doughy walls relaxed, and more slick coated his cock. 

“f-faster Daddy please,” you moaned. He complied shaking the desk with each rock of his hips. 

He took your cheeks in his hands tugging your face up to his level so he could bite your jaw. He let out a low groan against you skin. He was close, you could feel it. 

“Fuck I’m going to cum,”  you moaned knowing he wouldn’t be far behind. His Hand dropped to your neck cutting off your airflow. 

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, I want to feel you cream on my cock,” he growled

“you- you too, I want you to cum to,” you moaned your body spasming under his muscular frame. 

“I’ll cum when I’m damn ready slut, Just do what you’re told,” He spat.  His cock hit your g-spot making you see stars. 

“there’s my good girl,” he praised, he gripped your hips and started moving your body for you, using you like a doll as he chased his own release. 

“you’re sweet cunt is perfect for me baby, and only me,” he growled. His hips snapped forward burrying himself inside of you, his cock throbbing with release. 

“There, now you’re insides are claimed too, so you better not forget who you belong too,” he growled relaxing his grip on your neck, you slumped back on the desk, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. he pulled out and a river of semen spurted out of you. You had teased him about how much he came in the first private show, but it was always wild to see it in person.

“You sure know how to make a mess,” you teased grabbing a tissue to clean yourself up.

“It’s not a mess it’s a reminder,” he purred kissing your forehead. 

“Yeah now I’ll never forget who’s my daddy,”

<< even if Helmut Zemo hungered for your lips as if he hadn't tasted them before, it wasn't the first time his tongue had slipped into your mouth.

it was as sloppy as any first kiss, but you can still smell the wild daffodils you received on your thirteenth birthday. it wasn't him that had picked them, but Hans, friend, and cook's (your father's) helper. Helmut couldn't meet the two of you just before dawn and by the time you arrived, the two of you were already laying on the grass and eating the last of your cake. when Hans, seeing how messy you've been, clean your mouth with his finger. you, thinking nothing of it, licked the whipped cream off of it. however, Helmut couldn't stop thinking about it. he slapped his hand away the second time he tried touching your mouth.

'your hands are dirty,' he explained away his reaction. then you asked where on your face the cream was now. Hans wasn't allowed to reach out his hand, so he answered 'corner of your mouth, piggy.' Helmut had extended his own hand, but you slapped it away: 'your hands are dirty, too,' you teased. 'your hands are the dirtiest,' he replied and stopped you from whipping yourself with the sleeve of your dress. then, it happed: your first kiss.

his lips were at the corner of yours at first. his tongue was next, cleaning you up. when you started to giggle, shoving his shoulders away with no real force, he covered your mouth entirely with his and shoving you on your back with plenty of force. Hans saw it as his time to deny Helmut contact with your mouth. 'a piggy's never clean, so don't even try.'

as soon as his hand made contact with his shoulder, Hans was met with an elbow in the ribs. you were still dizzy from the lack of air and tingly from his touch when you witnessed one of your friends knocking the air out of the other's lungs. you called him out on it, moving from under him to check on the wounded. 'that's not very sportsmanlike,' Hans tried to laugh. 'what would you know about wrestling? you're a kitchen boy,' Helmut said seriously.

you couldn't see it then, not even when they shook hands after you used the pretext of it being your birthday to order the baron's son around: Helmut had squeezed his hand a little too hard and held you a little too close for the rest of the evening.

your second kiss wouldn't come until years later, in the library you've snuck into for the thousandth time. it was just as wet as the first, but it was anything but sloppy. his tongue was trained as it tangled with yours and it made you tingle all over. your hands were sinking into his shoulders instead of pushing them away. your thighs squeezed around the one between your legs as he squeezed your throat and stroked your thrumming pulse. the smell of daffodils faded and the smell of tobacco and schnapps took over your senses.

when you pulled apart for air, you breathed each other, lips licked by a thin string of saliva. Helmut's forehead rested against yours. 'Hans never got to clean this piggy,' his tongued licked the seems for your mouth and he said: 'did he?'

you were not just dizzy this time around, you were out of your mind. there was nothing but a mist in front of your eyes, a fire in your womb, and his strong hand secured around your throat. 'what?'

'my lord,' a third voice startled the two of you, but Helmut continued to hold onto you, his hands wrapped around your bare shoulders to shield you from-

'oeznik, what is it?'

'my lord, I hate to intrude, but,' he whispered, opening the fake bookcase wider. 'your father is on his way here with baron Strucker.'

'you'd think my own father would consider my engagement a holiday,' he sighed as he led you closer to the secret staircase. 'yet he's still working after hours.'

'i wouldn't,' you held onto his hand, your legs bucking and your heart pounding. 'remember when he had you locked in his lab until midnight on your eighteenth birthday?'

'how could i forget?' he squeezed your hand as you followed oeznik and the light from his lantern. 'you tried sneaking in with strudel and milk and spilled most if it on these stairs. didn't you fall on your ass while heading back, too?'

'i had no hands left to holding a lantern, okay?' you jabbed his side as he snickered not unlike he did back then after hearing the tale of you tumbling down the stairs.

'hush, they'll hear us,' you giggled. when he wrapped his hand around your shoulders again, you knew you had to leave him. oeznik was checking the corridor for guards as the two of them searched for the other in the dark.

'i'll send oeznik with details of where and when we can meet next,' he whispered against your lips. 'good night.'

you missed him before he ended the kiss and you parted ways. you missed him as you tiptoed past your sleeping parents and into your creaky old bed. you missed him as you tried not to make it shake when you humped your pillow with his smell still in your nostrils. but you missed him the most as reality set itself in after you awakened from your dream: you're his now, but he'll never be yours.

I Know Where Tonight is Going

AN: Ya seeee it’s been forever since I written on Cal and Claudia. But hopefully it was worth the wait. Big thank you to @d-oaks​ for beta reading and editing.

Requested?: Yesss by my bby @myloverboyash​:  You dont show up on my dash anymore so I didnt see this til now but 44 with Calum! 💜🥰 [”Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”]

Warnings: shmooooot and a hospital scene

Word Count: 4.6k words

Claudia refreshed twitter as she made her way up the steps to Calum's house. It's been over a month, yet Twitter is still in a frenzy over pictures of Calum and Claudia leaving Bad Bunny's YHLQMDLG release party. The pictures were similar to the ones from the G'Day USA Gala.

They were caught leaving the hotel where the gala was held. They left right after Calum cut the cake Mitchy ordered because Claudia had an assignment due before midnight and couldn't connect her laptop to the hotel's wifi, and her hotspot was being wonky. They were walking hand in hand to his car. They were being playful in the rain. Claudia hiked up her dress and splashed in a few puddles with her trusty Doc Martens. Calum approached her and pulled her close to him. They kissed briefly before he hoisted her over his shoulder and helped her into his car.

Somehow a paparazzo was able to sneak into the hotel's parking lot and managed to record a video of the whole thing. They were even able to zoom in when they were kissing. Her face was hidden because she wore Calum's hoodie.

A lot of fans were making up theories of who the 'hooded girl' was. Some were able to connect the dots that she was the same girl Calum left with at Taylor Swift's birthday party. Some were investigating all the pictures of the hotel 'party', but they came up empty because Claudia always knew when to get out of frame like when he was on tour while Andy recorded.

When the Miami pictures were released, Calum's fans got annoyed once more because the paps only managed to get Claudia's backside. Claudia and Calum found it funny that they didn’t notice it was Claudia. She had posted a video of herself and Gaby, Bad Bunny's girlfriend, singing along to Becky G on her Instagram story. Then Gaby posted a video of Claudia dancing on her lap, showing off the same backside the paps got. 

She locked her phone and knocked on Calum's door. She heard Calum shush Duke before he opened the door. Claudia was going to greet him, but she saw that he was on the phone. So she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she walked past him, he gave her ass a rough smack. 

“Ashton, Claudia’s here. We’ll see you later.” He said. He hung up without waiting for Ashton to respond. 

Claudia immediately wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you." She said softly. 

For the past two weeks Calum had been in Europe for  promo for the album that was coming out in a few hours. He was so jetlagged that didn't even remember that the album was going to drop in a few hours until Ashton reminded him of the album release party that management planned. He flew in last night, but Claudia was studying for midterms and finishing an important paper for her research methods class. He decided not to pay her a visit. 

"Missed you too." He mumbled on her lips, "How was your midterm?"

"Good, I'm mostly done with the others too. I didn't finish editing my paper last morning— more like this morning," she giggled. "So I'm going to finish it later. What time do we have to be at the venue?"

"Around eight." 

"Oh, that gives me time to nap before finishing my paper." She said to herself. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Nap with me?"

"Of course." Calum nodded. He leaned forward and kissed her. 

He helped carry her things to his room. 

Calum subconsciously made room for her at his place. In January, he emptied a drawer for her to put some leggings or jeans for when she slept over, so she can change into something there instead of driving to her place to get ready. His argument that she could sleep an extra ten minutes before leaving. 

Now he made room in the closet for her. He cleared a shelf in there for her to store her things like her overnight bag and backpack. He hung the black bag that held her dress next to his suit. He looked back and made sure she was in bed before he tried getting a peek of her dress. All he knew was that Soni had altered the prom dress Claudia wore her senior year. 

"Cal, get in bed. You'll see the dress later." Claudia yelled from his bed.

She was in one of his shirts and a pair of bright red Calvins. He took off his shirt and tossed them to the end of bed. He climbed in and laid next to her on his side.  

Claudia laid her head on his arm,  earning a groan from him.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” She asked, lifting her head off his arm. 

“No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

"What were you doing?"

"What I always do when I can't see you." He shrugged. It took him a second to realize how that sounded. He quickly added, "I worked out."

"Ah ha," she agreed skeptically. 

She pushed him on his back and attached herself to his side. Her head on his chest while her arm hugged his stomach and one of her legs was wedged between his. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her head, so he could play with her hair until she fell asleep. 

Calum woke up an hour into their nap. Claudia was still fast asleep at his side, so he decided to order lunch for them. Without much movement, because the slightest shift would wake her, he grabbed his phone to order their go-to orders from Sam Miguel's. 

Claudia stirred, adjusting her grip on Calum. Her hips moving ever so slightly against his thigh. She let out a breathless moan. Her face scrunched up, her mouth slightly opened as another moan escaped her lips. Calum felt a wet spot forming where she was rubbing herself against his thigh.

Unsure what she was dreaming about, Calum decided to wake her. 

"Claudia?" he gently shook her shoulder. 

"Hi," she said into his chest. She kissed the tattoo on his stomach before she sat up and stretched. "Why'd you wake me?"

"You pulled a Petunia and dry humped my leg." 

"I did no such thing."

"I'm sure your panties say otherwise." He smirked.

Claudia dropped her shoulders in defeat. "I thought it was just in my dream."

"What do you mean?" Calum asked her. He pulled her over so she straddled him.

"This is so embarrassing," she giggled to herself. She hid her face into his chest.

"Claudia, this is a judgment free place."

"I know," she sat herself back up and met his eyes. She toyed with his necklace before speaking again. "When you were playing with my hair, Ithoughtaboutridingyourfacethatresultedinasexydream."

"What? I didn't hear the last part." He had; he just wasn't sure she said what she said.

"I said I thought about riding your face that resulted in a sexy dream." 

"How?"

"Since you're sore, I was gonna ask you if I could… you know… ride you. But it got me thinking how much I missed your mouth and stuff." 

"Let's do it." Calum said too enthusiastically.

"Now?" 

He nodded eagerly. 

"I'm down to try it, but I wanna wear something sexy. I'm literally in your shirt and some boring panties." 

"As much as I love all your lingerie, nothing gets me more turned on than seeing you in my clothes. You have so many options, and you choose one of my ratty t-shirts. I don't know, it makes me feel special."

"You really want me to ride your face, huh." She giggled. "Fine."

Claudia leaned down and captured his lips. They kissed until Calum got restless. She pulled away and made her way forward.

Claudia settled above his face, holding onto the headboard as he looked up at her from between your legs with the most loving eyes.  He leaned upward, his tongue ghosting over her clothed core as he tapped the growing wet spot. She dipped her hips closer to his face, pressing her dripping core against him.

She didn't notice his fingers moved her panties out of the way, until he dipped his tongue into her.

Claudia moaned loudly, resting her head on her arm as she held onto the headboard. He brought one of his hands to her core and slipped his ring and middle finger in her. His other hand made her way to her breasts to play with her nipples.

Claudia threw her head back and moaned his name. 

“That's my pretty girl,” he groaned lowly. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, right there,” Claudia panted. She wiggled her hips on his face, riding his tongue as she came.  He sucked her clit through her high, something he's never done before, making her a moaning mess.

 “Holy shit, Cal,” she sighed breathlessly. She crab crawled back to straddle his lap.

“Told you Tumblr was right when they said I was the oral king.” He grinned proudly. 

“Don't ruin Tumblr for me."

Calum ignored her comment and pulled her down for another kiss. In a matter of seconds, Claudia wanted him again. 

“Someone’s ready for me,” he smirked as his thumb toyed with her clit.

"Shut up," she murmured against his lips. 

Having enough of his teasing touches, she sat up and slipped off her shirt and panties. Calum pushed down his sweats. Claudia climbed back to his lap and stroked him. She missed having him on her hand, feeling how hard and heavy she was able to get him. 

“Ready?” she asked. 

He nodded eagerly.

She lined herself up and coated him with her arousal. She took a deep breath and slid down his length. 

Calum moaned out, enjoying how tight she felt around him. His fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck,” he breathed, pressing his head back against the pillows as he tried to control his breathing. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

"I know." Claudia smirked at him, placing her hands on his chest. She slowly rode him, until she found a comfortable pace for them.

“Fuck, Calum,” She moaned, rolling her hips against his as he began to meet her thrustsl. His hands went to her ass as he controlled the pace Claudia rode him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You’re beautiful.”

“Fuck, Calum, you feel so good,” she whimpered, resting herself on his chest as she lazily rode him. He pulled her lips in a rough kiss, halting his movements as he pulled away.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"A little, but I wanna get us off." She said, trying her best not to yawn.

“Claudia, you’re practically falling asleep on my cock.” He said, twisting her soft curls. “We can do this another time.”

“But you didn’t cum.”

“It’s okay, you need your rest.” 

He tried lifting her off him, but Claudia whined. “I wanna stay like this. I like you inside me, makes me feel complete.”

Calum pulled the bed’s duvet over them. He continued playing with Claudia's hair, until she dozed off. Soon after Calum matched her breathing and fell into a deep slumber, forgetting about the lunch he ordered for them. 

***

They were running late. Mostly because of Claudia. She knew she was going to get it when she decided to wear only her lace teddy as she got ready and casually dropping her makeup brushes where Calum just happened to be looking. Neither were surprised when Claudia ended up on her knees with Calum in her mouth.

"Claudia fuck," Calum sighed, hearing her make choking sounds around his cock. 

She pulled him out of her mouth and laid her tongue flat on the tip. Then she slowly swirled her tongue around it. Her nails dug into his thighs once she slipped him back in her mouth, taking him inch by inch. 

"Claudia!" Calum moaned out as he came. Neither expecting him to cum so soon. Claudia kept going. She bobbed her head, swallowing every last drop of his release. 

Claudia pushed back and smiled at Calum. "Crossing that off the list."

"What?" Calum asked. He was still hazy from getting his soul sucked.

"I always wanted to suck your dick while you're wearing a suit." She shrugged. She got up from where she was kneeling and tossed the pillow she used for her knees back on the bed. 

"And you thought now of all times to do that."

"I felt bad that you didn't cum earlier, so I decided to make it up to you." She said as she touched up her lipstick.

"By first torturing me with lingerie?"

"Your dick got sucked, no?" she giggled. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "How was it?"

"Best head I've ever had." He said truthfully.

"Really?" she asked shyly.

Before Calum could answer his phone rang. 

"'Llo?" he answered.

"Where the fuck are you two?" Ashton yelled on the other side. 

"We're on our way." Calum said, laying back in bed. 

"You have fifteen minutes to get here or we're getting a new bass player." 

***

Calum leaned against the railing of the VIP area and overlooked the main dance floor. Claudia had her arms around her cousin as they danced with Gaby and Claudia Sulewski. He chuckled to himself, remembering how his Claudia and Claudia Sulewski made him and Fineas take a picture of them recreating the meme of the two Spider-Men pointing at each other.

He finished off his drink and drummed the railing before going back to the bar to get a refill. He ordered another beer and a water bottle for Claudia. As he waited for the drinks two men approached the bar.

"Did you see how the dress hugged her ass? You just know she likes it from behind." One of them said to the other.

"Yeah, but the skinny one next to her was hot too. The one you said seems high maintenance."

Calum immediately felt disgusted hearing them talk. He looked over to the bartender that was supposedly fixing his drink; they were leaning against the bar talking with one of the servers  that held an empty tray of food. 

"There she comes," one of them said. 

Calum looked forward to the giant mirror behind the alcohol shelves. The only person making their way to the bar was Claudia. He got up from his seat and went to her. 

"Hey!" She said linking her arm around his elbow. She looked up at him and her smile dropped. "What's wrong?"

"Those fucking shitheads were talking about you." He mumbled. 

"Oh them?" she subtly gestured to men at the bar that ogled her in plain sight. "Yeah they went up to me and la Güera when we were dancing, but we shooed them away. They're so creepy. Before they approached us, they just stared. Like what do they get out of that?"

"I can get security. They don't have the passes from management or the other executives. They're probably just influencers." He suggested. 

"Nah," She waved him off. 

Hand in hand they went back to the VIP area. Claudia went over to her cousin and the other girls. Vanessa, Claudia's cousin la Güera, is a YouTuber. Her and her best friend, Paulina, mostly run a makeup and beauty channel. 

Claudia doesn't watch her channel mainly because of Paulina. Since their freshman year of high school, they have had an underlying rivalry. They were in the same group. Paulina was even there at the baby shower a few weeks ago when Claudia dropped the bomb that Paco cheated on her. Actually she was the one that he hooked up with when he cheated, but that was a topic for another day. 

The pair of cousins weren't expecting to see each other at tonight's party. Vanessa wasn't at the baby shower, so she didn't know that Claudia was dating Calum Hood. When she showed up thanks to one of her sponsors that invited her to the party, she was pleasantly surprised to see her there. 

When Vanessa told Claudia that Paulina wasn't with her, Claudia nearly did a backflip out of excitement. She even asked Calum if she could bring her to the VIP area where they were. 

The evening wore on. Calum was ushered away to greet important people from the band's label. Every so often he would look over to Claudia making sure the creepy men didn’t get near her. As he made way back to the VIP area he got a text from Danny asking if he was with Claudia. He turned on his heel and went to the lobby where the music wasn't too loud to call him. 

"Hey," Danny answered after the second ring.

"What's up?" Calum said. He didn't know how he should talk to Danny since he and Claudia aren't on speaking terms after their fallout at his baby shower. The last thing he wanted to get in the middle of a fight with Danny and Claudia. From what Junior said, it was a place he would rather not be.

"Mede is in labor." He said frantically.

"Wha— how? Claudia said she's not due until late April."

"Her parents came over. Shit happened and now we're at the hospital."

"Fuck." Calum scratched his head. "Which hospital are you at?" 

"UCLA Medical Center."

"We'll be there in a bit."

"No, it's fine. It’s your album party. I just wanted you to tell Claudia.”

“No, we’ll be there." Calum said. By the tone, there was no way for Danny to disagree with him.

Calum hung up and seconds later he spotted Claudia coming from the entrance of the venue. Her ever present smile grew ten times more upon meeting Calum's gaze. She linked her elbow with his and pulled him back to the party.

"Hey, la Güera just left. You won't believe what she told me. Like I kinda expected it, but still I'm surprised. Of all people, she's—"

"Mede is in labor." Calum said, cutting her off. 

"What!"

***

Claudia was slipping on her Vans when Calum pulled up to the hospital. She was pretty sure she left them there a few weeks ago when Calum took her to an outdoor movie that resulted in them having sex in the backseat. 

She ran to Danny once they went to the maternity ward. With him still sitting, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"How are they?" She asked him.

Immediately Danny broke into a sob. He clung to her as he cried into her stomach. 

"I'm so fucking sorry, Claudia." He whispered. "I'm sorry for not protecting you, for being a shitty brother and for everything Paco said.

Claudia gently pushed him away, so she could sit next to him. She held his hands in hers, gently rubbing his knuckles with her thumbs like their mom would when they would cry. "Danny, I don't care about that. It's in the past. Right now we have to focus on Mede and the baby." She said softly. "How are they?"

"I don't know. When Deacon Pepe and Marcela showed up at our place, Mede almost had an anxiety attack." Danny took a deep breath before continuing. "We ordered take out and Marcela made a comment about Mede's eating habits and how spicy food isn't good for the baby. She got mad and then they argued. Mede fainted causing her water to break. Right now they're trying to stabilize her, so they can induce labor."

"Fuck," Calum mumbled. The twins looked up at him, earning a look from Claudia. He leaned over to Claudia. "Sorry. I'm gonna get a hoodie from the car." She nodded and pulled him for a quick peck. 

"Have you called mom and dad?" She asked him. 

"Yeah," he nodded. "They're on their way. Junior and Marlene too."

"¿Y Paco?" 

"What about him?"

"Have you called him?"

"No. We haven't talked in weeks." He confessed. "A few days after the baby shower we got into an argument. He said he didn't cheat."

"He didn't." Claudia said. Danny looked at her like she grew three heads. She dropped her shoulders. "Him y la Güera are talking. I ran into her earlier at the party. Anyways she told me everything. Paulina lied. She said that she tried a few times to get at him, but she never succeeded."

"You believe it?" He asked her quietly.

"Weirdly enough, I do." 

They stayed quiet. Danny curled up on the small couch and rested his head on her lap. She noticed his eyes get heavy when she started to play with his hair. She took off Calum's jacket and draped it over him like a blanket. 

"Daniel Santos?" A doctor announced minutes later.

Danny sat up when he heard his name. "That's me." 

He was shrugging off Calum's jacket as Medelyn's mom went up to the doctor, bombarding them with questions. 

"I'm sorry, I need to speak with the baby's father." the doctor told her.

"That's my daughter!" She yelled at the doctor. 

"Doña Marcela, estamos en un hospital no en un pinche mercado donde puede andar con su gritadera." Claudia snapped at her. 

Medelyn's mom gave her once over and went back to her husband. Medelyn's mom angrily watched Danny talk to the doctor.

"Who's the lady glaring at Danny?" Calum asked, walking to Claudia and handing her a pink tie dye hoodie. 

"Mede's mom, you missed the scene she tried to cause." She said slipping on the hoodie. She pulled up to her nose and smiled at him. "Smells like you."

"I practically doused it in my cologne and slept with it every night while I was in the UK." He said, pulling her close. 

Claudia draped her legs over his thighs and curled up at his chest. She watched Danny talk to Medelyn's parents. She assumed he was just repeating what the doctor told him. Then he made his way to Claudia and Calum.

"What happened?" Claudia asked him.

"They stabilized her and the baby and are getting her ready for a c-section." He told her. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. "I have to go in now. In two hours tops you're going to have another nephew."

"Can't wait. Hopefully the baby isn't ugly like you." Claudia teased. 

"Just wait until you two have kids. I just hope they get Cal's looks." 

"You think I'm attractive?" Calum smiled proudly.

"I mean you're not bad looking." 

***

Claudia dozed off while her and Calum waited for her parents. Remembering that he had to post something about the album he posted a series of pictures that were taken during the time the album was recorded. In the middle of the pictures he slipped one of him and Claudia FaceTiming while he was in the UK but tagged her podcast account. The last slide of the post was a video of him, Mali and Claudia's brothers taking shots on Thanksgiving. He captioned the post saying that he was very excited for CALM to be out. 

Almost an hour later Danny came out from the delivery room. Calum sat up straighter and nudged Claudia awake. He caught her when she rolled off the seats before face planting on the ground. He turned around and saw Medelyn's mom approach them. 

"They're both okay. The procedure went well. They're just checking Sebastian since he was born three weeks early, but they're good."

"Can we go see Medelyn?" asked Medelyn's mom.

"Yeah, two people at a time." Danny said. He turned to Claudia and Calum. "I'll take them then you two."

"Yeah, we'll wait." Claudia said. 

They went back to their seats. About half an hour later, Calum heard Diego and Soni's voices echo through the hallway. Seconds later they emerged with Junior tailing behind them. 

"¿Ya nació?" Soni asked them. 

"Yeah, Mede's parents are with them." Claudia nodded. 

"Mi'ja, baja los pies." Soni scolded, pushing Claudia's feet off the seats and sitting next to her. She looked over to her. "Es el vestido?"

"Yes." She nodded excitedly. She stood up, slipping off the hoodie she showed off the dress."Mira."

Ever since Claudia was little, Soni always altered her and hemmed her clothes. Mostly her jeans since she was tall for the 'regular' length but shorter than the 'long' length. Occasionally she'd make Claudia a dress for Christmas, but nothing like her prom dress.

When her and Calum went down to San Diego for the baby shower, she was going to dress shopping at some thrift shops in HillCrest for a dress for the album party. She told her mom that she wanted to wear the same color as her prom dress, and Soni convinced her not to because she was going to fix her prom dress. Claudia still didn’t know how she did it, but she loved her dress. It used to be a strapless trumpet dress with a lace cover around the shoulders. Soni added thin straps, managed to remove all the lace and the back part of the dress, therefore making it backless. What really was the cherry on top for Claudia was that Soni added a slit to the down mid thigh.

"Yo supe que se te iba ver bonito." Soni said, admiring how it looked on her daughter.

While Claudia showed her mom pictures of the party, Calum joined Diego and Junior. 

"I'm gonna go check in at the hotel, so Marlene and the kids can rest." Junior told his dad. 

"You guys can stay with me. I have a few guest rooms at my house." Calum offered. "There's enough for everyone."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, there's a room for you and Marlene then one for the kids." Calum nodded. He turned to Diego. "Even one for you and Soni."

"And one room for Claudia, right?"

***

Calum opened and closed the refrigerator, still not believing it was fully stocked. When he left for Europe it was empty, save for some frozen foods and drinks. He knew it was Claudia's doing. It would explain what she was doing when she came over the day before. Other than sending Calum to an early grave, by sending him pictures of herself in lingerie and videos touching herself on his bed.

He turned on his heel and went back to his room. He found Claudia staring at her phone. Her face was unreadable.

"Everything alright?" He asked when he sat next to her.

"Yeah, I just got an email from UCLA and I'm too scared to see if I got rejected from their graduate program." She handed him her phone. "Read it for me?"

"Yeah."

Claudia crawled onto his lap and watched as her phone loaded the email. 

"Your wifi sucks." Claudia mumbled as two minutes went by.

"Shut up." He mumbled.

Then the email loaded. Claudia hid herself into his chest and waited for Calum to read the email. She felt his hand wrap around his waist as he gently rubbed her back. 

He stopped rubbing and pulled her away from his chest. He had the biggest grin on his face. 

"I'm so fucking proud of you." He simply said. 

"I got in? Are you sure? Maybe you—"

"Nope," he cut her off. "You got in."

"Oh my god!" She squealed, wrapping her arms around him. 

After applying three separate times, her senior year, when she transferred and now for grad school, Claudia finally got accepted to her dream school.

Claudia pulled Calum into a kiss. In  a matter of minutes, they got needy for each other. Without breaking their kiss, Calum gently pushed Claudia on the mattress and with his cock, he showed her how proud he was that she got into her dream school, three times over.

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Daisies

➤smut, some fluff, windflower!soobin x fem!reader

Warnings: this is mature content! Do not read if you are under 18 or uncomfortable! NSFW warnings include: Dom!Soobin, Sub!reader, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding/dry humping, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, spanking, cum play. I also didn’t proof read and I don’t love the ending :/

Word Count: 6,039

A/N: This is technically a bonus chapter for Windflower! The y/n in this story is not the same as the y/n within the series. This was not planned but after I posted the last chapter of WIndflower @yeonjuncore​ got me Thinking...so I wrote this. Also, I’d just like to announce that this will likely be my last big post on here for a while. School is quite overwhelming at the moment and I’m going to be starting a new job soon as well. I will be around to answer asks and reblog stuff, but no big fics will come from me for a few weeks!

Somewhere within the house, a clock ticked with every second that passed. How was this the first time you’d ever heard it? You were coming up on three weeks of living in the huge, dark wood laden home, and you had never once heard this clock echoing through the hallways and driving you insane. 

Maybe it had to do with the fact that all of your frustration had finally come to a head tonight as you tossed and turned underneath the sheets. There was a pit in your stomach that you couldn’t quite place; like an itch that just couldn’t be scratched. You shut your eyes tight, hoping for sleep to come and whisk you away from the unsettling feeling in your bones; but to no avail. 

Among the silence, your stomach growled. You knew that you weren’t really that hungry, but you would have taken just about any excuse to occupy your mind with something that didn’t involve thoughts of Soobin. Lovely, sweet, cautious Soobin. The exact same man who drove your hormones through the roof. Deep down, you knew that your desires for him were the catalyst for your sleepless nights, but he had never seemed to return any of your advances past subtle touches and flirting. At first, you felt guilty for reacting in such a way to his attention, but after one particularly steamy dream in which you imagined him bending you over the leather sectional in the living room and having his way with you; all thoughts of not acting on your attraction had dissipated.

At the worst, he would reject you and you would leave, tail tucked between your legs. At the best, you’d get to see if your theory about the size of his cock was correct.

You were more than ready to test your theory, you were just waiting for the correct moment. The perfect time to push his boundaries just enough to see if he would snap.

That’s what you pondered as you stood in the kitchen, trying to decide if making ramen at this hour would be too loud. Then again, you were pretty sure that Soobin had passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Before the two of you went up to bed, he was dozing off on the couch.

Confident that you knew where to locate both the pan and the brightly colored packet you needed; you crouched down to open what you thought was the correct cabinet. Instead of finding the stainless steel pot you pictured in your mind, you found a stack of cookie sheets of various dimensions. 

“Shit, okay.” Maybe you weren’t as used to the house as you had thought. Knees cracking in protest, you made your way to another cabinet that seemed promising. Delicately, you pulled the handle toward you; relishing the few seconds of hope before all hell broke loose. An avalanche of plastic containers came crashing down onto the floor, shattering the late night silence into tiny little pieces. You held your breath, helpless as they all tumbled and slid around until they reached their final destinations. Carding a nervous hand over your face, you waited a few more seconds to see if Soobin had been woken up by your unintentional racket. Hearing no creak from the steps or call of your name; you carefully began to gather up the fallen containers and stacking them into some kind of orderly fashion. For a single male, Soobin owned a shit ton of tupperware. 

Once you’d successfully stacked about half of the containers away, you began to approach the ones that had made a full trip to the other side of the kitchen. With no one around to embarrass you, you crawled on your hands and knees to retrieve more of the stupidly slippery containers. With your gaze and attention focused on the floor, you barely noticed the creak of the stairs as Soobin descended them. In fact, you were so busy fretting over stacking all of the plastic in an order that made sense that he had to call your name three times before you noticed he was there.

“Oh, my god!” You yelled, the containers in your hands jumping along with your body. “You scared me, Soobin.” A sigh of relief crossed your lips as you finally recognized the looming figure. He was wearing a baggy, black sweatshirt and a pair of grey cotton gym shorts that gave you an eyeful of his strong thighs from your spot on the floor.

“What are you doing?” He croaked, voice deepened from his previous slumber as he crouched down to be level with you.

“I was just...hungry...so I was going to make ramen and I was looking for a pot and instead of finding one, I had this Tupperware spill all over,” you gestured toward the stack still next to your body. “Why do you have so many containers anyway? It’s not like we have leftovers-“

“So you don’t even care that you woke me up?” His voice had evened out, but it still held a dark edge that made your heart race in excitement. He was watching you with narrowed eyes as you gathered up the plastic containers again and made your way to the open cabinet.

“To be fair, I thought you’d be sufficiently knocked out after all your snoring on the couch.” You could’ve just apologized. It would have been easier, and kinder, but you wanted to push Soobin’s buttons. You wanted him to snap.

“To be fair,” he shot back, standing to his full height, “I expected an apology from you. You don’t want to apologize?” The undertone of his voice had your thighs shaking as you finally shut the cabinet with a snap. 

“I- I am sorry, Soobin, I was just-”

“No.” He took one fluid step closer to you. “I really don’t think you’re quite as sorry as you say you are. I think...you should prove it.” You swore your neurons stopped firing as you processed his words. This was actually happening. Soobin, whom you’d been thirsting over for weeks was finally giving you an invitation to do whatever you wanted to him. 

“How do you want me to do that, Soobin?” You were out of breath already, chest heaving. 

“I’m sure you have some ideas,” he droned, lifting an eyebrow casually as he turns you until your lower back makes contact with the edge of the island. “Why don’t you tell me?” 

You licked your lips, a sudden anxiety rippling through your bones as you tried to think. So many ideas popped up at once that you actually had to suck in a steadying breath to collect yourself. 

“Tell me.” He implored, crowding your personal space but still hesitating to touch you, waiting until you gave him confirmation. 

“I- I want you to fuck me.” Your voice came out as a whine, much weaker than you intended, but Soobin seemed to like it; if the low groan he let out was any indication. Finally he touched you, grasping at your sides to pull you flush into his body. “See? All you had to do was ask, angel.” His breath was hot on the sensitive skin of your neck where he leaned in to mark you with a possessive bruise. Your hands flew behind him, grasping into the material of the oversized sweatshirt he often slept in. 

“Should’ve known you were needy. You know how thin the walls are here?” Another pull of his lips against the column of your throat had your mind blurring with pleasure. His teeth pinch your flesh, but he runs his hot tongue over the area and you instantly forget the pain. 

“Wha- what do you mean?” 

Soobin chuckles darkly against your throat, the vibrations of his chest sending sparks straight down to your core. You resist the urge to squeeze your legs together in an attempt to find some friction. 

“I mean-“ a strong, veined hand clasps underneath your chin to force eye contact, “I can hear you every night you touch yourself. You think you’re so quiet, but there’s only so much you can do to hide those gorgeous little whines of yours.” A new flash of arousal and embarrassment rushed through you. If he had heard you then he had certainly heard-

“And I know you think of me, angel. What is it that you want to do to me so bad? What is that you want me to do to you?” Soobin pushed his thigh between your legs, successfully spreading them and keeping you from squeezing your legs for an attempt at relief. The firm muscle rested perfectly against your center, reminding you of the persistent wetness that was surely slicking your panties at the moment. You hadn’t noticed that Soobin’s gaze had locked in on the way your core pressed so tightly against his thinly clothed thigh. He gave an experimental flex of his muscle and cracked a smile at the way you gasped for air. 

“Oh, angel liked that.” He made the same movement, much more assured this time, adding a bounce of his leg that rubbed you just the right way. Your hips started to move on their own volition, chasing the pleasure of friction even through three layers of fabric. There was no ignoring the feeling of his slowly hardening length just to the left of you, only heightening your need. Your head fell forward, finding a home in the crook of Soobin’s neck, wrapping both arms around his sturdy neck as you lost yourself in pleasure. Little grunts and gasps fell from your mouth the more you worked yourself up, and for a minute you thought Soobin was simply going to let you come to a cruel, untouched end on his thigh. 

“That’s enough of that,” he growled, grabbing your hips with a bruising grip to still their circling. “Look at that,” he tutted, pushing you gently away from his body as he took a step back. The outline of his cock was prominent, defined even more by the thin gray fabric that struggled to contain him. Even more compelling was the sight of a darkened patch of fabric on his thigh. Your cheeks burned red hot in the dim light of the kitchen and you were grateful he couldn’t see you. “Got my shorts all dirty, angel. Wanna make it up to me?” 

The question was loaded, but you would do just about anything for him right now, so you nodded obediently. Wordlessly, he made his way to the living room; illuminated only by the light of the full moon shining through the floor to ceiling windows. Soobin situated himself on a faux leather cushion, legs spread wide as he kept a watchful eye on you. “C’mon,” he beckoned, crooking his fingers toward his body to invite you closer. Before you knew it, you were plopping to your knees right in front of him, ignoring the slight dig of the carpet fibers into the sensitive skin. 

“Didn’t even have to ask, huh? You already know what I want from you,” Soobin smirked, looping his thumbs lazily into the waistband of his shorts and giving half a tug. With eager eyes you watched him work his shorts down his legs until they hung loosely at his feet, black boxers now serving as the only barrier between you and his cock. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, hand shooting out on its own volition in a bid to finally touch him. As soon as your fingers were in reach of his hardness, Soobin grasped your wrist to stop you. 

“Uh uh, angel. You’re going to work for that. Take off my underwear.” Immediately you sprung into action, afraid to disappoint him with any inaction. With the help of him lifting his hips, you were able to pull his boxers down alongside his shorts and marvel at the uncovered image of his cock. Every estimation that you’d silently made prior to this moment seemed foolish. Soobin’s cock was glorious; thick and curved just slightly as it stands proudly against his stomach. It was longer than you’d ever estimated, and a new slick of arousal stains your panties as you wonder how absolutely full you would feel with him inside of you. A prominent, throbbing vein catches your attention as you watch in the yellowed light provided by the moon and you have to restrain yourself from tracing a fingertip down the length.

“You’re so big,” you whispered, tracing a few fingers over the taut skin on the inside of his thigh as you examined the dribble of precum wetting his tip. His leg jumped instinctively at your contact and he groaned deeply. 

“Don’t play shy now, baby.I know you’ve been dreaming of having my cock in your mouth.” He cooed, lacing his fingers through your hair and giving a suggestive tug that had your scalp tingling. You needed no further convincing to dip your head down and give a testing lick to the head, taking in the bitter taste of him with ease. He was absolutely addicting, and before you knew it you were pushing his impossibly hard length down your throat as far as you could take it. Your jaw ached and your eyes watered, but the filthy praise falling from Soobin’s mouth as you started to run your tongue over him with vigor. 

“Oh god, look at you...” the grip on your hair tightened as you looked upwards to catch the look on his face. His head was thrown against the cushions, hair falling away from his face. “You’re so fucking dirty, angel. Who would have known you’re so good at sucking cock?” A moan rumbled in your throat, making Soobin’s hips jump and push himself even deeper into your throat. Your gag reflex had your throat constricting harshly around him and drawing out one of the filthiest moans you’d ever heard from his mouth. 

“God, can I fuck your throat, baby? You want that?” He asked, pulling you off of his cock by your hair. A thick string of spit connected your mouth with his tip and you stared at it dumbly for a second before Soobin asked again. 

“Do you want me to fuck your throat? Or are you too cock drunk to care?” The fake sympathy in his voice made you whine, tears of desperation brimming your eyes as you nodded. 

“I wan-” you stopped to clear your voice, “wan’ you to fuck my throat, Soobin.” The man above you snapped into action, guiding you toward his length with a fervor that had his eyes shining. He wasted no time in easing you down as far as he could get you, ignoring the way you gagged and cried out in favor of thrusting his hips into the heat of your mouth. It was sloppy, the sounds of spit slicking consuming the entire room as you shut your eyes and let him use you. You were painfully aware of the untouched throbbing between your legs, so you used what little sense you had left to reach down and rut against the palm of your own hand. It was nothing close to the relief you needed, but it was a good start as Soobin’s cock twitched within the confines of your throat. 

He must be close; you think, ears catching on to the increasingly frequent groans of your name and unintelligible swearing. And then suddenly it all stopped. Your throat became alarmingly empty as you inhaled and coughed before finally looking up to see that Soobin had sat forward, elbows resting on his knees as he stared down at you. More specifically, the hand wedged between your thighs. 

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch yourself, angel. Did I?” Even though his chest was still heaving from exertion, his voice was steady and domineering. Your eyes grew wide at his words. He was right, he hadn’t given you permission. Even though it was too late now, you ripped your hand away from the crotch of your shorts and grabbed at the fat of your upper thigh instead. 

“I’m sorry, I just needed-” 

“Oh, shh. I know, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” He leaned even closer to you, his flawless face coming into focus as he honed in on the sensitive skin just under your ear. “Strip for me, and I’ll show you what good angels get.” 

You weren’t sure that you had ever moved so quickly in your life. Despite the shake in your legs, you stood and made short work of the garments that had been restricting you. Soobin watched with hooded eyes from his spot on the couch, cock still standing tall and red from your previous work. You were sure that your lips looked just as rough, but there was no time to care right now as you finally peeled off your cotton shorts and tried to ignore the obvious wet patch on the crotch. Upon pulling off your panties, it became abundantly clear that there would be no saving them from the thick strings of arousal that were stuck to the fabric like glue. 

From his spot on the couch, Soobin gave a groan of appreciation at the sight of you naked. A flash of insecurity had you crossing your arms over your chest as you stood just about two feet away from him. 

“None of that, Y/N,” the first use of your actual name since the moment this had begun had you melting around the edges, compelling toward his outstretched arms. He guided you into his lap with strong arms, the both of you flinching when the sensitive head of his cock brushed against you just right. A drawn out moan left your lips as you pushed your hips in the hope of increased friction. Soobin’s strong grip kept you from moving any further as you lulled your head into his clothed shoulder and whined. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered into your hair, stroking down the skin of your back. You were grateful he couldn’t see your blush due to the low light and the way you were burying your face into the fabric of his sweatshirt. 

“But I think...” his hands continued to wander, dancing dangerously down the outside of your thighs. “You’d be prettier falling apart on my fingers, don’t you think?” 

“Soobin, please,” you finally lifted your face from his shoulder to implore him with your eyes, grasping at the fabric around his neck. He studied you for a moment, eyes hooded and lips parted slightly. He pushed forward suddenly, attaching his lips onto yours for the first time. Sparks flew behind your eyes as he slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips; kissing you as if he were trying to pull all of the air from your lungs. As he distracted you with his skilled tongue, you almost forgot about the push of his calloused fingers until they brushed right over where you needed him the most. 

A surprised gasp fell from your lips and Soobin finally let your mouth go in favor of hearing your voice. Your entrance was so slick that Soobin’s fingers met no resistance as they slid over your heat. 

“God, you’re so wet.” The tip of a long finger circled around your entrance, breaching the ring of muscle just slightly. “All because of me, angel?” 

“Yes! All because of you.” You resisted bucking your hips into his hand, afraid of him pulling away completely. But you must have given him all he wanted because he finally eased his first finger in all the way to the last knuckle. Hot pleasure bubbled in your stomach as your body greedily took whatever Soobin gave you. His finger moved in and out slowly, working you up as you sat straddled on his lap. Looking down, you could catch the sight of his gorgeous hand flexing and twisting inside of you; and just below his hand was the sight of his throbbing cock, leaking precum at the tip yet again. Involuntarily your body twitched, inner muscles tightening around his digit at the idea of him eventually being inside of you. He pushed a second finger next to the first, causing a slight burn that you accepted wholeheartedly as you pulled at his hair. You weren’t sure when your hands had ended up there; but the action spurred him on with a beautiful moan. 

Carefully, he crooked his fingers within you, finding the textured spot that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. There was no way to stop the movement of your hips, causing the head of his cock to brush against your clit just right. 

“Please touch me,” you gasped, another rush of arousal spilling out of you as Soobin’s hand moved with more fervor, slowly bringing you closer to an orgasm that certainly didn’t need much persuasion.

“I am, angel. What else could you need? I’m stretching you out for me, isn’t that enough?” 

He loved to hear you say things; admit your deepest desires and dirtiest fantasies before he gave you the pleasure of having them. 

“My-” you interrupted yourself with a moan as Soobin curled both his fingers in the perfect way again, causing your toes to curl and the coil in your stomach to tighten a few more turns. “Touch my clit,” the bundles of nerves was throbbing, begging for the attention you knew you needed in order to fall apart for him. 

“Mmm, good girl,” Soobin granted your request within an instant, pressing the wide pad of his thumb against you. A howl left your lips, hips bouncing in an unrelenting motion as your body finally began to cave with the extra sensation. Soobin continued to work his thumb in a measure opposite of his fingers, ensuring that you were never feeling unstimulated. A particularly loud squelch made Soobin growl, low and deep from his throat in a way you wanted to hear on loop. 

“So pretty, so good. Made for me and my hands-” you leaned back on his lap, pleasure clouding your mind as his assault on your pussy had you seconds from coming. “And my cock.” He finished, punctuating his words with a perfectly combined circle of his thumb and push of his long, dexterous fingers. 

The world blurred as you came, white noise filling your ears so that you couldn’t hear the pathetic sounds you were surely producing. The fuzzy feeling you’d been craving encased your entire body. Soobin worked you through it, fingers never slowing even as you released around him, soaking the appendages in your need. Vaguely you could hear the praise fall from his lips that only caused your orgasm to be prolonged. Once you were finally down from your high, you were startled by how worked up you remained. Soobin retracted his fingers only to be met with an upset whine splitting your lips. 

“You just came, are you really that needy?” There was a laugh in his voice that made you grin like crazy, still slightly lost in your haze of bliss. But you knew one thing for sure. You wanted more of him. 

“Can you take this off?” The sweatshirt which you had previously clung to for dear life suddenly became way too obstructive for your liking.

“I certainly can as long as you can sit up on your own.” The concern in his voice made you feel cared for beyond belief. Hands retracting from his hoodie, you placed them on your wobbling thighs as proof that you could handle yourself. Happy enough with that, Soobin pulled the fabric over his head, careful not to hit you in the process of discarding it in the direction of your clothes. With his chest finally exposed, you ran your hands down the planes of muscle, scratching lightly over his perfect skin just to see it raise in red lines. He let you marvel at him as long as you wanted, and you knew he was doing the same to you when you felt his cock twitch under you. It was a persistent reminder of what you really wanted.

Boldly, you abandoned his chest to slip a hand around his cock, stroking him gently from base to tip. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and let you have a few seconds before he had enough. 

“You better stop or I’m not gonna last to fuck you,” he deadpanned, causing your hand to stop immediately. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good angel and get on your hands and knees.” He gestured pointedly to the empty section of couch beside you and you needed no further explanation before you were presenting yourself to him. One of his hands, warm and large, pushed down gently on your lower back until your face was pressed into a throw pillow. A moan of appreciation fell from his lips as he took in your form, spread and willing for him. 

“Now I’m only going to tell you once, so I suggest you listen. Do not move, and do not come until I say you can, got it?” Your senses were so heightened that his voice felt like it was everywhere and you nodded immediately. His hand brushed over your ass before pulling away. 

“I’m gonna try something, tell me if you don’t like it,” his voice was much softer, soothing you into a lull that almost made you forget the throb between your thighs. Almost. 

“O-okay,” you stuttered, almost forgetting to answer as you braced yourself for whatever it may be. His fingers danced along the top of your ass again, rising goosebumps on the skin before coming back down in one hard, fast swoop. A moan, loud and surprising even to you, fell from your mouth. Soobin rubbed at the flesh he’d just slapped, and you chanced a look behind you to see that he had a delighted grin on his face. 

“Oh angel, you are just perfect-” he ended the compliment with another spank, this one right on the apex of your left cheek, with enough force to push your body forward. The sting of pain only mingled with the pressure building between your thighs as you clenched around nothing. Of course, Soobin noticed. “You like that, huh? Angel likes being spanked? Why did we wait so long to do this?”

I was waiting for you, dumbass; you kept that thought to yourself though. 

“I can’t wait any longer,” he sighed, running a finger over your center as if to test if you were still wet enough. “I have condoms in the bathroom, I can go get-” 

“No!” The word rung loud and clear through the air, and you felt Soobin stop in his tracks. “No. I have an IUD. And I’m clean. Are- are you?”

“Yeah.” He certainly sounded winded now, processing the weight of your words. This was even more than he had originally hoped for. Finally, the implication clicked and he pounced back on your body like a man starved. He grabbed handfuls of your ass in both hands, parting them to get a better look at your heat before groaning his appreciation with praise. 

Before you had time to beg him again, he was pushing the blunt head of his cock against you, slowly stretching you open. Even though he had prepped you, the pure width of his cock made for a slightly uncomfortable stretch. But he was gentle, holding himself back as he waited for your body to adjust to his size. The whole time, he whispered about how good you were doing, how pretty you looked stretched around him. You couldn’t see how far he had pushed in, but when the pain subsided you let him know by pushing your hips back greedily despite his earlier warning not to move. 

“Oh shit,” he cursed, grabbing your hips to steady himself. “You’re such a slut that you can’t even wait for me to be in you all the way? Even when I told you not to move?”

“No, I can’t wait, Soobin. Please fuck me already,” a whine was riding high in your throat at how absolutely fucking full you felt with him inside you all the way. “Please.” You tried again after a few seconds of quiet. Seemingly convinced, Soobin snapped into action; driving his hips forward in one powerful thrust. Your mind blanked at the feeling of him; leaving you spouting whatever non sense popped into your head as he worked his hips back and forth. Both of his hands rested on your hips, holding with a grip so hard you were sure that purple bruises would be blossomed there by the morning. A deep groan left Soobin’s mouth as he began to lose himself in the feeling of your heat. 

“Jesus, angel. You feel so good.” He landed another firm slap to your ass, much more confident in his movements now that he knew you enjoyed it just as much as he did. His force moved you further up the couch cushion as you muffled yourself into the fabric of the throw pillow. “Lemme hear you.” he grunted, slowing for a second as you turned your face to the side and moaned just to prove you’d listened. He gave a hum of appreciation, slipping one of his firm palms across your stomach until his fingers ghosted just above your clit. You inner walls clenched around him at the anticipation, and the fluttering had him gasping. 

Testing the waters, you clenched again, smiling slyly at the way his breath stuttered as it left his chest. The tension in your belly was raising, helped along by the deep, constant rhythm that he had created. In a daring move, you pushed your hips back against his again, hoping to get him to push against the magic spot he’s discovered while fingering you earlier. Soobin literally growled, ripping the hand which was only centimetres away from your clit away to push down on your upper back.

“What did I say to you? Two simple rules, angel,” the force of his hand had the support of your elbows crumpling and the change in angle pushed him right into the spot you’d longed for. His hand crept back to the bottom of your stomach, holding you steady with that hand as tears of desperation framed your eyes. “What did I say to you?” He asked again, pushing harder into you but still neglecting you of the final pressure you needed. 

“Y-you said-” a gasp slipped out of you as he landed another slap onto the top of your thigh, “you said no moving.” Another slap. 

“Exactly. Now I suggest you listen to me, and maybe I’ll let you come.” The words made you still immediately, gripping the fabric of the throw pillow between tightened fingers. 

“Hmm, good girl,” he praised, finally brushing his fingers over where you needed him the most. The slight pressure was just enough to have your heart soaring; the heat in your stomach mounting ever higher as Soobin grunted  and pushed his fingers in a skilled figure eight formation. 

“Oh god, Soobin, I’m going to come-” an unbidden moan filled your ears as the tension reached to an almost unbearable point. 

“Not until I tell you angel,” you could tell by the shake in his voice that he was nearing his end too, the hand on your hip tightening more than you thought was possible as his nails bit into your skin. You bit your lip until it began to bleed in an effort to hold back the contraction of your inner walls as Soobin pushed you closer to bliss. 

Soobin twitched inside you, furthering your struggles as a mess of pleads spilled into the pillow below you. Suddenly, his nimble fingers rolled just right, and he finally spoke the magic words you’d been craving to hear. You weren’t sure when he had bent over your exhausted body, but it only took mere seconds after hearing him breathe “you can come, angel. Come right around me,” into your ear to make you fall off the edge. 

You were floating with the release, somehow even stronger than the first you had sustained at his hands. A pleasant buzz was vibrating through you, leaving you hazy and sated for a few seconds before you tuned back into Soobin’s voice. “I’m coming, baby,” you felt him pull out of you slightly, the feeling making you whine loudly. 

Even though you were spent beyond belief, you reached backward for him weakly. “Inside. Come inside me, please?”

Soobin moaned the loudest he had all night, pushing his cock back inside you and coming almost immediately. The feeling of him filling you up sent you into a second fit of moans; the tiny ball of pleasure that had just been expelled coming up for a second time already. Grunting, Soobin eventually pulled out; much to your dismay until you felt the intoxicating mix of his cum sliding out of you slowly.

“Look at you, angel,” Soobin actually giggled as he spread your ass cheeks to get a better look at the mess. “All stuffed full,” his voice had gone so quiet that you weren’t sure if he meant for you to hear, but you simply whined and wiggled your hips for him. His fingers skimmed up the back of your thighs before dipping back into your stretched entrance, carefully pushing his cum back into you. 

“Can’t let it go to waste, can we?” He hummed as he continued his work, lighting small sparks of pleasure that made you shiver. Eventually he pulled his fingers away and guided you out of your position until your bare back made contact with the cool leather seats. Your mind was still hazy, but the sliver of moonlight made the perfect highlight for you to see Soobin in all his glory. His face was flushed, sweaty hair pushed off his forehead haphazardly. His tanned, muscled chest was still heaving from all of the work; but the small grin on his face was by far the most charming thing about him in the moment. Slowly, you sat up until you were face to face; reaching out with a stall shaking hand to cup his face as you came as close to his body heat as you could. 

“Hi,” you giggled, still feeling drunk on pleasure as he finally looked down on you. 

“Hi, angel,” he responded, brushing a hand through the matted mess of your hair. “Are you okay?” He was pouting a bit, looking down on you as if checking for some kind of red flag. 

“I’m perfect,” you assured, laying your head onto his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but you made it work in order to revel in the feeling of his skin. You shivered a bit; kicking Soobin into action. He reached down to the floor of the living room, fishing around until he found the black hoodie that engulfed even his own frame. 

“Arms up.” You obeyed immediately, happy to go along with anything that came from his mouth as he slipped the warm fabric over your form. It smelled just like him, and your heart soared. Soobin settled for putting just his bottoms back on as you sank happily into the buttery leather of the sectional. You were starting to feel sleepy, the combination of the late hour and exertion finally pulling you away from consciousness. 

“Uh uh, you’re not sleeping yet,” Soobin tutted, slipping his hands underneath your arms in a bid to pull you upwards. Once he had you standing, he took a second to admire the blissed look on your face. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of your unfocused eyes. “We’re gonna go upstairs,” he soothed, running a hand up and down your left arm, “and I’m gonna run you a bath. And then you can sleep, okay?” 

Too tired to respond, you just nodded and leaned into his touch greedily. Soobin hesitated for a second before leaning down to press a kiss right between your eyebrows. 

Distantly, a small shudder of your chest caught you off guard, clutching the fabric of Soobin’s hoodie absentmindedly as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were sure the pain was just a side effect of all the motions you’d just gone through and dropped your hand as soon as the feeling subsided. Little did you know, Soobin had watched you the whole time with a small smirk on his lips.

Part 2

➔Pairing: Camboy!Jeno x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Penetration (F), Oral (F+M), +  ➔Word count: 7,033

➔Summary: You’ve been out of the dating game for awhile, but your best friend thinks a push in the right direction is all you need. She sets you up for the cam boy experience, complete with the cute boy and a discovery.

>>Part 1<<

  You slowly shut your laptop until you heard the soft click. Your hand was in your pants and you hadn’t realized how far you had gone, the tips of your fingers pruney from your arousal. You pulled yourself off your bed and looked out of the window. False alarm. After the fire alarm stopped, all you could hear was yourself breathing heavily. Your mind was racing, your body struggling to keep up. Feeling anxious, you opened your front door and peered your head out. The hall was empty, the lights dim. You stepped a toe over the threshold, and then the rest of your body. You didn’t know why you expected to find Jeno barreling around the corner, his cock at the ready, and his tongue dripping with lust. Feeling silly, you went back inside, shut and locked the door behind you.

  Though sleep was optimal, you were too keyed up to think about resting your head on a pillow. You sat cross-legged on your bed and stared at your laptop. Shutting it was wise. No one could see you, and no one could write to you. You pushed your laptop aside and laid flat on your bed. You wanted a body on top of you, the weight crushing yours. Touching yourself was alright if you could pretend it was Jeno’s fingers digging inside of you, but it wasn’t enough. Even as the forced orgasm rolled over you, disappointment wasn’t too far behind. You sat up and caressed your breast in a comforting way. Halfway through, you didn’t notice your fingers pulling the laptop towards you.

“Fuck it.” you said.

 You opened the laptop wide and found yourself back where you started. Like before, the chat room was empty and the camera was off. There was no little green dot that signaled he was on, no indication that he existed at all. You bit your fingernails and nervously clicked on a few buttons hoping that you could put your webcam back on. You didn’t know what you were doing, just hoped any magical click could alert him that you were there. You wanted to talk to Jeno. You had so many questions.

  After a while, you drifted off to sleep, the laptop resting on your tummy, and your legs spread wide across your bed. You woke up with a fright. There was a  hard rap on your front door. You were covered in sweat, your tit hanging out of your top. You fixed yourself and walked into your living room. Checking the time you could see it was well past 11:00 p.m, the world outside your window much darker than before. You searched around for something to grab in case you had to be cautious, but the second knock felt too impatient. You got to the door and thought about ignoring it. Whoever was on the other side could wait until the next day. Three minutes later, you swung your front door open to find the hallway outside empty. You walked out slowly, curiosity getting the best of you. The hallway was just as empty as earlier, the lights above making it seem scarier than it was. You walked down the hallway and stopped at the end, craning your neck so that you could see if anyone was hiding.

“Hey.”

 You screamed. When you turned back around, Jeno was there. He caught your elbows as you brought your hands up to fight the person in front of you.  Eyes and mouth wide open, you just stared at him. Jeno smiled and let you go, seeing that you were not a threat. He took a step away to give you your space. A woman stuck her head out of her front door to make sure everything was okay. You held up your hand to tell her it was fine. 

“How did you find where I live?” you asked.

 I really like this building, “Jeno said. “The neighbors have been so nice since I moved in. I’ve met everyone but you.”

“Moved in,” you said. “Right. You live here. What are the odds of that?” 

  You gawked at his face before drifting down his body. Images of his cock were in the front of your mind. You remembered how his face looked when he came: so pretty and serene. When Jeno leaned down to meet your gaze, you blushed. You tried making eye contact with him again, but you felt like he was too much inside of your head. 

“I’ve never had a customer know where I live,” Jeno said. “They’re supposed to protect me against these things.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” you said.

  Jeno took a step closer to you. You struggled to remain standing upright. When you made eye contact with him after a long beat, you told yourself not to be afraid. Your best friend choosing a cam boy that lived in the same building was a coincidence. Neither of you could have predicted what would happen. 

“It will be our little secret.” Jeno said.

  He moved even closer and held out his hand. When you placed your hand in his to introduce yourself, you noticed how warm his hands were and how veiny. He used his thumb to rub the top of your hand and used some of his strength to pull you forward. 

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he said. “I would love to meet you in a more intimate way, but it’s late, and I should go.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

 But he didn’t let go of your hand, and you didn’t mind. You stared a little too long at each other, your eyes getting lost in his. When Jeno did finally let go, you felt like you could breathe again. The tension in the hallway was thick. 

“Good night.” he said.

  With that, Jeno turned and started going back the way he had come. You walked off down the hallway and didn’t realize that you had been walking the wrong way. You shook your head to clear your mind of him. When you turned back around, he was waiting at the other end of the hallway.

“I forgot something.” he said.

  Each step he took to reach you made you throb below. When he caught up to you, he put his hand behind your neck and pulled him to you in the quickest move until your mouth was on his. Jeno used his legs to walk you backwards until you were leaning against the wall. He tore his lips from yours and went in for your neck, his tongue licking up the side. You held onto his shoulders and tried to control the way you felt. Up against you, you could feel the muscles underneath his shirt, could feel the tightness in his pants. Jeno pulled away when your lips felt sore and your hair was sticking to the nape of your neck with sweat.

“See you.” he said, backing away.

  Waking up felt like a fever dream. You had fallen asleep after furiously masturbating to the smell of him that lingered on your pajamas. You even bit down on your pajama shirt, flipping yourself over and humping your pillow. You had never come so quickly, your sheets tangled, and your hair matted.

  You didn’t know which apartment Jeno lived in, but you imagined him in the apartment underneath you. You fantasized about him wearing sweatpants low on his hips, walking around like he owned the place. Cocksure and arrogant didn’t seem like one of Jeno’s traits, but your fantasy didn’t have to make sense. If his bed was just below yours, you imagined fucking yourself on your mattress so hard that the floor would break underneath the weight and you’d fall down straight onto him, your pussy aching to feel him inside of you. Ridiculous thoughts like that brought you back into the real world. 

  You wondered if he was on cam but fought the urge to check. You didn’t want him to know how much he affected you, but you opened, closed and reopened your laptop so many times that the soft click didn’t exist anymore. It was a little too late to ignore the way he influenced you. You touched yourself over your pajamas and sighed. You opened the laptop once more and found him, the little green dot pulsating next to his name. The chat room was full of names you’d never heard of, and Jeno’s webcam was on. He came into view and sat down on his bed. You thought you saw him look over at the chat and see your name, a quick smile on his face before it vanished, but you couldn’t be sure.

‘Hope everyone is having fun this morning.” he said, not caring to look into the camera again.

  You watched him sit on the edge of his bed with a needle and thread in his hands. You were told cam boys did simple things in front of the camera and that it wasn’t just always about sex. Jeno was sewing a hole in one of his shorts, his fingers skillfully directing the needle and thread where it needed to be. You were mesmerized by the way he moved, his face not breaking concentration. You wondered if people were masturbating to the way he was performing the task, just like you wanted to.

  “Done,” Jeno said. He looked into the camera and grinned.  “I’m not good at sewing. It takes a lot of patience with your hands, and my patience is quite thin. “

  You placed your hand on top of your laptop and slowly shut it. There was something so sweet about the way he grinned and how normal he seemed that made it hard for you to resist him in any format. The kiss last night had blown your mind. Facing the fact that you were just as attracted to him sewing clothes as you were when he had you pushed against the wall was difficult. Getting attached to a cam boy that happened to live in the same building as you wasn’t on your list of things to do for the day.

“You’re losing it plantful.” you said.

 You got dressed for the day with nowhere to go. You looked at yourself in your floor length mirror, spinning around to look at the dress from the back. You took your bag off the table and opened the door to see Jeno standing there with his fist hovering and ready to knock.

“You know,” you said. “There should have been something in the lease about stalking your neighbors.”

“I hear it’s frowned upon,” he said. “Almost as much as logging out before I can talk to you.”

  You moved forward hoping he would move out of the way. Jeno did, but not before he felt your body brush against his. He held up his hands and backed away so that you could lock your door. The innocent look on his face made you want to run your tongue along his teeth.

“Watching you sew isn’t exactly what I’m paying for.” you said, regretting it as soon as you said it.

“Oh?” he asked, leaning his head against your door. His black hair was messy and sticking straight up in some spots. “ What are you paying for?”

“Nothing,” you said. “Because I’m ending it.”

  You walked down the hallway. When you passed the point where Jeno kissed you, you pretended not to notice. He was still following behind you, but at a distance. You made it all the way down to the first floor before you turned around and asked him why he was following you.

“I’m not, “ he said. “I was going down to the coffee shop. Why are you following me?”

“I’m not!” you said. “I’m...also going to the coffee shop.”

Jeno smirked. “Good. We can go together. Let me carry your bag for you.”

  You were going to tell him no, but like a gentleman, Jeno had taken your bag and placed it over his shoulder. The walk to the coffee shop was mostly spent in comfortable silence. His smell was just as intoxicating as last night and you kept leaning in to get a better whiff. You got flashbacks of how easily it had been to orgasm and how raw your clit was after you were through. Jeno held the door open to the coffee shop for you. After ordering your drink and trying to find a table alone, Jeno took your hand and led you to a two person table in the corner.

“Now we can talk.” he said.

“About?” you asked. “I’m not keeping my membership or trial or whatever it’s called. “

“No, it’s not about that.”

  Jeno sipped his coffee. The bitterness caused him to make a face you found endearing. It was like he had never tasted coffee before.  As easy as it had left, his smile returned to light up his whole face.

“What are you up to?” you asked “You look guilty.”

Jeno leaned across the table. “We have chemistry.”

 You stared at him like he was going crazy. You weren’t expecting him to say it, but you could feel it was true. Being on camera with him had awoken something in you that you didn’t know had been sleeping. You were thrilled by the whole experience, down to finding out he lived in the same complex as you. When he kissed you, you knew it would be hard to convince yourself that he didn’t matter, that the whole thing had been a fail. You weren’t leaving your apartment to go to the coffee shop. You were leaving your apartment to look for him.

“Me and-”

“-a cam boy?” he asked. “What are you so scared of? What about me scares you so much, huh?”

  He was leaning so far forward that the back of his knuckle was hitting your knee underneath the table. His face was devilish, his eyes dark.

“I’m not scared of anything.” you said.

  Jeno’s hand went between your knees. You snapped them shut, trapping his hand. Jeno raised an eyebrow as a challenge. You looked around the coffee shop to see that no one was paying attention to you. You loosened your grip on your thighs and let Jeno’s hand move upward. He leaned so close over the table that you almost looked like lovers caught up in a corner of life, the world passing you by in a storm. You could feel his fingers hoping to slip inside your panties, to crook a finger forward and snap them into place as a tease. When Jeno felt the bareness of your pussy without underwear, he drew back a little bit. 

“What’s the matter?” you asked. “Are you nervous knowing that people are watching us?” 

   Jeno snapped his fingers and pulled his arm back. He straightened himself up and leaned his elbows on the table. Going without underwear was a choice that paid off at the last minute. You closed your legs and adjusted yourself. A simple shift in the chair made your body come alive. You looked across the table at the handsome man across from you and hoped he was braver than he looked. You would have loved to feel his fingers inside you, sticky from coffee and warm like his mouth. 

“You have the prettiest lips,” he said. 

  Jeno’s eyes were on your mouth. He looked lost in a daze. You brought your drink up to your lips and took a sip, swiping your tongue to pick up the liquid. When you put it back down on the table, Jeno held his hand over yours.

“I have a proposition for you, “ he said. “You can say no at any time, okay?”

“No.” you said flat out. 

Jeno frowned. “I didn’t say it yet.”

  You inhaled and exhaled slowly, your eyes never leaving his. You didn’t tell him to keep going, but he did. Jeno let go of your hand and placed them flat on the table. There was something so charming about him that made it hard to stop watching him. You figured that was why he was in the cam business. People paid to watch his handsome face. They would probably even watch him stare for hours out of the window of a coffee shop, his eyes people watching, and hands fingering the top of a coffee cup.

“Cam with me.” he said after a minute.

  When you didn’t answer, he repeated it again. “No, I heard you,” you said. “I’m just trying to figure out if I should leave or not.”

  Jeno leaned back in his chair. “I know it’s crazy. I don’t know you. Everything in me tells me to run the other way. I cam because it’s relatively anonymous. People only know my name-”

“-and what your dick looks like.”

He cocked his head. “Believe me, they’ve seen more than just that.”

“Great,” you said ,standing up. You took your coffee from the table and your bag. “That’s lovely. Goodbye.”

  Walking away, you didn’t know if Jeno would follow you or not. You made it a whole block before his hand slipped into yours, and he pulled you back from the curb.

“Think about it,” he said. “That’s all I ask. We could make a lot of money together. One night. No strings. “

 The sounds of the city made it hard for you to think. Holding his hand felt natural, and even though you knew you were holding it, you didn’t want to pull away in disgust.

“Are you suggesting we fuck in front of your audience?” you asked.

“Yes.” he said.

“So that you can get more money?”

  You pulled your hand away from him and kept walking. He kept walking beside you. When you weren’t giving him the time of day, he walked backwards in front of you.

“Listen,” he said. “I want you. I know you want me, too. “

“I don’t want you, Jeno.”

“Okay,” he said. “Fine. I just want you. I want you on every surface in my apartment.”

You stopped walking. “No.”

  Jeno kept quiet as you entered the apartment building. Inside, your voices would carry, and you didn’t want your neighbors knowing about your conversation. The walk across the tile was agonizing, the squeak of your shoes extra loud, and the hum from the doorman getting stuck in your head. 

 The minute the elevator doors closed, you flipped the script and pushed Jeno against the wall. Your fingers were in his hair, your mouth repaying the favor from last night. Jeno was in shock, his mouth parting slightly to accept your tongue. You stopped kissing him after the door opened to each floor and started again when you could see that no one was going to enter. Your hands were against his stomach, just inches about his waistband. When your floor  finally came, you pulled away from him and tucked his shirt deep into his pants, your fingers brushing against his cock.  A man walked into the elevator so Jeno turned towards the wall to hide his erection. Before the door closed, you turned back and told Jeno you would see him later.

  As soon as you walked into your apartment, you screamed. It still felt like you were screaming hours later as you scrubbed your body clean in the shower. You assessed your naked body in the mirror when you were done, pinching and squeezing your flesh. You hadn’t had sex with another person in so long. Like riding a bike, you knew you wouldn’t forget how to do it, but there was a little fear in the eyes of the girl looking back at you.

  It took nearly two hours to get yourself ready. Your body was freshly shaved, make-up and hair done, and your clothes fitting your body nicely. If you were going to perform, you wanted everything to be perfect. When you were done, you sat on your bed in your familiar place and opened the laptop. Your phone was next to you, the messages from your best friend ignored. You didn’t want to tell her what you had been up to just yet. You pushed the phone as far as it could go and paid attention to the screen before you.

Plantful00: Hi

Zone5: She lives!  What happened last night?

  You were getting ready to type back when Jeno’s screen came on. He was shirtless and walking around his room in sweatpants, the very realness of your fantasy come to life. You watched him with your mouth open. You were glad no one could see you drool all over yourself. You were getting excited by the prospect of the night, your nerves being eaten alive. 

Zone5: Is it too early to cum? Asking for a friend.

5050: He’s so sex-cee. 

  You smiled to yourself. If only they knew how sexy he was up close, how he smelled, or how he felt. 

  Earlier, Jeno briefed you on what would happen. You would hop on camera with him during his cam time. During it, he would give you a number that would be his address. You would excuse yourself and arrive at his door, shocking the viewers. 

Zone5: there are a lot of people here tonight. More than usual.

  You looked at the number of visitors. You tried reading the chats from the regulars but they were getting lost in new responses. Jeno’s viewership went up by the tens until they hit a hundred in about two minutes. Perhaps there was something in the air, some kind of charged sexual energy that was drawing people in.

Cloverz: Plantful, what happened last night?

Bigdickcity: take off your pants!

  Jeno moved across the room, leaning over his computer.  He read the chat and made a move to kiss the webcam. He grabbed his junk before going back to what he was doing. You watched him move, fixing wires here and there. The lighting was better than the previous night, the quality of the video itself going up a notch. You were beginning to realize you had caught him on an off night, his masturbating not the norm. Jeno’s setup was more high-tech, his video broadcasting to many people around the world. 

“How much nerve do you have?” you asked yourself out loud.

  Agreeing to fuck Jeno on camera was risky. You had never been filmed having sex, except for one time in high school as a joke. You deleted the footage and memory from your mind afterwards, your bad angles and ugly orgasm face haunting you. You hoped you would be good enough for Jeno, hoped the people would like your chemistry with him. 

Plantful00: Technical difficulties 

Zone5: Something is going on I can feel it. 

5050: 😫

  Jeno came over and sat down in his chair. He smiled mischievously, winking at the camera. You couldn’t stop staring at how pretty he looked, and you almost missed the cue to turn your camera on. When you turned your camera on, you could see Jeno audibly gasp.

“You look beautiful.” Jeno said.

“Thank you.” you answered, careful not to seem too obvious.

Bigdickcity: who the fuck is that?

Jeno_Yes: A friend. I hope you don’t mind.

Bigdickcity: nope

Jen_Yes: 27

Cloverz: 27? Is that the number of women you’ve slept with??

Bigdickcity: that’s the number of times he can orgasm in one sitting.

Jen_Yes: I wish 

  You looked at the 27 on the screen. Apartment 27. You could see it in your mind now. He was one floor below you, a little to the left. You looked down at your lap and felt the excitement brewing. 

“I’ll be right back.” you said.

5050: she is always disappearing

Bigdickcity: Jeno can we see your masturbate today

  You turned off your webcam, watched the screen go dark and lurked a little longer. Jeno still sat in his chair, drumming his fingertips across the desk. You brushed your fingers affectionately across his face before shutting your laptop.

  The walk to apartment 27 felt strange. You stood on his floor mat looking around, his floor feeling foreign to you. You knocked on the door and waited, smiling as soon as Jeno opened his door.

“Hi,” he said. “Come in.”

 The vibe to his place was less bachelor and more grown man who took care of his shit. You could see a few plants as you walked to his bedroom, his layout identical to yours. The only difference was the smell, his whole place smelling just like him. 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been holding onto my arm.” he said.

  You pulled away, embarrassed that you were clinging onto him. Jeno held the side of your head and pressed his forehead against yours. The moment was sweet and made you feel grounded. When he pulled away, you pulled him back by his wrist.

“I haven’t…” you began to say.

  Jeno’s smile was patient. He took your hand and rubbed the back of it again. Instead of feeling comforted like any normal person, you were feeling horny.

“I know you haven’t done this before,” he said. “It’s okay. You can pretend like they aren’t here. It’s easy money that we’ll split, and it’s fun.”

“No,” you said. “That’s not it. I haven’t had sex in a long time. I’m not sure I’m...good.”

“Oh.” he said.

“I mean I’m not…”

 Your mouth couldn’t get the words out. You could feel the hysteria bubbling up, the very idea of fucking him in front of a camera making you feel terrified. Sensing your distress, Jeno made you sit down and gave you a glass of water. 

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.” 

You nodded. “I want to do it. You’re all I’ve been thinking about since yesterday. The idea of fucking on every surface in here? Very appealing.” 

  Jeno took a sip of your water. You took the time to look for his own sign of nervousness, the way his chest had a sheen of sweat, and how he licked his lips to keep them from being dry. Getting to your feet, you gave Jeno a kiss. He held onto you tightly, his hands on your ass. You could feel both of you getting too worked up. You were seconds away from jumping into his arms and letting him slam you down onto the table and fuck you. 

“Let me show you how it works,” he said. “To ease your mind.”

  Jeno took your hand and led you to his bedroom. As he covered the camera and turned off the mic, your eyes roamed over his set up. It was just as complicated as you thought it was, his whole room looking more like a movie set than a bedroom. Seeing everything laid out so honestly made some of the nerves dissipate. It was like you turned into someone else. You placed your hands over his chest and rubbed him, leaning in for another kiss. You kissed Jeno until he backed all the way into his chair and fell back. You spun him around until he was facing the camera. You leaned down close to his ear and bit down on it, bringing your hands down his stomach until they were over his cock.

“Lets go.” you said. 

  You moved from view so that no one could see you. Watching Jeno switch on the webcam and seeing how everything looked from his side made you feel aroused. Watching him sit in the chair, seeing his potted plant in real life, and anticipating the softness of his sheets and the hardness of his cock made it hard for you not to maul him. 

“Sorry about that, “ he said. “Someone was at my front door.”

 The chat was going wild. He had the sound on for notifications, each ping growing louder and louder. He typed a few words that you couldn’t read from where you were. When he pulled back his chair and looked over at you, you took it as an invitation to climb onto his lap. The lights in your face were bright, but all you could see was him.

“They’re all going crazy for you,” he said. 

Jeno was leaving out the most important part. He didn’t need to say it for you to hear it: And I am too.

 You looked at the chat, the familiar names freaking out about your presence in all capital letters. Normally, in a situation like the one you found yourself in, you thought people would be jealous, but in Jeno’s realm, none of that happened. Straddling Jeno’s lap only made people more enthusiastic. You could see the number of people going up by the minute, and you watched it as Jeno sucked on your neck. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered against you, his voice vibrating on your throat.

  You looked down and kissed him, taking care to bite his lip and pull it with a pop. Jeno looked up at you, his eyes dark. His tongue was laying limply against his bottom lip. You rocked yourself over his lap until he rested his head against the computer chair.

“Are you wearing underwear?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Why?”

“I’m not sure I’m strong enough not to fuck you right here,” he said. “The barrier is good.” 

  You hardly noticed the cameras. Jeno was hard underneath you, his cock waking up  the same time your inhibitions did. You moved against him, the squeak of the computer chair joining the notifications. 

“Not good enough.” he said.

  Jeno lifted you up, his strong body using his thighs to bring you both off the chair. You hung down his body, your toes barely touching the floor. With your arms around his neck, you held on tightly until he dropped you onto his bed, your dress flying up around your waist.

“One moment.” he said.

  He was impatient in the way he adjusted the equipment. You looked over at the laptop broadcasting your body on his bed live. When he fixed the cameras, the angle made it possible to see your body more easily. You stretched your arms above your head and looked at him, but you didn’t see him. You felt his knees on the bed and looked in front of you to see Jeno straddling you, leaning down to press his chest against yours. You made out, his tongue playing with yours, and his hands wandering up and down your sides. He pulled up your dress until it was up to your neck. You looked over at the camera, but he used his finger on your cheek to pull you back to him.

“Don’t worry about them, “ he said. “It’s just me and you.”

  Jeno kissed the top of your breasts spilling out of your bra. He used his fingers to pull the cups down, revealing your nipples. He used his tongue to lick and tease you, smiling ever so lightly when you squirmed underneath him.

“You taste sweet,” he said.

  He kissed down your stomach, looking up to see your reaction the lower he went. You wanted him to go lower still, to cover his mouth over your pussy and not come up for air until you had come several times. But Jeno took it slow, climbing back up your body to kiss your neck, the underside of your arms and your mouth. 

“She’s so wet.” Jeno said, making eye contact with the camera.

  He sat up and examined the front of your panties. He didn’t need to tell you how wet you were, but hearing him describe it was hot. Jeno thumbed you, his nail hitting your clit in a way that made your body jerk. 

“You really are so beautiful aren’t you?” he asked.  “And sexy.”

  Jeno palmed his cock, looking down at the way the tip of it was nearly caught in the waistband of his sweatpants. He moved his hips around and moaned from the friction. You watched him, your hand touching your breasts. You wanted to feel him, to feel anything he could offer. Jeno could sense how needy you were, his eyes raking over your body and the rough way you handled yourself. 

“What should I do?” he asked the audience. “Do I give her what she wants and fuck her? Or do I make her wait?”

 You didn’t turn your head because you wanted to be surprised. Jeno was watching the chat, his hand stroking his cock over his sweatpants. You watched his stomach suck in air, rising and falling every time he touched himself. 

“5050, I like the way you think.” he said.

  You brought your legs up to place your feet on the mattress as Jeno approached, but he took your calves and put them back down. He yanked you to the edge of the bed and spread your legs. He touched your soaked underwear again, poking his finger in where your hole was. 

“You all need to see this.” he said. 

  Jeno walked across the room and pulled a small camera off a shelf. He had planned so well for it that all he had to do was turn it on and the audience saw exactly what he was showing them. You saw your body wide across the screen, the imprint of your pussy lips against your underwear. You couldn’t stop looking at the feed, watching his fingers slip underneath them to touch you. He pulled your panties until they were a string that got caught between your lips. 

  You gasped and Jeno heard it. He held the camera up to see your facial expressions. You looked into it and blinked . Jeno put the camera back to himself, the footage going down his rock hard abs until they got to the tip of his cock hanging out of his sweatpants. He freed himself, bringing his pants and underwear down his legs and stepping out of them. 

5050: I guess we’re all going to cum together tonight.

Cloverz: Already have

Bigdickcity: yeah uh me too.

  Jeno’s cock in his hand drew your attention to him. Your eyes swept over his thick length, to his sexy hands, and then at the veins roping up his arms. He was sturdy, his body meant to withstand the most rough fucking. You used your legs to pull him forward, wrapping them around his waist. Jeno pushed your thighs apart hastily. The camera was all over the place as he found the right angle. He took his cock and rubbed it against your pussy lips. You watched him quietly, leaning up on your elbows for a better view. Jeno placed his cock underneath the twisted fabric of your underwear, right between your pussy, and thrusted. The sounds that came from his mouth made you lean your head back in ecstasy. Your dress had fallen back down and was pooling at your waist. You tore it impatiently over your head and laid back down on the bed, stilling yourself every time the tip of his cock hit your clit.

“Fuck me.” you whined.

  If Jeno didn’t stop himself, he would come earlier than expected. Your body was shaking, so you knew the feeling well. Jeno removed his cock from beneath your underwear and got down on his knees. He rested his hand against your knee, the angle of the camera a little too awkward. He started eating you out, his lips disappearing inside you. You leaned up again to take the camera from his hand.

 Jeno looked up, his lips moist. He made eye contact with the camera as you were pulling it away to get a better shot of him eating you out. He went back to it, his eyes never leaving the lens. His nose was nudging your clit every time his tongue went lower, the wideness of him taking its time to reach every part of you. You played with his hair, tugging it just to hear him grunt. The notifications from the chat room were slowing down and seemed to match the speed of the way he was licking you.

 Jeno didn’t stop. You came once, twice, and let your body fall back onto the bad limply, the camera dangling from your hand. Jeno took it back and showed the audience how easily you had come undone from his tongue. He showed them how his fingers looked sinking inside of you, and how wet you truly were. You couldn’t stop orgasming, couldn’t stop thrashing around. When he was done, he kissed up your body until he found your lips. The camera was forgotten on your bed, the feed cut out but the mic still on.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

  You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Jeno laughed and kissed your throat. You held onto his back as he removed your bra and let his mouth suck on your nipples.

“I want to come so bad.” Jeno said.

  Jeno leaned forward, stretching his body over you so that he could turn the regular camera back on. His cock was in your face, so you licked him, taking the tip of him into your mouth. Jeno let you taste him, holding his body up in a plank, his muscles shaking as you swiped your tongue against him. Drawing back, Jeno went back down your body. When he got to the edge of the bed, he flipped you over onto your stomach. Your underwear was hanging halfway off your ass. Jeno kissed your ass, using his teeth to nibble on your cheeks. He took your underwear in his mouth and brought them off of your body. When he was done, he parted your legs and rubbed your pussy from the back. You buried your head into his mattress as he inserted his fingers inside of you. Your legs were shaking, your body desperate for him to keep you calm, to meet you with his cock. 

“Only a little longer.” Jeno said.

 You could hear the condom wrapper. He rolled it down his cock swiftly, not wasting much time in entering you. The first stroke knocked the air out of your lungs. He pressed down on your lower back, pulled out and rammed into you deeper. Getting into a rhythm was easy, but acting for the cameras was difficult. Both of you were feeling in a frenzy, the only thought being how good you felt together. You lifted your feet into the air so that Jeno could hold onto them as he took you from behind. You looked at the camera and looked back at him. In that moment, he seemed to remember where he was. He leaned over you and fucked you harder, banging his body into yours. You clawed at his sheets and moaned, shifting your body to the side to change positions. Jeno didn’t stop the pace, just went with it, his cock stretching you out.

  He didn’t warn you when he was going to come, but you could recognize his face. You stopped closing your eyes, stopped looking up for the camera and focused on him. You hadn’t orgasmed, but it didn’t matter. Feeling him still inside of you, the tightening of his cock before he came, was enough. You wanted to feel him inside you more than anything, and the barrier of the condom took that away. When Jeno was done, he disappeared and disposed of the condom. Coming back, you were sitting up on his bed. You took his cock and started jerking him off. He was tired, his eyes hardly able to see you.

“Lay down.” you said softly.

  Jeno replaced you on the bed. Watching what he was doing made you feel like a pro. You took the little camera from where Jeno had left it and switched the feed. He watched you with awe, his arms fanned out across the sheets. You showed the audience what you were seeing, the man beneath your body, his kind face looking blissful after he had spilled his load. He smiled and took the camera from you to turn it around and show your face. You covered your eyes and reached down to jerk him off. Jeno moaned, raspy short sounds that got louder every time you touched him. 

“You’re sensitive.” you said. 

  You moved down his body and took him into your mouth. You tried keeping eye contact with the camera like he did when he ate you out, but you wanted to look at his pretty cock without interruption. You explored him with your lips, the thought of knowing he had been inside of you making you desperate to have him there again. You took Jeno’s cock as far as you could take it, the head of it dipping into the back of your throat. Jeno placed the camera on his stomach and gripped the sheets, pulled his head back and grunted.

 You didn’t want him to come in your mouth. You got up and straddled him, taking the camera and showing them how you stroked him underneath your pussy. You rubbed yourself over him back and forth, holding his cock against you, and letting him go crazy from the feeling.

“Can we fuck without the condom?” you asked. 

  Jeno nodded frantically. You didn’t wait. You picked yourself up and sunk down onto him, the camera getting everything. He watched the feed, his eyes widening every time you went down again. You rode Jeno hard, not stopping to give him a break. He gripped your waist and looked you in your eyes as you came, your body slowly and shaking over him. 

“That’s it baby,” he said. “Use me.”

  You relaxed against his length, all of him still stuffed inside you. You wanted more. You kept fucking your body on him, using him to orgasm over and over again. When you were done, you rested your body against Jeno’s chest.

“Well that was..” he said, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah..” you agreed.

5050: pretty sure i am gonna be alone forever

Cloverz: I have never cum that hard in my life.

Zone5: FUck

My cat neighbour | pjm

Fair enough. Weirder things had already happened to you, like that time you swore to have seen a shadow vanish in the corner of your room. Odd? Indeed. Impossible? Not quite. Buzzfeed? Unsolved. However, the fact that the cat you had seen settling down near your flat was actually a human—a hybrid, as he had stated—was certainly a bit too much.

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Word count: 6k

Warnings: well if you’re not into hybrid smut (although i can grant you that all genitals and erotic zones addressed in this story are 100% human) then you probably shouldn’t read this. Anyways, this is a mess, i don’t even know what is this supposed to mean. Ended up being kinkier than i expected. Don’t look too deeply into it. Please. My therapist will be really disappointed if she ever finds out.

Also: some doctor who-shaming. Sorry, i hate cheesy sci-fi.

# cat hybrid!jimin, dom!reader, animal rut as a poor excuse to indulge in my kinks, dry humping, overstimulation, masturbation, nipple play, lactation kink, praise kink, Jimin really hasn’t grasped the concept of ‘non-pregnant women’s breasts don’t produce milk’, impregnation kink, vaginal sex, ‘mommy’ and ‘kitten’ as part of my big fat kink, of course.

After all those years, you were decided to put your life together and stop being a nuisance for society. No more partying until the next afternoon, no more sleeping around and not stepping on your apartment for days. You’d become the best, most responsible version of yourself from now on.

Why, people might ask you? Well, the reason was a pretty ball of blonde fluffy fur you had bumped into a few days ago.

You two had first met the day you caught him sneaking through the window into your kitchen, having probably smelled your delicious food from the street. As everyone in the neighbourhood knew, the colony cats used to gather at the end of the backstreet to share the food they found, so you assumed that was the reason why the cute kitten had shown up in your kitchen.

You fed him some turkey and fresh water, and he ate and drank plenty. The little cat didn’t look too dirty, nor too famished. It’d probably been abandoned by its owner not so long ago, and the thought made your heart ache.

“Do you mind if I pet you, kitten?” The cat meowed, looking at you with its big, black eyes, and rubbed its head against your hand. “Oh! You’re a smart little guy, aren’t you?”

However, the cat ran away shortly after, and you rushed to dress up for work, the hangover from last day still lingering.

The next time you saw it, it was raining cats and dogs, no pun intended, so you invited it in, towelled it dry, and fed it the leftovers of your dinner. It was dark and cold outside, so you also pitied it and allowed him to sleep with you on your bed. Its purring sang you to sleep.

By the time you woke up, the kitten had already disappeared from your embrace, so you got out of the bed to look for it, worrying about whether it had been caught by one of your neighbours’ evil kids to torture it. Kids nowadays were merciless, or at least so were the ones you had met around the block. Besides, your maternal instinct was less than alive.

“Kitten?” you called, leaning out of the bedroom door.

You heard a mellow meowing from the kitchen and saw it sticking out his tongue as it drank the running tap water, too engrossed in it to bother to look at you.

“Kitten! How did you turn it on?”

The cat only jumped off the counter and headed back to your room, so you let it go and followed it, giggling at its strange behaviour. Animals could be so weird sometimes. It had already claimed its spot on the bed, so you simply laid down next to its warm, purring body, and covered you both with the blankets, kissing it good night.

Minnie, as you had named it, kept coming back every once in a while, probably when the weather was too cold and there was no food on the streets. However, you began to wonder if Minnie really was a stray cat, for it looked quite healthy and well-fed, and always seemed to come from the same place—the flat next to yours.

It often came over for food and to shelter from the rain, but the kitten ended up demanding cuddles, since it started to stay the night almost every day, falling asleep curled up on your chest, although its purring and warmth weren’t really helpful when you already struggled to wake up in the morning.

You felt during the night something heavy resting on your chest, some pointy furry ears tickling the tip of your nose, making you giggle in your sleep. Someone was breathing against your exposed cleavage, but you were both sleep and sex-deprived, and your dried-out brain induced you into believing that it was just a dream. Enjoy it while you can, you horny bitch, it told you.

It was the first time you’d had the chance to sleep next to someone in weeks, even if it was just your mind playing you dirty, so you moved to face your inexistent lover, put your leg over his apparently naked thigs, and pulled him into your chest while your hand scratched gently the back of his neck down to his lower back.

Cuddling a boy in your lucid wet dream felt kind of fucked up, but who would find out? The stray cat sleeping next to you that had probably already snuck into your kitchen to steal away your low-fat turkey leftovers? Nonsense.

You kept caressing the soft hair, nuzzling his neck. It was quite vivid to be only a dream, as clear-headed as you felt. Drowsiness had slowly abandoned your body to leave room for the warmth coming from the stranger’s skin, and you couldn’t help rubbing your lower half against him when you felt something hard pressing on your belly.

“Mo-mommy.” A fucking whimper.

Hell, your mind really hated you. How dare it use the mommy kink against her master and commander? I’ll force it to binge watch Doctor Who for twenty hours straight. Let’s see if it survives to the worst show ever created.

Listening to your peaceful humming, he tensed under your palm’s brief touch, fingers caressing his belly hair, close to his already hard and wet dick, but not close enough. Your hand, your fingers, they were only a teasing presence, the shadow of what it would feel like. The other hand ghostly roamed around the shadow of his left nipple, reminding him how close he was—to you.

You felt a weight sink the mattress as he turned on his own body, pulling the dripping hardness away from your belly.

But you didn’t let him go. The hand caressing his nipple went up to the back of his neck, and you tangled your fingers in his hair. A weak ‘mommy’ came out of his lips again, and this time you felt his hand travelling down his torso to his dick.

“Mo-mommy, sorry, I-” You heard a continuous wet rubbing sound and a mellow voice. “I-I’m sorry.”

The bed was quaking under the increasingly frantic movement of his hand. You could feel against your chest how his breathing began to quicken as he tried to swallow down his little whimpers, but then your fingers came back to one of his nipples and you pinched it, tearing a delicious moan away from his lips.

The boy choked on his spit as he spoke. “I-I’m close. Sorry, ah, mommy, I’m so sorry-I… I-”

He did his best to keep his load shot away from your skin, trying to focus on the grip of his hand instead of the way his hips were thrusting into nothing in an attempt to handle the pleasure of his sneaky orgasm.

When you felt his breath calming down against your chest, you moved your hand to his half-spent dick, a smile creeping on your lips as you felt your fingertips getting dirty with his cum. Then you took its length, softly, gently, eyes still closed, far away from the darkness of your room, and pumped it. The boy whined, nuzzling the beginning of your breasts while his hips followed the pace of your hand.

“Mommy, ple-please,” he begged, almost sobbing, “I’m gonna-I’m gonna come again.” But with his whispered pleas he was not asking you to stop. “Mmh, ngh! Coming, mama! I’m coming!”

This time, some of his semen ended up streaming against your skin, although it took him a few seconds to realise it. Horrified, the boy stared at both your cum-stained hand and belly, and moved his shivering thighs to the other side of the bed to get out.

That was the end of your dream, and you were fairly weirded out when you woke up.

However, you were pissing yourself, so you ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to enjoy one of your favourite parts of your morning routine—staring at nothing while you started feeling how your ass goes numb against the cold porcelain of your toilet.

When you turned around to fetch the toilet paper, you were faced instead with a lonely cardboard tube, so you grabbed it, frowning, and threw it in the trash with a jerky move. “I wish I had a flatmate I could blame for these things.”

After you peed and flushed the toilet, you headed to the kitchen to get yourself your daily dose of caffeine and, perhaps, let Minnie have some of your skim milk. It had apparently been craving it for a few days now—the brat let you know yesterday, after it knocked down your mug as it tried to drink before you even had the chance to pour coffee in it.

“Minnie!” you called, “Pspspspspsps!”

Your heart ached at the thought of losing your kitten. Yes, it was not yours, and its name probably wasn’t even Minnie. But you couldn’t deny that taking care of it had made you feel something that you never thought you’d be able to—the desire of nurturing, of spoiling and babying your kitten.

The kitchen window was half opened, cold coming through it, waving the white curtains. Perhaps Minnie had gone out to come back to the colony.

It was nine in the morning. With that in mind, you grabbed a coat after putting on the first trainers you spotted and opened the door to the hall, hoping to bump into any of the old ladies that fancied doing the grocery shopping as soon as the convenience stores opened their doors. And you were lucky that morning—Mrs Oh, the middle-aged woman who lived across the hall, had just closed the door behind her.

“Madam! Excuse me, Mrs Oh, have you perhaps seen a yellow cat around the building? Not too big, with dark eyes. It looks healthy and well-fed.”

The woman pressed her lips together. “Oh, miss, I haven’t. I just got out. Did it get lost tonight?”

A clattering sound grabbed your attention, and you turned around to see one of your neighbours rushing to get his keys to open the door of his flat.

It was Park Jimin, the boy next door. Handsome, cute, highly shy. He barely interacted with the rest of the neighbours but was always willing to lend a hand if someone needed him to. Despite his casual clothing, you found yourself horrified by the ugly hat covering his head. It was too big, too wide, and too tall.

“Yeah,” you muttered, completely heartbroken.

“Was it your cat?”

You frowned. “Yes… Yes, it was short of my kitten.”

“I didn’t know you had any pets since you’re always going in and out of your flat…” As much as you were fond of Mrs Oh, she tended to be quite gossipy and nosy, so you cut her off with a brief and sad ‘thank you, anyway’ and turned around. “Perhaps Mr Park knows something! Do you, sir?”

You noticed Park Jimin had been eavesdropping your entire conversation with Mrs Oh, cheeks all flushed and shiny dark eyes. A fatal jerky jolt of his fingers made him drop the keys, startled when he saw the two of you staring at him, so he bent down to pick them up and used those seconds to think about what on earth he could add in a situation like that.

“Yes?” stuttered the boy, looking at you with his elusive eyes. His voice sounded awfully familiar.

“Miss Y/L/N’s kitten got lost. Have you seen it, sir?”

“Now that I think of it,” you suddenly said, “Minnie prowled your door quite often, Mr Park. It’s a yellow kitten, small, really cute, with dark eyes. You must have seen him.”

Jimin shook his head, looking down to the floor. He was chewing on his bottom lip. “Minnie?” The boy finally tilted up his chin to stare at you, but soon looked back at your hands. “I haven’t seen your… kitten, sorry. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

“Thank you so much,” you breathed. Even if Park Jimin hadn’t seen your baby Minnie, he was willing to lend a hand, as always. “Don’t hesitate to ring if you find out anything, Mr. Park. I live next door.”

“I know.”

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, but thanked him anyway for his help and headed back to your flat, sad and depressed that you couldn’t spend your lazy Saturday with your kitten. How you wish you could hold Minnie in your lap to pet and pamper it! You were even willing to stay at home for the rest of the weekend, too, instead of going and painting the town red.

Honestly, you had lied—you weren’t going to torture your own mind watching Doctor Who. You simply chose an uninteresting movie to fill the silence of your living room while working on your laptop.

Every once in a while, you turned your head to check if Minnie had come back: the window was still open, inviting, and you thought about leaving on the counter a bowl with your favourite skim milk to lure the kitten into your den, but you didn’t even know if it was around.

Almost an hour later, someone knocked on your door. The knocking was gentle and patient, so you moved to the entrance of your flat with much curiosity and looked through the peephole.

“Mr Park!” you said, opening the door, “God, did you find my Minnie?”

Jimin looked down for a second before gathering the courage. “I… I’d like to talk to you. May I come in?”

You hesitated. Yes, Park Jimin was your cute neighbour, the handsome boy that lived next door, but he was practically a stranger either way. What if he was a psychopath who was using your kitten to break into your flat, tie you up, and kill you—in the best scenario?

“Please,” he insisted with a weak voice.

“I don’t know, Mr Park. I barely know you.”

“It’s about… your cat. I need to tell you something, but I-I can’t do it out here. Anyone could see me—that’s not helping, is it? Please, Y/N, I wouldn’t even dream of hurting you.”

“Alright.” With a deep sigh, you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into your flat, only to turn around yourself to press your back against the door, hand already gripping knob, ready to turn it at any time in case you needed to run away. “Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

Jimin stood in the middle of your living room in silence, not so sure about the best way to tell you. You wouldn’t believe him if he used only his word, he had to show you, somehow, but your gaze was too sharp, too intense for him to focus on anything that wasn’t your eyes. So, the boy simply closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and bit his bottom lip.

“It’s me,” he said, “I’m Minnie.”

“What?”

Your hand slipped from the doorknob, making you trip onto the floor, although you managed to keep yourself on both of your feet. By the time you looked up, Minnie the kitten was standing in front of you, staring at you over a pile of clothes—the clothes that Park Jimin had worn just a few minutes before.

You scoffed. “So, this was a bloody prank? Go to hell, Park Jimin, or whoever planned this, and take your cat with you.” It’d be stupid to deny that you sounded hurt. You were. Minnie, your kitten, your baby, was only part of a bigger trick. Where could the cameras be?

But Minnie meowed to get your attention, and you had to fight the urge to take it in your arms and kiss it.

“Mr Park?” you called. The flat was silent, except for the kitten, which meowed again. “No,” you laughed then, scoffing again through your nose, sceptical. “You must be joking. It can’t be…”

With more meowing—that sounded a little bit impatient now—Minnie grabbed the clothes piled under its paws with its fangs and dragged them behind the kitchen counter, protected from your wide-open eyes. You were still trying to process everything, but it was undeniable that there was conscience in Minnie. When he looked at you, he saw you.

A few moments later, Park Jimin peeked over the counter. His big, rounded eyes shone through the blue morning mist, but you were not standing there to admire his features, his luscious lips, his little frame hidden behind the countertop. On the contrary, you approached him with cautious steps and confirmed that the kitten was nowhere to be seen.

What struck you most was the ugly hat clenched in his hands. Now that it was not covering his head, it was easy to disguise the two furry, pointed yellow ears camouflaged in his blond hair.

“You are a cat?” you mumbled, completely astonished.

“A hybrid,” he corrected you, “I can take the form of either a cat or a human, but I’m a hybrid… And this-this can make interactions a little bit weird for us, so I understand if you… I thought you’d be horrified if you found out since, hm, what happened last night.”

“So it wasn’t a wet dream!”

Jimin started fidgeting as he talked, and you swore, he was too cute for your own good. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you since you moved in, but you always seemed so… busy. Thought you’d only have me around if I was a cat.” His cheeks were blushing with a bright red. “Guess I’m braver when I’m your Minnie.”

“That’s why you kept coming around? Because you wanted to be with me?” you asked, still not quite sure how you wanted to feel about it.

“Yeah. I know it sounds creepy but-”

“That’s actually really cute. Awkwardly cute,” you laughed, “Aw, Minnie, come hug mommy.”

There was nothing but innocent intentions in what you said, in the way you addressed yourself, but Jimin couldn’t help shuddering when you surrounded him with your arms, crawling him into your chest.

You noticed how he took a deep breath against your neck, completely embarrassed. “I’m so sorry that I-I touched myself. I’ve been getting my rut these days, but I was trying to control it! I swear I’m more than happy with your kisses and your cuddles, but then you were—shit, I know it wasn’t your fault, it was mine, but-”

You took him out of your embrace so that you could look at him better and have him pay attention to you instead of wrapping himself up in a chaos of apologies and stuttering.

“Jimin,” you cut him off, “I appreciate that you’re apologising, but you don’t have to worry.” The boy hopefully tilted his head up. “You don’t.”

Actually, it was you the one who felt like shit. While Jimin was nothing but the victim of his own natural instincts, your biological functions, unlike his, were less than dead loss when it came to reproduction per se. Technically, it was you the one who took advantage of his needs, no matter how asleep you were.

Pressing him again against your chest to calm him down, you sort of felt something, and you couldn’t help the smirk that crept on your lips.

“Are you hard?”

He looked down at his crotch and nodded as he looked up back at you, a cute pout on his lips.

“You can’t help it, can you, kitten?” Your hand rose to his pointy furry ears and caressed them with the utmost delicacy, not wishing to disturb him or hurt him in any way, but still wanting to make him feel calm around you. It was a familiar touch for Jimin already, your hands on his head. “It must be bothering you.”

“I-It’s okay, mommy, I’m fine. It’ll go away,” he mumbled.

“Why don’t you use my bathroom to take care of it?” Jimin stared at you with his eyes wide open and a wild blush taking over his cheeks. “Go ahead, don’t be shy. You said it’s a natural reaction so, proceed. Don’t mind me.” And, in order to add more solidity to your offer, you pointed at the bathroom door with both hands.

His way to the bathroom was awkward, at least for him.

While Jimin was sometimes prey to his natural instincts, that didn’t mean he didn’t have proper sexual desires. You were the living proof of that. He wanted to be yours, yours—he wanted you to hold him while he merged into you and whisper to him what a good kitten he was. He wanted to feel you close. He wanted you to touch him where it hurt and kiss him and pet him and nurture him and love him.

When Jimin went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, he knew perfectly well that it wasn’t right, just like last night, when he let himself go against your warm touch. He was taking advantage of your maternal instincts towards him and was betraying your trust with his silence.

And it felt so good, and so wrong, pulling down his trousers and pants, freeing his already wet and hard dick. You had told him that you’d be in your room, in case he needed anything. But all he needed was you.

Meanwhile, you had decided to work on your bed, much more comfortable than your couch, hoping to get away from the moaning and groaning you heard coming from the bathroom. What the bloody hell were you thinking about when you told him he could touch himself there? Now you’d have to deal with the wet fabric of your underwear and the empty feeling in your crotch.

Jimin let out a moan, louder than any other sound you had ever heard from him. “Shit, shit-!” This was so fucked up. You were so fucked up. Your brain wouldn’t survive if he kept moaning and whimpering and whining like that. “Mmh- Mommy, p-please!”

“Minnie?”

You wondered why he was calling you so suddenly. What if he had accidentally hurt himself? You couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d be calling for his mommy—you really shouldn’t think about that.

The door was ajar when you arrived at the entrance of the bathroom, and all the lights were on. It was impossible to avoid staring at him and his figure in front of the mirror, moving frantically at the rhythm of his hand. If Jimin had not yet finished, he was close. Like a kid who kept mumbling ‘just one more sweetie’, you couldn’t rip your eyes off him. ‘Just one more look’.

Jimin turned around, leaning his back against the counter, unashamedly showing himself to you, his invisible audience. A high-pitched whimper came out of his mouth as his thumb stroked the sensitive tip of his dick.

Instead of reacting appropriately and hiding behind the wall, your body froze up as your mind looked for an excuse for why you were standing there, watching him touch himself in your bathroom even though you had ‘allegedly’ granted him privacy.

Sorry, I thought you were calling me.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you realised that Jimin had not flinched from your presence, continuing with his ministrations. He hadn’t noticed you—he was too engrossed on the way his fingers felt around his cock to do so.

His pointy ears twitched in your direction. “Hmf, please, so good,” he groaned, throwing back his head to flex on his thick neck. It would look amazing with your hands or a collar around it.

But then he looked at you through his narrowed eyelids, and it clicked.

Jimin was putting on a show, bending his back and softening his grip on his dick so you could see his angry red tip. He was putting on a show for you to see. To test you. To challenge you, tease you, dare you to come and take him. And, Lord have mercy, you fell into his trap.

“Were you calling for me, kitten?” you asked from the doorframe.

He nodded eagerly. “It’s not enough, mommy. Can’t cum.”

You looked down at his cock, caged between his short fingers, as you approached him. It was a game, and perhaps he was asking you to play along, but you needed to be sure that he wanted you to ravish him.

As far as he was concerned, he wouldn’t make the first move. He wouldn’t ask for anything, not even your hand. Jimin wanted you to go to him, because it was worth it only if you wanted him. And to get it, the kitten knew he had to lure you in.

But you could play that game, too—Park Jimin wasn’t the only one who knew which buttons to push and which strings to pull to drive someone crazy. If he wanted to push you beyond your limits and make you go feral, he’d have to work for it and bear with the consequences.

“Not enough? What isn’t enough, Minnie? I won’t know unless you tell me,” you muttered, stroking the tip of one of his furry ears.

Jimin soon understood the way you were going to play, and it was hard for him to keep a smirk off his face as he continued to move his hand up and down his dick. “My hand, mommy. It’s not enough, doesn’t feel right.”

“How so?”

“Your puss-shit!” he finally moaned. You felt his warm, unbridled breath on your cheek as he pressed his chest against yours. “Your pussy, mommy, I need your pussy, I need to be inside of you and fill you up, spill it into your womb so good! Please, let me, mommy, I need-”

You cut him off. “You need it, don’t you? You can’t help it. You’re so naughty, Minnie, wanting to fill me up…”

“So naughty,” he parroted out of breath.

In your defence, you couldn’t say it’d be easy for you to deny him anything at this point, given how damn wet you were or the way you were throbbing down your belly. Hell, Minnie had ended up having the upper hand, the lusty kitten. His lewdness was unquestionable. He could ask you the world and you would give it to him.

“Poor little thing. Since you can’t help it,” you agreed.

Jimin could have your pussy, but you knew that, eventually, it wouldn’t be enough, and that he would ask for more, but he’d have to play on your terms.

“Let’s go to my room.” Taking his hand, you lead him to your bed. “Oh, kitten, there’s no need,” you said when he started taking off his trousers. “I know it’d be embarrassing for you. Keeping them down to your thighs will do. You don’t have to take off your jumper either.”

The disappointment that shone momentarily in his eyes tasted like honey.

He couldn’t argue with you, no matter how much he wanted to beg you so you’d let him strip for you. “O-okay…”

Just as he was not surprised to see that you had no intention of taking off more clothes than necessary either. Jimin crawled in silence across the mattress to you as you lay on your back after taking off your pyjama shorts and throwing them somewhere.

It was all fun and teasing and jerking off to turn you on until the boy finally processed the fact that he was kneeling between your legs, dick hard and freed, waiting for you to get rid of your knickers.

“What is it, Minnie?” you cooed. He had suddenly got even redder and his ears were turned back. His dilated pupils were looking straight at you. “We can stop this if you want, kitten, don’t worry. Just tell me and I-”

“I want this,” muttered Jimin.

Smiling fondly, you pet his ears. “Then what is it? Are you nervous?”

The way he nodded, nuzzling your neck in embarrassment, made you move your hands towards his cheeks and pinch them gently, smiling down at him.

You thought for a second what you’d do with your hands. If you followed the lines you’d mapped out for your game, you’d have to keep them still, but that felt sort of weird and, what the hell, you weren’t willing to stoop so low. You wanted to touch Jimin and you would, even if it meant playing his game.

“Ready, kitten?” you asked as you took off your wet underwear.

Encouraging him a bit, your hands then went to his back, nails sinking into his soft flesh to keep him grounded, and Jimin finally gathered the courage to thrust up into you.

You didn’t lie—it took you more effort than you first thought to shut up a groan when you felt the way his dick stretched you out. But you managed, somehow, and that allowed you to hear the little sob that came from his lips as you noticed his whole body going into overdrive and shivering over yours.

This was going to be more fun than you thought.

“Anytime, Minnie.”

Once Jimin bottomed out—which seemed to take a year and half a second all at once—he began to build up a pace that surely wasn’t enough for you, but that you hoped wouldn’t be enough for him, either. He was visibly holding back, teasing your labia with the tip of his dick as he watched your reaction. It was funnier than you expected, seeing him press his lips together every time you showed him nothing but a calm, soft, and encouraging smile.

But even Minnie’s dick had a limit, and you soon felt that he was getting closer to his orgasm. You needed to change your strategy.

“Do you mind if I pet your ears? They’re so soft.”

He’d come straight away if you did. Jimin needed to make you let your guard down first, make you go feral on him, kiss him with your teeth and caress him with your nails and mark him all over and spank his ass. You’d stroke his ears, call him a good kitten, and it’d be over before it could even start.

“May I?”

Jimin shut his eyes. “I-I’ll come if you do it.”

“Isn’t that the whole point, kitten?” you teased him, “Having you come inside my pussy so you can quench your needs.”

“But-” The boy went silent instantly when both of your hands moved to his ears, stroking the tips up and down with the pads of your thumbs. He cried into the curve of your neck, tensing his thighs as a last resort not to come in a flash. “Shit!”

“How long are you going to keep up this game of yours, you naughty kitty?” you asked, moving to grab the back of his neck so he’d look at you, but let go of him, tired.

He breathed against your chest, pressing his nose on the hem of your loose top. “This isn’t a game for me anymore. I’m your kitten, mommy. Claim me—claim me and I’ll be yours. I’ll be your Minnie so you can kiss me and bite me and mark me and-fuck!” Jimin couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into yours, the friction too good and the climax too close. “Fuck me! Fuck me all you want, as hard as you want!”

“Now that’s my kitten,” you smirked.

You only needed a tilt of your head to make him turn both of you over so you could straddle his lap and line up his dick with your cunt. The smirk on your face was indelible, and for Jimin it was priceless.

“I don’t know if I’ll last, mommy.”

Jimin drank from your caress on his cheek as if he hadn’t been touched in years. “You’ll last as long as I tell you to, kitten. Be good for me, will you?”

“Yes,” he groaned.

It was crazy. He had been smelling you from the very first moment, how wet you were, and how impassive you seemed despite rubbing your thighs together every time you thought he wasn’t looking. Jimin knew he could fill that emptiness as soon as you told him to. But he had to get his shit together—thinking about his dick buried deep in your soaking cunt wouldn’t help him hold his load.

Soon enough, you grabbed the hem of your shirt to take it off, making your tits bounce free as you gestured Jimin to follow your example and strip, something he did almost instantly.

“I want mommy’s milk.”

You stared at him in awe, wondering what on earth ‘mommy’s milk’ was. Your skim milk he seemed to love? “Does that mean that you wanna suck my tits?”

“Yeah, I want mommy’s milk,” he repeated, nuzzling your chest as he stared at your perky nipples.

Some cock-warming would do him good to cool down, so you fixed your posture on his lap and grabbed his nape gently to guide his lips into one of your breasts, holding your breath. That one was new for you, but you couldn’t say you were even a bit less excited than Jimin.

He sucked the areola into his mouth, flicking his tongue around your nipple and ripping a moan off your proudly smiling lips. “You’re so good, kitten, drinking so well from mommy.” His dick twitched inside of you and you swore, you heard Jimin whimper against your soft skin. “What was that, Minnie? You don’t agree with mommy? Don’t you believe that you’re doing incredibly well? Because you are, baby. So good to me.”

The kitten had his kinks, just like everyone else.

After taking a deep breath through his nose, the boy wrapped his lips around your nipple again, and you thought for a moment if he really thought milk would leak from your bud at some point.

“I’m gonna-shit, mommy, I’m so close.” His voice was muffled by your skin. “Let me cum, please, let me fill you up, fuck!” You clenched around him when one of your fingers travelled down your belly to rub your clit. You’d only need a minute to reach your climax. “You’re so tight, I can’t hold it! ”

“You will hold it, kitten, or else I’ll use your cum to lube your useless spent cock and fuck myself with it until you’re begging me to stop,” you growled.

That shouldn’t have turned him on even more. It really shouldn’t have. But the moan that came from the depths of his chest gave him away, and Jimin had to use forces he didn’t know he had in order not to cross that limit, so close yet so far, that kept him from coming inside of you.

“I know you can do it, kitten, you’re so good for me already,” you cooed, trying to encourage him, as your voice was getting higher, “Just like that, baby boy, you’re doing so good.”

It hit you like a hammer. You reached that sweet point that unravelled the knot in your belly, making your thighs shiver and your hips push against his, shoving his cock deeper into your cunt.

How he didn’t come despite having you clenching around him so tight, you didn’t know, but Jimin did let you know that he had felt it deep in his bones when his hands grabbed your ass to speed up and shove himself into you, moaning loudly between gasps with his mouth agape.

But you scoffed out of breath, looking down at him, and pushed his chest into the mattress, raising your hips off him. “You’re gonna cum on my terms or you’re not gonna cum at all.”

“Mommy?” he gasped, “What-what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” you growled in his ear, forcing his hands onto the metal raids of your bed headboard. Jimin got the idea instantly and grabbed them, using the grip to propel his hips and thrust up into you. “I’m mounting my pussycat, Minnie. Didn’t you say you were going to fill me up? That you were going to spill all your load into my womb?”

“Yes, yes, please! I’m gonna fill you up so good, mommy, so fucking good!”

God bless this boy’s stamina.

You pushed your hips down his dick with all the strength you could gather. The tip bumped your cervix a few times, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough for you to feel it. Then his cock twitched over and over again, his heavy balls hardened under your ass.

“I-I’m coming, mommy, fuck, harder, please! Hug me, hug me!” he sobbed, you couldn’t help obliging your kitten. Jimin sank his face between your breasts, barely sucking on your skin as he couldn’t close his mouth, and shivered in your embrace, thrusting up erratically into you. “Shit-so good, so tight! Fuck, fuck, hm, yes!”

With a final groan, he spilled his cum into you and shoved it up your cunt to ride out his orgasm before coming down on you, totally and utterly spent by the time you raised your hips off his dick.

But your thighs didn’t betray you, and they let you at least reach the edge of the mattress so Jimin could breathe, away from your suffocating breasts, as much drawn as he seemed to be to them. Then you felt something wet down your belly, and you looked down at your crotch to see cum dripping down your inner thighs.

“Mommy, it’s leaking!” he pouted, lazily sticking a finger in your cunt to keep his load inside of you. It seemed to truly concern him.

“Mommy’s sensitive down there, kitten,” you hissed in response, “You can try and fill her up again tomorrow if you want, but now we should take a nap. You can barely move, baby, and I can see you can’t keep your eyes open.”

Jimin nodded and threw himself onto your mattress. “Promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“You don’t have to work tomorrow, do you, mommy?” You shook your head, lying next to him and covering you both with your bedspread. “And the next day? You always wake up so early on Mondays, mommy.”

You frowned, wondering how on earth did he know that you worked the morning shift on Mondays, but Jimin’s warm arms tangling up around your waist so he could lean his head on your chest made you think that there were weirder things on this world than your cat neighbour knowing your schedule by heart.

He was your kitten now, though—it was better if he knew.

Okay well then!!!! I am very glad and excited to share my most recent idea I had while rereading Yeti Hunting again!! And the new Incubus one too!! They're almost exactly the same idea, just different flavors I suppose. Also Joe is trans in both the ideas but that's less to do with the ideas themself and more to do with just me projecting on him sgfjgsjfhsjdh

Okay so it's like a reverse au so Stern is some kind of cryptid, but as far as Barclay knows they're just two good human friends (but maybe they wanna be a little more than friends...). And then one day Joseph goes into heat and tells Barclay he's sick to try to keep him away, but Barclay being the sweetest man alive goes to his house with fresh soup to take care of him and Joe seems really panicked about Bar being there and tries to make him leave but he is CLEARLY unwell and Barclay is very stubborn when it comes to helping people he cares about and so he plants himself down on the couch and says he's not leaving until Joe tells him what's wrong and Stern tries to hold onto his human form but it's taking too much focus and energy and whoops Barclay finds out his friend not human and currently in distress and so horny it hurts and if he can help his friend and fuck him at the same time, well then that's just a win all around (bonus points if at the end Barclay is kinda sad because he thinks Joe just needed somone to fuck him, not nessacarry Barclay, but Joe frantically assures him that he is SUPER into him and if it were anyone else he would have kicked them the hell out and probably skipped town bc he couldn't trust anyone else with a secret like this).

Or!! (This is where the incubus part comes in) Joe is an incubus and currently hiding out in his human disguise at the Amnesty lodge and it's going fine for a while, but then he starts talking to and getting to know the really hot chef. And they slowly start growing closer and closer. And maybe in this world, the power an Incubus gets from sex depends just as much on their desires as it does the human's. And this has never been an issue for Stern before, but now he's falling for Barclay and wants him and no one else so he's getting less and less energy from his encounters and Barclay is worried about him because he doesn't seem like himself anymore. Almost as if he's... dulled? When Barclay looks at him the blue of his eyes seem muted and his general aura seems... gray. And it all comes to ahead when Joe finally stops insisting he's fine and after dinner one night he asks if he can speak to Barclay privately, and he comes clean about everything and Barclay, while a little shocked, rolls with it very well and cups Joe's face in his hands and kisses him softly and it like,,, you should have come to me sooner, I'd do anything for you,,, and yeah it's really tender,,,,

Okay that's it I'm sorry it's so long and probably incoherent. I tried to use at least little formatting to make it better but it's a tumblr mobile ask, I'm not sure even the new paragraphs will translate over. The general idea is that they're close friends and Stern is Not Human and Barclay finds out under less than ideal circumstances :3 I know these are far from original or unique but I just wanted to share my ideas with you bc you're the inspiration for a good 70% of my private writings, but if you like them enough and ever feel like doing something with them that'd be cool ;3

Here you go! I went with scenario one. Content Note: some “mating” talk and mild subdrop at the end (which is, of course, taken care of)

The two canvas bags are ready to burst. Barclay peers into them, contemplating the addition of another box of tea, in case Joseph doesn’t like the other two. Mama was cagey when he asked, he doesn’t know what’s ailing the other man, only that he’s sick. 

Joseph manages Amnesty Lodge, where Barclays’ been a cook for the last six months. Barclay was initially wary of him; his cosmopolitan bearing and clean-cut appearance is so out of place in the rustic mountain town of Kepler that the logical explanation is he’s one of those city types who fell on hard times and got stuck here. 

It took less than forty-eight hours for him to prove Barclay wrong. Polite and polished, efficient and stunningly good in a crisis, Joseph handles the day to day chaos of the lodge while Mama, the owner, took care of the big picture stuff. His friendly greetings and consistent compliments about Barclays cooking gradually turned to afternoons spent at a table with his work so they could talk during lulls in business. 

When Joseph leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled up, laughing as he helped Barclay tidy the kitchen, the cook rushed headlong into his crush and never looked back. He regularly dreams of blue eyes and a movie-star face, finds his day doesn’t really start until Joseph pokes his head in to say good morning. 

He’s been without that greeting for two days now. Joseph never misses work, and his sudden absence worried Barclay enough that he checked with Mama to be sure the manager was okay.

“Joe’s fine big fella, just under the weather is all.”

The one time Barclay got sick, Joseph brought him tea and soup himself, checked in on him every hour, and--if Barclay’s fever addled brain is to be trusted--fluffed his pillows. It’s the least Barclay can do to drop off snacks and be sure his friend is okay. 

It’s a short drive to cabin Joseph calls home; he used to live at the Lodge, but as it got more crowded, he moved to his own space so those who needed a cheap, safe place to stay could have one. 

His knock on the door is answered by a brisk, “Who is it?”

“Barclay. I, uh, I brought you a get-well gift.”

Joseph opens the door to the cabin and to an entire new universe of fantasies. His normally slicked-back hair falls, relaxed, across his forehead, his loosely tied blue robe shows a tantalizing V of skin, and the dreamy-sleepy expression makes his face even more kissable. 

“Hi.” Joseph takes a step forward, taking the bags and bringing his face achingly close to Barclays’. Then he freezes, reversing into the house, “I, um, it was very sweet of you to bring all this. But you need to go.” He takes another step back, then doubles over with a groan. 

Barclay hurries across the threshold, setting the bags on the floor and steadying him over to the couch.

“Fuck, do you need me to get you like a heat pack, or a puke bucket?”

“No, no I just need to lay down, and for you to g-” he shudders, curling in on himself and tipping sideways. 

“Joseph, you’re really sick, I’m not gonna just leave you here. I mean, fuck, what if it’s your appendix or something?” He sits down next to the shaking man, rubbing his back comfortingly. 

“It’s not, I promise. Oh lord” he whines, looks at Barclay with frantic eyes, “I hope you can keep a secret.”

“Of course I can. Whatever I can do to help, I want to.” 

“Careful with those promises, big guy.” The nickname comes out in a growl as Joseph stands, undoing his wristwatch. 

“Oh FUCK!” Barclay scrambles back, almost falling over the arm of the couch.

There’s a monster where Joseph just was. Years ago Barclay saw a Maned Wolf in a zoo, and he’d swear that’s what he’s looking at now were it not for several glaring issues. First, it’s standing comfortably on two legs. It’s paws are more like hands, able to hold the watch and adjust the collar of its shirt. And he’s never seen a wolf, maned or otherwise, with spines down its back and a whip-like tail.

The creature runs a clawed hand through the fur at the top of it’s head, the way Joseph does when he’s nervous,  “So. I can’t tell you everything, at least not right now. What I can tell you is that this is the form I was born into, somewhere far away from earth.”

“Okay.” Barclays brain grinds like a broken ice machine as a familiar voice speaks to him from a fanged mouth. 

“I, um, I’m what humans call a Chupacabra. To answer the usual questions: no, I’ve never been to Puerto Rico. No, I don’t eat goats. And no, I’m not going to eat you.”

“Okay.” His heart is still racing, but not from fear, which is the most confusing was this could have gone.

Pointed ears flick, worried, “Are you in shock?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He nods as Joseph sits next to him with a heavy sigh. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I took the next few days off to avoid this exact scenario. I figured I wouldn’t see you, but forgot how thoughtful and caring you are.” Claws gently stroke Barclays hair, “my wonderful Barclay.”

He’s about to bring his hand up, cup those strange fingers to his cheek and whisper “always”, when Joseph pulls away. 

“I, I’m sorry. Again. I always get too handsy when I’m in heat. That’s the second worst side-effect, after the fact that being in my disguise is untenable when I’m in the thick of it. It’s like wearing a wet, wool sweater made of nausea.”

“....Hold on, you had to take time off work because you’re horny?” 

“Almost. Heat doesn’t come that often for me, which means whenever it happens, it’s intense. I have a hard time eating or sleeping, I can’t focus, and I spend most of the week masturbating. Which is not as fun as it sounds; I’m not even at the height of the damn thing and last night I humped a pillow on the kitchen floor while dinner reheated.”

Barclay groans, tries to hide it when the ears swivel his way, “Uh, guess I’m glad I brought you lots of food so you remember to eat. Shoulda, uh, put some lube or something in there as well, huh?” 

Joseph chuckles, “My nose tells me you put molasses cookies in there, so I’ll let it slide.”

“There anything else I can do to help?”

“Well…” he shakes his head, “never mind, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Do what?”

“My heat is more manageable when I have a partner. Fucking someone relieves things more effectively than masturbation does. But I can’t-”

“I can help with that.�� The offer is out before his brain catches up with his mouth. 

“Barclay, my kind have a very, um, involved mode of, um, well, I guess you foreplay. As, as much as I’d love for you to be my mate” he winces, “see, that’s what I mean. I say things like that, most of them not even possible given the fact you and I can’t reproduce.” 

“Uh, does it help if I say hearing you call me that is really hot?”

Blue eyes widen, and a tail traces up Barclays leg, “Only if you mean it.”

“I do.”

A narrow, long tongue flicks into the air, “In that case, big guy, how about we have a little planning session over dinner?”

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Barclay parks in the driveway, next to Josephs’ sedan. He heads past the house and down a short slope to a creek, the twilight sky casting the forest in eerie grey-blue. There’s a tire swing leftover from a previous resident, and he idly pushes it back and forth as he waits for the game to start. 

“It’s like hide and seek” Joseph wipes his mouth, cleans cookie crumbs from the table, “We start outside, move inside, and you go as long as you can without me catching you. After all, I want a mate who can hold his own.”

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket to warm them. A yip bounces out from the trees behind him. When he turns, he quickly spots glinting eyes and bared fangs hidden in the undergrowth. 

Sprinting towards the cabin, he realizes Joseph laid a trap for him from the start; by asking him to begin at the creek, he’s forcing him to run uphill to safety, slowing him down. He lets his lizard-brain, concerned only with the fact that something dangerous is chasing him, take over and drive his legs as fast as they’ll go. The back door is locked, he double-checked that on the way down, so he doesn’t waste his time trying it, races to the front of the cabin and slams the door shut just as something huge rounds the corner after him. 

The nob jiggles, his pursuer testing the lock and discovering the thrown deadbolt. Barclay uses those few seconds to secure the windows on the first floor, throws his jacket down into the cellar as a failsafe, and bolts up to the bedroom. His hammering heart insists that locking that door is not enough, so he crawls into the closet and shuts himself up among the meticulously organized shirts and slacks. It’s not enough space for him to stand, so he tucks his knees to his chest and waits. 

“What happens if I, like, completely outsmart you.”

A toothy smile, “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Each of the downstairs windows rattle in turn. Then the scratching starts, claws on wood coming closer with each breath. Joseph is climbing the wall up to the bedroom window that Barclay knows for a motherfucking fact he did not secure. 

A shuff as the window slides open, the cryptid landing with remarkable stealth on the bedroom floor. Barclay tracks him by the light coming under the closet door, his mouth covered so his breathing won’t give him away. The shadow pauses, sniffs, and then the bedroom door opens and shuts. Barclay’s not moving until he hears the front door do the same. 

Just as his legs start to protest being smushed up against his chest, the door reopens. Snuffling signals Joseph closing in, and an instant later the only light coming in is from the far ends of the door. Slowly, his last line of defense rolls to the right, revealing the creature crouching on the other side.

“Not a bad effort, big guy. You actually confused me for a minute with the scent trail of your coat downstairs.” Joseph reaches for him and Barclay, remembering that he’s not supposed to give up until he’s pinned, leans away. 

“That’s how my mate wants to play?”

“J-just following your instructions, babe.”

An intrigued purr, “I guess you are. All the more reason you’re the perfect partner for me.”

The words Barclays dreamed of hearing for months distract from the claws closing around his ankles. He lets out an undignified yelp when Joseph pulls his legs straight out and drags him out of the closet. Once he’s free of the forest of clothing, the cryptid picks him up and drops him on the bed. He moans and Joseph snickers, joining him on the bedspread. 

“Fuck, Joseph, no one’s ever been able to do that before and it’s so, so fucking hot.” He arches his back and shifts his limbs to help Joseph undress him.

“It’s because you’re the perfect size; big and strong, large enough to give me a decent cuddle when I’m human, but still small enough to be an easily subdued mate.” He gets the humans’ jeans and boxers off, hesitates, and then tosses them on the floor with a pained expression, “I’ll fold those later.”

“Gonna hold you to that. Also, wanna point out that it wasn’t that easy to subdue me.”

Joseph nuzzles his cheek, claws caressing his thighs, “Barclay, I was jogging while you were sprinting.”

“You coulda caught me right awaAAy ohwhatthefuck.” Tingling heat glides down his throat as Joseph licks a stripe along the skin, “fuck, it, it feels like the time I tried hot wax.”

The cryptid sits up slightly to look at him, “Is that a...good thing?”

“Fuck yeah. I really fucking liked it but it was fucking murder with the chest hair.”

Joseph runs his claws through the hair in question, “I like it.”

“I know, I saw you eyeing me that one time I used the springs at the lodge.”

“You can’t prove anything.” Joseph leans back down, curling his tongue around Barclays left nipple. The sensation makes him buck his hips, which Joseph correctly takes as a signal for more. He moves to the other side, takes his time teasing it and licking down the sensitive center of Barclays chest. Noses his stomach, nips his sides, and slides the alien heat of his tongue into the crease of his thighs. 

“Y’know I, ohfuck, I assumed from all that talk yesterday you’d get right to fucking me.”

Joseph kisses the inside of one thigh, “I, um, I thought about it, almost ripped your jeans to shreds and took you on the floor. But I wanted to be sure you were turned on. You’re not just a warm body, Barclay. You’re my mate. That means your pleasure matters as much as mine.” He licks up Barclays’ cock, hardened from rubbing against the soft fur of his belly, and sighs, “and what a mate.”

“Fuck” he squeezes his eyes closed because if we watches that mouth saying everything he wants to hear in between sucking his dick, he’ll cum in ten seconds flat. 

A final lick to the tip and then Joseph hops off the bed, “Did you prep the way I told you?”

“Uhhuh.” 

“Good.” Joseph returns, sets several items he can’t see by his feet, “that’ll make things easier. First things first” he produces a cock cage, sliding it into place, “these are a few things I smuggled over from my original home. This is enchanted, so it can go on an erect cock but still prevent the wearer from cumming until it’s removed.”

“That’s just cruel, babe.” He sits up on his elbows to kiss Josephs snout, earning him a pleased yip. 

“If you cum too fast, I won’t be able to properly breed you.” He winces again, “sorry, I sound like one of Indrids romance novels.”

“Again, gorgeous, I find it really fucking hot.”

The spines on Joseph’s back ripple, “You think I’m gorgeous? Like this?”

“I do. Also kinda scary, but in a hot way.” Now it’s his turn to cringe, “see? I sound like cheap porn written by an eighth grader when I’m horny. The way you sound is fine.”

Joseph lovebites his ear, then retrieves the other two items from the end of the bed. 

“And how does this look, big guy?”

“Like it’s either going to kill me or make me cum like a dozen times.” He furrows his brow at the strap-on. It’s narrower than the average human dick, with a pointed, slightly up-curved tip. What’s worrying him are the spikes. 

The entire shaft is coated in short protrusions. They don’t end in points, thank god, but if they’re at all stiff this is going to be miserable. 

“Here” Joseph waves him over, “touch it.” He guides his fingers along one side and the spines bend fluidly under his touch, and now all he wants to know is how they feel inside him. Joseph also moans, bucking his hips so the toy slides along Barclays palm.

“It’s, ohlord, also enchanted so that the wearer feels it as an extension of their body and can cum with it. Also, please decide in the next thirty seconds whether you want to be on your back or your stomach.” Amber pre-cum drips down Barclay’s fingers. 

“Stomach is better for meWHOAH, ohfuck, okay we’re doing this.” Now flipped on his belly, he raises his ass. The cryptid kneads it appreciatively before holding it open and sliding his cock in with once, graceful thrust. 

He bottoms out with a groan, which is more articulate than Barclay is managing to be as the spines rub and glide inside him, finding every patch of nerves, every angle to drag against in just the right way. Joseph hauls him onto his knees and then he’s off, growls and yips filling the as he fucks him. Barclay only just registers the bed banging into the wall so forcefully the headboard is cracking when claws sink into his hips and Joseph pulls him all the way onto his cock and pulses into him. 

“Holy fuck that was fast.”

“I, I didn’t jack off once today. Didn’t want to waste it, wanted to save it all for my perfect mate.” He’s thrusting again, not as hard but twice as fast, “shit, you feel so good, big guy, please tell me Mama okayed your time off for tomorrow.”

“Wh-why are we talkingAHnnn, about this now?”

Hot breath tickles his ear, “Because now that I know what’s like to cum in you, I don’t plan on cumming anywhere else for the next day and a half.”

“Ohfuckme” Barclay groans happily into the pillows as Joseph empties into him, cries out when his tail whips across his calf.

“Shit, did that hurt?”

“No, no it felt good, fucking-A babe every fucking part of you is amazing.”

The cryptid whines, pleased, and wiggles his hips, giving Barclay an idea. 

“That’s, uh, that’s why I want you for my mate, because you’re so fucking goo-mmph” his face presses harder into the pillows as Joseph pins his shoulders down and fucks into him, snarling “yes” over and over again. When he finishes this time he hunches over, nipping Barclay’ shoulders and neck. 

“You catch on quick, big guy.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, are we gonna switch it up at any point or am I staying like this until tomorrow night?”

“No, we can fuck however we want. After” a fuzzy hand rubs circles on Barclay’s abdomen, “I’ve cum in you enough times that I can feel it from out here.”

Barclay moans, tightening around him as his hips snap once more, already imagining being full and fucked out. Maybe it’ll take all night. He’ll be limp if it does, but right now nothing sounds better than melting into the bed while Joseph fucks his ass like it belongs to him. 

After forty-five minutes, his cock is aching, his mind holds only thoughts of how good it feels to do as Joseph tells him, and he’s been cum in so many times that wet, obscene sounds accompany the cryptids thrusts. Said sounds pale in comparison to Josephs’ voice, which is spinning increasingly impossible scenarios the longer they’re in bed. 

“I hope they take after you.” Joseph murmurs. 

Barclay just manages to turn his head, “Who?”

A muzzle playfully nudges his cheek, “Our kids.”

His heart seizes and shakes at the words; they both know that’s not what will happen. Joseph warned him he might say things like this, said he could tell him to knock it off if need be. 

“Maybe they’ll, ahnn, they’ll have big, beautiful brown eyes and bigger hearts, just like you.”

He doesn’t want him to stop. Every thrust hits deeper, every point where their skin meets buzzes brighter when he talks like this.

“H-hope at least one looks like you, blue eyes.”

A guttural whine, tingling heat as Joseph laps tenderly at the back of his neck, “We’ll just have to see, usually we’re born in threes so, soOH, oh I’m close, shitshit” 

“That’s it babe, fill me up, c’mon, c’mon I want it so bad, Joseph, baby, please.” 

There’s a howltrill as cum spurts into him, Joseph panting as he smooths his hand around Barclays side.

“There, that’s done it.”

Barclay whimpers as he pulls out, his mind and body pulled tight, certain that if he doesn’t cum soon he’ll propose marriage instead and that’ll be a fucking disaster. 

Joseph carefully rolls him over and unlocks the cage, “Do you want to cum?”

“More than anything. Oh!” he’s unprepared for Joseph to sink down on his cock, “oh fuck, yeah, wanna cum so bad babe please, I’ll be so good, be such a good mate if you just let me cum in y-fuuuck” A trio of sensations levels him as he climaxes; his vision whites out, his hips jerk more violently than they ever have before, and a line of cum drips down his leg. 

Somewhere far away, Joseph says, “I think we’ve earned a break.”

He nods, body limp as the cryptid climbs off him. Then he’s falling, spinning helplessly down in a pit of realizations. 

Joseph didn’t mean any of those things he said. His friend needed a mate and Barclay, lovesick fool he is, was eager for a chance to play pretend that he didn’t think about what would happen when the game ended. Even if Joseph keeps him here through tomorrow, the next time they meet at the Lodge he’ll act like nothing happened. 

Fuck, Barclay didn’t even get to kiss him during all this, and now he’ll never get the chance, never, nevernever-

“Shit, I should have put a towel or a spare blanket down. Now I’ll have to strip the bed before I can--Barclay? Oh, oh baby, what’s wrong?” A hand pets his face and he turns away from it, refusing to open his eyes. Joseph takes his hand instead, “it’s okay, I’m here, whatever you need I’ll-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. You can’t give me what I need, it isn’t your fault I, I know I’m not really your partner and I, I…” he sniffles, wipes his palm under his eye. 

“Barclay, look at me please.”

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes just in time to see Joseph dip down and kiss him. It’s awkward, their mouths not made to fit together, but he savors it all the same because it’s Joseph, his Joseph, kissing him like he hoped he would. 

“My heat can make me say some ridiculous things. What it can’t do is make me feel affection where none exists. In fact, the reason I wasn’t able to keep my disguise on yesterday is because being near you meant being near the mate I wanted most in the world. I, um, suspected you might share my feelings, but I didn’t want our first interaction as boyfriend to be me asking if you wanted to spend a day or so with me while I was in a sex haze. But then you offered to help, and I wanted it so badly that I barreled ahead without making sure you understood that this was me declaring my feelings. I’m sorry.”

Barclay climbs into his lap, not caring about the mess he makes in the process. The cryptid laughs, hugs him close.

“I, I shoulda said something sooner too. Not that I regret how we spent our first date.” He kisses Josephs chin.

“Me neither, though I don’t think it quite counts.” He rubs their foreheads together, “can your boyfriend take you out to dinner on Friday?”

Barclay grins, looks into loving, blue eyes, “Yeah, he can.”

AU_gust: Can’t believe I got shanked

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CW: Canon typical violence

prompt no 13: Bad Horror Movie

Characters: Lila Pitt, Diego Hargreeves

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

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So Diego’s been seeing this girl.

She’s a little crazy and he’s not quite sure she likes him all that much, but she’s suggested going on the last two of their dates after his brother set them up, so she’s gotta be interested in him somehow, right?

Maybe he should have said no when she decided on going on a hike to a deserted mill in the middle of the woods, but then it had sounded like an adventure and Diego is always up for an adventure and she is also pretty hard to so no to, cause she’s just really… fucking hot.

Lila is her name and right now she’s marching up ahead of him, energetically telling a story about how one time in college she stapled her roommate's gassy boyfriend into his own coat in the middle of the night.

“Why?!” Diego asks, incapable of keeping the laughter out of his voice.

Lila stops abruptly and Diego can just about avoid colliding with her while she turns around to him and says, with annoyance on her face and in her clipped English accent, “‘Cause I couldn’t sleep!”

“Fair enough,” he replies with a shrug, slightly distracted by the cute little crinkle between her eyebrows. “Uhm, are you sure we’re heading the right way back to the car?”

She just gives him another annoyed look in response, turns around again and marches on ahead once more.

To Diego’s complete surprise they do actually make it back to his car, and faster than he expected.

And then they get in and pretty quickly, Diego’s not quite sure how, Lila is straddling his thighs in the front seat and they’re making out like it’s going out of fashion. Even though that came a little out of nowhere, he has no complaints.

He is just in the process of rucking up Lila’s shirt so he can get to the clasp on her bra when there’s a loud scraping noise on the roof of the car and they both jump, Lila almost hitting her head in the process.

“What the fuck was that?” Lila whispers, and the way her breath hits his lips, because they’re still only inches apart from each other, makes Diego want to just forget about the noise and kiss her again. But it was a pretty nasty scrape and he does also really like this car, so he tries to gently nudge Lila off of his lap, so that he can go and check out the sound.

But at first Lila doesn’t budge. “What are you doing?” she asks, disbelief in her voice as he’s trying to shift her with his hands underneath her thighs.

“Was gonna take a look,” Diego says with a shrug as Lila finally budges and clambers over into the passenger seat.

“Are you insane? Don’t you know that you never get out of a car when you hear a weird scrape on your roof… in the dark… in the middle of a forest?” she asks, her voice getting higher with indignation.

“Where’d you get that from?” Diego asks, genuinely baffled at her outburst.

“Uh, every horror film ever made?!” Lila answers, emphatically moving her hands out to the side in a ‘duh’ kind of gesture.

Diego chuckles a little then reaches in between her legs, earns himself another huff of indignation, before she realises that he’s reaching for the glove compartment where he finds his switchblade and says, “Don’t worry about me, I’m armed!” and winks at her as he gets out of the car.

Out of the corner of his eye he watches her cross her arms a little petulantly and mumble, loud enough for him to hear, “Don’t flatter yourself into thinking I care!”

Diego doesn’t want to dignify that with an answer at first, but then leans into the open car door to say with a smirk, “Seemed like you care a little when you were just dry humping my lap!” and is pleased with the way her eyes go wide and she doesn’t have a retort before he manages to shut the door on her.

Diego goes to the back of the car and immediately finds the big scratch across the roof. Fuck! That’s gonna be an expensive paint job.

Then he spots flattened grass leading into the bushes just near them, so, armed as he is, he decides to investigate. He takes a step and then doesn’t take another because all of a sudden the ground tilts upwards and that’s the last thing he notices happening.

-

Diego comes to, not slowly, he wishes he had had that privilege, but no, he comes to all at once. There’s a ringing in his skull that he puts down to being knocked out with a hit to the head. Years of boxing have made that a familiar, if unwelcome, feeling.

There’s also a really sharp sting in his side that is definitely unfamiliar.

Diego decides to open his eyes and what he sees doesn’t actually help much with his confusion.

He’s slumped in the passenger's seat of his own car. The headlights up ahead are showing trees and bushes streaking by in flashes, so he thinks the car must be going at quite some speed.

He turns to the side and sees Lila in the driver’s seat, staring out through the windshield in concentration, one hand on the wheel, the other hand pressing Diego’s sweatshirt against his side.

There is blood soaking into it.

Oh.

“What happened?” He is surprised at how slurred his words are.

Lila turns to him for only a second before she goes back to looking out onto the dirt road up ahead.

“Got out to check on you and saw this guy smash a rock over your head and then he stabbed you with your own dumb switchblade. I saved your stupid life!” she rattles off as if that is a normal thing to say.

“What’d’you do?” Diego asks, not wanting to dwell too much on what happened to him. That thought makes him feel queasy.

“Smashed him over the head with a bigger rock!” Lila says with a shrug.

After a moment Diego mutters, “You do care!” not sure what else to say.

Lila rolls her eyes at him dramatically. And maybe it’s a trick of the light but he thinks he also sees the corners of her lips quirk up a little.

When she catches him staring, she presses the sweatshirt into his side a little harder, making him hiss.

It could be the bloodloss, but Diego thinks he might be falling for her hard.

Hello. Can I just go off-list and prompt you to write what's essentially a session of dry-humping to completion before even making it to bed 👀 because Poe was on a mission and Reader didn't see him for a long time ? (I'm bad 👀 but I love you 😂)

How dare you make me thirsty for my man Poe? Ugh I need it 😤 (18+ pls and thanks!)

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It had been 32 days since Poe had left. 32 days since you'd last gotten to kiss him. 32 days since you'd last been wrapped up in his arms. 32 days since you'd heard his voice.

But now, a long, grueling 32 days later he would finally be coming home. Leia had gotten word to you the night before, as soon as she had received the news from Poe and Finn. While no one technically knew you were dating, everyone knew. Especially Leia...good luck trying to get anything past her.

"Captain," she knocked on your doorway to your office space, a knowing little smile on her face as she watched you working away. Immediately dropping everything, you turned to her with nervous anticipation fluttering through your veins.

"General," you gave her a smile and a slight nod of your head. No matter how long you'd worked with her, or how well you knew her, the powerhouse of a woman managed to make you nervous. It was just something about her...

"I've just received some news that I think you might be interested in," you tried not to appear too eager. Giving her a small smile, you grabbed your data pad and got ready to take notes, "I don't think that's necessary."

"Oh?"

"Commander Dameron will be back tomorrow," there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, "he's expected back in the evening."

"That's..." you tried your best to hide your excitement as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, "that's great news indeed, General. I'm sure everyone will be ecstatic to have them back."

"Hmmm," she commented, giving you a last little smile, "you have the evening off tomorrow."

"General, I-"

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As soon as you'd finished your lunch, you gone down to the hangar, probably over eager and too obvious, but you were buzzing with excitement. Every fiber of your being was being filled with nervous anticipation.

You didn't normally have any work to do in the hangar, so you found little menial tasks to do, pretending that for some reason your help was needed for once. You weren't fooling a single person. The curious little looks and questions that everyone was hounding you with were evidence enough of that.

Opting for vague answers and trying to remain quiet proved to be your best weapon. You ended up getting so absorbed in helping one of the base’s many droids clean and polish an array of blasters, that you kind of tuned the rest of the world out. You were so wrapped up in conversation with the warm and chatty repurposed Imperial droid that you didn't even notice the commotion that was created when the heroes of the hour returned.

It wasn’t until you felt some a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You immediately tensed, ready to fight for your life if you needed to, but the familiar smell that invaded your senses put you at ease before his rich, warm timbre whispered softly in your ear, "hi, sweetheart."

“Poe,” his name escaped your lips before you could even think about it and he was quick to start peppering kisses along your cheek jaw. Normally they were sweet and quick but these....were different. They lingered, they were filled were more hunger and urgency than they normally were. But you quickly snapped back to your senses, “hey, stop, not right here! Everyone can see, you fool!”

“I don’t care,” he insisted, closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of you being back in his arms. He sighed contently as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, “let them see. What are they going to do about it?”

“Everyone already knows,” the droid that you been working, and completely forgotten about in your excitement, looking between the two of you and shook her head, “you aren’t the best secret keepers.”

“See,” Poe’s voice was like thick, warm honey in your ears, “everyone already knows. We don’t have to hide from them.”

“That may be so,” you insisted, turning around to face him. You couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face at the sight; he looked tired, worn out, but he still wore that goofy grin that you had fallen in love with. You put your hands on either side of his face, savoring how soft his olive skin felt under yours. Unable to stop yourself, you gave his full lips a quick kiss, “but I’d prefer to be with you in private...”

Poe didn't need much more convincing than that. He let go out of you, but not before taking a moment to gently touch your face, and giving you a soft smile. Sure, the base was his home, but it was never truly his home until he was with you.

"Let's go then, sweetheart," he agreed softly, taking your hand and starting to lead you away. He waved at a few people that called his name as he walked by, but for the most part his gaze was focused on you, "maker, I've missed you."

"What? Finn wasn’t as good at keeping you warm at night?" you couldn't help but tease him. He loved his best friend dearly, but no, he definitely didn't hold a candle to you.

"It’s just not the same for some reason,” he joked, “he doesn’t like being the little spoon. It’s such a shame, his skin is almost as soft as yours.”

“Poe Dameron,” you giggled at him, just ignoring the two of them bickering like children. They were almost too much at times, and it often felt like you were their mother, trying to get them to settle their little disagreements, “you be nice to Finn!”

“I am,” he promised, holding up his hands as a gesture of surrender, “but...it’s fun to play around with him...again, not quite as much fun as playing with you...”

“You’re the worst,” you bit the inside of your cheek as he opened the door to his room. When he had left, Poe had insisted that you could stay in his quarters and use his bed. At first you had been reluctant, not because of Poe of course, but because you didn’t want anyone to see you going into his space and thinking that you were either being sneaky, or finding out about you as a couple.

But after the first week apart, you had missed him more than anything, and all of his tshirts that you’d stolen had lost their smell. You’d slept in his bed that night and almost every night after that, wearing his clothes to bed and hugging his pillow. It was never the same, but it was enough for now. Enough to tide you over until your lover was back in the flesh.

“You’ve been in here,” he commented, a big grin stretching across his features as you nodded and he closed the door, making sure it was tightly sealed. It would have been obvious to anyone; you’d tidied up the space and made sure everything was clean for his return, including making sure all of his clothes that you had borrowed were washed and his sheets were fresh.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you admitted, an almost shy tone creeping into your voice, “it wasn’t the same without you...so I came in here. It smelled like you in here, it made me feel better. It made sleeping alone easier.”

He gave you a look, a mixture of intense longing and pure adoration before grabbing your face gently between his hands and crashing his lips onto yours. You were surprised, but it took only a moment to respond before you returned his kiss, snaking your arms his neck as he pinned you again the door. It was urgent and feverish, and after not having seen each other for a month, much needed.

Poe’s hands started to wander under your shirt and slowly pushed it up, his hands warm on your skin, causing you to feel like you were burning up. You parted from him for just a moment to let him pull of your shirt and undergarments, the metal of the wall a cool contrast to the fire that was burning deep within you.

“Poe,” you murmured against his lips as his large hands found your breasts and he started kissing along your jaw and neck. Normally you’d chastise him for being so rough and careless, not wanting any left over marks littering your skin. But you were so beyond caring at this point, you wanted him, and you wanted the world to know you were his.

He practically moaned against your skin as your hands moved to his waist and you pulled him close, his hips against yours. You could feel how hard his already was, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled back from you and quickly stripped off his own shirt, only his prized necklace remained as he held you against him, his lips finding solace against your own. You wrapped your hands up his dark curls, relishing in the feel of his bare chest against yours.

He slowed and kissed you lips a few more times, closing his eyes as rested his forehead against yours, “maker, I’ve missed you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you couldn’t help yourself, but you jumped into his arms, surprising him ever so slightly, and he staggered back a few steps, until he almost tripped over the bed. You both broke into a fit of giggles as he sank to the floor, his legs like jelly. He didn’t even bother to try and get up again, way too lost in your touch, in your kisses - you.

You pushed him back so he was lying on the floor and straddled his waist, sighing contently as you studied his skin. You fingers traced soft, endless shapes all over his tan skins, lending a few extra, gentle touches to the small scars that littered his chest. Spying a new one near his shoulder, you let your fingers linger on it before leaning down and placing a light kiss to it.

“It’s new,” you said said as you laid flush against him, his arms immediately coming to hold you like a vice grip, “Poe...”

“I know, honey,” he reached up and put a few fingers under your chin, turning your face towards him, “I’ll be more careful.”

“You’re reckless,” you placed a few kisses on his skin, pausing to nip at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning a low moans from him. You couldn’t help yourself as you subconsciously ground against him, the familiar warmth lightly pooling in your belly. You had missed him in so many ways, and not having him touch you for a month was starting to do you in. You, naturally, had attempted to alleviate your own desires, but it was never the same without Poe.

“I know,” his voice was low and deep in his throat as he felt you fully against his body, “but that’s why you love me.”

“One of the many reasons,” you became breathless as he bucked his hips ever so slightly to meet yours. Normally you stop, taking the time to do this properly, taking the time to savor every bit of him but right now....you just needed to feel him against, you were desperate for release. His hands found purchase on your hips as he silently encouraged you to grind against him, “kriff. I’ve missed you. Missed this.”

“I know,” he agreed, his voice choked and stunted as he did his best to hold on as he watched you grind against him, “honey.”

“Shh,” you murmured against his lips. You were more like desperate, hungry teenagers, but at this point, you just didn’t care. Poe knew what you were alluding to as his hands ghosting over your back, holding you, trying to remember every bit of your skin. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, uncoordinated, sloppy, but filled with passionate desire.

If someone had told you that you’d spend this evening on the floor, dry humping your boyfriend that you hadn’t seen in a month, you would have laughed. Surely you’d never be that desperate...but here you were. Frantically grinding against Poe, trying to reach your high.

“Poe,” you whined into his mouth as you felt your vision getting fuzzier and that familiar coil starting in the bottom of your belly. It had been minimal effort, but you were so close already, and if you weren’t wearing pants or panties, he would have seen just how wet you were, “’m not gonna last.”

“I know,” it was a faint, hoarse whisper as he massaged your breasts, alternating between using his hands and his mouth. With a particularly enthusiastic rock of your hips, you felt his cock start to twitch, and you knew he was just as close as you were.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” you teased as his hips your and you faced him. His smile was lazy and his eyes have closed as he nodded, beyond caring how silly this seemed. He was just glad, beyond happy to be back home and safe in your arms.

“Maker,” he sighed softly as you allowed yourself to come completely undone, finding that high you’d craved, burying your face in his chest as you rode your high, mewling and whimpering against him. His name spilled off your lips so delicately, so quietly, like a prayer only meant for him.

It was enough to get him exactly what he needed and he peppered kisses into your hair as he too reached his high. You stayed like that for some time, catching your breath, feeling him underneath you, and holding him. You never understood how it was possible to be so in love with someone, but here you were; absolutely enamored with one Poe Dameron.

He held you close, keeping you against his chest as he closed his eyes, whispering tons of sweet little nothings into your ear. You both ended up falling asleep like that, nothing bothering to get up and get into bed; not until Poe woke up much later and gently picked you up and laid you to rest in his large bed. If it had been up to you, you would have stayed like that forever.

You’d stirred from your slumber as he placed under the covers, but pretended to be asleep, letting him tuck you in and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I know you’re awake,” he teased as you smiled but burrowed your face underneath the blankets. He laughed warmly before heading to the fresher, giving you one last look, “I still love you though.”

“I know,” you whispered out from beneath your cocoon of warmth, “I love you too, Fly Boy. Now hurry up so you can come to bed.”

Pain in my ass

Here you go you horny bastards a second part to this fic. 

Atsumu x reader Osamu x Reader 

warnings: smut, dirty talk, breeding kink, Daddy kink, cheating??? kinda, 

words: 3,100 (about) (at least it’s shorter) summary: Fuck it, Atsumu’s a dick why not find someone who treats you better?

You had gotten pretty close to Osamu in recent months. You’d bonded with him over annoying his brother. You were more than happy to run into the Silver-haired boy in between your classes. 

“Morning Osamu, It’s been a while,” you greeted cheerily. He waved back and swallowed the mouth full of food he’d been chewing. 

“Morning, and don’t blame me, I’ve been explicitly told I’m not allowed to hang out with you,” he said wrapping his arms around you in a quick friendly hug. 

“Really Atusumu told you not to see me?” you asked disbelievingly. 

“Yep, he doesn’t want me stealing you away,” you scowled at that.

“And what right does he have to be so possessive? We aren’t even friends let alone dating,”

“He likes you,” Osamu shrugged. That pissed you off

“Not enough to stop sleeping around,” you snapped. Osamu held his hands up in a ‘ don’t be mad at me’ way. 

“You know he only does that to make you Jealous, He’d drop every other girl on campus for you,” He insisted. You rolled your eyes as your face heated up with embarrassment. “Seriously, My brother is a dick but he’d never hurt you.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to date him okay? Whether he’d hurt me or not,” you snapped crossing your arms defensively over your chest. Osamu smiled at you and you were struck with how much he looked like his brother. You knew they were twins but still, that smirk was pure Atsumu. 

“Lair,” He accused. 

“I’m not lying!” you barked stamping your foot childishly. 

“Yeah, okay whatever helps you sleep at night, but if you want to give my brother a taste of his own medicine and make him jealous I’ll help,” he offered. Some of your annoyance dissipated.

“Really?” you asked a little bit of eagerness creeping into your voice. Osamu smiled at you. 

“Anything to piss Tsumu off.”

You quickly started to regret agreeing to Osamu’s plan. You were alone in the corner of the room while a party raged on around you. You had never been invited to a ton of parties, mostly just tagging along when your roommate, who was way prettier than you, decided to head out to one. Then you’d spend most of the night clinging to her or better yet, making out with Atsumu. 

You felt awkward alone by yourself nursing on your drink. You weren’t even getting hit on by drunk frat brothers because they all knew you as Atsumu’s girl.  Speaking of Atsumu, he hadn’t even noticed you were here, he was too busy grinding on some stranger. Not exactly great for the ‘he’s doing this to make you jealous’ theory. 

“Sorry for the wait,” Osamu said parting from the crowd and slipping an arm around your waist pulling you from your safe corner before you could even say something. 

Osamu pulled you into a throng of dancing people holding you close to his chest so you didn’t get lost. His body was so warm it made you flush. He leaned down and whispered in your ear “loosen up, dance a little bit.”

Your heart pounded to the beat of the music and slowly you started moving. You weren’t the best dancer, but looking around the room it seemed like no one was moving with much grace or elegance. 

Osamu moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer moving his body in tandem with yours. Your hands went around his neck loosely holding him as well. 

“Forget about Atsumu, that loser doesn’t deserve you, just pay attention to me,” he whispered his breath tickling your ear. You shuddered. Even if you wanted to disobey him you didn’t think you were capable of it. He was magnetic drawing you to him seemingly without trying. 

Osamu slipped his thigh between your legs then pushed your hips down basically making you hump his thigh. 

 “Kiss me,” he demanded, cupping your face and bringing your lips to his. The minute your mouths connected you forgot you were doing this to make Atsumu jealous, his tongue slipped into your mouth touching yours and making your brain short circuit. Your arms tightened around his neck holding him close, not wanting the kiss to end. But the kiss did end, it ended when Atsumu pulled his brother off of you in fact. 

“What the fuck ‘Samu?” the blonde snapped shoving his brother in the chest. 

“What’s your deal man? What are you jealous that someone else is making a move on your girl- oh wait she isn’t your girl at all,” 

Atsumu punched him square in the jaw and they both went to the floor. You didn’t get to see much of the fight a crowd gathered pushing you to the outskirts until you couldn’t see over the shoulders of people. After a few minutes, Atsumu pushed through the crowd and grabbed you by the arm hauling you out of the party. His normally perfect hair was a mess and his nose was bleeding, but he didn’t seem to care. 

You tripped over your own feet trying to keep up with him but he just kept pulling you along until you were out of the Sorority house and in the cool night air. He pushed you against the wall of the house hard enough to knock the breath out of you. 

He kissed you roughly, not letting you get a chance to catch your breath. Atsumu forced his tongue into your mouth tinging the kiss with the metallic taste of blood. It was a rush to be kissed like this by him. Your hands went to his hair, your fingers getting lost in the messy waves. 

Atsumu pulled back and held your cheeks in his hand squeezing your jaw until your mouth popped open. He spat in your mouth his saliva melting on your tongue. “Swallow,” he ordered and you obediently did as he asked. You’d never seen him look so mad before, you were kind of ashamed to admit that seeing him like this turned you on. 

Atsumu shoved his hand down your pants and roughly started finger fucking you. He bit your jaw making you cry out before you slapped a hand over your mouth. “Tsumu someone is going to see,” you hissed shoving at his shoulder. 

“Good, let them see, I want everyone to see who’s pussy this is,” he snarled his fingers continuing to coat in your wetness as he pumped in and out of you. 

“Did Osamu get you this wet? Does he fuck your whore- cunt as well as I do?” he spat. 

“N-No,” you whined. 

“Oh, so you let him fuck you?”

“NO!” you shouted. He laughed harshly. 

“Stop screaming like that someone might think I’m doing something indecent out here,”

He kissed you stuffing his tongue into your mouth gagging you. You were going to cum. You could feel the ball of pleasure welling up in your core. He laughed when you creamed around his fingers. 

“Here I thought you were going to be a good girl and wait to cum around daddy’s cock but I forgot you were a stupid fucking whore who can’t help but cum every time someone even looks at your stupid cunny,” He spat whipping his wet fingers off on his jeans. He moved in to kiss you again but you shoved him away, hard enough that he stumbled back, a little stunned. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat with as much venom as you could muster. 

“What you get to run around make out with whoever you want but I can’t?” you snapped

“Not with my fucking brother, especially when you’re just doing it to make me jealous!” he shouted. You flushed at his correct accusation. 

“And all those girls you fucked  they weren’t trying to get under my skin?” 

“Fuck you we aren’t dating remember? You shot me down. What right do you have to get jealous of me?” 

“What right do you have to get jealous of me?”

Atsumu froze, and the silence stretched between you. 

“Fine, fuck whoever you want, but don’t come crying to me when they can’t get you off. In fact, don’t fucking talk to me again you fucking bitch,” he spat. It stung worse than any other insult he’d thrown your way because this time he really meant it. 

You bolted past him to your car pulling out of the parking lot and tearing away from this stupid fucking party.  You spent most of that night crying. 

You really didn’t want to see either of the Miya twins the next day, but things never really went your way did they? You had been walking with your head down when you literally ran into Osamu. 

“Hey-” he said apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked just as bad as his brother. With a black eye and a cut on his jaw that was turning green. 

“Sorry about last night, that didn’t go according to plan,” he apologized and you ignored him. 

“That looks infected,” you said carefully reaching for his face. 

“Yeah. I tried to clean it but it didn’t really work,” 

“Clean it with what?”

“...Strawberry margarita?” 

“Jesus christ Osamu really?”

“Alcohol is supposed to clean wounds right?” you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“Come on I’ll clean it for you, this is kind of my fault anyways,” you said taking his hand in yours leading him back to your dorm. 

“But- class?” he protested weakly, 

“Class is less important than fixing your fucked up face,” you laughed poking the bruise on his jaw lightly. 

Osamu sat on your bed while you leaned down and dabbed at his wound with a cotton ball soaked with hydrogen peroxide. 

“That stings,” he whined wincing away from your hand. 

“I’m sorry,” you said cupping his cheek with your free hand then holding him in place so you could attack him again. “Sorry, you’re such a baby,” 

Osamu and you both laughed. And you finished cleaning out the cut, bandaging it properly. “I really am sorry things didn’t work out with you and Tsumu,” he said, and the good mood dissipated. 

“It’s not your fault,” you murmured. Osamu stood from the bed and took your chin in his hand making you look at him. 

“He really doesn’t deserve you,” he breathed. Leaning in and kissing you, It gave you the same warm feeling it had the night before. You wanted to pull away and stop him, it was wrong, you were in love with his brother. On the other hand, you could really use some stress relief, and it was clear that your normal hookup wasn’t available. 

So you let him kiss you and push you down on the bed. Osamu pulled off your clothes and ran his hands over your naked body. Sitting back on his knees so he could see all of you. It was a little embarrassing to be so openly ogled, Atsmu normally buried his face in your neck when the two of you fucked. 

“So pretty,” he said pushing your legs apart and pulled your thighs around his head before he slowly devoured you. He licked you in slow patient laps of his tongue savoring your taste like he was doing this more for his own enjoyment than yours. 

“More,” you pleaded softly carding your fingers through his gray hair. Despite your begging, he didn’t speed up or push harder. He kept going at his own pace, building you up slowly until you were dripping wet. 

“You taste so good baby,” he purred chewing on your clit. “You gonna cum?” he asked almost lazily. 

“Y-yes,” you whined bucking your hips against his mouth desperately. 

“So sensitive,” he teased before going back to teasing your cunt with his tongue until you came all over his face. 

“Such a pretty mess you made babe look,” Osamu scooped up your head and forced you to look at the damp spot you’d created on the bed. 

“Samu it’s embarrassing,” you whined closing your legs. 

“Awe are you feeling shy?” he teased kissing behind your ear, his hands going up to your breasts teasing your nipples while he kissed you. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad he groaned in your ear, moving your hand to his crotch so you could feel his painfully hard cock. 

“Please,” you begged reaching into his pants and pulling out his dick. Osamu pushed you back down crawling behind you spooning you as he pushed into you from behind. He buried his face in the back of your neck as he started moving. 

You couldn’t help but moan and rock your hips against his spurring him on to move faster and faster until the slap of skin on skin filled the room. 

“Ah fuck Atsumu just like that!” you cried out and just like that he froze. You could feel him go soft in you and you knew your fun was over. You awkwardly disconnected from one another and got dressed again. 

“Sorry,” you said avoiding his gaze. 

“It’s okay, I knew you weren’t into me the way you were into him,” he shrugged. 

“Thanks for patching me up and I really hope you and Tsumu patch things up for his sake and yours,” He said opening your dorm room to leave. 

“Thank you, Osamu.” 

If you were a mature adult you would have texted Atsumu. Even though he had yelled to never talk to him again but it felt wrong to leave things like that, especially when a week ago he’d sweetly told you he loved you, and you admitted you felt the same. But you were a coward, you’d even started ditching the classes you shared with him so you wouldn’t run into him. You got a pit in your stomach every time you thought about him. still, the guilt wasn’t bad enough for you to actually do anything about it. 

So when there was a knock on your door you weren’t expecting it to be Atsumu, after all, he was just as stubborn as you. There was another sharp knock and you groaned. 

“I’m coming,” you snapped standing from your desk cracking your back before opening the door, you almost slammed the door in his face seeing who it was 

“Atsumu?” you shouted quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. “Atsumu, what are you doing here?” you asked a little quieter this time, 

He pushed past you into your room taking your hands in his. “I’m sorry,” he blurted 

“I shouldn’t have said what I did, I was drunk and pissed I’m so so sorry,” You couldn’t get a word in edgewise he was talking so fast. Not that you really minded, in fact, it made your heart melt to hear his apology. You never thought in a million years that Atsumu would ever apologize to you. But it seemed like you were wrong about him. He was still talking a mile a minute so you leaned up and kissed him, shutting him up effectively. 

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asked, breathlessly as the kiss ended. You stroked his cheek affectionately, 

“Yeah, I do. And I should probably say I’m sorry too, I was a real bitch that night,” you said then with a deep breath and added.  “And before you start forgiving me, you should also know that I uhm I kind of slept with Osamu when I was still pissed at you.”

Atsumu just laughed, which was honestly a much better reaction than what you were expecting. 

“Gross, you could have at least warned me before you kissed me, Now I’ve got Sumu germs all over me,” he whined making both of you laugh. 

“I know you said you didn’t want to date me, and that’s fine but- I really do love you and I won’t sleep around if you don’t want me to, you’re the only one I want to bust a nut in any way.” you visibly cringed and pushed at his chest. 

“You had me until that last part,” you said. He wrapped his arms around your trapping you and peppering your face in kisses making you giggle. 

“Ba-by at least it’s true, I’ve been saving myself for you! I’ve had the worst case of blue balls for a week now!” he laughed

“Gross!” you shouted in between fits of lighter as his lips tickled your neck. 

“I want to give you all of my cummies!”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’ll never have sex with you again,” you threatened and he fell completely silent. Which made you burst out laughing. 

“Come here big guy,” you said, pulling him into a soft kiss. 

“Did you really mean that I couldn’t talk anymore? Because you’re going to have to gag me if you want to keep me from dirty talking,” he gasped. 

“Kinky,” you said, pushing him back on your bed and straddling his lap. “But I think for now you can speak,” you said running your hands over his chest. 

“Good, it would be a crime not to let you know how stunning you are,” he said. You slowly kissed him, rolling your hips against his crotch feeling his cock twitch to life in his jeans. 

“Hard already? Guess it really has been a while for you,” you teased. 

“Shut up I bet your little virgin cunt is so wet right now,” he shot back his cheeks bright pink. 

“Mmm are you going to talk shit or are you going to fuck me?” You asked. He smiled up at you in that classic Atsumu way that you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed that smile. 

“You know I will princess,” he purred, rolling you over and climbing on top of you. 

“Gonna make my pretty baby cum,” he purred, pulling off his shirt. You took turns sensually stripping one another until you were both naked.  

“Do you want me to be rough?” he asked, surprising you, you’d both come to an unspoken agreement that sex was always rough. 

“Why do you ask?”  he blushed. 

“I kinda want to go slow and soft tonight, but I get it if that’s not your thing,” he explained. You smiled and kissed him. 

“That sounds nice,” you said. He smiled down at you, a lovesick dopey smile. He kissed you again. In the end, you and Atsumu wouldn’t make it. But for now, it didn’t matter, for now just having him kissing and making love to you was enough. 

Fight Club. Part 2

Requested: Yes / No

Synopsis: Part two to fight club.

Word Count: 3,324

“So you and MacKay, on again?” Jane asked as we sat on the bay window in our recently acquired apartment.

“Off again,”

“What?” I cried, “I thought you two were getting passed all your idiotic shit,”

“We were till I saw him with another girl two weeks ago,” I huffed, “He had his arm wrapped around her, so I’ve been ignoring him,”

“I wish you’d told me that sooner,” Jane frowned guiltily,

“What did you do,”

“Baby,” His voice sent chills up my spine, “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you,”

“Didn’t try hard enough,” I muttered picking up my vodka and coke.

“Well after you ignored my first sixteen phone calls, I figured you needed to get the stick out of your arse,”

“I’m going to go see Dean,” Jane muttered as I spun around to face the dangerously hot man I’d been fucking for the past three months,

“Are you serious?”

“What is this about, because I know you don’t believe that I’m fucking another girl behind your back,”

“Really? Because you have before,”

“Low blow,”

“Truthful,” I picked my drink back up as George sat across from me.

“I told you, you’re it for me so what’s going on?”

“I don’t know if we’re going to work George,”

“Why?”

“We’re opposite’s,”

“Who attract, try again.”

“It’s not something I can explain. You’re just… You seem… dangerous—like someone I should stay away from. All the fighting,” I elaborated.

“Dangerous,” He repeated. “Okay, so you do like me, but that scares you because I’m different than the straight-laced guys you fucked before I came back into your life and showed you what a fuck really was?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Would you prefer something else?” My mouth dropped open.

“You’re insane.” His blue eyes were piercing.

“You like it.” I shook my head.

“I don’t.”

“If you didn’t, you’d be long gone.” I sighed. I did like it, and this exchange was getting me hot under the collar. “God, you have a pretty smile.”

“Stop that,” I mumbled.

“So back to clarifying…” George cleared his throat. “If that’s my other girlfriend, what are you?” Oh shit. It was a trap. We’d never clarified what we were, we just said we were it for each other, and now I’d gone and baited myself. I folded my legs under myself and pushed up, forgetting about the ankle I’d rolled trying to avoid George on campus. I yelped and fell forward, face-planting into George’s chest knocking us both off balance. George fell off the seat and landed on his ass, and I landed on top of him. George’s tongue poked out to lick his lips, a small silver ball on it.

“Did you?” I whispered amazed at the small silver ball, He’d only gone and pierced his fucking tongue.

“Answer the question,”

It would have been the perfect position under different circumstances.

“I’m just the girl you’re stalking.” George wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me where I was.

“I think you like me stalking you.” I snorted a very unfeminine snort.

“Well, you’re a criminal, so of course you’d think that.”

“We’re back to that, are we? Don’t you think the stereotype is getting a little old?” The arm around my waist tightened. His eyes dropped from mine and focused on my chest that pressed against his. “I don’t know if you know this, but this shirt is pretty much transparent. I can see your bra through it. And that’s a lot of cleavage you’ve got going on there.” He stuck a finger in it to demonstrate. “If I was your boyfriend, I don’t think I’d be all that happy that you wore it to around campus today. Especially paired with this skirt and knowing what weirdo’s people are.” George’s hand eased lower to my ass giving it a little squeeze.

“I guess it’s a good thing you’re not my boyfriend then, isn’t it?”

“Definitely a good thing,” George squeezed harder and shifted under me. “Way better that I’m just stalking your fine ass.”

We stared at each other for a half-second before I yanked off his beanie, shoved my hands into his hair and plastered my mouth to his.

George cupped the back of my head and rolled us over so he was on top. The seam at the back of my skirt gave way with a huge tear as I forced opened my legs so George could fit himself between them. We dry-humped the living hell out of each other as we made out in the middle of my living room floor.

I grabbed the hem of his hoodie and yanked it up, pulling it over his head when there was a break in the kiss. His white T-shirt came off with it. Under all those clothes was his seriously cut body that’d I’d missed exploring.

“I’ve done another thing since you last saw me,”

“Oh?” He nodded his head, “What?”

“You’ll find out.” I ran my hands over his chest and down his abs. “Badass enough for a stalker?” George asked, that damn dimply smirk curving the corner of his mouth.

“You must be the king of badass stalkers.” I tried to pull him back down for another kiss but George sat back on his heels. He untucked my shirt from my skirt.

“I don’t think you’ll be wearing this shirt again.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t have any buttons.” He grabbed the hem on either side and pulled. The buttons popped off, pinging against his ripped chest—seriously, all that fighting did a body good. I didn’t even care that he’d ruined my sort-of slutty professional shirt. I thanked the gods of bra design for the little heart-shaped front clasp on the one I was wearing. I opened it and set the girls free. They were like homing devices for George’s hands. He cupped them immediately, separating his fingers so my nipples peeked through. Jesus. He really did look like a criminal—an incredibly hot criminal who’d broken into my house - technically he was invited, but still.

George ducked his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and arched as I fumbled around, searching for the buckle on his belt. Finding it, I freed the clasp and went for the button on his jeans. There wasn’t a zipper to make him easier to access. It buttoned all the way down. It was hard to concentrate while he continued the nipple sucking and biting, but I finally managed to get them all undone. I took a deep breath I missed this part of him, two weeks is too long I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

“Thank God,” I muttered watching as George lifted his head.

“Worried I wasn’t going to have a dick anymore?” I stroked the length, getting a feel for how much there was once again until I hit something that didn’t feel like it belonged. I looked between us, but it was dark down there. I put a hand on his chest so I could check it out a little better.

“Is that a—” I brushed the steel with my thumb. Not only was George now sporting an above-average cock, but it was also now pierced. I met George’s amused gaze. “I want to know what that feels like.”

“Go ahead and touch it all you want.” George’s mouth went slack as I stroked him a few times.

“No.” I licked his lips. “I mean I want to know what it feels like from the inside.” George grinned.

“Should I assume you’re not talking about the inside of your mouth?” I thought for less than a second. I could do the whole blow job thing another time. Besides, knowing my luck, I’d end up sucking the ball right off the piercing and that would result in a trip to the hospital. I’d been fantasizing about being pounded by George since the last time he’d pounded me, a long two weeks ago. I shook my head.

“Not the inside of my mouth.”

“Just to clarify, are you asking me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.” George pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and slapped it on the coffee table beside us. Then he stripped off his pants. George didn’t bother taking off my skirt. He just shoved it up to my hips and dragged my panties down my legs. He lifted his hot gaze to hers. “Did you bedazzle your pussy for me?”

“What?”

“It’s all sparkly.” I lifted my head and tried to see what George was seeing, but I’d have to pull off a seriously difficult yoga pose to make that happen. He rubbed the crest of my pelvis with his thumb and held it up for me to see: pink sparkles.

“Jane,” I growled remembering how she’d thrown glitter on me to try and cheer me up this afternoon. George nodded as if he understood. He dropped his eyes again, along with his hand. He rubbed a slow circle around my clit, then went lower, sliding a finger inside. “Later, I’m going to eat that pretty little pussy of yours. It’s perfect.” I was sure all my sex parts had just exploded in their own glitter bomb of excitement.

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Oh, it will be.” George grabbed me by the hips and dragged me closer. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” A shiver raced up my spine, goosebumps breaking out across my skin. George circled my clit with the head of his cock, then slid low, teasing me with the tip. “How do you want it, baby?”

“Huh?” I was too focused on the feel of his cock nudging me to hear the question.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” He leaned over me, slipped low, and eased inside. “Hard and fast, or slow and easy?” His question inspired an image of being pretzeled into some porn-star position and pounded. It was exactly what I expected. Except that wasn’t what I got.

George stayed deep, rolling his hips, hitting sensitive places inside my body. I held on to his shoulders, submerged in sensation as that piercing worked its magic and brought her to the edge of an orgasm, then dropped-kicked me right over the edge into heaven.

Sometime in the middle of the night, a police siren’s bloop woke me out of a very dead sleep. Shivering, I turned into George’s arms, seeking warmth. The chill from the night air danced across my naked skin, lining it with goosebumps. We need a blanket, I thought but then changed my mind.

The bright yellow streetlight shone through the apartment windows and across George’s chest. He slept in the nude, like any self-respecting, criminal underground boxer would. Smiling to myself, I turned my attention to his face. Over his strong jaw and scruffy cheeks, his eyes remained shut, his breathing deep and rhythmic.

I would never have ever imagined myself in bed with George as he was now, maybe the George I’d fallen for in high school, but I never thought I’d be with this version of George. I giggled softly. He was so different, but even now he was still the same George.

I shifted to get a better look at him. His dick piercing winked in the window light, cutting through the darkness and her thoughts. I winked back, giddy upon remembering his words. ‘Should I assume you’re not talking about the inside of your mouth?’

The plan formulated in my mind, seizing me from the inside out. Bold I was not. Ever. But with George, something spurred me on. Maybe it was his reckless abandon of convention or the way he pushed me to be free. I felt it warming me again. I wanted to borrow some of his bold. Maybe inherit it a little.

“Midnight snack,” I whispered and slipped from beneath his arm. As I moved, he remained asleep, but his brows furrowed together. His mouth slanted and his arm stretched as if seeking me out. My heart squeezed and my stomach dipped. His long, lean body shifted, scratching against the carpet as he slung an arm over his eyes. The other scratched his stomach before falling to rest against my leg.

Our clothes were strewn across my living room. Belts, shoes, jeans, and then I spied his T-shirt. I pulled it over my head, relishing the scent that surrounded me. Looking down at myself in it, I realised I looked wanton—all mussed and ruffled, the picture of properly fucked.

I needed to get this show on the road.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I sized up my best approach. I wanted nothing more than to feast on him, savour him fully and feel the ball at his tip against my lips. His hands in my hair. My name on his breath. But I needed to move slowly, gently, for maximum effect.

Careful not to disturb him, I moved into position from the side. The prickly rug rubbed against my belly. It wasn’t helping the butterflies already in there. Deep breaths in and out were my saving grace as I inched my mouth down and around him. Once, twice, three times, and then I was no lady.

Lust roared through me on a moan and took over. All sense of slow and steady went out the window on the breeze. In a flash, he was awake.

“Y/N,” He gasped, muscles bunching beneath my hand as I dipped again. “Y/N, what are—oh, fuck,” I nipped at him playfully. Just a bit, but it was enough for his entire body to snap with tension.

“Midnight snack,” I informed him, dizzy with need as I plunged my mouth around his cock again. One hand cupped him, and I reached the other between my legs to lessen the throbbing. George caught my hand before it hit home. “No,” He ground out, his body angling up off of the rug. I knew he must be getting close. When I tried to reach my pussy again, he slapped my hand away.

“My turn,” He demanded, smoothing his palm over my ass and down my thigh.

With each pass, he got closer to where I wanted him. Needed him. Two fingers traced from my hip to my thigh and back up. He swirled them around until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I begged around his cock, rubbing the tip between my lips. I shook my ass in jest. Something to spur him into action

“Oh, baby, you don’t know what you’re in for.” He surged up and slid backward to lean against the couch cushions we’d pulled down last night. His hard cock slipped out of my mouth, and I whimpered a full-blown you-took-away-my-candy whimper. I was fairly certain I pouted as well. “Give it here,” He said with a light slap to my ass. Instead, I crawled away, brushing my knees against the rug, taking my ass out of his grasp as I looked over my shoulder. He’d slouched comfortably like he was ready to relax and watch television, but it just so happened he was naked and his hand was moving up and down leisurely over his cock. His eyes, though. They let me know this was no game to him. He was going to devour me.

With narrowed eyes, I wiggled my ass for him to come to me.

“I said,” He repeated slowly, his finger signalling for me to come forward, “Give it here.”

“No,” I quipped, marching away on all fours. Quickly, he caught my ankle and pulled me back. The rug burn would hurt like hell in the morning, but for now, it did nothing but kindle the fire. His legs were spread, his cock jutted up, and I tried to reach for it …

“Not yet,” He barked, pulling one of my legs over his body so I straddled him, still facing away from him. “Give it here,” He urged, laying his hands on my calves. He massaged, deep and just a tad too hard, and waited for me to catch on to what he wanted.

“You can’t mean…” I dropped my head to look at him from below. Upside down, he peered at me, watching my breasts sway with my shuddering breath.

“I can mean,” He said, smacking his lips as his eyes drank in my pussy. “And I want.” His hands came to rest below her hips, guiding me back slowly.

Anticipation choked me as my pussy came close enough to feel his warm breath.

Shifting, he tipped my hips up to meet his waiting mouth. His tongue dipped and swirled. Slowly, he kissed me. Fucked me with his mouth until my arms, weak like jelly, gave out. I managed to prop herself up at an angle: ass in the air, my forearms on his legs.

“You had your midnight snack,” He said against my pussy. “This is my breakfast.”

I pushed back as George lunged forward, burying his tongue inside me. He ravaged me, unrelenting, unforgiving.

“Holy fu—” I began when I felt the ball, the tiny silver ball wreaking havoc on my clit. His hands came up and slid me apart. Fingers, tongue, lips, and a little teeth. I was melting from the inside out.

“Please,” I gasped, reaching for something to hold on to before I fell. He wouldn’t let me slip. Not yet. Not until he’d had his fill. I knew that even in the haze of my building orgasm. I felt him shift, legs spreading while his upper body shifted to take the weight of my legs onto his shoulders.

Closer to his mouth.

Jesus Christ.

I surrounded him, and he me. My cheek brushed his cock, and he moaned, the vibration rumbling through my entire being.

“You fucked…” I paused, my eyes rolling back, my awareness heightened from the sensations of his lips on mine. “You took. Now I want.” With a cry, I took him in my mouth again and lavished, meeting his actions with my own. For every lick, suck, and nibble, I gave a swallow, a pump, and a run along the shaft with my teeth, which I’d realised he loved.

“Y/N,” A warning, He was going to come.

“George,” An answer, I wasn’t stopping. I was lost in the single-minded focus of making him come, of losing myself to his mouth and—fuck! He added fingers now.

“Come on me,” he begged. He was losing it. We both felt it. Precise movements gave way to harried and frantic actions, that final climb to the top before we both fell over.

One more time I swallowed, deep, and with a groan, he let go. I kept going, enjoying the way all her senses lit up on the build of my orgasm.

“Please, Y/N,” I heard him say. Or I thought I did. I teetered on the wire until he pinched the nerve, and I snapped. Overwhelmed by the emotional surge, I felt tears streaming down my face, running over my nipples and dropping on his still-shaking legs. He slowed, kissing me reverently before helping my weak body into a more comfortable position.

Quietly, we laid together, breathing heavily. I felt dizzy, weak, and happier than I’d been in forever. After a few minutes, George’s breathing slowed to a normal pace. I figured he had typical-man syndrome and had fallen back asleep like a lump after he’d destroyed me, I was wrong.

“My girl?” He whispered lips pressed against my forehead.

“Your girl,” An agreement.

“Wear your uniform to the next fight and let me fuck you in the bathrooms,”

“You’ve only just cum, and you’re already making plans for your next turn?”

“What can I say? You do this sort of thing to me,” He chuckled his arms holding me tighter. “Do you like the piercings?”

“I love the piercings,”

FALLEN LIKE SNOW - CHAPTER 2: MIXED FEELINGS

Written by @jeranasblog​ and Kinkybeanlien!

Moodboard by @jeranasblog​ -

Peter’s first day in Austria is... Interesting.

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Notes: Adult Peter Parker, Fake dating, One sided enemies to lovers, No powers!AU, Mutual pining, Sugar daddy!Tony, Sugar baby!Peter, Fluff, Smut and Angst.

Smut tags (some for later): Wet Dream, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Bondage, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Edging, Lingerie, Dom/Top!Tony, Sub/Bottom!Peter

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Peter was lying in the middle of his bed. The windows of the small apartment were open and he could feel a fresh breeze caressing his skin. It was dark outside, probably past midnight, but he was wide awake. With each passing second, he became more and more aware of his surroundings. The soft sheets he was laying on, the obscene panties which were the only fabric covering his skin and the other man who was caging him in, keeping him pressed against the mattress. Peter blinked, the fog in his mind slowly vanished, and his brain started to work again. Tony Stark was looking at him as if he were the most beautiful creature on the planet. He didn’t wear a shirt, his muscular chest on display, and Peter’s mouth watered from the appealing sight. “Fuck, baby. Look at you,” the billionaire cooed, his breath ghosted over Peter’s skin. A shiver ran down his spine and his cock started to harden in his panties. “Daddy-” Peter wasn’t thinking anymore, all his nerves were vibrating from the sensation, just from the feeling of having the other man close. He felt trapped, caged underneath the impressive body and there was no place he rather wanted to be.

“Baby, you look like you’re mine,” Tony growled, a deep, possessive sound that made Peter’s cock twitch with arousal. The man still wasn’t touching him, but the tension alone was enough for him to lose his mind. “You’re so beautiful, dressed in the panties I bought you, lying on the sheets I picked out. Do you like it? Like being my sugar baby?” “Yes, yes, Daddy, please.” Peter wanted to scream the words, wanted to tell the other man how much he loved the thought of being owned by him, but the only sound that left his mouth was a high-pitched moan. Pleasure buzzed through his entire body, heating him up, and driving him mad with want. Peter arched his back, trying to press himself closer to his Daddy’s body. He craved the feeling of Tony’s hands on his body, holding him down and choking him, telling him what a good boy he was for his Daddy. He wanted the man to finger him open, spread him and make him ready for his cock. The thoughts were making him even more desperate and he could see himself bouncing on his Daddy’s cock, dressed in nothing but the finest silk his Daddy bought for him. “Sweetheart, look at you,” amusement was dripping from Tony’s words. “So desperate for me, so eager to feel your Daddy. Tell me what you are, baby. Tell Daddy.” Peter was sobbing, his mind blissfully empty and every cell of his body was aching for the other man’s touch. “I-I’m your s-sugar baby, D-Daddy. Your g-good boy. Your eager little s-slut.” Tony purred, his whole chest was vibrating from the sound and Peter’s eyes rolled back in arousal. It felt like torture. Being so close to his Daddy, his scent surrounding him and his breath ghosting over his skin, while Peter was forced to endure the sensation on his own. “Daddy, touch me, please, it hurts.” Tears were running down his cheeks, dripping from his chin and soaking the sheets. He didn’t care anymore how he was looking, didn’t care if he was too eager, too needy. His shame was washed away once Tony had started talking. Being denied any touch felt like dying and Peter was slowly falling apart. “Turn around for me,” Tony ordered, his voice firm but gentle. “Show me what I’m working with, baby. Show me what’s mine.” Peter hurried to obey, scrambling to his knees, and turning around. His shoulders sank into the mattress, his face pressed into the cushions while his ass was raised in the air. He felt vulnerable, completely at his Daddy’s mercy, and the thought made his insides clench. “Such a good boy.” The praise washed over him like a breeze and Peter couldn’t stop the mad grin that spread on his face. He was good, the best boy for his Daddy. “Your ass looks amazing in my panties, baby, plump and ripe for me to take. Tell me you are mine, sweetheart. Tell me you belong to me.”

“Yours, Daddy. Only yours, but please touch me!” Peter was screaming by now, his body twisting on the sheets. He arched his back even further, spreading his legs for Tony to touch. “All right, baby boy. You’ve earned it.” Relief crashed over him, so strong that he felt like he was flying, and he turned his head to watch his Daddy. Tony was looming above him, looking so much stronger, so much more powerful and Peter was basking in the feeling of being under him. His Daddy controlled his pleasure, knowing so much better what he needed, and everything he had to do was take. He could see how Tony was lowering his hand. It was hovering above his ass, rapidly coming closer. Peter moaned. His Daddy would spank him, would show him that he belonged to him, that he was owned by him. He could almost feel the smack, could feel how his insides were trembling with anticipation. Every muscle in his body was tensing; he dreaded and craved the light pain at the same time. But the smack never came. Instead, a loud noise echoed through the room, tearing him from the first sexual dream he had had in years. It took Peter a second to realize that he was in a huge bed in Austria and that the loud noise was coming from the door. He blinked twice, taking his time to orientate himself, and slowly the events of the last day came back into his head. Tony and Peter had arrived late last night after seven hours in the billionaire’s private jet. Thankfully, the lobby of the hotel had been quite empty and they hadn’t met other attendees of the Charity event. Peter wasn’t sure if he would have been able to act as Tony Stark’s boyfriend when his only thought had been to fall into bed. Of course, Tony booked the biggest room; a penthouse with multiple open bedrooms. Peter picked the first room he saw and almost instantly jumped into bed. Tony had apparently chosen another room. And now, he had a sex dream about Tony Stark while he was sharing a penthouse with him and had to pretend to be the billionaire’s boyfriend for a week. He let out a frustrated groan, his cock still rock-hard, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the memories of how needy he had been, crying for his Daddy to take him. God, he had called Tony ‘Daddy’ in his dream, he could never look the other man in the eyes again. The fog in Peter’s mind slowly started to clear and he noticed that the knocking sound didn’t stop. “Good morning, Mr. Stark.” A woman’s voice with a thick German accent came from the closed door. “I’m coming in now. Your friends have ordered the ‘lovely couple’ room service for you.” Oh, no. Oh shit. Peter could still feel the arousal that was buzzing through his body, making his skin tingle with want. His cock was leaking inside his sleep pants, which were - by the way - the only clothes he was wearing at the moment, and outside of the door was someone who wanted to bring them a ‘lovely couple’ experience? That couldn’t get any worse. Well, he was wrong because it obviously could. Ten seconds later a very naked Tony came rushing out of the bathroom. He had apparently taken a shower just yet since water was still running down his muscular chest and his thick thighs, dripping on the floor and leaving a puddle behind. Peter couldn’t not stare. However he had imagined Tony Stark to look in his dream, the reality was a million times better. Or worse if he considered the annoying problem in his pants. Tony was buff. His chest was ripped and defined, unusual for a man close to his fifties and his skin was golden brown. Peter tried his best not to stare, but he failed. Strong arms that could pin him against the wall, thick thighs he could bounce on while he was riding Tony’s cock and long, elegant fingers that would feel more than good inside his body. But the worst thing was that Peter could see everything and didn’t have to imagine anymore how well-endowed the billionaire was. He was thick and beautiful, and the primitive part of his brain wanted to spread his legs and offer himself to the other man right now. “I’m so sorry, Peter, but we have to keep it up,” Tony said apologetic, coming closer and closer while Peter tried not to panic. It was one thing to admire a naked Tony Stark from afar and another to have him standing next to him. He could hear how the door was opened at the same moment that the other man slipped into his bed. Under the blanket. Naked. While Peter was still hard from his dream. Peter could barely suppress a loud moan when the billionaire’s body touched his, skin against skin, and the thin sleep pants didn’t hide anything. He could feel the other man’s hip rubbing against his erection and a small whimper escaped his lips. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark.” The woman of the room service sounded horrified as they saw them lying in bed. “I thought you might have already left, I just wanted to bring in breakfast. Your friend Pepper Potts has ordered the ‘lovely couple’ experience.” Tony put on his fake smile, the one he wore in public or for reporters, and he pulled Peter closer against his chest, trying to keep up the appearance. “Mrs.-“ He took a look at her name tag. “Schmidt. Thank you very much, but we are busy right now. Would you mind placing the tray at the table?” Peter couldn’t stop the blush that was spreading on his face. Fuck. The situation was embarrassing as hell, and on top of that, there was no way Tony hadn’t noticed the huge bulk in his pants. Just in this moment, the billionaire started to shift his weight, unintentionally increasing the pressure against his erection and a loud moan slipped past Peter’s lips. Bright hot pleasure was buzzing through his body, his eyes rolled back, and he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting against the other man twice. The woman drew the wrong conclusion and looked at them horrified, quickly apologizing again and almost running out of the door. Peter was frozen. He knew he couldn’t say anything to make it better, the evidence still very much visible in his pants. “Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry, I-,“ his voice broke, nothing he could say would make it better anyway. “Don’t worry kid,” Tony tried to reassure him. “We all get morning wood, don’t we?” Peter whimpered pathetically, struggling to keep his hips from moving. Although he was thoroughly embarrassed, he still had to fight the urge to rub himself against the warm body, to beg the other man to help him. He wanted to call him ‘Daddy’, wanted to bounce on his cock, tightly pressed against his naked body. “Yeah, morning wood.” Peter’s voice was trembling, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to die of mortification. “Let’s get going.” Tony jumped out of bed and Peter relaxed in an instant. “We still have to get you some gear before we go up the mountain, but maybe you wanna take care of your problem first?” Tony winked at him and Peter blushed even harder. “Yeah, good idea.” Peter smiled constrained and hurried to get to the bathroom. He could never ever look the billionaire in the eyes again. … At around eleven, Tony and Peter went out to get Peter ski gear. The young man had admitted he’s never skied before, something Tony assumed already. Still, it felt stupid to say. “I’ll have to take some classes,” Peter pondered out loud while the retailer pushed and pulled at the weighty shoes on Peter’s feet. “Nonsense,” Tony exclaimed, waving his hand dramatically. “I’ll teach you.” “That’s nice of you, Mr. Stark, but I’m sure you have more important things to do.” The guy from the shop pulled the shoes off Peter’s feet after ushering him to sit down on the bench again. “Stop it. You’re here because of me and you’re my boyfriend. Allow me to teach you the ways of the skis.” Peter snorts. “That’s the most terrible Star Wars reference I’ve ever heard.” “Hmm, that’s true, my jokes are usually better than this.” Tony leaned back casually. He obviously already had his own fitted gear since he went skiing and organized this event every year. So, once again, the billionaire was watching Peter with his intense eyes, both men knowing he’d be spending a lot of money on the student yet again. The shop clerk took Tony and Peter with him to another corner to have a look at the actual skis. Peter just let it all happen, knowing that his lacking knowledge would only make this shopping session take longer than necessary if he got involved in the conversation. Which he didn’t want to anyway. “Stimmt,” the man from the shop nodded at something Tony said with a smile and disappeared for a minute. He came back with a couple of sticks. “Let’s see how long your poles should be?” The comment made Tony chortle. “How about as long as what I had the pleasure of touching this morning?” Tony winked at Peter, who nearly collapsed in shame. The air was knocked out of his lungs and he stared at Tony wide-eyed and red-faced. The man from the shop laughed genuinely and raised the longest pole he was holding. “This one?” “Perfect,” Tony quipped with a smirk, seemingly relishing in how Peter’s blush crept to his ears. When the retailer walked to some kind of device that matched Peter’s weight to what the skis could carry, the student whipped around to face Tony. “Woah, there, kid, if this were a cartoon there’d be steam coming from your ears.” “Why did you have to bring up this morning?!” Peter tried his best to keep his voice down. Tony shrugged, pursing his lips. “I’m Tony Stark. Everyone who knows me knows that I can’t have a single conversation without mentioning sex.” “Well, thanks for the warning,” Peter seethed through gritted teeth. “I-” Tony frowned slightly and took a step back. “I’m sorry, truly. I should’ve thought this through.” “You can’t keep doing things like what you did in the elevator, or this morning with the unexpected room service, or casually discussing the size of my dick with a stranger and expecting me to just be A-OK with all of it because you apologize afterward.” Peter couldn’t believe he was actually scolding the Tony Stark in the middle of a shop. Luckily it wasn’t very busy and they were in a secluded corner. “You say you’re big on consent? Then prove it!” Tony looked at Peter stunned. This time, however, Peter didn’t regret what he said. If Tony wanted him to play along, the inventor needed to stop assuming he could just do whatever. “You sound like Pepper,” Tony whispers. Peter was about to combust with rage. Did Tony really just compare Peter to his ex?! “What?” “She…” Tony looked down at his feet. Peter couldn’t believe he rendered his boss speechless. Tony tapped his hands on his thighs twice before collecting himself and making eye contact with Peter, sniffing once. The student was surprised to see the mask Tony wore in public had disappeared, the look in his eye genuine and deep. “She used to fight back too.” “Is that why you left her?” The question slipped from Peter’s lips before realizing it was an intrusive one. “No, actually…” A slight smile crept up on Tony’s face. His eyes were kinder and softer than they normally were. Right now, Tony wasn’t the Don Juan Peter knew him to be. This wasn’t Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist. This was Tony. Pure and true. “It’s why I stayed.” … Peter and Tony fell quiet after that. Tony paid for the gear and they both went downstairs to the locker room to suit up and put away the belongings they wouldn’t need up on the mountain. Tony swiftly went on his knees to help Peter with his shoes that he still couldn’t quite figure out himself and not long after, they went back upstairs with their skis, poles and helmets in their hands. It was only when they entered the gondola with just the two of them, that Tony broke the silence. “I’m sorry.” Peter looked up at him, his initial reflex to open his mouth to tell Tony he was doing the exact same thing as he was before, but Tony’s eyes told him it was different now. “Thank you.” “I- I’m aware I’ve grown comfortable with being the center of my universe and I want to change that.” Tony shuffled in his seat opposite Peter and he leaned forward slightly, the fabric of his thick winter coat ruffling. “I know I’m asking a lot of you already but I’d be most grateful if you will keep holding me accountable like you did in that shop.” A grin spread on Peter’s face. “Gladly.” His answer made Tony laugh and the man mirrored Peter’s laid back position. “On one condition, though,” Peter said quickly. “Anything.” “If you want me to fake being your boyfriend, I want you to properly ask me to be just that.” “Alright, sounds fair. Peter Benjamin Parker, would you-” “No.” Tony was taken aback by Peter’s reply. The younger man smiled mischievously and cocked his head. “Tony Stark, the man known for his romantic side, asks me to be his boyfriend in a gondola? Tsk.” Peter shook his head once. “You can do better than that.” Tony smirked, with one corner of his mouth curled up. “You know what? You’re right.” The man crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow. “Prepare to be blown away, kid.” … When they neared the top of the mountain, Tony shuffled his hand into his pocket and took out a tube of sunscreen. He twisted off the top and covered his face. Peter shamelessly stared at the fingers covered in cream. How they traced Tony’s face and evaded his neatly trimmed beard. He finished up, but instead of screwing the top back on, he leaned forward again, to offer it to Peter. There was a beat before Peter jolted to sit upright. Though, when he reached forward, he realized he was already wearing his gloves. “Oh, shit-” Peter brought his hands together to take off the gloves, but Tony suddenly inched closer. “Wait, let me help.” Peter pressed his lips on top of each other, holding his breath and staring at Tony’s hands yet again. At how they took some white cream from the tube and how they reached out for Peter’s face. Peter closed his eyes to refrain from watching Tony’s concentrated expression, but when he expected Tony’s fingers to touch his skin, nothing happened. He opened his eyes again, only to see Tony pulled back slightly. Waiting. The breath Peter was holding slowly escaped his lips and something bubbled inside him. Consent. Tony was waiting for Peter to say yes. He nodded slightly, forcing the corners of his mouth to curl up. Tony moved in to gently rub the sunscreen into Peter’s cheeks. Peter tried to hold back a soft gasp, but the second Tony’s calloused fingers touched his skin it felt like the man had electrified him. Slowly, Tony worked in the cream, circling Peter’s closed eyes, then carefully coating the lids. He traced the plump of Peter’s lips with his thumb. Peter didn’t mean to part his lips, nor did he want his mind and body to betray him like this. He wanted to suck on Tony’s digits. Wrap his mouth around the thumb and press his tongue up against it. He felt like moaning to entice Tony to do more, but- no. No, he disliked the man, didn’t he? When Tony pulled his hands back, Peter nearly followed him, as if in trance. His eyes fluttered open and he watched the other man quietly twist the lid back on. There was a slight, focussed frown on his face and Peter wondered if Tony had noticed the student’s neediness. He hoped not. “T-Thank you,” Peter stuttered. “Well, we don’t want you to get sunburnt, do we?” “No-” Peter huffed with an awkward smile. “No, for all of this.” Tony only looked up at Peter with his eyes as he wiped the grease off his hands with his handkerchief. “You’re giving me more than I could ask for.” “I like to spoil my significant other.” The last words came out with a chuckle. “It’s only fair I spoil you too. ‘Specially with everything you’re putting up with this week.” He vaguely gestured at himself. “Or well, this... Me.” Peter laughed out loud at that and went to stand up as the gondola reached its destination. Suddenly, it halted and Peter was flung forward. With a yelp he landed in Tony’s lap and both men immediately scrambled to stand upright as they needed to get out of the gondola before it would head down the mountain again. Tony’s strong arms lifted Peter to his feet and when they got out, the man grabbed both his and Peter’s skis from the outside of the gondola. Peter nodded gratefully and scoffed a laugh as he took the skis from his boss’s hands. “Thanks, again.” “No biggie. Let’s get you down this mountain in one piece.” “Yeah,” Peter chuckled, half-afraid at the implications behind Tony’s words. “Let’s.” … Peter felt downright embarrassed at the top of the kiddie hill. Five-year-olds were zooming past him at speeds Peter didn’t even dare try. His attempts at not looking like a cramped elderly man didn’t work and he had to give it to Tony, the billionaire was surprisingly patient. “You’re doing great, Pete, by the end of the day we’ll have gone down the Ebenfeld!” Tony waved up at Peter, whose knees were locked in place. “Doesn’t that have a bit of red?” Peter’s voice was shaky. If a green/blue piste was already a lot for him to handle, a red one was definitely too much. “Eh, just a tiny bit!” Tony downplayed it with a dramatic wave of his hand. A string of swear words silently slipped past Peter’s lips as he prepped to ski towards Tony. The man made it look so awfully easy. “Alright,” Peter whispered to himself, trying to gather the courage to take off. “You got this, you got this, you got this-” “Pizza, fries, Pete! Pizza, fries!” Peter finally moved forward a little and he took his first corner. “Permission to make a comment on one of your body parts?” “We’re on the kiddie hill, Tony!” “So?” “Fine, this can’t get any worse anyway-” Peter shouted as he took another turn. “As much as you have a lovely butt, if you want this to go easier you should bend your knees a little more.” “Well, that wasn’t half ba-aaah!” Peter lost control of his skis, going straight down, headed right for the billionaire. “PETER!” “HELP!” Bam! Peter skied into Tony and they both toppled over during Tony’s attempt to grab Peter to keep them upright. One of Peter’s skis detached from the shoe and after a few soft thuds, the men laid in the snow. Peter expected falling to hurt more. Then again, the adrenaline might have made it less bad too. He scrambled up to chuckle at Tony, who groaned as he pushed himself up. Surprisingly, Tony looked up at Peter wide-eyed. “Are you okay?” He asked worried. “I am! You?” “I might’ve broken a bone or two.” Peter immediately crawled down to get closer to Tony. “What? Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, oh, God, I-” His panic is interrupted by Tony erupting into laughter, throwing his head back and patting Peter on the shoulder. “I’m messing with you, kid!” Peter blew up his cheeks in faux anger and gave Tony a gentle push. “Meanie!” “Only to you, sweet pea.” Tony stuck out his tongue and got up. He glanced down to see Peter’s escaped ski stuck in the snow. “I’ll fetch the ski, you stay right here.” Peter watched as Tony skied down a little and he felt the air escape his lungs. Tony was patient. Kind. Funny. Caring… Nothing Peter thought he was. Maybe Tony wasn’t as bad as he seemed. ... Peter was standing in front of the penthouse mirror and fumbled with his sleeves. He felt weird in the thousand-dollar suit, like someone had forced him to dress up and only the thought that Tony had bought it for him made the situation bearable. They had to go to the first group dinner in less than ten minutes and suddenly, Peter was scared. Pretending to be the billionaire’s boyfriend in front of paparazzi was one thing but acting as his ‘significant other’ in front of his friends was a million times worse. What if he would screw it up? What if everyone would notice how nervous he was? “Hey, Pete, ready to go?” Tony entered his room in a black tux and Peter had to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat. Of course, the man looks like sex on legs and suddenly, Peter felt even worse. “Are you all right?” Tony gave him a concerned look and Peter considered to lie for a brief second, but if he wanted Tony to open up, he had to do his part as well. “A little nervous.” “Do you think a hug would help to make you feel better?” Peter blinked, once, twice until he slowly started to nod. He wasn’t sure if it would really help, but he didn’t want to refuse the friendly gesture. The billionaire stepped closer, wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed him against his chest. “Don’t worry, Pete. We got this.” Tony let him go soon after, but it had already been too late. Peter could still smell his scent, could still feel the warmth of his body, and against all odds, he felt a little more settled. He took a deep breath and smiled tentatively at Tony. “All right, let’s go.” The laugh he got in return was worth the fear. Meeting Tony’s friends and colleagues was scary as hell. The billionaire had told him beforehand with whom they would spend their time, and Peter already knew that not everyone liked Tony equally. Pepper Potts, Tony’s ex-wife, and her husband would sit at their table and Peter was glad the woman would be next to them. Seeing some friendly faces would probably help his case. Furthermore, the Osborns would join them, father and son, a power duo that was slowly taking over the armor industry. Tony didn’t know much about them besides their business relationships, so Peter didn’t know what he should expect. The last seat of their table belonged to Justin Hammer and Tony had already warned Peter of the guy. He was tactless and rude, making a fool of himself occasionally. Tony couldn’t stand him and wasn’t shy to tell him, so Peter was mostly afraid to screw up in front of Hammer. … “If this isn’t Tony and his new ‘significant other’,” Hammer scoffed when they entered the restaurant. “Didn’t know you’re into kids now, Stark. How old is he, sixteen?” Peter could see Tony grimaced, but thankfully the billionaire didn’t say anything. As much as he wanted to strangle Hammer, it wouldn’t be wise to start a confrontation while they were still standing. So, he took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. “That’s so kind of you, Mr. Hammer,” Peter said cheerily as he sat down on the table next to Tony. “I’m 22, but it’s always a pleasure to hear that I’ve aged well.” Tony didn’t hide the distaste on his face, the Osborns grinned a little too broadly and even Pepper had to conceal her laugh with a cough. Hammer on the other hand just looked confused and a little disappointed that Tony didn’t lose his temper. Tony gave him a proud smile and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Peter tensed a little. He knew the billionaire would touch him this evening, take his hand or loop an arm around his middle because Tony had asked him back in their room if Peter would be fine with it. Still, he couldn’t force his muscles to relax. The close proximity to the billionaire was doing things to him and he wasn’t quite ready to face what these ‘things’ were about. “Can I introduce you to my boyfriend Peter?” Tony gave everyone a smile, although the one for Hammer was a little stiff. “Peter, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Pepper and this is my husband Marcus.” Her voice was filled with warmth. “I was a little confused when Tony told me he would bring someone because he had never mentioned you before.” She gave Tony a disappointed look and Peter could see how the shoulders of the billionaire sank down. “It was my fault.” He lied, trying his best not to look in the direction of his ‘boyfriend’. He felt a sudden urge to save Tony, to protect him from her subliminal accusation. “I didn’t want everyone to know about us too early because of the age gap.” Immediately, her expression turned to sympathy and she took a quick look at Hammer. “I understand that. People can be so judgmental these days.” Peter laughed at her words and knew the ice was broken. “Peter, tell us. What are you doing? Working, studying?” Osborn junior asked, he was probably around Peter’s age. “I’m studying biochemical engineering and have an internship at Stark Industries.” “Sleeping with the boss? That’s a wise tactical decision.” Hammer smiled disgustingly sweet during his words, and Peter clenched his fists, trying to hold back. Tony, however, snapped. “Peter is actually quite brilliant in his field and doesn’t need to convince other people of his worth. He had the best bachelor’s degree of his year and there is a reason he didn’t sign at Hammer Industries.” Hammer’s face turned red, anger sparking from his eyes and he struggled to find words. His rage made Tony grin confidently and he pulled Peter closer to his side. It was a good feeling to be protected by the billionaire, and Peter couldn’t stop the blush that was spreading across his face. Although Peter would have loved to see Hammer lose his temper, he was still glad Pepper cut him off and changed the topic. “That’s really impressive. When did you two meet?” “Five months ago-” “Three months ago-” Shit. Everyone at the table was looking at them confused and Peter felt how he started to sweat. They had talked so much about how they wanted to handle the Charity Event, but not once had they discussed the backstory of their relationship. Thankfully, Tony was a better actor than he was. “We actually met five months ago when Peter started his internship, but everything was strictly professional. I asked him out for the first time two months later.” “That’s lovely.” It was the first time Osborn senior spoke up. “Mr. Stark, would you mind talking about the new plans of Stark Industries? I still have a couple of questions about the expansion to China.” It was obvious that he wasn’t interested in their relationship and the attempt to change the topic wasn’t even subtle, but Peter couldn’t be more relieved. He started to squirm on his chair, afraid he would somehow manage to fuck things up, steering the focus away from him gave him time to breathe. For the next half hour, Peter was quiet. Tony and Osborn were talking business, something about stock prices and the bankruptcy of a big company that Peter wasn’t interested in, while the rest of the table was absorbed in a conversation about the Charity cause. It became clear very quickly that Hammer wasn’t interested in LGBT rights and only attended the event for the prestige, but today Peter didn’t feel like defending different sexualities. The day had been stressful enough and skiing was even more exhausting than he had thought, and he struggled to keep his eyes open. Finally, Tony seemed to realize how tired Peter was and he cut the dinner short. “I think we might bring the evening to an end now. Today was Peter’s first day on skis and we both need some rest.” Everyone but Hammer looked at them sympathetically. “Are you going to join us tomorrow? We’re headed to the Platten,” Osborn junior, Peter had learned his first name was Harry, asked. Tony gave them an apologetic smile and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Peter still isn’t steady on skis, so we'll go somewhere else.” Although Peter was tired, he felt some kind of relief. These were Tony’s friends, at least some of them, but the billionaire still decided to keep him company. He didn’t know what he would have done if Tony decided to join his friends. “We understand that.” Pepper gave them a gentle smile. “Good night you two. See you at breakfast.” When they’d finally said good-bye to everyone and opened the door to their penthouse, Peter was more than glad the dinner was over. As nice as Pepper and the Osborns had been, he didn’t want to spend even another second in Hammer’s presence. Unfortunately, he very likely had to.