I find it ironic that E always called his penis "Little Elvis". Because...well, there's clearly nothing little about it lol!
Oh, definitely, Nonnie baby!! It seems nature â¨endowed⨠him in many regards and his not being particularly fond of wearing underwear has blessed us with knowing that all these years later! I feel like he had just the sense of humor to think thatâs hilarious, too. Like, âoh LOL âLittleâ Elvis is misbehavingâ đ
I just love this story from the early Hayride days about âLittleâ E:
I mean, one has to take it all with a grain of salt, of course, but based on the earliest footage of him playing, you can tell Little ole Elvis is just bouncing around, free as a bird! (Also, lol at him throwing poor Maxine under the bus with his mama đđđ)
They mustâve had a hell of a time taping him up in those little shorts in Blue Hawaii and Fun in Alcapulco, thatâs all Iâm sayingââŚđ
pairing: olderbrothersbestfriend!chan x needy fem! reader
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: MDNI (I'm sorry if this changes the way you see ice cream, pwp I guess, fast paced plot, unprotected sex (donât đ), big dick Chan (because what else would he be?), overstim, squirting, hair pulling, choking, creampie, Chan calls reader Baby, reader calls him Channie)
word count: will update word count later
A/N: Just because my mind has been on Chan A LOT lately. AlsoâŚthis isnât proofread đŹ
Why would you like someone that ruffles your hair, tickles your sides and calls you âbabyâ as a nickname? Sounds childish right? Not to you when it comes to your huge crush on Chan. You know thatâs just how he is with you and has been since you were younger, but you wish it meant something different to him.
Chan is best friends with your older brother, heâs basically been a part of your family for over 10 years. Youâve always liked Chan, but not in that way until your crush developed right before he moved. His family moved away for a while during his late teen years so you hadnât seen him in quite some time. Then he suddenly came back and he was like a whole new person. His personality didnât change, no, the way he looked did and you havenât been able to keep your eyes off of him since.
He and your brother are 25 and youâre stuck being 23. It wasnât a big enough gap to make anyone bat an eye, but you knew he always viewed you as his best friendâs little sister and you werenât sure how to make that change. You watched as he pulled up in front of your house, picking up your brother like usual. They spent so much time together, you were almost past the point of jealousy and wanted to hate your brother for taking him away every time.
You stood in the open garage, watching him hop out the driverâs seat. He smiled and waved when he saw you and did a little jog onto the sidewalk and into the garage. Maybe things didnât need to change and you needed to find someone else to crush on, but it was so hard when he would open his arms for you to hug him and would squeeze you tight until you couldnât handle it anymore.
âHey baby, missed you. How ya been?â
Baby. You would never get over that nickname. It gave you that warm fuzzy feeling but also gave you that second heartbeat.
âHey Channie, you know same old same old. Where have you been all week?â You knew where heâd been but youâd do anything to have a longer conversation with him before your brother snatched him away.
âI went to go visit my family, they told me to tell you hi.â He smiled and you smiled back knowing how much his family loved you, which oddly enough made you like him more. âI got you somethinâ, close your eyes.â
You obliged, closing your eyes waiting almost impatiently to see what he had for you. Not being able to see him in front of you but feeling his presence made a light blush fall on your cheeks. You felt his fingertips graze the skin on your hand and the sudden contact made you jump slightly. He carefully opened your hand and you felt the cold contrast of something against your palm.
âOpen your eyes.â
You looked down to see a dainty anklet with small charms dangling from it. Your eyes lit up seeing each charm perfectly handpicked with things he knew youâd like. It was gorgeous and on closer inspection, it looked expensive. You didnât care how much it cost, only worrying that he spent too much of his money on you, but loving that he got you a gift at all.
âBaby, do you like it?â He made dangerous eye contact waiting for you to reply. It didnât help you gather your thoughts any quicker even though you had your answer already. He made your nervous system short circuit.
âY-yeah Channie, I love it!â You smiled as much as you could to cover the way you swallowed thickly seeing him stand so close to you.
âReally? Oh gosh Iâm glad, I thought I chose something you wouldnât like.â He had to be lying. He could pick a leaf off a tree and youâd be jumping for joy. âHere lemme see, Iâll put it on for you.â
You gasped when he lifted you up to seat you on your dadâs workbench that sat at the back of the garage. The heat seeping in from outside was hot enough, but now you were sure you could break a thermometer. He kneeled down and wrapped the cold jewelry around your ankle. You were unconsciously holding your breath, scared of having any reaction because if you let go, youâd probably moan and youâd rather not make this awkward.
He looked up at you with your foot still in his hand, âIt looks great baby, I like it.â God that comment had you slippery wet. He liked it on you? Now youâd never take it off. âMake sure you think of me every time you look at it.â He shot you a wink and your breath got caught in your throat preventing you from swallowing.
This conversation would be stored for fuel whenever you needed something to tip you over the edge at night. You almost said something equally seductive back, almost, when your brother came and took Chan away. You were used to it by now, never really having more than 10 minutes tops of alone time with him. It was frustrating, having to get most of your information from your brother who always reluctantly told you, asking âwhy do you wanna know anyways?â
You think Chan would tell you no hesitation if you actually had the chance to speak with him. But truth be told, youâd never be able to do such a thing with your brother around. He made it clear on multiple occasions that he didnât approve of a relationship between you two if it ever came to be, but all three of you knew that would never be brought into existence.
You sat in the same spot on the tool bench, swinging your foot to see the charms sparkle in the small rays of sunshine. Chan said to think about him every time you looked at it, so you did. The thought of you on your knees in front of him, him slipping his thumb past your lips telling you to suck if you wanted to be rewarded. The ideas that ran freely were filthy and getting worse by the second. Your thighs rubbed together tightly as you felt yourself grow wetter with each passing thought.
The sun shined brightly through the small gaps between your blinds, easing you awake with its warmth. The weekends were the best because it was almost guaranteed that youâd get to have breakfast with Chan. It was an unspoken tradition and you marked it off in your mental calendar. You quickly washed your face before heading downstairs to the kitchen, only to see it completely empty besides the few duffle bags that sat beside the island.
âWhere are you going?â You asked your brother who walked in at the perfect time before you could stump yourself with more unanswered questions.
âDidnât mom tell you? Iâm going to stay at a beach house with a few friends for the weekend.â He stuffed a few more things in his bag, talking with his back facing you.
âNoâŚis Chan going too?â You asked carefully trying to make it seem like a normal question.
He rolled his eyes and leaned up against the marble island. âNext time you need to just start asking Chan these questions since you always wanna know everything about him. And no, heâs not coming.â
âReally?â A smile spread across your face but you quickly wiped it away when you saw your brother narrow his eyes.
âDonât go bothering him while Iâm away, heâs doesnât wanna hang with you at all so just stay home!â
âYouâre such an asshole, he never said that!â
âYou donât know what he said because youâre not his best friend! Just donât bother him okay?â He sucked his teeth as he picked up his bags and walked out the door, kicking it closed with his foot.
He didnât know what he was talking about. Chan wouldnât say that, he would love to hang out with you. Right? You felt like a teenager crushing on a college boy that was far out of your league for multiple reasons but you swore you had a chance.
You sulkily walked upstairs back to your room and flopped on your bed. Being that your brother didnât want you to bother Chan, it made you more curious as to what he could be doing right now. It sucks that you didnât have his number or really any way to contact him. Well you did, you were just too scared to actually do it.
It was nothing but a 10 minute walk and 2 minute drive to get to his house but in the back of your mind, you were scared he actually wouldnât want to see you. What would you say; what would be your reasoning for coming to see him?
âI have a crush on you and I want to be around you, please let me in?â
Like hell that would work. Heâd probably slam the door in your face, call your brother and tell him how annoying and stupid his little-
There was a ring at your doorbell.
Your head snapped to your left, slightly shocked you had any visitors. It could easily be your neighbor since she always seemed to pop up randomly. âI got it!â You yelled out, jogging down the stairs. You looked out the peephole to see Chan standing there. Your heart started racing and you quickly looked over your appearance before opening the door.
âChannie?! What are you doing here?â
âAww baby you arenât happy to see me?â A cute little pout painted his face and you wanted to drag him in and kiss him all over.
âWhat? No, of course I am! My brotherâs not here and I thought you knewâŚâ
âOh yeah I knew, I came to see you.â
He said it so nonchalantly as if it was normal to come see you. As if you both agreed to hang out today. Or as if you always hung out when your brother wasnât around. He had to know what this was doing to you, there was no way he didnât. You opened your mouth to say something but couldnât find the strength to let the words come forward.
âI figured youâd be here all by yourself, so I thought Iâd come pick you up.â He smiled brightly and there were those cute dimples. God you felt like you were gonna explode.
âIâŚummâŚâ you were stuttering and if he didnât stop staring at you, you were going to be stuck like this.
He looked a bit sad and disappointed but waited to see what you would say. âItâs okay if you donât want to Baby. I shouldâve asked first, Iâm so sorry.â
You quickly reached out to touch his arm and practically melted into a puddle, âNo no Channie, Iâm sorry, I just didnât think youâd wanna hang out with me. Iâd love to go to your house, especially since Iâve never seen this one.â
He smiled again, âOf course I would Baby, youâre my best friend! Now come on, hop inâ
Oh how this was never something you thought would happen in a million years. You were Chanâs best friend? As much as you wanted this, there must have been some kind of mistake. Surely he didnât actually think so.
He grabbed your hand and lead you to his jeep and opened your door for you. âThank you Channieâ barely left your lips before he reached inside and buckled your seatbelt, smiling at you before he closed your door. Your body was on fire; ignited from the soft and simple touches. You were down bad, there was no better way to put it. If he kept moving like this, youâd have to go home and deal with the problem between your legs.
His house was nice, nothing too big or small, just right for him. He had a great sense of decor and he kept his place sparkling clean. Scattered about on different pieces of furniture were photos of him, family and even younger pictures of the 3 of you.
âBaby, make yourself at home, you can sit anywhere youâd like.â He spoke to you from the little pass through window in the kitchen.
You nodded your head but decided to explore his living room some more. When you walked past the patio door, you noticed a reflection on the ground outside.
âOh my gosh Channie, you have a pool?! Why didnât my brother tell me?â
He walked over to you with a large red double popsicle and chuckled at the amused look on your face. âIâm gonna punch him when I see him, I told him to tell you because I know how much you love swimming. We can go out there if you want.â
He broke the popsicle in two and handed you a half. âI would love toâŚbut I donât have a bikini with me.â
âJust get in with what you have on.â He leaned against the side of his couch as he sucked on the cold treat.
You looked down at your outfit, a plain white tee and some daisy patterned shorts. âBut I wonât have anything to change into. I can walk back home and get something.â
âOrrrrr, you can just wear some of my clothes until yours are dry.â
What was with him saying all this so nonchalantly? When have you ever worn his clothes? The smell must be absolutely amazing, he always smelled so good. If he was offering, you might as well just take it.
âHmmâ you bit your lip and smiled, âokay, but I donât wanna get in by myself.â
He smiled as he finished off his half of the popsicle and chewed on the stick. He jolted off the side of the couch and pulled his shirt off. You almost choked on the leftover ice you had in your mouth. What the fuck was he thinking?
âCome on Baby, come swim with me.â
He opened the door and ran and jumped in without hesitation. After little to no consideration, you followed behind him, diving right in. The water was a perfect way to cool off in the hot summer sun. He swam over to you, hair drenched and sticking to his forehead. The droplets of water shined against his toned, muscular body. You wanted to lick him dry, no matter how long it took.
His right hand slid over your waist and around to your back, âyou look so cute, I could kiss you right now.â
Cute? Kiss? Cute and kiss in the same sentence? Maybe you needed to pinch yourself to wake up from this completely unrealistic dream.
âM-me? Iâm just plain and boring.â You mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering too much with how close he was and what he just said.
âYouâve never been either baby, no way thatâs what you actually think.â His eyebrows raised in shock.
âWell yeahâŚthereâs so many prettier girls than me. Iâm just me, but theyâre-â
It happened so fast that your mind didnât process it. He bent down to press his lips to yours and hold you a bit tighter. Your arms were around his neck and you reciprocated the kiss faster than the fear set in. His tongue swiped over your lip and you happily allowed him to explore your mouth.
Somehow being drenched in the pool made it feel more sensual, nothing left to the imagination, bodies practically touching through the thin fabrics. You could feel how hard he was, pressing it right up against your thigh. You bravely touched him through his shorts, earning a small moan from him.
He ran a hand up the back of your thigh and roughly grabbed your ass. It wasnât until you felt something press into your back that you realized he moved the both of you closer to the edge of the pool. He trailed the kisses over your jaw and to your neck. You were breathing heavily, making no effort to stop the sounds coming from you.
âI wonder how good youâd sound if I fucked you.â
âChannie please, oh fuck.â
Desperate was too innocent of a word to describe how badly you wanted him. Youâd do whatever it took to make your dreams come true.
âWould you like that baby? Let me fuck you and make you feel good?â
At this point you were sure you stopped breathing. He looked so good with his wet hair, heavy lids, toned body pressed right against yours. Of course youâd like that.
âYes Channie, I want it, I want you.â
He slipped your shirt over your head and left open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your chest. Just as he moved to get your nipple in his mouth, a loud ring came from inside the house; it was his phone.
âYou should go get that Channie.â
He looked at you, lips parted and breathing heavily. âFuck, okay Iâll be right back.â
He hopped out the pool and went inside while you tried to put all the pieces together. So Chan liked you? Or he simply just wanted a fuck buddy? Or maybe he just wanted to fuck you because he knows how much you like him and knew youâd be easy? The insecurity began to weigh down on you and now you just wanted to go home.
When he returned, he squatted down next to you, who was now slightly turned away from him with your arms wrapped around yourself in order to seek comfort.
âThat was your brother, he said heâs coming home early because someone got food poisoning. SoâŚhe asked me to pick him up.â He reached out and touched your shoulder. âBaby, you okay?â
âYeah Channie, you can just take me home.â You made sure to not let him see the tears brimming your eyes.
âYou sure youâre-â
âYes, Iâd like to go home please.â
He watched you for a few seconds longer, definitely able to notice the shift in your mood, he just didnât know what caused it. âOkay, let me at least get you a change of clothes.â
The ride back home was short and you got out before he could to open your door for you. He shouted something about seeing you later before driving off as you closed your front door behind you. You still didnât have his number, so him hitting you up later wouldnât be a thing, unless he was bold enough to ask your brother but you both knew that would open a can of worms you werenât ready to try and close.
Now you were a bit nervous that he would tell your brother what happened because he wanted to know why you looked so sad. Youâd just avoid him as much as you could and hopefully he would forget anything ever happened.
âAs much as I donât want you to, I need you to come with me and Chan so you can help me choose a gift for my girlfriend.â Your brother came into your room, not bothering to knock since your door was already opened slightly.
âI didnât say you could come in!â
âOh my god, yes or no?â
âYou didnât ask me anything dumbass and why donât you already know what your girlfriend likes?â
âI do know but I want to know whatâs the best out of the options I have and youâre a girl.â
âUmmâŚI guess?â
You were conflicted. You wanted to see Chan, you missed him even though it had only been two days since your encounter in the pool. But you also didnât want to see him right now because you didnât want to explain anything to him, yet if you said that your brother would for sure know something happened between you two.
âOkay well be ready in like 10 minutes, set a timer or something.â
Chan and your brother greeted each other like always and when he looked over at you, he looked as if he wanted to come hug you. âHey baby, you coming with us today?â
Your brother rolled his eyes when you let a smile creep past your lips. You were weak for Chan, he knew exactly what to say to make you melt. Maybe you were thinking about it wrong, maybe he really did like you and he actually wanted to be with you. But having it happen so suddenly made you think perhaps you let your guard down too quickly.
You felt like such a third wheel around the two boys, laughing at their inside jokes and not worrying about you following behind them. Well Chan did, he would look back to make sure you were still there and smile at you when you made eye contact. It felt like hours even though but had only been 30 minutes of walking around the mall looking for the perfect gift.
âGirls like jewelry, so get her something she can always wear.â Your brotherâs gaze followed yours down to your anklet. Before he could ask you where you got that, Chan spoke up.
âYeah I told you that the other day man, if you really love her you should get her something that she can keep for a long time but also that you put effort into choosing.â He looked over at you when he said it, hoping you caught on to what he said.
You tried your hardest not to blush, your brother standing way too close for you to even let out a small squeal.
âYeah thatâs what I wanna get her but Iâm not sure sheâll wear it, I never see her wearing jewelry.â
âTrust me bro, sheâll love it.â He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and nodded his head.
âIâm gonna go get some ice cream and then head back to the car you guys.â You said waving your hand as you walked away. Your brother nodded as he answered his phone.
âIs it okay if I come with you baby?â Chan ran to catch up with you before you got too far.
âSure Channie, Iâll pay for you.â
âYouâre so funny Baby, Iâm paying for the both of us.â As you approached the stand, he turned around grimacing. âAww baby theyâre all out of rocky road.â
After all these years, he still remembers your favorite ice cream flavor. âItâs okay Channie, just get me whatever you get.â
He smiled softly and nodded and ordered two strawberry cheesecake cones. You walked back with him to his car to enjoy yet another frozen treat in his presence. Of course, he opened your door and let you hop in before he did the same.
âDamn itâs already meltingâŚâ
âI prefer ice cream when it melts a little. Like when it drips down my fingers. It just tastes better that wayâŚwell to me anyway.â You realized you were babbling, so you looked up at him but he was already looking at you.
âYou wanna lick mine off my fingers?â
The question alone could have made you cum, but the way he looked at you; eyes slightly hooded, lips parted, that had you throbbing. You couldnât even answer him. Actually your mind was blank so you didnât have an answer or any response to what he just said. He saw it on your face though. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Heâs wanted you for a long time and as many hints as he tried throwing your way, you never seemed to catch them.
It became too much for him, your brother always getting in his way of spending alone time with you. He didnât care what your brother thought about it though. He wanted you and he wanted you bad. So when he eased his hand toward your mouth and you happily let him push a finger past your lips, he knew he didnât have to try to make you understand anymore; he made that clear when you were in the pool the other day.
âSorry itâs not your favorite flavor.â He said, removing his finger to replace it with a new one.
âIt is now.â Your words were partially cut off by the intrusion of his fingers. You were soaked and your head felt fuzzy, you felt like you were going to die.
You never broke eye contact and he watched you intently. âYou canât look at me like that if you donât want me to ruin you.â
âMaybe I want you to.â You licked and sucked on his fingers as seductively as you could muster.
He licked his ice cream then shifted more toward you so he could kiss you. The contrast of the cold dessert and the heat from his tongue made you whimper. He slowly let your warmth melt the ice cream and drip down onto your neck and chest. He happily chased the drops with his tongue making sure none of it went to waste.
âOh god Channie, mmm~â
He caught sight of your brother making his way over to the car so he quickly halted his actions and returned to his seat. âHeâs coming, act normal. Deep breaths.â
Well that was surely easier said than done. He just licked the majority of his ice cream off of you, leaving you slightly sticky in multiple places. This was torture, getting so close to what you want only to be cockblocked by your brother once again.
âYo Chan, is it cool if I stay at your place tonight? My girlfriend might stop by too.â
âYeah sure, I donât mind.â
âOkay cool, we can just drop Y/N off.â
You quickly turned, an exaggerated pout on your face, ready to fight your case. âNO FAIR!â
âItâs fine if she stays, I donât mind.â Chan looked at your brother through the rear view mirror.
âWhat?! No way, sheâs literally just going to bother us the entire time!â
âFuck you, no I wonât! You always get to hang with Chan by yourself, I can be around him too!â
âHey! Itâs alright, you can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the couch. I promise itâs fine.â
Your brother rolled his eyes and you stuck your tongue out at him. Maybe you were childish, but you werenât going to let your day end without at least having another make out session.
You thanked God your brotherâs girlfriend came quite late and that she took all his attention off of you and Chan. You all enjoyed some snacks and had movie night. It was nearing almost 2am by the time the movie was over, so your brother took her to the guest room where he was staying for the night.
You stayed up with Chan to help him tidy up even though he insisted he didnât want you to.
âIs it okay for me to wear another one of your shirts Channie? I didnât pack anything.â
He looked up from the dishes he just finished, âyou donât have to ask Baby, of course you can.â He gave you a big dimpled smile but then it dropped. âCan I ask you somethinâ?â
âYeah of course, whatâs up?â
âWhy were you so sad the other day? You knowâŚin the pool.â
You knew he would ask you eventually so you might as well just tell him now and get it over with. âI donât knowâŚI justâŚwasnât sure how to feel and was hoping you werenât only doing it to take advantage of me.â
He walked up to you and kissed your forehead. âOh Baby, I would never do that to you. I love you and I canât ever say it or do anything about it because your brotherâs always around. Iâm sorry if I came off so strong but donât ever think Iâd do anything to take advantage of you. I love you, yeah?â
He rubbed his thumb over your hand and tilted his head waiting for you to nod your head. It took a heavy weight off your shoulders to hear him express his true feelings and being that he said it so easily helped you understand how genuine he was being.
âMy room is all yours Baby, itâs the last door at the end of the hall. You can wear whatever you want and thereâs towels in the closet in the bathroom.â
âThank you for letting me stay Channie.â You stood on your tip toes and kissed him on the cheek and quickly ran away, leaving him in the kitchen with red ears.
You felt refreshed after your shower and even more comfortable as you slipped into one of his shirts. Since you didnât bring a change of clothes, his shirt was the only thing covering you and barely so. You hopped into his king sized bed and playfully rolled around, enjoying the big size.
You looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand, it had already been more than an hour since everyone went to bed. You werenât sleepy though, so you pulled out your phone and scrolled aimlessly on your socials. A soft knock on the door turned your attention towards it.
âCome in.â
Chan walked through the door, smiling when he saw you so comfy in his bed. âI couldnât sleep but I also didnât tryâŚand, I canât let you leave before I kiss you again.â
âWell good because I was thinking the same thing.â
He fully shut the door and locked it before he removed his shirt and hopped in the bed with you, lips immediately catching yours. His hands came up to grope your breasts roughly, sucking and biting your bottom lip as he did so. He slid a hand under your shirt, breaking the kiss when he felt your bare skin.
âGod Baby, youâre driving me crazy. Seeing you in nothing but my shirt is making me sooo hard.â You took his hand in yours and moved it over your pussy. âFuckâŚso wet already.â
He moved down closer to the edge of the bed and kissed his way down from your stomach. He gave you butterflies in the best way possible. His lips danced across the skin on your inner thighs sending tingles up your spine.
âChannieâŚâ you say breathlessly and he looks up at you as his mouth attaches to your sensitive bud.
With his head between your legs, messily eating your pussy, your eyes were squeezed shut. It took every bone in your body to not moan, knowing that if you did, you would be loud. He sensed it, so he stopped eating you out and crawled on top of you.
He used two fingers to slip into you while his thumb pressed down harshly on your clit. âDonât hide them from me, I wanna hear them.â
âB-but my brother is here.â
âAnd I want to hear how good I make you feel. Donât hold back Baby, lemme hear your pretty moans.â His fingers sped up their pace, not giving you any other option. You moaned as your back arched slightly. âThatâs it Baby, good girl.â
It turned him on watching how his actions made you react but he needed more; needed to feel the way your pussy wrapped around him like it didnât want to let him go. You reached out to pull on his shorts and finally free his achingly hard dick from its confines. He was BIG but what did you really expect, it was just really really intimidating. None of that mattered though, you just wanted him in you without any interruptions.
He hissed when he used your arousal to mix with his and coat his length. He gave it a few pumps before he eased the head past your entrance. âIâll go slow okay baby?â
âOkay Channie just keep going, please donât stop.â
He caught his lip between his teeth, feeling the lust course through his veins hearing you beg and feeling the tightness of your walls. He watched your face contort in pleasure.
He was barely half way in, stretching you open with ease. âT-too big ChannieâŚâ You eyes were rolling back and you were already slurring your words.
âYou can take it, look youâre doing so well for me Babyâ he touched his forehead to yours and grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you again, âyou feel so good Baby, so so fucking good, such a good girl for me.â
When he bottomed out he leaned over you to catch his breath so he wouldnât cum too quickly. Your head was spinning. His body pressed into yours and the way he spoke to you already had your toes curling. He pulled out to the tip, your pussy making a squelching noise, and he quickly thrust himself back in. Your back arched off the bed and you almost screamed.
As much as you wanted to keep your sounds at bay, you werenât sure how much longer you could keep the volume down to a minimum. He snapped his hips forward with desperation, grunts and moans falling from the both of you. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough to make your head get fuzzy and awaken every nerve in your body. He pounded into you with no remorse, making this worth the long wait.
He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine in response, and sat against the headboard. âCome ride me, wanna feel you in this position.â
You crawled over to him then hovered over his still hard, leaking dick. You sank down on him, taking small breaks so you wouldnât faint from the pleasure. He bucked his hips up, making you drop down fully. He held you under your butt, spreading your pussy open to help you bounce on his dick easily.
The more you hopped up and down on him, the more you felt the sticky substances mix and connect the two of you. Your legs gave out when he started to thrust up into you every time you dropped down. He repositioned you so that you were on your knees, leaning forward into him. He grabbed a handful of your hair, your back arching more, as he hugged you and fucked you violently. The new angle made him abuse your sweet spot.
âLetting me fuck you with your brother just down the hall, I didnât know you were such a slut Baby.â
âMmm ah! Only for you Channie!â
He held you tighter when he felt your pussy clench around him. This is exactly what he wanted, what he dreamed of. He knew he wouldnât last much longer himself, so he quickly flipped you onto your back again. One hand on the back of one of your knees and the other rubbing harsh circles on your clit.
âOh fuckâŚoh fuck Channie Iâm gonna cum!â
âYou gonna cum? Yeah? Cum with me, make a mess all over my dick.â
He thrust deeper into you and bent down to suck on one of your nipples. A few more loud moans and circles on your clit and your pussy fluttered as you reached your orgasm. He didnât stop and kept up his quick pace until you squirted all over him and the sheets below.
âFuuuuuckâ his hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep as he painted your walls white. He pulled out quickly, the rest of his cum spilling into his hands and seeping through his fingers.
When you looked down, you couldnât help but grab his hands to put his fingers in your mouth. Funny enough, the cum looks just like the way you love your ice cream.
âChannie, I think youâre my favorite flavor.â
Summary: Daniel Ricciardo is known for bickering with Pierre Gasly's older sister online. The fans love it but they suspect there might be something more behind it.
Warnings: Swearing. One sexual innuendo. Female reader.
Takes place in the 2022 season so Daniel is with McLaren.
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YourUserName the one on the left can actually drive
â User 1 wtf does she know about f1
â User 2 um, her baby brother is a GP winner soâŚ
danielricciardo @ YourUserName coming from the woman who failed her driving test twice
â YourUserName @ pierregasly you werenât supposed to tell your little racing friends that!
â pierregasly do not drag me into this nonsense.
landonorris @ YourUserName thanks pookie
â danielricciardo more like pukie
â YourUserName youâre just mad that he gets bitches and you donât
â danielricciardo okay, cradle snatcher
User 3 mom and dad are fighting again
danielricciardo hereâs to a good weekend đŞ
â YourUserName ass licker
â danielricciardo you wish.
â maxverstappen1 can you guys not do your foreplay privately
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YourUserName soaking up the sun before the madness resumes (01/06/2022) đť
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danielricciardo i need to bleach my eyes. please cover you up before you mentally scar someone else.
â User 5 he says like his jaw didnât drop when this came across his timeline
User 6 how to become y/n gasly
â YourUserName have an annoying brother and endure his equally insufferable friends
lilymhe the only reason iâm still with Alex is so i have an excuse to spend time with you in the paddock
â YourUserName we could get married and then you could see me all the time??
â alex_albon itâs a good thing Iâm used to this or i might cry
â georgerussle63 donât lie. i can hear you sobbing from my hotel room.
PierreGASLY youâre both certified yappers. itâs why the two of you together is a nightmare
User 7 hmm, okay but why were you two together in the first place if you hate each otherâŚ
â danielricciardo I was bullying her
â YourUserName pierre ditched me to talk to a pretty girl and Daniel was making fun of the fact that I got lost
â LandoNorris i wouldnât have left you⌠just saying đ
â YourUserName iâm 10 years old than you, boo.
â LandoNorris age is just a number
ââââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââââ
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danielricciardo preferred mode of transport... fast
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YourUserName title of your sex tape âi'm in love with my carâ
YourUserName someoneâs clearly compensating for something
â danielricciardo omg why are you so obsessed with me. Get out of my comments, stalker
â YourUserName letâs not forget you stalked me first
â danielricciardo whereâs your proof
â pierregasly here. you begged me for her instagram until i gave in
â danielricciardo and then i realised what a bitch she was
â YourUserName just âcause i wouldnât blow you
â pierregasly i need you to delete this
User 1 this man is so fine
User 2 iâd like to ride
â YourUserName youâd have more fun with the car
â User 2 omg hi queen
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YourUserName last race of the season today. just wanted to say a big âwell doneâ to my baby bro. so proud of all you achieved this season and i know youâll go on to kill it next year! đž #AbuDhabiGP
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YourUserName yes, i know one pic has daniel. no, itâs not an announcement of our friendship. i just like how scared pear looks
User 8 i have never been more attracted to a frenchman before
danielricciardo and who is that handsome man
â YourUserName there is not a single handsome man in this post; charles was sulking out of the frame
â pierregasly 1) i am very handsome, 2) stay away from charles, heâs too nice for you
â danielricciardo and too pretty
â charles_leclerc stop it or i will fall in love with all of you
â YourUserName @ pierregasly iâll stop if you promise to get rid of daniel so i donât have to see him again
â danielricciardo and deny you of my bakery đ
â User 9 it's cake, honey, but you tried
User 10 anyone catch the camera panning to y/n when danielâs car spun out in qualifying
â User 11 talk about delulu
â User 12 because he almost crashed into her brother so obvi they would show her
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pierregasly a huge thank you to my support system. je t'aime grande soeur đ¸ (she forced me to post this, please send help)
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YourUserName youâre such a liar! you were legit crying to me last night about how nice it is that i still come to all your races and then said you wanted the world to know
â pierregasly donât expose me!
â landonorris come sit in my car instead. rub a little luck on it
â User 12 never beating the no rizz allegations
danielricciardo @ landonorris probably best she doesn't, sheâs clearly a curse, mate
â YourUserName and how many races did you win this season?
â danielricciardo i hope pierre pushes you off the plane tomorrow
â YourUserName i hope you get run over in the pits
alphatauri we love having you in the garage
User 1 agreed. her hair looked so pretty today and he ruined it
User 2 only for him to then completely forget what he was saying when he realised she was wearing a white shirt? yes! itâs been playing in my head
â User 3 canât say i blame him. i too was no better than a man đ
User 4 but the way he covered her body with his the second he realised to stop the camera focusing on her see-through top
â User 5 and then gave her one of his shirts because she was walking around in a mclaren top until pierre yanked her into the alphatauri garage
â User 6 guys, this is bare minimum. him being hot doesnât make this extra chivalrous
User 7 another angle of that video showed it was an accident. he can be seen saying sorry a billion times and after that, they put a border around the fountain
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YourUserName happy 4 year anniversary to my professional car crasher
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User 1 i knew it! they all called me crazy
danielricciardo delete this. you said you would be a nice. iâm a champion! how many trophies do you have, huh
â YourUserName depends on how many i steal from the trophy case in our living room (plus, those are replicas)
â User 2 our?!?!
charles_leclerc but i thought you loved me?
â YourUserName i do, citrouille. but, daniel and pierre are keeping us apart.
User 3 4 years? this means they were together when he was still at red bull! what did you think about him leaving?
â YourUserName i'm not allowed to talk about that
landonorris congratulations, mum and dad
â alex_albon congratulations, mum and dad
â georgerussell63 congratulations, mum and dad
â YourUserName i didnât sign up for this responsibility
â danielricciardo theyâre a package deal, babe. they come with me
maxverstappen1 oh, thank god. It was so hard keeping this to myself in interviews
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danielricciardo contrary to popular belief, pierre is not my favourite gasly
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YourUserName aww, mon coeur, you actually used nice photos
â danielricciardo donât speak french to me, you know it turns me on
â maxverstappen1 i miss when you publicly hated each other
pierregasly you take that back!
pierregasly thatâs it. youâre off the Christmas card list
francisca.cgomes wonderful, daniel, now heâs sulking
â YourUserName you get used to it. they may seem cool but all f1 drivers are essentially big crybabies
â danielricciardo hey!
â charles_leclerc hey!
â pierregasly hey!
â alex_albon hey!
â landonorris hey!
â carlossainz55 hey!
â georgerussell63 true
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Peter Anderson: Hi, my name is Peter Anderson. I'm from Peter Anderson Studio and we created the title sequence to Good Omens Season Two. So this scene is quite literally a continuation from Season One.
An interesting detail with this scene is the fly. The fly is significant because it stores Gabriel's memory.
Gabriel is hidden in every scene. This is the first time we see it.
This goat is half bird, half goat, representing a mistake in a moment of transformation.
In the pickled herring barrel, we have literally red herrings sticking out.
A lot of the gravestones have hidden engravings, easter eggs, all written by Neil.
[This one says: HERE LIES THE FORMER SHELL OF BEELZEBUB referncing Beelzebub having a new face in S2 :), another ones are: EVERYDAY, JANE AUSTEN, Here lies ADAM (the Adam from Adam and Eve is meant)]
Another hidden Gabriel.
Our same character that was trying to escape Hell in Season One titles is also trying to escape here, moving in the opposite direction to the rest of the procession. Except this time he's apprehended and dragged back into the procession.
Our Hell spider from episode four makes a little appearance in the background here.
Can you tell where the bus is going? Director Douglas McKinnon selected Powell and Pressburger's Stairway to Heaven to put on the billboard.
Another thing to note here is the type is all handmade specifically for Good Omens. The Alphabet only exists within the show.
The big floating turnip is a nod to Azirafel's magic tricks.
The Ladies of Camelot poster we pulled from the show.
We added plaques to the back of the chairs and Neil chose who to honour.
[There are: A TALE OF TWO CITIES by CHARLES DICKENS, PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by JANE AUSTEN, THE CROW ROAD by IAIN BANKS (twice!) and GOOD OMENS by TERRY PRATCHETT (Neil missing for some reason :) <3)]
Saraqael made an appearance from Heaven.
Our Space is back from Season One. Aziraphale and Crowley are having a little dance here. A moment of flirtation. There's a tiny planet in the middle that comes into existence at this moment.
Our Scottish tartan hills make an appearance here.
The aeroplane and the airline is a little bit of a clue here.
[THY KINGDOM AIRWAYS đ]
It's raining love hearts in reference to Aziraphale's attempt at making Maggie and Nina fall in love.
Here are elevators to Heaven and Hell. A wee thing to spot. Here is Gabriel in the lift arriving from Heaven.
We've updated our flags to reference some of the plotlines in Season Two. For example, The Second Coming.
The movie poster artwork changes every week, representing the episode plotlines and the minisodes. We made the posters to look like the time period and in this case we've got a Good Omens version of Buddy Holly.
[The posters are:]
In the snack bar some of our popcorn is actually communion wafers.
There are specific characters from Season One in the boxes watching the movie as the procession goes by. This includes some of our original concept art from Season One.
The duck playing the accordion is from a newspaper headline that someone is reading in The Dirty Donkey from one of the episodes.
[this is also from the Good Omens book :): "Daily Mail. 'Letter From America.' Um, August the third," said Newt. "Just after the story about the woman in Worms, Nebraska, who taught her duck to play the accordion."]
Each episode is showing a new movie on the screen, each one selected by Douglas, and has clues about what's to come.
The season one phone box tumbles in the background.
The big mountain is made of all the ingredients from Season Two and a couple of remnants from Season One. We are heading towards the biggest Easter Egg, which is the lift. We're heading towards the Second Coming..
if you're still interested in smutty requests.. what about the line "want me to serenade you while you strip?" and it's eddie jokingly saying this to reader and she runs with it and he tries to keep playing but COME ON there's more important things those fingers should be doing đ
congrats! u win the award for most eddie coded request of all time :D â eddie makes you laugh when you get nervous undressing in front of him (18+, allusion to smut, 0.7k)
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âStop looking at me like that!â you whine with your arms crossed over your nearly bare chest. âYouâre making it weird!â
Eddie laughs loud. âWhere am I supposed to look?â he asks, leaning back on the mattress and propping his weight on his elbows. Heâs got a better view of you from this angle. More of your half-naked body in his sight.
âI can feel you looking at meâ Itâs making me feel weird.â
âWell, how am I supposed to look anywhere else when youâre in front of me like this, huh?âÂ
His eyes are lidded and swimming with melted chocolate. Youâre not sure how youâve captured his attention like this, in the tamest underwear you own and your most ancient bra. Heâs looking at you like youâre already undressed â like youâre still pretty even though you arenât.
âYouâre an idiot,â you giggle, glittering with adoration.
âAnd youâre the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen,â he quips without thinking twice, wild head titled to his shoulder and a crooked smirk on his kissed mouth. âSo I guess weâre even.â
His eyes rake over you again, heavy like itâs the first time theyâve ever seen you.Â
He pulls his plush lip between his teeth and, almost absentmindedly so, brings his palm to the crotch of his jeans. He grips his covered cock with a pale hand, shifting it slightly within the confines of the denim. It grows slowly and achingly stiff the longer he looks at you.
Eddie looks like a Renaissance painting like this. Ethereal and hedonistic. You almost forget to breathe.
âI havenât even done anything yet,â you say with a forced laugh.
âYouâre half-naked in my bedroom, dollâ thatâs all you need to do,â he chuckles, golden and more sincere than yours. His ringed fingers clutch tighter at his covered bulge. He breathes hard through his nose. âYou could be fully clothed, and youâd still turn me on.â
âStop messing with me,â you argue in a tiny voice, features twisted in a subtle pout.
âIâm not messing with you.â
âDo you want me to get naked? Or should I just stand here for the next two minutes?â
âTwo minutes? Câmon. Give me a little credit. At least, two-and-a-half,â Eddie jokes. And then, when you laugh, he assures you. âYou donât have to get undressed if it makes you uncomfortable. Unless it would make you feel better if I serenaded youââ
âNo.â
ââToo late.âÂ
You reach your arms for the clasp of your bra. Eddieâs voice fills the trailer â âdo, do, do, do-do-do-do-do-doâ â the high-pitched intro to âI Was Made for Loving You.â It makes you laugh loud. A big, girlish laugh that makes your head drop back.
Your bra comes off, and you forget to be nervous.
âWhy are you laughinâ at me, huh?â Eddie jokes, eyes going squishy around the edges when he looks at you.
ââCause thatâs, like, the least sexiest part of that song.â
âI beg to differ.â
âWell, are you gonna keep singing, superstar? Or am I gonna have to keep my underwear on?â
He goes dumb for a flash of a second, forgets the lyrics and how to form the words of them in his mouth. He jumbles them together for a second in mindless mumbles until the real thing spills from his lips. âââCause girl, you were made for me⌠And girl, I was made for youâŚâ
You tug your panties down your thighs while he sings for you. You make a big show of it too, tossing the pair of them into your loverâs lap and giggling when it gets him all flustered.Â
âFuckâ câmere,â he urges, as dumb as he is breathless, now that youâre fully naked in front of him. His hand drops to his lap again, palming at his stiffening length to ease the ache there. His free hand reaches out for you. âCan youâ Just come sit in my lap, baby, please.â
You donât know why heâs groveling. You were breaking the second you saw him melting for you. Not thinking straight enough to tease him about it, you settle yourself over his lap â kneeling on the mattress, both of your thighs straddling one of his.
You linger there, just above him. Eddieâs ringed hands reach gently for your warm jaw to pull you closer to him. You donât give in so easily â âKeep singing for me, rockstar. You got a show to warm up for, remember?â
Eddie blinks up at you, eyes wide and lidded and honeyed. He looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. Like youâre some ethereal being carved out of stone. Like youâre the prettiest thing heâs ever seen because you are.
âShit,â he curses under his breath. âThis is so fucking metal.â
summary: lando norris is hot and the 2024 fireproofs drive you crazy.
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warnings: suggestive comments
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youâve been grateful to mclaren for many things over the years, but aside from a fast car, this has to be the best gift theyâve bestowed upon you.
you donât think itâs an exaggeration when you say that your jaw unhinged the first time you saw lando wearing the new black fireproofs that mclaren has him and oscar in for the 2024 season. heâd sent you pictures, along with a text saying, âwhat do you think? đâ
youâd responded with âyeah, not badâ and subsequently spent the next half hour screaming into your pillow. you were able to save face over text, but now that testing is here, youâre a lost cause.
youâd seen lando in black fireproofs before, but something about this year is different. something about him is different. heâs more confident, more determined, and he somehow managed to fill out even more during winter break.
lando had felt bad for mclarenâs car launch sabotaging your valentineâs day, so while you were in the middle of insisting that it wasnât a big deal, he was booking you a plane ticket to join him in bahrain for the grand prix and testing the week before.
so now, youâre twiddling your thumbs as you sit in your boyfriendâs driver room, both anxious to see him before his testing session begins and hoping heâll be occupied on the pit wall for just a little longer so you can figure out how to keep your composure once he changes into his race suit.
âyouâre still here?â it comes out like half an exclamation and half a question as lando slips into the room.
âyou havenât even gone out on the track, of course iâm still here,â you giggle when he pulls you into his arms and starts pressing kisses all over your face. âi canât wait to see you put the car through its paces. oscar looked pretty good out there.â
âiâd rather put you through your paces,â he mumbles in your ear, and you smack his shoulder.
âmaybe later, if youâre not too tired.â
âiâm never too tired for you.â he winks and kisses your nose before turning to change.
you have no shame in ogling his ass out of the corner of your eye as he does so, but for the most part youâre looking at updates from the first session on your phone until he sits down next to you to put his shoes on.
those damn fireproofs.
they hug his body a little too nicely. the muscles in his chest, back, and arms are perfectly defined courtesy of the tight material. you canât even think about his shoulder to waist ratio without feeling a little dizzy with desire.
âyouâre drooling,â he teases as he stands back up, the both of you knowing damn well that he loves it when you stare at him.
âi canât help it, youâre too hot.â youâve never had a problem with telling him just how fine he is, especially because your praise always manages to make him blush and that just makes him impossibly more attractive.
âhow am i supposed to let you leave this room?â you complain, wrapping your arms around his torso.
he buries his red face in your shoulder. âthe sooner i leave, the sooner i come back and show you a good time.â
âi thought you were taking me out to dinner.â
âthatâs what i was talking about,â his tone is dripping in faux innocence, and you know heâs messing with you when you feel him kiss your neck. âgood to know where your priorities lie, though.â
you open your mouth to patronize him, but youâre cut off when he squeezes your hips, causing you to yelp. âyou are impossible.â
âhmm, good thing you love me so much then.â you can hear his smile as he speaks, and you run your hands across his back, feeling every ridge of muscle through the material of the fireproofs.
your phone starts buzzing in your pocketâ the alarm youâd set to remind yourself of when he needed to get in the car. âalright,â you reluctantly separate yourself from him, taking one last lingering look at his figure before he pulls the other half of his race suit on. âiâll stay for an hour or two and meet you back at the hotel, okay?â
âwhat dress are you wearing tonight?â he asks as he holds the door open for you.
âthe papaya one,â you smirk, and he groans, dragging a hand through his hair.
âyouâre gonna kill me, baby.â
note: i wrote most of this at 2 am in a purely feral state and did the bare minimum in editing because iâm drowning in schoolwork so apologies if itâs a bit rough!! mclaren posted a 10 second video of lando and oscar walking around and that was all it took.
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Summary: You're full of Joel, but you need him in your mouth, too. Joel delivers.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, pwp, rough sex, dom!joel, sub!reader, established relationship, everything that happens is discussed and consensual, cursing, praise kink, size kink, degradation kink, unprotected p in v, minor anal play, nipple play, reader is obsessed with Joel's fingers, hair pulling, (1) ass slapping, manhandling, gagging kink, deepthroat, free use at the end, facial, cum eating, belated aftercare, as always, let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: There's not much to say, this is pure filth, just to cleanse my palette of all the anguish I've brought upon myself! It was written on a whim, so here goes đ
P.S.: I don't need to remind you how much I hate summaries. I hate them. OK, ily all, bye!
Dividers by @cafekitsune
âFuck, you feel so good-â Joel pants between your breasts as you take him deep inside you, riding him, âuuuuuh, perfect- fuck- perfect little pussy-â Heâs so big, you feel him in your belly. Your cunt is stretched to its limit but youâre so wet from all the orgasms he pulled out of you before impaling you on his hard cock, that he slides inside you with ease.
He sits on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the soft carpet beneath him. His hands cradle your ass, kneading it and maneuvering you up and down on his thick cock, while you lock your hands around his neck for leverage.
His fingertips glide lightly over your asshole as he holds you open and stretched in his palms, feeling your tight ring of muscle clench on his digits. His lower belly and balls are soaked in your arousal, the hairs on his base glued together by your sticky slick. Your clit rubs against them every time you roll your hips.
Joel runs his big calloused palms up your back, sending shivers down your spine and as you arch your back in pleasure, pushing your breasts closer to his face, he cups them, pinching your hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You look down at his hands as he continues to arouse your tits and the sight makes your clit twitch and your cunt clench around him.
His wet tongue enters the game, flicking it up and down over your erect nubs, sending jolts of pleasure through your body and your thighs begin to tremble both from exhaustion and arousal.
Your fingers run through his hair, tugging gently. He moans as his hand comes down hard on your asscheek. You whimper at the spreading pain, your cunt gushing around his cock, the lewd sounds of your joined sexes only making it more obvious.
You fuck him so good and hard, sucking him deep inside you, you start creaming around him.
You become obsessed with his hands. Big, strong, veined and tanned, with tiny freckles, his fingers calloused and skillful; their expert touch, always bring you to completion.
âI wanna suck your fingers. Please..â you coo into his ear, your hands tugging desperately at the unruly curls at the back of his head.
âMhhhh..yeah?â Joel turns his head towards you, his aquiline nose pressing against your cheek.
Your grip on him tightens as you continue to bounce on his cock, your voice laced with need and lust, âPlease, Joel..â
Joel grants your wish and moves a palm away from your breast but doesnât bring it to your mouth. Instead, he snakes it between your bodies, collecting your arousal from his slick-coated base. Heâs going to be the death of you.
He brings his shiny fingers to your face allowing you to take the lead, go on, then. Milky strings of your slick create little webs connecting his digits together.
You encircle his wrist with your delicate fingers and bring his palm to your nose, smelling the combination of your juices and his musk, making your eyes roll. âYou dirty little thing..â he mutters to himself, smirking as he begins to meet your thrusts with his own, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the otherwise silent room.
You open your eyes and slowly wrap your lips around his middle and ring fingers, swirling your tongue around the tips as you would his cock head. âFuck.â he grunts through his teeth and you feel him twitch inside you, his breath stuttering. You hollow out your cheeks and suck them into your warm mouth, bobbing your head up and down on them, your eyes never leaving his.
âYou like that, babygirl? Suckinâ my fingers like you do my cock?â
âMmhmm..â you all but moan, your face wrecked from the intensity of the moment.
âWanna gag on them?â Fuck yes.
âMhhhhâ you whine now, sucking even harder to make a point. He pushes his fingers further into your mouth as his cock pushes deeper into you, stroking that sweet spot that only he can reach. He presses on your gag reflex, making you gag and your eyes water. Your grip on his wrist is firm, making sure his fingers stay in your mouth.
âSuch a fuckinâ whore fâ me, arenât you? Stuffing your holes full âa me, huh?â You clench violently around him, almost to the point of coming, your breath coming in short pants. He leans forward, his lips brushing your ear âMaybe I should stuff your tight little hole with my other hand, I bet youâd like me in there, too. I bet youâd take me so well, yeah?â
His dirty talk drives you wild and you arch your spine again, moaning around his fingers but he quickly withdraws them, strings of saliva briefly connecting your lips to his tips and you whimper at the loss.
He lowers his slick fingers to tap quickly but gently on your swollen clit. You cry out at the stimulation, waves of electricity rippling through your body. âGonna come on my cock baby? Yeah..â he breathes, his eyes fixed on your face, contorted with pleasure, âYeah, you are.â
That does it; you come so hard, spasming around his stiff length, making a mess on his lap. Joel stops fucking into you, staying buried to the hilt inside you, feeling the tight grip of your cunt choking him in rhythm.
âThatâs it, thaaatâs it, look at me, baby, fuck- fuckmmphh- this perfect cunt-â Joel keeps guiding you through your orgasm, biting where your neck meets your shoulder.
Your mouth is slack from the force of your release but it feels so empty and before you come down completely you are begging for him. âI need you in my mouth, Joel- I need you to fill me with your cum, please Joel, please..â you beg deliriously.
âChrist, baby.â Joel grits his teeth and pulls you off his lap and his hard member, forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your hair. He can't deny you when you beg so prettily.
The taste is heavenly. Tasting yourself on him as you breathe in his heady scent makes your head spin with desire. âThatâs it, gag on it.â he says as he focuses on his shaft, veiny, swollen and shiny, disappearing into your warm mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.
He knows. He sees it all in your eyes, youâre so far gone, surrendered to your pleasure and his. Joel begins to fuck your throat in deep, sharp thrusts, his thighs tensing and bulging under your palms. He rests his hand around your throat, feeling it bulge under his fingertips.
Youâre utterly ruined. Your eyes are bloodshot and filled with tears, and your lips are stretched and swollen as you drool around him. Your face is coated in sweat, saliva and your arousal. You can taste your cum and his pre-cum on your tongue, along with every ridge and vein of his erection. You just kneel there, between his legs like a toy, letting him take and give what you both need.
âFuck, look at you. Look at you, my sweet girl, choking on this big cock.â
You donât react, you just sit there, pliant and doe-eyed and take it; content and worry-free. You make it so hard for him to hold back any longer. Heâs about to come and he has this irresistible urge to ruin that innocent, fucked out look on your face.
He pulls his cock out of your mouth and jerks furiously over your face, his biceps flexing from the effort, his other hand firmly gripping your hair to maneuver you as he pleases. You look up at him in total surrender, tongue out, longing for whatâs to come.
His eyebrows are drawn together, his jaw is slack and his mouth is open in that perfect shape that his plush lips form, as he breathes heavily. His broad torso, covered in both yours and his sweat, rises and falls rapidly, his muscles flexing deliciously under his skin.
He comes and comes with a deep, guttural moan all over your face; your forehead, your eyelashes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, everything is marked by his thick, warm, milky cum. Your cunt flutters at this act of degradation and possession.
âDonât open them; itâll sting.â you hear him say while catching his breath, referring to your closed eyes and your cum-coated lashes. You do as he says and wait behind the darkness of your closed eyelids for him to take care of you. But Joel just sits there, admiring his handiwork as he comes down from his high.
You can hear his heavy breathing and the lack of sight is the only thing that makes you realize heâs human, like you. This otherwise divine creature is human.
âLetâs clean you up.â you finally hear him say as you feel his thumb wipe his now cold and dry cum from your skin, press it gently against your lips and feed it to you. You swallow every last drop of it, your tongue warm and welcoming around his digit. He leaves your eyes last.
When heâs finished, he holds the sides of your face with his palms, taking a good look at your submissive form, resting his forehead against yours.
You slowly open your eyes as he plants soft kisses all over your face. âPerfect..â you hear him murmur, more to himself than to you.
(Photo credit to @ave661, go check her renders out, they're really good)
Parenthood is a terrifying experience, especially as first time parent. Even with preparation, all the books, and a loving husband. Lizzy had been sniffly the night before, but not too terribly. Nothing of concern though.
So imagine your surprise when you go to check on your 6 month old in the morning and you feel her head is hot.
"Ohh no no no baby" You say, panicked as you gently pick her up. Her little whimpers practically break your heart as you take her to your shared with Simon. You push the door open and see that Simon is already getting dressed, pulling his shirt off.
"Si she's sick, like really sick" You say, trying to not cry, anxiety rising. Fevers as an adult or even as a teenager are easier to fight off but as a baby? It truly is cause for concern.
He holds his arms out to hold Lizzy and puts the back of his hand to her forehead, frowning at the warmness. He gently swipes his thumb on her cheek and kisses her forehead.
"You not feelin good, sweetheart?" He asks her, "come on, let's get ya some medicine, hm?"
He leans over and kisses you on the forehead, "C'mon mama"
He walks to the bathroom, with you short behind, and opens the medicine. He hands Lizzy off to you, and opens the medicine cabinet.
"Glad we got this, huh?" He smiles slightly, opening the bottle of kid's ibuprofen. He Snaps one of the little tablets in half shows the little piece to Lizzy, smiling at her.
"Open up, love" he says softly, "Gonna make ya feel better"
He gently parts her lips and puts the small tablet on her tongue. She immediately starts to suck on the tablet, nose slightly scrunching from the weird tastes. He runs his fingers through her soft curls, kissing her head. He notices you trying to keep calm, your lip twitching slightly and obviously keeping back tears.
"She'll be okay, just a lil sick, ya?", He tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you, "C'mon, lets give her a bath"
He sits you down on the toilet while he runs an slightly cooler bath so that she doesn't go into shock. While he runs the bath, you look down at Lizzy. Her face is a little red and her nose is runny. Your eyes well up in tears. Logically you know she'll be okay, but she's so little.
You never thought a baby with Simon would/ could happen, yet here she was. Brown curls, big brown eyes just like her dad's, a shining reflection of the man you love. Nothing prepared you for the overwhelming love you felt when you first held her. The click of motherhood that you instantly had when her skin touched yours causing you to cry. Your sweet girl.
You snap out your thoughts as you hear Simon call for you.
"Hm?" you say half mindedly, looking up at him.
"Bath's ready"
You hum in acknowledgement, standing up and setting her down on the counter, undressing her. You check the water temperature, and gently set her in the baby bath basket you got for her. She splashes a little, feeling cold in the room temperature water due to her fever. She whimper and fusses and you sniffle again.
"I know baby, I know", you coo at her, "You'll be okay, my love. Just gotta get you clean, yeah?"
The bath goes smoothly (with a few tears let's be honest). You pass her off to Simon as you go off to get her crib sheets and blankets changed out and pick out her outfit. Simon walks in with her in her little towel and a fresh diaper. You help change her into her clothes and go to the kitchen to make her a half bottle of warm formula.
You grab the bottle and head towards the nursery but notice he's laying on the couch with Lizzy on his chest. Standing in the doorway, you can see how tired they both are, Lizzy sick and Simon, well, REASONS đ. You go back to the kitchen and put the bottle into the fridge for later. You gently tiptoe into the living room so you don't wake them up, and cuddle up to Simon's arms.
You check Lizzy's breathing and forehead temperature before allowing yourself to relax into him. His arm pulls you into him as he kisses your forehead.
I ADORE your writing and get so excited everytime you post đ
I wanted to ask if youâre okay with writing a poly!marauders x reader fic where r is an overthinker and over analyzes small things. It brings r to think the boys are mad at reader so r begins to close offâ happy ending w/ healthy communication, just them reassuring r
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thank you baby! I'm so glad to have you here with me đ thanks for your request đŤś
poly!marauders x fem!reader
CW: insecurities, overthinking, belief of conflict, eventual healthy communication skills, men behaving rationally (that's how you know it's fiction) jkjkjkjkjk đ
You knew you were overthinking; you could actually hear yourself spiraling as you chewed aggressively on your cuticles. You ran through every single interaction you and the boys had throughout the past few days and couldnât help but come to the same conclusion every time.
They were mad at you.
And even saying it aloud made you feel silly because, really, what could you have possibly done that would have managed to upset all three of them without knowing about it?
There had been a few disagreements between the four of you since the beginning of the relationship; more specifically since you had joined the relationship.Â
The boys, it seemed, went through most of their more volatile fights prior to you meeting them.Â
But that didnât mean there werenât arguments. There were always differences of opinions, some hurt feelings, and learning everyoneâs sensitivities and love languages etc. didnât happen overnight; it took time.
One thing you were particularly thankful for was that you had yet to ever feel like the boys were âganging upâ on you. Your argument always stayed between you and the participant of the conversation and everyone else opted to stay out of it unless they felt they could provide some helpful insight.Â
But for all of them to be mad at you without some big blow up happening? You couldn't imagine what would have caused it.
It wouldnât have been anything you said or done to Sirius, as he was a very head strong person who preferred to face things upfront and head on. If you had done something wrong to Sirius, you would have heard about it.Â
James was a wild card since he usually wore his feelings on his sleeve, but he also had a tendency to paint a smile on his face and smile through the pain in order to keep the peace.Â
Remus was often stoic and the voice of reason, but you also knew he could be incredibly sensitive.
Oh god... had you done something to upset Remus? You must have...itâs the only rational explanation. Heâd likely be telling Sirius not to say anything to you, and since Sirius struggled in biting his tongue, it would make sense that he opt for the âif you have nothing nice to say, donât say anything at allâ route.
And though James did tend to smile through the pain in order to keep the peace, he was also fiercely protective of his people â particularly when those people donât seem inclined to stand up for themselves.
Oh god. Is this why they asked you to come over tonight? They wanted to talk to you...no, they wanted to break up with you.Â
By the time James opened the door, you had forgotten you even knocked. He was all bright smiles until he took in your form â he was disappointed to see you.Â
âHello, honey. Come on in.â He said, though his words were stilted, sounding oddly scripted and rehearsed.Â
âHey sweets!â Sirius called from somewhere in their flat, âhave you eaten yet?â
âYeah.â You called back, having to clear your throat when your voice came out gravelly. You could feel Jamesâ eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.
âMoonyâs running late from work, but heâll be home soon.â James announced as he ushered you into the living room.
You scanned your surroundings, cataloguing everything like it might be your last time in here.
You found signs of Remusâ love of trinkets and the oddities everywhere you looked, as well as signs of James and Sirius feeding into that by bringing him home things theyâve found as well. Thereâs a small pewter fox you bought on your trip to the coast sitting on one of the shelves of his bookcase.
Picture frames lined the walls; evidence of Siriusâ love for photography, his camera, and his favourite people.
And the god-awful pillow James found at an estate sale and insisted it have a place on the couch. It was ugly, it was lumpy, it didnât match with anything else in the space, but it was Jamesâ and he loved it.
Sirius came bounding into the room and rubbed at Jamesâ shoulder affectionately, pecking a quick kiss to the crown of your head in hello before breezing by to head to the kitchen.
âHe just got a home a few moments ago, heâs gonna heat up some leftovers for him and for Remus when he gets home.â James explained.
âDo you want any, doll?â Sirius called.
âNo, Iâm okay. Thank you!â You tried your best to sound upbeat while a horrid feeling settled in your stomach.
James seemed to feel just as awkward as you did; keeping his eyes dutifully on you whilst trying to appear that he wasnât. His leg bounced anxiously underneath him as he leaned onto the arm of the grandfather chair he sat in â across the room from you.
It may as well have been an ocean worth of distance with the way it left you feeling.
Sirius returned to the living room a few moments later and made himself comfortable on the other end of the couch from you, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table after placing a glass of water directly on the coffee table. You wanted to chide him, knowing Remus would have him by the bollocks if he saw, but you didnât know if it was your place anymore.
Sirius asked you how your day at work was and you offered him a vague âoh it was alright. Long. How about yours?â which started him on a long tangent about some of his more colourful customers today and how tiresome he found people in general. He and James shared some quips and anecdotes about worst moments in their various retail experiences, and you thought about how much you were going to miss this.
âOkay, what is going on?â Sirius snapped abruptly, causing your head to shoot up so quickly that you heard it crack.
âHuh?â You asked sheepishly.
Siriusâ brows furrowed as he stole a glance at James before turning back to you. âYouâre being weird...whatâs going on with you?â
But you didnât get a chance to answer when the sound of the front door alerted everyone to Remusâ arrival. You hated that you visibly tensed at the sound of him moving down the hall.
âHey bubs. Is she here?â You heard him ask James, since you and Sirius couldnât yet see him nor he you from his position in the hall way.
You felt your face scrunch up miserably and quickly brought your hands up to shield your face, choking out a silent sob.
âYeah.â James responded, though his voice was but a whisper as Sirius added a âwhoaâ at the same time.Â
âWhat did you guys do?â Remus cooed and made his way towards you having spotted your distress.
âIâm sorry.â You muttered miserably, both for whatever youâd done to cause this conflict between the four of you and also for your embarrassing display of emotions.
âWhat are you sorry for, dovey?â Remus asked softly as he knelt in front of you, gently taking your wrists and coaxing them away from your face.Â
âFor upsetting you all.â
Remusâ brows furrowed beyond their worried state and into a more confused state as he turned to look at the other two boys in bemusement.Â
âWell, I donât think any of us are happy that youâre so upset, love, but weâre not upset. You donât have to apologize.â He pressed.
âI donât think thatâs what this is.â James input from his place across the room.
âIâm sorry. Iâm not quite sure why youâre mad at me, but Iâd like to talk about it with you and I promise not to do it again.â You cried, sounding disturbingly and embarrassingly close to begging.
âMad at you? Is that why youâve been such a weirdo tonight? You thought we were mad at you?â Sirius asked incredulously.
âDonât call her a weirdo, Pads!â James chided, standing from his chair.Â
âWhyâd you think everyone was mad at you, dove?â Remus asked, ignoring the squawking of his boyfriends behind him as he forced you to hold eye contact with him.
âI... I donât know, I guess things just felt kind of off this week and then...I donât know.â You admitted dumbly. âAnd then I got here and, it just felt weird.â
âIâm sorry, angel.â James apologized, suddenly beside you having taken to sitting directly on top of (a very petulant) Sirius. âYou seemed distressed and... I got nervous. Usually, Rem is the better one at handling these things, I wanted to wait until he got here to broach the subject. Sirius, though, has the tact of a bull.â
âSo, you were just going to let all of us sit here awkwardly until Remus got here to save the day, huh? Not on my fucking watch.â Sirius groaned as he positioned himself to kick James not only off of him, but off the couch completely. This caused Siriusâ glass of water to topple off the coffee table and onto the rug below it.
âNice going, Prongs,â Sirius spat victoriously from his place on the couch, âlook at the mess youâve made.â
âIt wasnât even my cup!â James defended.
âDonât think I didnât notice that wasnât on a fuckin' coaster, Sirius.â Remus reproached darkly, tossing the dark-haired boy a glare over his shoulder.
Sirius just smirked and then winked at you. âThere you go, dollface, now everyoneâs mad at me instead.â
âAwe, Pads!â James cooed from the ground before launching himself back onto Sirius. âLook at you, taking the heat off our pretty girl.â
Remus shook his head in exhaustion, but you could see a fond smile ghosting his lips from his place before you.
âTrust me, dove. Youâre the least of our problems.â
You chuckled wetly and wiped the tears (and more embarrassingly, the snot) from your face. âIâm sorry. I feel rather silly now.â
Sirius, having given up on his instance to be the little spoon between he and James, looked around Jamesâ broad frame in his lap to face you. âHow about this; if weâre ever upset with you, we promise to tell you. If we havenât said anything; itâs safe to assume weâre not mad. Okay?â
You nodded in agreement.
âAnd...â James continued. âNext time you find yourself feeling like this, maybe you can tell us, too?â
You nodded emphatically. âYes, I promise. Iâm sorry.â
Remus kissed the backs of both of your hands and stood from his knelt position in front of you.
âNo more sorryâs, dove. Weâre all good.â
James stood from Siriusâ lap to place a warm kiss to the space between your cheek and ear and whispered another apology for your being upset.
âHey, Moons?â Sirius called.
âYeah?â
âAre you heading to the kitchen?â He called with the sort of smirk that caused you and James to exchange a suspicious look.
âYeah.â
âCan you grab me a glass of water, please?â
âFuckinâ hell Sirius get off your arse. And use a sodding coaster.â Remus bellowed from the bedroom.
âSee? Youâre the least of our problems.â James repeated, stamping another kiss to your cheek.Â
OMGGGG pleaseee i need a part 2 to Adamâs sinner đŠđŠđŠđŠ Maybe itâs the next extermination and Adam protects his darling sinner from exterminators đđ
Maybe more smut if youâd like đŤŁ
Adamâs Sinner
Part 2/3 Part 3
A/N: As much as I would love to make it smutty, I have a lot of smut requests and I donât want it to get repetitive so this piece is just hella fluffy. I hope you enjoy anyway xox
Adam didnât really come up with a solution to keep his promise, rather he just used his status in Heaven to come and go as he pleased, and would sneak down to Hell once a month.
His mask had demonic features, which worked in his favor staying discrete in Hell. Not that he was out and about for long, he always went straight to (Name)âs house, but still.
A year passed, and their little system was working, and before they knew it, the next extermination was upon them. âRemember,â Adam said during his last visit before the extermination. âLock down. Stay inside. Hide.â âI know.â He kissed her forehead.
The extermination was brutal, as it always was. Adam had about a hundred and six kills under his belt and was bragging about his last kill to Lute. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold.
(Name), running from one of his exterminators.
Lute noticed Adamâs face drop, looking like heâd seen a ghost. âAre you okay, sir?â Adam didnât answer, instead rushing towards the alley his exterminator had chased (Name) into.
(Name) was on the ground, his exterminatorâs foot on her chest. She raised her spear and (Name) closed her eyes. âHEY!â His exterminator, Danni, jumped, spear faltering. âSir?â
âThis one is mine,â Adam bit back his panic. âShe fucked up one of my kills last year.â
âOh. Sorry, sir, sheâs all yours.â Danni flew off, chasing an sinner. Once she was out of sight, Adam rounded on (Name).
âWhat the FUCK are you doing out here? I told you to stay inside! You were almost fucking killed!â
âAdam-â
âNo, you know what, I donât even want to fucking hear it.â Adam was seething from the scare sheâd just given him. âGet your fucking ass home, right now, we will talk about this later.â
They both looked around to make sure no one was watching before they each departed, Adam back to the skies and (Name) back to her apartment. Adam paused his killing spree to make sure she got home safe from afar.
Later that night, when all the exterminators had returned to Heaven, Adam made his way to (Name)âs place.
âYou want to tell me why you were out on the fucking streets during the damn extermination?â
(Name) looked embarassed. âMy friendââ
âNo friend is worth risking YOUR life. You fucking hear me?â (Name) couldnât look at him, slightly intimidated. Adam sighed. â...Sorry.â
He pulled her into him and closed his wings around her. She wound her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. For a few minutes they just stood there, Adam reassuring himself that she was there and she was fine.
âDonât do shit like that, tits, you scared the fuck out of me.â (Name) chuckled, Adam sounding much more like himself now. She took his hands in hers.
âIâm sorry. That was stupid of me.â
Adam scoffed. âYeah it fuckinâ was. Youâre lucky I love your dumbass.â
âYou love me?â
Adamâs mind was a chorus of âshit shit shitâ, but he owned it. âYeah, whatâs the big fucking deal?â
(Name) smiled and yanked him down to her level by the collar, pressing her lips to his. Adam melted into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips. After a long moment, they pulled apart.
idea : your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities.
word count : 0.8k
type : headcanons
pairing/s involved : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Leo Valdez / Frank Zhang / Nico Di Angelo x Reader
warning/s : phobia speaks for itself. personally, it's thalassophobia for me. đ
here is my masterlist!
Jason Grace | Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)
Due to having the same fear as his sister, Jason is completely aware of the dos and dont's when you're an acrophobic.
If you two are forced in situations where you need to be in high places, he always attempts to distract you with anything he can think of.
He prefers embarrassing stories over jokes. His delivery is too deadass and his 'i'm-trying-hard-here-it's-not-funny' look makes you laugh before the punchline.
Knowing that it can be associated with the fear of falling, Jason will reassure you every time that he's going to catch you.
If you did fall, during some battle for example, he will asks you to close your eyes and hold you tighter before slowly bringing you down.
He really lives up to that Superman nickname so much, the others started calling you Lois Lane.
Percy Jackson | Thalassophobia (Fear of Deep Bodies of Water)
Percy would be bummed out. Being the son of Poseidon, he loves to be in the water.
Everything about himâ from his favorite hobbies to his happiest of memories, revolves around it and he wants to share that with you.
He plans on taking you on trips underwater; introduce you to the majestic marine creatures nobody else has seen before, unravel mysteries the sea has to offer, and form a big bubble where you can do whatever you want without being interrupted (ehemđ).
But how can he make all of it possible when your fear is literally all of those?
Percy would want to help you get over it. He wouldn't force you but he will at least try convince you.
If you refuse, he will respect that.
But if you accept his help, he'll try to take it one step at a time. Probably by starting to show you how the sea, no matter terrifying it is, is also beautiful place.
Leo Valdez | Pyrophobia (Fear of Fire)
Initially, Leo will laugh. I mean, who wouldn't?
You're a pyrophobic yet you're dating someone who is actually made out of fire?
After he notices that you're not joking, he will begin to be terrified for you. Expect that Leo will be extra careful when you are with him, especially when he is working on something.
His contraptions deemed too dangerous like explosives, will be kept somewhere far away.
As much as he thinks your presence will make Bunker 9 a lovelier workspace, he will understand if you don't want to go there. The essense of it is from the god of fire himselfâ I mean you need a blast of fire to enter.
He also will refrain himself from using his fire abilities in a fight, making do with his inventions instead.
While pyrophobia doesn't have specific causes, it may be possible that you had some traumatic experience relating to fire. Leo doesn't want to hurt you or make you feel worse.
Frank Zhang | Zoophobia (Fear of Animals)
Frank is confused. He doesn't know that the fear of animals is a thing and would wonder why you agreed on dating him in the first place.
He will ask you tons of questions; what caused your phobia? Are you afraid of all animals, a few, or just one? What can I do? After your conversation, he's going to search more information.
If you're afraid of one animal only, Frank will forget it ever existed. He will never talk of that animal again even when you're not around.
The others will joke about it. Example, if you're scared of snakesâ
"What is a snake, Frank?"
"What's that, Leo? I have no idea, so let's never speak of it again."
In the case that you're afraid of all animals (this is a rare condition), he will not use his abilities and will train harder in combat.
When he really doesn't have a choice but to shapeshift in a fight, you two will separate with your friends' assurance that they got your back.
Frank is a nice guy but if someone made an offensive comment about your phobia or hardcore pranks involving that animal? Expect the wrath and rage of Mars.
Nico Di Angelo | Phasmophobia (Fear of Ghosts)
I'm sorry but Nico will slightly judge you. Really, a ghost? What are you, five?
Like Frank, he will ask you what caused your phobia.
He will feel terrible and comfort you if you have the same experience as Reina and Jason, who's loved ones turned into a mania. If it's because of horror movies, he will awkwardly pet your head.
You may think the subject is dropped but Nico will make sure that no ghost will ever come near you.
Having the infamous title 'Ghost King', he will not hesitate to torment and threaten the spirits who try to approach, scare, or talk to you.
He will take you on dates to McDonalds but he will not bring you to any 'ghost business'.
If you want to get rid of your phobia, Nico will summon ghosts who can entertain you; like singers, dancers, those that can do tricks, and stand up comedians.
He will also show you how easily he can bend any ghost to his will, proving to you that there's nothing to be afraid of.
Ok 1 I love your Halloween theme, and 2 can I request a delightfully unhinged threesome between estranged twins, jackson and Dr. Crane đ
oh my i wonder who could've given you such a ridiculously thirsty idea!!! definitely wasn't me ummm anyways this turned out to be another full length fic, so. yeah.
đđđđđđ | jonathan crane x reader x jackson rippner
length: 3.6k
warnings: NONCON SMUT (dark as fuck, 18+ only, read the warnings), kidnapping, implied stalking, yandere!jonathan, threesome with oral m receiving and breeding kink, housewife kink, slight corruption kink, possibly inexperienced jonathan??
It was eerie, seeing his twin on the other side of the doorway; it wasnât quite like looking in a mirror, but it was closer than anything else was.
The differences were obvious, and had only become stronger over time: the hair, the glasses, even the way they dressed. But the biggest difference between the brothers was their smiles⌠in fact, Jackson was wearing that tilted, toothy grin already. âWell, look at you,â he greeted smugly, âDoctor Crane.â
âI wasnât sure youâd really come,â Jonathan admitted quietly.
âI wasnât sure if youâd ever call me again,â Jackson laughed as he stepped inside, despite never actually having been invited in. âNice place, Docâ guess they pay you pretty good at the looney bin.â
âWe, uh, try not to use that term,â Jonathan mumbled as he watched Jackson roam the apartment, getting a little nervous that he might break one of the more expensive decorations or artifacts.
âSo, whatâs this problem you needed my help with?â Jackson wondered as he spun on his heel to face his brother. âMust be a pretty sticky situation youâve got yourself in if you have to ring up your big brother.â
âYouâre only fourâ"
âFour minutes older, yeah, I know,â he rolled his eyes, âbut somebody had to be first.â
âI need⌠advice,â Jonathan finally answered, âregarding a sort of⌠sensitive situation.â
âYou can spare the foreplay, Jonny, this isnât my first time,â Jackson smirked. âJust tell me what happened.â
âNothing⌠happened, really,â he sighed, âI just⌠thereâs someone that needs to be⌠dealt with.â
âIf you want a hit, I donât actually do that,â Jackson explained, âbut I can call somebody for youââ
âNot a hit, no,â Jonathan shook his head, âthe opposite, really⌠I need her kept alive.â
Jackson raised an eyebrow. âOh? A ladyfriend you want protected?â
âUh, sure,â Jonathan mumbled awkwardly, âbut Iâll take care of that. Itâs her, um, footprint, if you will. Her old identity, and all thatâ I need her to disappear, so to speak. W-well, she already disappeared⌠I just need people to stop looking for her.â
âYou know, youâre always full of surprises, Jonny,â Jackson laughed. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd think you have this woman in your basement.â
âI donât have a basement,â Jackson replied.
âThatâs⌠not the part I was expecting you to denyâŚâ
Soon enough, Jonathan escorted Jackson to his bedroom, where you were tied to one of the bedposts by your wrists, curled up in a shaking little ball, watching with wide eyes as the two men entered the room. Jackson realized you probably hadn't seen anyone other than Jonathan since getting here-- that, or you were just thinking oh fuck, there's two of them?!
âWhyâd you dress her up like that?â Jackson snorted, admiring the vintage-style dress and heels, with a matching set of pearl earrings and necklace. âI didnât know you were so⌠traditional.â
Jonathan cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting a bit pink. âCan we just focus on the present issue, please?â
"And what a lovely issue it is," Jackson cooed as he stepped closer to you, admiring you with a tilted head.
You watched him approach with wide eyes, finally speaking in a broken whisper. âPlease,â you choked out, âhelp meâ heâs keeping me here, I think heâs gonna kill meââ
âOh, Iâm not worried about that,â Jackson smiled, âheâs real sweet on you. Iâd just be worried about whatever freaky shit heâs into.â
âWell, as you can see, sheâs not adjusting very well,â Jonathan sighed. âI thought my drugs would helpâ and sheâs pretty obedient when sheâs been given a large dose, so I was sort of rightâ but I canât keep her high all day, sheâll build a tolerance. And I know her case is going to get a little too much attention, if there isnât some kind of closure for the police or the family sometime soon. I mean, a beautiful, promising young medical student? Gone without a trace? Itâs cable news catnip.â
âYouâre right about that,â Jackson agreed. âThereâs a pretty face perfect for the papers.â
As Jackson reached to tilt your chin, petting the line of your jaw, Jonathan slapped his hand away. âHey, hands to yourself,â Crane warned, âsheâs mine.â
âOkay, Mr. Defensive,â Jackson widened his eyes, raising his hands like he was perfectly innocent. âHow sloppy were you? Are they gonna find any evidence that brings them here?â
âI donât think so,â Jonathan sighed, âbut you canât be too sure. Even without evidence, she took one of my classes, so if they get desperate enough they can certainly trace her to me.â
Jackson sighed. âThatâs tricky,â he nodded. âAnd it gives us two options.â
âWhich are?â
âThe happy ending, and the sad ending,â Jackson explained. âHappy ending: I get one of my little computer nerd friends to fake a plane ticket to somewhere exotic. Send a postcard to a friend. Just like that, sheâs absconded from her old life, escaped the pressure of med school, and everyone thinks sheâs off somewhere getting her groove back or whatever.â
âAnd the sad ending?â
âBloody clothing planted by the woods, with a tip that somebody saw her hiking,â he shrugged. âBig bad wolf got to her. Simple as that. That oneâs handy because no oneâs gonna expect her to come back⌠and you can have her all to yourself, forever.â
Jonathan bit his lip, obviously excited by the idea. âI'm guessing that will require taking a sample from her?"
"Not too much," Jackson promised, "you're a doctor, you can do it safely."
"She's scared enough of me as it is," Jonathan sighed. "I thought she would... take to it a little faster."
"What, you thought she would like getting kidnapped?"
"I thought she would appreciate how well I can take care of her," Jonathan clarified.
"Oh, Jonny," Jackson laughed, "you haven't learned a thing about women since the last time I saw you, huh?"
Jonathan didn't even have the heart to deny it.
"When they ask if they look fat in something-- you just say no, don't even look, okay? It's like DARE: Just. Say. No." Jackson informed his brother sternly. "And when they say they're not hungry and don't want anything, just order some fries anyway or she's gonna end up with half your entrĂŠe. And most of all-- you can't forget this one-- they really dislike being kidnapped and held in captivity."
Jonathan crossed his arms. "I knew that," he announced defensively.
"Let me ask you this," Jackson began with a twinkle in his eye. "Have you used her yet?"
Jonathan shuddered a little, looking embarrassed as he looked at you and then to the floor. "J-just once..." he admitted. "That was... a lapse in restraint. I had wanted to wait until she was more comfortable, but..."
"But you just couldn't help yourself with a sweet little thing like this in your bed, huh?" Jackson finished. "I get it. And she looks cute when she's scared."
You shuddered under Jackson's hungry stare, and he winked at you. "So, you'll take care of it?" Jonathan reminded him. "Happy ending or sad ending, whatever you think is best."
"Well, I'm always a fan of a happy ending," Jackson smirked. "You know speaking of: I figure I can give you a good deal on this whole thing... you know, since you're family."
"Alright," Jonathan nodded.
âIâll make sure her case is closed⌠if you let me take her for a spin.â
It seemed to take Jonathan a moment to realize what that meant, before he laughed incredulously. âNo,â he asserted, âabsolutely not.â
âOh, donât be so insecure,â Jackson pouted, âsheâll still be yours when Iâm done with her. You can keep her for the rest of your lifeâ Iâm just asking for one night.â
"I can pay you very well for your time, Jackson," Jonathan promised.
"Eh, money's boring," Jackson shrugged.
"If I recall correctly, women tend to bore you pretty easily as well," Jonathan accused with a frown.
"Sheesh, you kidnap one woman and you start getting all judgmental that I haven't settled down," Jackson rolled his eyes. "I don't have a lot of time for anything serious, that's all. In fact, I barely have time for anything these days. That's why I figure I can help you break in Mrs. Crane over there."
"I don't need any help," Jonathan promised.
"Except for the part where, if I don't help you, you're probably gonna get caught with a missing woman tied to your bed," Jackson reminded him.
Jonathan sighed, clearly realizing the choice he had to make.
âC'mon, just a little favor for your favorite twin brother? You can stay and make sure I donât do anything you wouldnât⌠approve of,â Jackson rolled his eyes, âyou prude.â
"She's innocent," Jonathan breathed, "that's what I liked about her-- it's why I had to bring her here. You'll... you'll ruin her. I can't let you do that."
âSeems like you donât really have a choice,â Jackson noticed, lowering his voice and leaning in closer to Jonathan.
There was a pause, and finally Jackson turned to leave the room as he patted Jonathan on the back.
"Get a good lawyer, buddy," he offered as his final piece of advice.
But before he could take another step, Jonathan relented with a sigh: âMake it quick.â
âHey,â Jackson shrugged with a grin as he shed his jacket and tossed it aside, âno promises.â
He all but leapt onto the bed, crawling up to you as you whined and shrunk away.
âDid yâhear that, babydoll? Jonny said itâs my turn to play with you,â he purred.
As you tried to shrink away, he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down, forcing you onto your back and keeping your tied wrists above your head as the rope when taut.
He growled as he laid on top of you, leaning in to kiss your neck. âI can make it good for you,â he breathed, âif you behave. Itâll be so much better than whatever my idiot baby brother does to youâ promise.â
Jackson's hands crawled up your skirt, and he bit his lip as you kicked your legs in protest.
"Be good, baby," he warned you sharply. "Good girls get a treat... you know what bad girls get?"
You didn't seem that invested in an answer, but he continued anyways as he lowered his voice and spoke by your ear.
"Bad girls get fucked up the ass," he whispered, giving a quick little kiss to the side of your face; suddenly, you relaxed a bit under him and stopped resisting so much. "That's a good girl," he praised, spreading your legs a bit and petting them until he reached higher and found you totally bare under the dress. "Oh my, Jonny didn't even give you panties to wear? Poor baby..."
Jonathan shuddered and crossed his arms, looking away with his head and yet unable to actually look anywhere else but the bed. He was trying to figure out how his brother had gotten you to behave so quickly... when Jonathan had given in to temptation and forced himself on you, it was a constant battle to keep you down as you kicked and screamed and begged him to stop. Whether it was the sight before him now, or the memory of that night, Jonathan felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
Jackson sat up a bit, opening his own pants and sighing as he wrapped his hand around himself. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he purred as he held your legs open wide with his other hand. "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together, sweetheart."
He spit straight down onto you, smearing it around your opening with his tip, before pressing right up to your hole. He groaned loudly as he slid inside-- one long, slow stroke as he filled you. You whined and shut your eyes tight, but otherwise resisted the urge to struggle.
"Fuuuuck," Jackson purred, holding on tight to your hips as he simply buried himself inside you for a moment. "So tight, honey, Jesus."
Beginning to move, he laid himself down over you and kissed your neck again, moaning against your skin. You whimpered, back arching slightly under him, and he smiled when he felt you tense up as he thrusted into you just a little harder.
"Oh, baby, feel how deep I am?" he grunted. "Feel how good I'm stretching out that little hole? Fuck, keep squeezin' me like that and maybe I will make this quick..."
He grabbed your hips and yanked them up a bit, holding you right where he wanted you-- and sitting up again, so he could get just the perfect angle as he started fucking into you again. Normally he would build up a little more naturally before being so rough but, well, you weren't going anywhere... he could just use you and chase his own pleasure. That said, he still grinned proudly when you moaned suddenly, your head falling back and your back arching. That was when he decided that, even though he had no real obligation to make you come, he was going to anyways-- if for no other reason than to know that he could take total control of your body, and force you to an orgasm even unwillingly.
"Right there?" he taunted as you whined, giving you fast and hard thrusts right into the place that made you bite down on your lip. "Yeah, that's it-- you're getting so wet, honey, you feel that? Gonna soak my fucking cock, aren't you?"
He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, letting himself bask in the feeling for a moment. You made little sounds, obviously trying to hold yourself back, but the longer it went on the less you were able to fight it-- soon you were properly moaning, arching your back deeper, your walls clenching on him rhythmically as you came.
"Fuck, just like that," Jackson praised as he watched you give into it. "Just like that, baby, fucking cream all over me-- good girl."
Jonathan watched in astonishment as you quivered all over, nervously clearing his throat as he tried to conceal the throbbing erection in his pants-- and it seemed to remind Jackson that his brother was still standing nearby.
"What was that about your girl being innocent, Crane?" Jackson laughed. "'Cause she seems like a desperate fucking whore to me."
âH-howâd you make her do that?â Jonathan asked with a shaky whisper, licking his lips a bit as he watched you writhe against the mattress.
âNothing to it, really,â Jackson smiled, âjust gotta find that spot and beat the hell out of it. Here, Iâll show you.â
You whimpered as Jackson pulled out and slid his fingers inside you, curling them against the place that had become more sensitive than ever.
âRight here,â he explained, âyou try it.â
He took his fingers out as Jonathan approached the bedâ and you felt Jonathanâs fingers slide in a second later, a bit more hesitance to his movements. He let out a wavering sigh, and Jackson smiled.
âFeel the swollen part? Rub her thereâ hard.â
He curled his fingers slightly and you bit your lip.
âHarder,â Jackson instructed.
âI-I donât want to hurt herâŚâ
âWell, she needs it rough,â Jackson laughed, âso man up and make her come!â
You yelped when Jonathan harshly pressed into the spot, making your whole body shake as he started to thrust the digits in and out of you. âWow,â Jonathan breathed as he watched you, his brother smiling proudly next to him.
"She can probably come again pretty fast," Jackson assumed, "you should try. See how fast you can make her scream again."
Jackson, meanwhile, moved to kneel by your head, slapping your face a little to cue you to open your mouth. He groaned as he rubbed his tip over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself alongside his salty precum.
You unintentionally clench on Jonathan's fingers, and he smiled wide. "Like that?" he asked eagerly. "Are you gonna come again?"
"Just keep doing it," Jackson urged his brother before speaking to you again. "C'mon baby, you can take a little more."
Holding your hair, Jackson started to fuck your mouth a bit more earnestly, making Jonathan frown at him after you gagged a few times. "Be careful," he warned him, "don't hurt her."
"I know, I know," Jackson rolled his eyes. "But look at that mouth, Crane, don't you think it's just made to take cock?"
Jonathan couldn't exactly disagree, he'd fantasized about your mouth plenty of times. But now, he was much more focused on your pussy-- he was watching it closely, enraptured by the way his fingers moved in and out of it... and the way it responded, gripping him tighter and tighter.
"Go on, suck it," Jackson ordered you impatiently, smacking you on the cheek again to try to encourage you. You whimpered and hollowed your cheeks, blinking up at him as he grinned down at you. "Oh, pretty eyes-- I can tell why Jonny couldn't resist you..."
You moaned again, and Jackson raised an eyebrow as he looked down for a moment at what Jonathan was doing-- which was moving his fingers faster inside you, watching you whimper and writhe as you reached the edge again.
"Show me," Jonathan begged, "come for me-- come on my fingers."
It happened pretty quickly, and Jackson let you take a break from sucking him for a second so they could both enjoy your pretty moans as you creamed around Jonathan's fingers.
"O-oh, fuck," Jonathan gasped, "I can feel her... pulsing."
"Yeah," Jackson grinned, "really something, isn't it?"
"Fuck," Jonathan said again, taking his fingers out and suddenly climbing onto the bed. "Need to feel that on my cock."
"Atta boy," Jackson praised with a laugh.
Jonathan moaned loudly as he pushed inside you, your own reaction a muffled groan around Jackson's cock which he shoved between your lips again. "Oh, god," Jonathan whined, "you feel even better than I remember, angel-- fuck, I missed you so much."
He was even more desperate and impatient than before, fucking you quickly and eagerly even though you were far too sensitive for it after coming twice in a row.
Jackson pulled back out of your mouth, but held your head steady as he stroked himself rapidly. âGonna coat that pretty face,â he growled, âkeep your mouth open, baby, Iâm closeâŚâ
You whimpered and tried to keep your throat shut, afraid to choke on his come while laying back like this, and after a few more moments he groaned loudly as ropes of come fell over your face and onto your waiting tongue. You grunted a little in surprise but just tried to squint your eyes in case some got too close, but the vast majority went into your mouth or over your cheek.
"Fuck," Jackson purred, milking his cock for every drop before finally taking his hand away and sinking back, looking down at you with a new redness and sheen of sweat to his face. "Good girl. You can swallow now baby-- oh, wait, let's make sure you get it all first."
He swiped up the come on your cheek with his thumb, feeding it to you as you closed your lips and swallowed his salty spend.
"I told you good girls get a treat," he grinned.
Jonathan, meanwhile, was panting and whimpering and clearly trying to hold himself back-- but the way he held you tight enough to bruise gave away how close to the edge he really was. "I can't wait," he finally admitted with a groan. "I need to come, angel-- I need to come inside, get you pregnant. Then we can be happy together."
Suddenly, he started to rub your sore clit with his thumb; and you jolted again, pulsing around him as he sighed and dropped his head onto your shoulder.
"Fuck, beautiful-- just like that, let me feel you come again, please. Then I can fill you so deep..."
"You can make her come one more time," Jackson assured, "she's so sensitive-- go on and come for him, baby, let him feel how hard you come..."
Though Jonathan was a little irritated by the way Jackson made it seem like a favor you were doing on his behalf, he couldn't complain when he felt you coming around him, slick walls pulsing so perfectly around him that he had to come with a loud, broken moan. He kept moving until he was sure he'd given you everything, heart racing as he imagined and hoped that he'd properly bred you this time.
Then, there was a silence. Not very long, but plenty nervous as the three of you caught your breath.
"Well... mazel tov," Jackson offered with an awkward laugh, getting up off the bed and getting himself back in order. "I'll call you when it's all taken care of, Jonny. You, uh... you have fun with her, alright? Call if you need anything or, you know... feel like sharing again..."
"I wouldn't hold my breath for that, Jackson," Jonathan sighed.
"Don't miss me too much, honey," Jackson winked at you as he slipped his jacket back on. "But feel free to think about me so you can get off while this guy's fucking you," he joked, motioning to his brother with a tilt of his head.
"Don't listen to him, angel," Jonathan cooed at you as Jackson finally left the room. You shivered a little as he trailed kisses all over your face and neck, holding you a little tighter. "You're all mine-- you finally know that now, don't you?
Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa heâs just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed AnythingâŚđLemme Knowđđź!
A/N: Hear me outâŚsome about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagreeâŚyou are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse âYou Know Iâm No Good.â and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfullyđ, Iâm down bad fr. Also this isnât fully proof read so if there is some mistakesâŚđ my bad yall.
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âFuck you Park Seonghwa.â You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.
âGive me the word boss, and Iâll end her pretty ass right here.â
Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.
âYou do have quite the mouth on you.â He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize heâs bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!
âI like them mouthy, it turns me on.â Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. Youâve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.
His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. IntoxicatingâŚheâs got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.
âYou wanted to see me.â He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.
âBask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.â He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.
âNow the real question is, I heard you were looking for big olâ bad me.â He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.
Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins canât help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You arenât supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.
âWhy are you looking for me? Arenât you done with me?â He says nonchalantly. You feel like heâs spitting on you, like heâs showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.
âShut the fuck up.â You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but heâs stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.
âOoo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hardâŚâ he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.
âI fucking hate you.â You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you werenât looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. Youâve both danced with routine before.
âDidnât I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.â He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didnât want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.
âDonât look away from me y/n.â He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.
âYou hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.â He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.
âI hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.â Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.
âYou know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So donât shed any tears for me.â Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.
Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.
With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.
âGo on now princess, lick it up.â
You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didnât stop you. It didnât stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.
While heâs slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.
âGo on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.â He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.
âI know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.â
You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.
Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.
His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like heâs a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.
âI knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.â
You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew youâd warm his leaking cock. Yet you canât help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.
âYou mustâve been pretty excited to see me.â You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know heâs got you in his trap per usual.
His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.
Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, itâs like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..
âItâs been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.â
Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughtsâŚwere you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.
âIâm not doing this.â You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.
âIâm not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!â
Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.
âMind games? What mind games?â
âFuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what Iâm talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like âoh itâs been a whileâ, you know exactly what you do!â Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.
âYou know what I am, you know exactly who I am.â He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil olâ him.
âYou are such a piece of shit you know that?â
Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.
âYou are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?â He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.
âYou taste so good.â He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.
âYou know Iâm trouble, you know Iâm no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..â he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.
âYou hate me so much because Iâm all you want.â
Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know heâs right. Your heart tugs when heâs near.
âIâm all you need, you want me to survive. Think Iâm going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?â He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because youâve already sold yourself one. You shouldâve known by now you canât change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.
Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.
Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor thatâs coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. Heâs so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.
âTalked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.â
You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like heâs knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.
âGo on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.â He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
âOh my god.â You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.
âYou are a fucking dick head.â You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.
âAwww Iâm a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.â He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up
âI told you I was trouble, you know that Iâm no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.â He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.
âGo on, tell me how much you hate me.â He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.
âBecause you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.â Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.
âGo on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.â He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.
âI-I ha-hate you.â You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.
âLouder!â
âI ha-hate y-.â
âI canât hear you!â
âI fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!â You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.
âFuck Seonghwa, please!â You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.
âFuck! Yes, yes yes!â His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt heâs cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.
Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.
âYou are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.â
He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.
âIf you want me again for round two thatâs all you have to say.â He whispers against your lips.
âOh please, I barely enjoyed myself.â You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.
Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is backâŚ
âOh..did I interrupt?â Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.
âHongjoong! Youâre back early!â Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.
Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.
âFuck you Park Seonghwa!â You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.
âOh donât you worry Hongjoong, sheâll be back!â He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.
âShe always comes back..â he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.