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zhongrin · 7 months

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caution: these toys aren’t kids-friendly

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, wriothesley, al haitham, kaeya

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, fem!reader, toys (duh), improper use of geo (thanks crys), dragon!li (because..... are you even surprised?), edging (zhongli, wriothesley), 'little one' used (zhongli), handcuffs & collar (wriothesley), 'puppy' and 'slut' used (wriothesley), shibari (al haitham), sex machine (kaeya)

◇ a/n ◇ an offering before wrio's banner drops. was debating on releasing this today or the end of this week, but..... wrio come home please i am begging

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

the addition of toys in your bedroom was something you both had discussed beforehand. typical of zhongli, to draft a contract detailing all the things you were both comfortable and not comfortable doing in the bedroom, right after you mentioned that you were ready to be physically intimate with him.

you really should have read the fine print in that contract carefully.

“- my love?”

“h-huh?”

you dazedly looked up at your husband, feeling your already-warm cheeks getting warmer at the expectant look that he and another man were giving you.

was he talking to you? what was the question? where the hell were you again?

“hm, my apologies, it seems like my wife isn’t feeling well. perhaps we will revisit your establishment at a later date, mr. curator. i truly do apologize for the inconvenience.”

you were not even sure what the other party said. all you could hear was the smooth baritone of your husband’s voice. all you could think was how good he could make you feel with that eloquently speaking mouth and lithe tongue of his, those long slender fingers, the two girthy, veiny, deliciously ridged shape of his-

that same voice was now whispering just slightly above your ears, and to others it must have looked like you were both a very loving couple; a husband hunched over his wife, supporting her and bringing her to the nearest shade in this hot weather while lovingly murmuring sweet nothings into her ears - because what else would the gentlemanly mr. zhongli whisper into his dearest spouse?

literal filth, that’s what.

“my my, the amount of slick running down your thighs, darling,” he chuckled as he let you rest against the cooling shades by the side of a building, his gloved fingers trailing up your inner thigh behind your skirt to gather the essence of your drooling cunt, “how scandalous. had i were just a second too late, people would have noticed the suspicious trail of wetness on your leg despite the lack of rain or anything of sort-”

“want you,” you babbled, brain stuffed full of cotton as you tried to press yourself against him, “n-not enough, want more!!”

“was the toy i personally created just for you not enough, hmm? how greedy,” he was fully taunting you now, amused by the sparks of arousal in your voice and in the short bursts of your breathing, “didn’t you say you could wait until we get home, dear? i’m afraid our abode isn’t some decrepit back alley, now, is it?”

“no, no, now, now,” you whimpered like a saddened puppy, trying to grind on his thigh, the soft vibration of the little geo construct within your walls providing pleasure which made your insides clench, but they fell short of pushing you over that precipice.

“you’re so impatient.”

you gasped as the object inside you suddenly whirred into life, pressing against the right spots and pulsing with a powerful energy you couldn't describe. your cunt clamped around it, more slick pouring down and dripping onto zhongli’s slacks, your cries muffled by your lover who had locked his lips onto yours, tongue inviting you to a sensual dance as your senses were drowning in mind-bending pleasure. his scent engulfed you and the tender fondles of his hand on your thigh contrasted with the passionate kiss you shared, and all you could think was how much better it would feel to have him inside you - oh, even just one of his cocks would do at this point. anything that could fill you up so nicely and bully onto your sweetest spots as your husband’s growls echo right beside your ear - as he marked, mated, and bred you full of his-

and then suddenly he pulled away, shattering your daydream completely. the vibrations returned into an annoying hum, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes as zhongli fixed his tie and your rumpled clothes, his touch sending electric jolts whenever it brushed against your heated bare skin. he gave you a deceivingly kind and patient smile, amber eyes drooping in dark lust yet his movements were as refined as ever.

“come on then, little one. let us go home so i can take care of you properly, yes?”

wriothesley hummed as the metals clicked into place. the view before him was making his cock twitch and throb; the way your face was smushed against the pillow, the dip of your bare back and the roundness of your rear, the way your legs spread open and wrists cuffed with his signature handcuffs… and most of all, your bare cunt in all its drooling mess, completely exposed to him as he rubbed his leaking tip on the sodden slit.

whines and pleas and begs escaped your lips but he paid them no mind. you gave him full control when you agreed to be restrained in this position with the new cuffs he had gotten you. the leather looked ethereal against your wrists, and the way it matched so well with the collar on your neck, embellished with his insignia? truly the most divine sight.

the pleased noise escaping his throat was akin to a growl as he slowly pushed into your heat, his smirk widening as he felt you tighten and tremble. the slow drag of his girth against your walls was driving you insane, but the man refused to acknowledge your desperate ‘more’s. instead, his hand crawled down your stomach from behind, and you felt a cold finger press onto your swollen, burning-hot clit, ripping a surprised and needy squeal from you.

the appendage circled slowly, the cold of cryo making his action feel even more pronounced, as the blunt tip of his shaft slowly kissed the deepest part of you with sensual and rough snaps of his hips. the wet sounds coming from the minimal movements were a testament to how aroused and desperate you were for release.

“look at you, puppy… so wet you’re leaking. how dirty,” he drawled as he continued to stimulate both of your sensitivity, watching intently as your ass and thighs rippled with how your body shook and from his hard but short thrusts, “you feel so good, though… i can fuck this tight pussy for hours on end. would you like that, puppy? will that finally satiate my needy little slut? will you finally learn to behave when you’re so overstimulated, all you can do is cry for my cock and beg for my cum?”

the duke smirked when your cunt clenched at his words. even without seeing how you were nodding frantically, it was enough of an answer to him.

“guess we’ll have to find out… but don’t worry - i don’t expect you to learn your lesson in one session.”

‘it’s not like you’re losing anything by doing this’ he said. ‘shouldn’t take that long’ he said. ‘just enough to sate my curiosity’ he said.

well, firstly, al haitham was, as always, correct. but apparently he was also a liar, and you had severely underestimated the curiosity of an esteemed scholar of one of the akademiya’s bests. maybe you should start paying attention to the books he read. how in the world had you failed to notice that your boyfriend had been reading books upon books regarding the art of shibari?

and of course, like the scholar that he was, he wished to do some 'hands-on practice' now that he had committed the theory to heart. and who would be a better partner than you? a personal curiosity should be sated by personally trusted individuals, and you were perfect for the job.

“you said- you said it’s not gonna take l-long…”

he blinked up at your tied form through those pretty lashes with a hungry gaze which was far from being satiated. intricate knots and green ropes pressed against your skin, some digging insistently as you consciously struggled against the bindings. predatory eyes gazed upon you - a delicious prey willingly caught in a trap.

“time is a construct. it seems like our definitions of ‘long’ are vastly different. an unfortunate miscalculation i should have foresighted; my mistake.”

if the monotonous words weren’t enough indication of how he was clearly not feeling bad about his actions, his next action showed it. fingers lightly brushed against your chest, rubbing against the pebbled nipples as he admired the way your breasts looked against the bindings. your beloved raised his eyebrows when the slightest touch made you shiver and moan in anticipation, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

“ah, i see. i suppose it’s quite boring on your part to just stay there and be restrained like this. my apologies, it seems i have neglected to put myself in your shoes,” al haitham’s eyes soften and he presses a gentle kiss onto your forehead, his bare hands slowly inching towards the section of the rope which was particularly drenched with your arousal.

“let me make it up to you.”

“ready?”

“mm…”

“oh, snowflake,” kaeya chuckled and placed a reassuring kiss on your jawline, thumb caressing your chin comfortingly, “don’t you worry, it’s going to feel really good, and we can stop anytime. you know i would never do anything you wouldn’t like.”

“i know,” you mumbled and replied to your lover’s reassurance with a peck on his lips.

with an approving hum, the cavalry captain fiddled with the remote in his hand. the resounding beep was followed by a soft whirr of the engine turning on, and you gasped as the lubricated toy slowly entered you, before it retracted at the same speed and repeated the motion. a warm hand that contrasted against the cold mechanical motion reached under you to continue his ministrations from before, caressing your inner thigh sensually before feathering across your lower lips.

“mmhm- f-feels good…!”

“yeah?” your boyfriend chuckled as he continues to circle your clit with his experienced fingers, “think you can take more?”

you shivered and nodded. kaeya rewarded you with a kiss to your temple and soon enough you felt the machine speeding up a notch, thrusting into you moderately fast now, the sound of your wet arousal vivid in your ears and resonating within your shared bedroom, causing more warmth to explode on your face.

“ooh, look at that, you’re taking it so well. feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

with an agreeing whimper, you slumped against kaeya’s body, surrendering to his flighty touches which added warmth to the pleasurable but coldly mechanical toy.

“archons, you look so pretty like this…,” he crooned against your heated skin, eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief, “now, let’s see how long you’ll last before you start begging for my cock.”

#minors dni #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #afab!reader #fem!reader #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #al haitham #al haitham x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader #rin writes

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goodomensafterdark · 9 days

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Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories

Big thank you to @gleafer for accepting to let me use this piece as illustration to this chapter! Go support her on Patreon -we promise that your loins will catch on FIRE ;)

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 7 of work in progress

TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.

Summary:

Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.

“There, I see him.” Crowley turned to the young man beside him. “Are you recording?”

“Yeah, it's on,” said Adam.

“Right, here he comes.” Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphale’s gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?

“Hello, my darling!” Aziraphale greeted him.

“Hi,” said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.

“Oh my!” Aziraphale chuckled. “Flowers? What's the occasion?”

And there was Crowley’s opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.

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mtchacffinz · 7 days

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what a blunder!

prompt!!! Arlecchino personally deals with your unwanted marriage proposal in her own unique way.

content!!! fem!reader x arlecchino, SFW, impatient arlecchino, violence mentioned, marriage proposal, possessive arlecchino

note!!! "Farlahr" is a made up character for the sake of this ficlet. The Doctor here is NOT Dottore. something about arlecchino tweaking and losing a few screws is so hot to me so here you go girls this one is for my strap on arlecchino riders 🙏 im so normal

"He told me that if I consider him as my betrothed, I would be set for life." You smile up at her, albeit nervous. "Huh? Oh— Where are you going?"

Long empty corridors could carry even the faintest whispers. The moon peeks from the shadows, it's serene light softly caressing the harbingers figure— still, quiet, tensed. Her heels clang echoing all throughout the corridor, her gaze that was pinned straight forward seemed to pierce through the thick air surrounding the atmosphere.

Long empty corridors could carry even the faintest whispers, and Arlecchino failed to notice she started to hear her uneven breathing.

Peculiar. Truly peculiar..

"Right this way, Ma'am." Arlecchino set her gaze towards the head butler, greeted with the sight of a tensed figure in return. The head butler winces, stammering on his words. Was she glaring? She doesn't know. That's not important. She's needs to get through the door. "I- I will inform the Master of your arrival—"

"That will not be necessary." Her sultry voice cut through his words. "We have been long collaborators, a reunion shan't wait too long."

Her monochromatic figure heaves a soft breath, looking blankly towards the excessively pretentious door, it's sheer size looming over Arlecchino's figure— the entrance towards an office.

Eloquent and graceful, although her lips were painted with a polite smile, the person before her couldn't tell if the crimson woman was brewing something from within. The Knave was calculative and perceptive, an expert at keeping herself cold despite the scorching flames imbedded within her. The man kept his gaze at the floor, lacking the courage to even contest her gaze.

Those eyes, terrifying crimson hued crosses that could mess with your head tried to dare his optics to even catch a small gaze. Staring into them was ill advised indeed. The butler knew this for his heart was racing, and what added to the cold sweat undeniably trickling in his jaw was that Arlecchino stood unnervingly still— as if contemplating something under deep thought. Before anything could be done, Arlecchino firmly gripped the mansion door's handles in a few momemts, swinging it open with great force.

There had always been an air of nobility in Arlecchino's presence. As soon as she stepped foot into Farlahr's office, the doctor stood up in shock, startled.

"Please, excuse my abrupt visit, Doctor." Arlecchino deliberately spat out the title, a composed smile tugged at her lips. Farlahr's eyes widen at the sight of her monochromatic elegance painting his mansion floors with her presence.

"You're not too busy, I presume? Do let us catch up, I insist— I truly do." It was way beyond the wee hours of the night, the breeze was cold and unforgiving, and the doctor could feel it crawling up his spine. The Harbingers assertive words leave no room for arguments. As if there was an invisible wind from the room, forcing every bit of his movements to bend at her own will.

"I admit that it's quite off fashion to visit at this hour empty handed, Lord Harbinger." The man chuckled in an attempt to disperse the growing tension in the air. He swings his hands— decorated with glimmering stones to mask his nervousness. The woman quickly responded.

"I won't be empty handed for long."

"Pardon, Lord Harbinger?"

Arlecchino doesn't clarify any further, but directs her unwavering gaze to him. Dark, piercing. It was like a warning, a ticking bomb for the doctor to diffuse except there seemed to be no signs of dismissal any time soon.

His crisp smile quickly dropped.

"...I merely jest." Farlahr quickly followed up, as if it was the most amusing joke in the world. Arlecchino doesn't seem to share the same opinion, as her expression stood the same. Whatever The Knave came here for, he doesn't know just yet. And if he fails to catch on, Farlahr just might lose something. His head fell from the deep crevices of his panicked mind falling into one topic he suddenly could bring up as distraction.

With their history of collaborative partnership of 13 years, Arlecchino didn't have a single problem in regards to the business and it's contributions to the House of Hearth. Arlecchino didn't care for his obsessions with women and adulterous activities, the poised lady simply stood her ground due the information the Doctor withheld about the history of medical fallacies and treatments alike.

Arlecchino's rigid gaze quickly looked relaxed, unbothered. Her voice had voice lowered and her arms and legs sit crossed.

"I came here to offer a deal."

"And that is?"

It was no surprise to Arlecchino that Farlahr was a worldly man. Riches to riches, he has re-married at least three times and he's proud of that. Arlecchino didn't bother to comprehend his thought process. She believes that his brain was processed waste ideally converged with multiple nerves. His body reeked of metals, teeth gleaming brightly with silver. She kind of wishes she could rip it all out of his jaw..

"You will retract your marriage proposal." Arlecchino starts, "And I say this, your wealth, status, and people— all safeguarded as per usual."

Farlahr was taken aback by the sudden demand. He doesn't know if her statement stemmed from concern for his safety or a wake up call to his unethical hobbies. The opportunist in him say the opposite, it says that maybe you are some sort of leverage in this world— so valuable that even the 4th Harbinger of then fatui would personally come and abolish his plans of marrying you.

But the curiosity of his consciousness gnaws it's way out of his lips, asking one particular question.

"You disapprove of my wife and I?"

How disgusting. Utterly repulsive. Its almost an offense to your whole existence to be called a wife to someone as repugnant as him. The monochromatic grace managed to suppress her disgust by responding in a more poignant tone.

"Ah, forgive me." Arlecchino very slowly tilts her head, eyes unblinking. She effortlessly stands up from her seat, her coat elegantly swaying with her refined and poised movements, breath light as a feather— a shadow cast on her face.

"But I don't disapprove of your proposal, pig." In a moment, there was a switch in her tone. Her pointed high heels shoes dragged themselves against the expensive velvet carpet, dreaming to at least peirce through the back of a certain crisp, fragile cranium. With every step closer Arlecchino gets, the more Farlahr's heart pounds in his chest, daring to jump off.

She raises a hand and firmly places them on his shoulder.

"...I forbid it."

Serenity was all that could be described throughout the night. And you, as a person of idle leisure in the evening, appreciated the tranquil breeze that brush past your cheek. A soft sigh escapes your lips, falling into deep thought. What is there to do? With the last 28 hours you were given to decide on an answer, you're left quite bewildered. Tapping your fingernails on the terrace by muscle memory, your train of thought was disturbed when you head familiar foot steps behind you.

You turn around to see a sight of dignified beauty, standing before your sleepless eyes. Arlecchino's presence, despite the abruption, quickly calmed your disgruntled nerves down.

But something was wrong. Before you could ask about the residual crimson stains on her cheek and darkened hands, she speaks in a tone softer than any voice you've heard her.

"If I may ask, my dove, could you marry someone with an absent ring finger?"

Wow. What a random question. Completely uncalled for. Maybe the ungodly hours of the night got to her? Despite the conspiracies flowing through your mind, you try hard to think of an answer.

"Hmm. I should rephrase that. Could you marry a man with no fingers?" Arlecchino ponders out loud, "Despite a marriage contract, you must need a ring to put on his finger, right? Quite a shame, really.."

"No, I don't think so. Wedding rings are to be put on ring fingers, if I recall correctly."

"That's a relief." You raise a brow, completely lost. You gaze at Arlecchino, a subtle triumphant look paints her expression, her fingers play around with her numerous rings that sit comfortably on her fingers. Taking one out, she approaches your figure.

"May I embrace you, my lady?" Suddenly, the Harbingers sultry voice was sullen, sulking. My, what's up with this woman? A moment ago she shows up with (possibly) blood around her person, and now she's asking for sudden physical contact? After just a consonant of the reply 'Yes' was uttered, Arlecchino quickly took you in her arms, embracing you deeply— taking in your presence wholely.

"How I wish I could rid you the scent of that swine." She loosens her grip for a moment, putting a stray hair strand behind your ear. All this feels like a fever dream.. you remember that just mere hours ago, Arlecchino's face looked grim and unpleasant when she received news of your sudden proposal— her reaction left you perplexed. You thought it would be a good idea since Farlahr was a good business partner of hers, why the grim expression?

You pat her back comfortingly. Before you could say anything, Arlecchino quickly lets go of you, standing perfectly straight. Her face once again unreadable— she speaks in a calm and collected manner.

"That fool said that if you'd marry him, you would be set for life." She recounts, almost irritated. Arlecchino's crimson crosses gaze was away from you, but hands traced their way back to your arms, carefully holding them in hers. Her thumbs brush the back of your hands affectionately, with tenderness and care in her voice. Arlecchino's knee made contact with the floor, and her hands delicately handled yours as if they were the most precious thing in the world.

"You must marry me. All he could offer you, I could provide tenfold."

All of the sudden, the wind started to pick up, and the ethereal lady before you never looked so grand. Her monochromatic hair danced with the cool breeze, and her crimson eyes looked from above, transfixed on your figure. Your throat felt like there was too many words you could spit out in one go, and you were terrified that you'd ruin the atmosphere by stammering over your words.

"Marry me so you are mine to gratify. This is a promise I can keep, unlike that farce. Even at your grave, my everlasting flames will be buried with you in the dirt where you lay— in turn that you will never freeze from the cold kiss of death." The Harbinger adds, tenderly placing a peck on your knuckles. Her gaze could contest even the eyes of Archons at this very moment, possessing full confidence that upholds the standards of her capabilities.

Compared to her, what could a limbless man offer you?

my dumbass just woke up and decided to edit it a bit cus I was writing this at like, 3AM LMAOO, hello (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) its me again, just dipping my toes in the water to see if I could still write 🤔

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ofdreamsnwishes · 30 days

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“My god, I’ve liked you for soooo long…” You mumble, words barely coherent. You were drunk. Really drunk.

To be fair, you didn’t plan to get this drunk. After being dragged to a party you did not want to go, the fruity cocktails became your bestfriends, too delicious and barely tasting like they had any signifiant amounts of alcohol, so you just kept drinking and drinking until you found yourself in this situation; rambling about how much you liked your long time friend and crush… to your crush, himself.

“A-and like, you never look- looked my way?? I know you’re h-hot and all, but- Damn, I’m decent myself, aren't I-” Words spilled out of your lips, the alcohol in your brain making you throw all inhibitions out of the window.

Jeno on the other hand was… stunned, to say the least. In all of his time knowing you, he never expected you to be this drunk, or to be eloquently confessing your love for him. Not that he was annoyed or anything, in fact, he was quite flustered himself, having shared the same feelings for the past few months.

It was hard to pinpoint when the platonic feelings turned into romantic feelings for you, but one day it all clicked when Donghyuck pointed it out. He’d never admit that in Donghyuck’s face though, he’d rather die than give him the satisfaction of being right.

So for the longest time he kept it in, thinking about it over and over again, and- Wait… Were you crying?

“What- Wait- Hey- Don’t cry…!” He tried to soothe your cries desperately, hesitant hands reaching to wipe away the tears that ran down your cheeks.

"I just like you so muuuch... I wanted you to like me back soooo bad." A sob ripped through your lips. Your hands flew to cover your face, whining about how embarassing all of this was.

Jeno chuckled quietly, a sigh leaving his lips. Your hangover the next day will be horrible.

But it's okay, he'll be there to help you out, scold you for drinking so much and maybe get you to confess again. This time sober, so he can say he likes you back.

#i was soooo tempted to make this angst #i could still do it-#make it a smau?#who knows #ideas ideas ideas #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #jeno x reader #jeno #↳ my writings ༉‧₊#↳ just nct ༉‧₊

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sashiavi · 23 days

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my pretty bestie @neet-elite put this filthy idea into my head with their amazing new Sambastian x Reader Fic - I'm begging you to read it ♡♡

This is lowkey a response to it but it can be stand alone maybe I think-

Stardew Valley Sam x Reader x Sebastian

Yoba, weren't you just a treat. Sam couldn't stop the filthy dribble of words that leaked from his lips, undermining you to just his little sweet thing.

All pretty and fucked out on Sebastian's crinkled sheets, cheeks flushed, chest heaving hard while you smile so sweet and stupidly at him. Your head lulls in Sebastian's lap, thoroughly blissed with the brutal fucking he'd laid out barely moments before. Sam palms his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs, warm fingers now cool in comparison to your hot skin. He spreads your legs, hushing down any mindless resistance you may have for him.

"S' my turn now- Yeah?" Sam practically slurs. A breathless chuckle comes from the other man; Sebastian, effortlessly shifting you up for Sammy, holding you for him, showing you off.

Sam nearly moans at the sight of your juicy, ruined cunt. Drooling with Sebastian's thick and creamy cum, already making a sticky mess down your gooch. Eloquent as ever, Sam.

The twinge in his cock forces a hot dribble of pre out of his pudgy head, the poor boy struggles to snap his mouth shut, breathing out in a low 'ohh'.

"You gonna stare at her-? or fuck her?" Sebastian can't help but tease, two fingers coming down in a V shape, outlining the creamy mess of your cunt for Sam. The keening whine you give him forces his eyes to roll, chin tipping upward to swallow down the building saliva, pooling up under his tongue. Your body retracts back into Sebastian's, still somehow embarrassed despite being rooted in front of Sam barely moments before.

"Give her a kiss, Sammy" Sebastian cooes again, ego surely inflated as if Sam hadn't had his own lips on him while the brooding asshole had you fucked stupid between them. Despite Sebastian's teasing he obliges, swatting haphazardly in the other's direction, getting up close to your swollen bitten lips. His cock catches against the swollen lips of your cunt as his tongue takes to your mouth. He kisses you hard, teeth biting into your lips, catching onto your tongue to suckle and bite at while his hips crane into your own.

"S-sham-!" You slur on his lips, words coated in drool, spitting from your lips when you try to talk. Sam smushes your lips in another kiss, urging you right back into lapping on his tongue.

Fuck, he could stick it right in right now. Juuust angle his hips right and slip into that tight, wet little hole his beloved friend had so graciously stretched up for him. Sam's cock was fat and meaty and he knew it, drooping down, barely even standing tall when he was fully hard. His pudgy head smears all the yummy goop dribbling from your cunt. He groans when you lean into him, licking back into his mouth, tilting your hips up for him to snag on to your pussy.

His fat tip finally, finally pushes in, thick mushroom head locking into the milky squeeze of your hole.

"That's it, Baby- Thaaat's it.. Fuck. Oh fuck..." Sam whines against your lips, tongue back in your mouth as he eagerly humps against your sticky pussy. Sebastian groans behind you, hands on your tits already, pinching and twiddling at your nipples, squeezing and groping at the soft swell of your chest.

Fuck, you were sloppy on his cock, gushy fucking pussy leaving a thick, creamy ring around him. Yoba he wants you to squeeze him, keep all that fucking cum up inside you, use him to push it all back in.

Sam pops off of your lips with a loud smack, throwing his head back, working his hips with such a feat of heated passion, languid in his movement. Godamn he'd been missing out, watching Sebastian steal away your precious pussy from him, finally it was his fucking turn. Sam braces his hands on your hips, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin, pinning your pussy down for him to mount and grind into.

He watches your head throw back on to Sebastian's shoulder, throat vibrating with a high whine, pretty tears pebbling in your under eye.

"Sammyyyy~" You moan into Sebastian's ear, your teeth connected with a shiny strand of drool when you open up your mouth. The other man tuts, underlined with an undeniable sense of mock affection, cooing a little 'awhh' into your cheek, dangerously faux. His veiny hand trails up your body, lengthy fingers hooking under your throat. He practically yanks your head down, the tips of his fingers threatening to pop your jaw out.

"Watch him, Baby." Sebastian's voice drops to a low growl. Sam can't help but also follow his instructions, craning his head down to watch his fat, chubby length squish in and out of your swollen and pudgy pussy. Fuck, that creamy bubbly slick dribbling all over the place, sticking to his balls in stringy webs everytime his hips snapped right into your own. God he can't help but spit on it, adding to the absolute mess in your lap, hot globs of drool right on your perky budding clit while he fucks you into his best friend's lap.

"Fuck- Shit m' close.." Sam ups his pace, eyes never leaving the hot swell of your stretched up hole, wrapping so, so fucking prettily around his girth. Sebastian's other hand creeps down your torso, toying with your belly, purposely running his fingers down in comical steps right down to that slick and spit covered clit of yours.

Sammy-! Seb- f..fUCK!" Your little voice cries when Sebastian finally rubs mean, tight circles into your clit, pace chaotic and all too much for you to handle quietly. Your moans grow louder, practically echoing through Sebastian's basement room, your legs trying and failing to snap back together, permanently caged apart by Sam's hips.

Sam could tell you were coming close- and godamn did it feel good, that subtle quiver, squeezing on his cock in cute little pulses accompanied by your sweet, sweet moans. He snaps his head up at a particularly loud squeal, finding Sebastian's teeth sunken into your neck, lips suckling hard bruises on your skin. The other man's purple eyes match with his own, craning up to look through his eye brows. He's nearly embarrassed to admit that it nearly sends him fully over the edge, but what truly does it is that sweet, sweet squeal that ripples from your throat.

God your cunt squeezed on him good. Sam's fingers dig harder into your hips, grinding his own hard into your poor clit, squishing Sebastian's fingers between the two of you. Fuck, the gush of your pussy on his cock, practically squirting a hot mess all over his balls, forcing him to breed the shit out of you - really, you were asking for it.

Sam cums with a bite to his lip and a strangled groan, hips snapping heavy and hard, riding out the tight squeeze of your cunt. Now you were just milking him, sucking up all the filthy cum from him and Sebastian like a dirty slut. He makes sure his pudgy tip pushes up on your cervix as he blows hot ropes of cum inside of you, practically emptying his balls up in your womb. Fuck- think of that- watching your belly swell with God knows who's kid.

Sam swears his ears ring, brain too mushy to even think straight, barely registering the little whines and cries of 'it's t' much!' from your pretty lips. He finally steadys himself, plugging up your puffy hole with his chubby girth, keeping all that yummy batter all up in your pussy.

He sighs, his airy breath tinged in a whine of his own voice, body flopping down on top of both you and Sebastian. Despite your protests he just nuzzles into your bruised up neck, pressing a wet kiss behind your ear, even sneaking one on Sebastian's chin before letting out a fake snore.

Sebastian snorts and shoves his shoulder, feigning annoyance at the sleepy golden retriever of a man, also ignoring your protests to get off, instead wrapping his arms around you with a low chuckle in his chest.

#ʚ•*°SashiAvi Writes°*•ɞ #stardew valley smut #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew valley #stardew smut #sdv sam smut #sdv sebastian smut #stardew sebastian smut #sam stardew smut #stardew sam smut #sdv smut

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3minsover · 2 months

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This time, all that glitters is gold.

Steve gets a gold chain for his 21st birthday, and it quickly becomes the focus of all Eddie’s attention.

He can’t take his eyes off the slim glint of it nestled in the dip of Steve’s collarbones, the hint of metal that’s visible even when he’s wearing crewneck shirts. Eddie tries to control himself, he really fucking tries, but the first time Eddie finds himself alone with Steve, he can’t help but lean forward and slip his fingers under the shining links of gold, tugging Steve towards him just a little.

“I like this,” Eddie breathes, not trusting himself to say anything more.

“Oh yeah? You like it huh? You think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at it?” Steve smirks, his voice just as quiet, just as breathy as Eddie’s. And Eddie can’t be sure, but he thinks Steve’s gaze drops to his lips for just a fraction of a second. Just long enough for Eddie’s instincts to take over. He curls his pointer and middle fingers around the chain and pulls, bringing Steve’s lips desperately to his own. Their mouths meet already parted, already teasing tongues and gasping breaths. Eddie grounds himself with his grip on the chain to keep himself from floating off and into oblivion. Fat load of good that does though, because somewhere along the line, Steve guides Eddie back onto whatever horizontal surface is nearest (Eddie thinks it must be Steve’s bed) and clambers on top, slotting himself between Eddie’s spread legs.

They’re locked together wherever they can reach: lips and teeth and tongues and hands in hair, but somewhere outside of himself, Eddie notices the glance of gold swinging between Steve’s body and his. Eddie tilts his head, making a little space between their faces, and revels in the bursts of hot breath that Steve pants across his cheek. He turns back, glad that Steve’s pulled away a little just so that the chain and its circular pendant hang between their chins. With his eyes fixed on the molten darkness of Steve’s own, Eddie lets his jaw fall open and snakes his tongue out to lap at the chain, curling the tip and drawing it back into his mouth. The gold pendant is still skin-warm on the tip of his tongue, and almost sweet in its metallic taste.

Steve stills above him for just a moment, eyes widening so beautifully before they narrow, intent and devious, and Steve presses his lips against Eddie’s once more. It’s impossible not to open up to Steve like this, with him so easily, comfortably bearing down above Eddie. He doesn’t expect, though, for Steve to dip his tongue into Eddie’s waiting, needy mouth, and lick back that which Eddie had so greedily taken.

When Steve draws back once more, it’s only a couple inches. It’s just enough so that their eyes can focus. The chain hangs in symmetrical loops, rising and meeting in the center of his plush lips where he’s got the little circle of gold clasped between his teeth.

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie can’t find the brain cells to be more eloquent than that right now. He’s looking up at the man of his dreams, who’s gazing down just as dreamily, mouth tilted in that little lopsided smile of his.

Steve lets the chain fall from his mouth, and Eddie’s conflicted as to whether he should watch the swing of it between their chins, whether he can bear to look away from the deep hazel of Steve’s pretty eyes. He settles on flicking between the two, tightening the bend of his legs a little more around Steve’s waist and running his fingertips over Steve’s shoulder.

“Fuck? That’s about right. Maybe we should do that.” And Steve’s so easy with it, so casual, that it takes a second for Eddie’s lust-fogged mind to even catch up with what Steve’s suggesting.

“Y- Fuckin’ yeah. Yeah- But,” Eddie stutters, nodding frantically. He pauses for a moment. “The chain stays on.”

“For you, I’ll never take it off,” Steve smiles, and kisses him again.

#steddie #steddie au #steve harrington x eddie munson #fanfic #3minsover #twitter crosspost

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mvnsvn6 · 7 months

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Have a mini fic about Steve annotating books and Eddie finding it really hot🖤

So obviously, Eddie's a bookworm. Before he had any friends, he spent the better parts of his childhood at Hawkins Library after school and Hawkins Middle's library during any recesses and lunches. He constantly read books, this was before Wayne got him a guitar and before he got into dnd, and being a bookworm tremendously helped him fuel both of those hobbies later on. But before then? The library was like a second home to him.

And so, recently founding out that Steve reads, like a lot, is something of a revalation. It's not that Eddie thinks the guy is stupid, but he figured the guy spent time doing other productive hobbies at home. But the guy reads, and as previously mentioned, Eddie considers himself a literature connoisseur of sorts. Writing book reports and essays were one of the few things he actually excelled at in high school.

So anyway, he found out that Steve is a book nerd by finding one of Steve's books open on his bed. Not really the strangest thing that Eddie's come across in Steve's room if he's being honest, and not the biggest indicator of nerdiness, until he focuses his attention and acknowledges the bright colors sprawled across the pages.

A burst of rainbow colors underlining what Eddie guesses are his favorite parts of the story or important stuff he wanted to remember. And obviously, Eddie has to ask him about it. and Steve explains to him that he has a whole color key and it's made up of romantic lines that make him feel warm, sad stuff that makes him tear up, stuff that is word for word undoubtedly Steve Harrington sprawled on a page. Steve won't tell him which color is which, too embarrassed by it, but he lets Eddie read through them, and then he stares at Steve in unyeilding fondness.

The look reflected on Steve's is not the same, mostly anxiety and insecurity, which Eddie immediately wants to soothe. It's so so sweet he thinks but Eddie's mouth translates the words into, "That's so fucking hot." Which, shit man, it is but he hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Shut up, dude, don't make fun of me right now."

And listen, books are everything to him, this is no joking matter. They inspire his own stories, whether through a dnd campaign or writing song lyrics. It's honestly probably the most attractive thing a person could do in Eddie's opinion, he didn't know how hot until right about now, but he'll die on this hill. Annotating your books is hot.

"Listen to me when I say this Steve, while that is the nerdiest thing I've ever heard and I'm, ya know, me. It's also about the most attractive thing that's come out of that pretty mouth of yours, like ever."

And Steve folds his arms across his fucking beautifully sculpted chest and narrows his eyes just slightly, raising a judgemental eyebrow at him.

"You're being serious."

Oh he's never been more serious about anything in his life.

"Uh...yeah? Yes. Oh my god."

Yeah, real eloquent Edward.

Whatever, his heart is pounding profuesely against his rib cage because holy shit Steve is a book nerd and Eddie wants to kiss him fucking yesterday. So he gets on all fours on Steve's bed to lean forward and basically attacks his mouth before he can even think about it.

And when he pulls back, Steve's pupils are blown wide and his breath has picked up pace, and Steve keeps bouncing between looking at Eddie's eyes and his lips.

"You just kissed me."

It comes out disbelieving.

"Yeah and with your permission I'd like to continue, like stat, immediately, now."

"You're insane."

And hands weave through curls and pull.

Eddie tumbles foward, ending fully sprawled on top of Steve, and, jesus christ, body pressed impossibly close to his.

And after they're romantic, read: nerdy horniness, little makeout session, he forces Steve to read the annotations himself, going through all the books that are important to Steve. He has to stop himself from moaning to really emphasize how hot he finds it, and to make Steve slightly embarrassed, but refrains. Just lets him continue.

Eddie has never been so in love in his life.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #ficlet #stranger things fic #my writing

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ambrosiagoldfish · 3 months

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Lucifer, Charlie, and alastor with a Kitsune reader ? :0

Hazbin Hotel x Kitsune! Reader

(Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor)

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Gn! Reader! Reader being a mischievous Little Kitsune, chaos ensues.

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1101

A/n: Hi! thank you for the request! This isn’t terribly long so I hopes that’s ok!

Now, I wasn’t entirely sure if you want this to be Romantic or Platonic so I kept it pretty vague so it could be interpreted as either! I hope that’s ok, if not just send another request and I’ll fix it!!

But either way I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it!! <3

Proofread once soooo… if there are any errors please ignore them/inform me 😭

Lucifer

When you first arrived in hell, he wasnt the most impressed by you. Not in a mean way or anything, just that he’s lived for a long time and has met a plethora of different types of beings so he’s pretty used to meeting interesting looking people.

But even he has to admit that he was intrigued with you. Your 9 well-groomed and lush tails that quietly followed you with every step and the fur of your fox ears looked soft to the touch. The thing that he seemed to notice most though was the whole eloquent aura you had with every movement you did. Smooth, almost tranquil.

You being a Kitsune did cause you to stir up a bit of… let's say trouble. Your fox nature of course caused you to have a personality that leaned a bit mischievously. You weren’t malicious by any means, you judt had a very… unique taste in humor and how you wish to spend your time. Pranks, stealing random objects that interest you, and going places that you probably should be. This gets you in trouble with many a folk but it’s really not something you can’t handle.

On one of these occasions. you took interest in his custom made duckys. First off, it was something new to you, 2nd, you had never seen someone be this interested in ducks as him, so when you randomly stumbled into the big man of hell’s workspace that’s filled to the brim of them, each with unique features and colorful designs, needless to say you were quite interested.

He was a bit embarrassed at first when you found it but seeing that you genuinely were into them he literally couldnt stop showing them off. Going into almost ecrusiating detail of each one's design choices. (This man is so autistic-coded. I love him so much)

He even made a custom one for you which he gave you when both met again. It was a basic duck design, except it had 9 tail feathers and wore fox ears that clearly mimicked your own, including your fur pattern. He then spent an hour going through each of its features with you. To say you were grateful would be an understatement.

“And if you pull this feather back… Bubbles! Oh-ho, and that's not all! If you take this and-”

Charlie

Definitely more impressed than her father would be. Of course she has been in hell literally all her life and has seen some weird, wacky, hot and cool people but it still doesnt not surprise her when she finds interesting people. When you first met her she was really interested in you, asking a bunch of questions and It was almost scary how enthusuatsic about it she got.

She then started talking about her brand new “Hazbin Hotel.” It was something to reform sinners so that they had a chance at redemption. Charlie seemed so excited to tell you about it that you honestly did have the heart to tell her that you didn’t exactly believe a soul could be redeemed.

Now depending on if you’re hellborn or a sinner, things can go a bit differently. If youre hellborn she’ll offer you a job at the hotel, well to say a job would be a lie, you didn’t really have 1 given task to do, you just helped out when needed. if you’re a sinner, you of course get to stay in a room at the hotel. Whether you actually go along and try to get better is up to you. It was a free place to sleep, so hey? Might as well. Either way though, Charlie always sees the good in people, hellborn or not. So she would obviously want to help you grow as a person even if you are hellborn.

The michevues aspects of your personality tends to cause some problems for the hotel at times. Fights happen, lessons have ended prematurely, and you may have accidentally caused a bar fight between Angel and Sir Pentious. It really was an accident, how was you supposed to know “borrowing” one of Pentious’ shiny tools would cause such a ruckus?

Charlie lectored you about taking others' stuff and made you apologize.

As much as Charlie doesn’t want to admit it (at least before episode 5) she’s a lot like her dad. That also expands to their likeness for your fur. She really can’t take her eyes away from it, it just looks so soft and neat… and soft… eventually you catch her staring at your tails and you just laugh and ask her if she wants to touch them.

“What!? Pfft, noooo, no no no. hehe…he…unless you’re offering…”

Alastor

Considering Alastor died in the 20’s I don’t think he knows what a Kitsune is exactly. Which is probably why he’s the most interesting in you at first glance (you could have also met when he first manifested in hell, which would only further his intrigue)

Either way, your personalities seemed to mesh well for the most part. You both stir up trouble wherever you go (Alastor a bit more… maliciously than you but still)

Whether you’re hellborn or a sinner is irrelevant to how he treats you, though he has tried making a deal with you every once and a while. You always decline but he thinks it’s always worth a shot to ask.

Alastor is aware of your devious behavior and knows the best way to handle it if it ever happens to come his way. He knows that you’re harmless and not a threat which is exactly why he has taken a liking to you. You’re someone who can only really help his cause and nothing bad can really come out of you being around.

Pranks though, are the one thing that Alastor can’t seem to sway you out of doing. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times he’s been at the front end of them. Of course he always sees through them and they’ve never once worked, but boy are you sure determined to one day get him.

This was one such case where you attempted to steal and hide his radio cane while he was asleep, only for him to sneak up shadow form and scare you half to double death

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to pull one past me, my, oh-so dear, exquisitely fluffy friend”

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mightypossibly · 4 months

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yandere!emperor x commoner GN!reader

summary: in which the young and war-obsessed emperor of Doronte puts his newest conquest on hold for you

contents + warnings: fluff, obsession, mention of drugs, attempted coercion, comfort, ahistorical, magic

yan!emperor who has been planning to devour your kingdom for the past couple of years. He's young, capable, and has already destabilized and absorbed another empire in his first five years in the throne. Taking over your measly kingdom (which was BARELY the size of Doronte's smallest duchy) would be a easy.

yan!emperor who uses enchanted birds to spy on your kingdom, from important meetings of your officials to the ordinary lives of your people. He finds you in a dingy library, and he falls irrationally in love.

yan!emperor who is SUPER impatient. He killed his father at age 13. He reintegrated the broken pieces of his empire and brought endless prosperity to his world. He was crazed and violent, but he was a damn good leader.

yan!emperor who, when he falls for you, stops all conflict with your kingdom and takes the first flying carriage to your province.

yan!emperor who gets to stay in the best inns in almost any country because everyone is too scared to give him anything less than the best. He has his bounty hunters find you (ofc he didn't have to cuz... you were literally just chilling in a library). They dragged you to a luxury inn you'd NEVER be able to afford in your entire life. There, the emperor waited for you in the room he had decorated and chosen for you.

word count: 1.2k

The tea date wasn't going too well. The emperor had filled your room with the best, most sparkling and ornate items. They were all gifts for you, a peek into the life you were going to lead with him.

You weren't talking much, but that was okay. He'd get you to talk all he wanted later.

You were scared of him. He loved you. He confused you. You enchanted him.

That was the gist of it all, and you didn't like anything he had to say. Anyone else would jump at the chance to be someone as hot and powerful as him.... But you knew he was dangerous. But you were the one person standing in the way of the Doronte Empire crushing the kingdom of Fount... your kingdom.

He poured you some more tea, though you hadn't been drinking at all. He just topped you off, and the tea just kissed the rim. He poured some tea for himself as well. He hoped you'd trust him for a second, and took one sip.

“I'm sure the tea will be to your liking. Look here,” Emperor Haven said, taking another sip with a smile. “It's delicious.”

You scoff and say, “Unlike you, Your Imperial Highness, I have no immunity to drugs of any kind. I'll also let you know that I have a weak disposition, and consuming harmful substances could prove fatal to me.”

“Are you implying that I'd drug you, darling?”

“Me, imply? I don't imply. I believe I've been straight forward,” you say. You hold your hands safely and neatly in your lap. You looked as if you wanted to slap him. “I don't mean to accuse you of anything, but this is inappropriate.”

The emperor leaned forward and tilted his head— a move he perfected. He was stunning, almost glowing, but he knew you wouldn't be deterred unless he pulled all the stops. You are reserved and untrusting— and for good reason. He'd swept you away from your kingdom and wants you to be his spouse. He'd prove himself to you though… no matter how long it'd take.

One thing he was surprised by was the way you spoke. “Your manner of speaking is so… eloquent. Are you sure you're a lowborn?”

“Are you sure you're a royal? Or are all nobles so socially inept?” you spat out too late. You immediately tried to backtrack. “I-I’m so sorry Your Impe- Your Imperial Majesty-”

But the emperor was already enchanted by you. You saw the sparkle in his eyes. He said, “You’re such a marvel. I'd never met someone like you. How is it that you are the way that you are?”

I was born, you thought wryly. “I was adopted by a librarian and a boxer. Do the math.”

“Oh- Oh no, do you want to say goodbye to your parents before we leave for Doronte?”

You didn't like the way he said it— like your leaving was already decided.

“They're gone. I… I don't have…” you said. Your voice falters into silence. The emperor grabs your hands, almost knocking over your now cold tea.

“Please forgive me. I didn't know… I can't imagine… What were they like?

You can't say no to the emperor's pretty eyes for long. You quietly talk about your father, who seemed to know everything, and a mother who fought through everything. A warm father who welcomed an outcast noble lady with open arms, and a strong mother who had the grandest, most elegant demeanor. By the end of your spie, you felt tears run down your face.

The emperor listened carefully to you, and you almost forgot that he was about to kidnap you. He told you that he'd make sure that you'd never feel alone again. He wiped away your shimmery tears.

After a while, you pulled away, which broke the emperor's heart a bit. You said, “I don't want to go with you. I'd rather you kill me.”

The emperor sighed in frustration. “Why, my dear? I swear I don't bite, and I can give you everything. We can build a family together.”

“I don't want this… I'm not supposed to….”

“What? You're not supposed to want this?”

“I don't…”

The emperor stands and turns to leave. “I'll give you some time to think, and have a change of heart.

Because you will be coming with me, he thought.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #male yandere #soft yandere #yandere male #tw yandere #yancore

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sapphic-schizo · 2 years

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love how they keep making cyrano de bergerac adaptations even tho it seems like barely anyone knows what cyrano de bergerac is.

#maybe i'm wrong but i first read it in college theater class #i think it's probably common in theater classes which is why they'd keep making movies about it #but it's a shit story in the first place #basically old-fashioned catfishing #the ugly guy gets the hot girl because he's just so eloquent and smart and his poems are really good i swear #when that movie sierra burgess is a loser came out everyone flipped their shit about how toxic she is or whatever #and i was just like uh huh and yet it's still a classic play that they keep making movies about

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joonsmagicshop · 4 months

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Dom Daddy Joon

Summary: When Namjoon catches you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing he decides to punish you, and lets his maknae join in on the fun

Paring: Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 7.9K

Rating: 18+

Tags: Dom Joon, daddy kink, masturbation, vibrating panties, overstimulation, dirty talk, fucking, unprotected sex (this is fiction wrap it before you tap it) Joon being in leader mode and Y/N loving it, 3some kind of?

Authors Note: Leader Mode Namjoon wrecks me so here you go

Your phone vibrated in your purse the second you walked through the door.

You sighed and stared up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

It was Friday

and you had more than enough of this week.

The day had been dragging on, you swore at one point the clocks in your office had stopped working entirely. It didn't help that the last few days had been overcast, dark shadows and buckets of rain had poured down leaving you in a tired and irritated mood.

You fished for your phone as you kicked off your heels and placed them by the front door.

When you saw the text your whole demeanor changed, a single ray of hope on these cloudy days

Namjoonie: Office dinner tonight. We are allowed to bring a plus one. Get beautiful for me love. The car comes at seven

Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you couldn't help but smirk at the phone as you shucked off your coat and hung it up, making your way slowly to the bedroom to pick out an outfit for tonight.

A thrill of excitement shot through you as you grabbed a navy blue dress off its hanger and laid it on the bed.

Most people would find company dinners with people you hardly knew boring, but not you. You still remember the first dinner you attended.

You thought it would be boring, and you braced yourself for it, but you were not about to turn down free booze and free food so you went, knowing you could wrangle some of Namjoon's bandmates into having drinks with you.

You were very used to soft, small, sweet Namjoon. With his big smile and cute dimples poking out. His love of big soft hoodies, cuddles and kisses.

However, it all changed when you both entered the venue. He stood tall and proud above the crowd of people. His hand rested on your back as he guided you around. He looked concentrated and calculated and so damn dominant and powerful that your knees almost buckled.

He spoke eloquently to everyone he met, even people you knew he couldn't stand, his hand never leaving your back as he kept his bandmates close and looked out for every one of them.

It was like he had a sixth sense, he could tell when a question made Jungkook uncomfortable or when Taehyung should switch from booze to water, or when Hobi was part of a conversation he did not want to be a part of.

Namjoon was in leader mode and you had to say it turned you on a lot more than you had planned. There was something about him that was so powerful and strong and authoritative that it made you throb.

You let it slip you found it so hot when he was in leader mode. You could see the small proud smile on Namjoon's lips when he fucked you hard into the mattress later.

You quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower, cleaning your hair and washing your body as your conditioner sat in.

You used all the products you knew Namjoon would love and as you washed your body you let your mind drift to him

Your core was throbbing and you bit your lip.

It had been a while since you and Namjoon had been intimate. With both of you having busy schedules there wasn't much time for anything other than a quick fingering, or blow job.

You knew if you were this riled up from just thinking about him you wouldn't survive tonight. You wouldn't last two seconds with Namjoon in leader mode and you squeezed your legs together as the hot water fell on your body.

You looked around, knowing no one was home and Namjoon probably wouldn't be home for hours.

Of course he wouldn't want you touching yourself without him present but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Right?

You softly fluttered your eyes closed as you imagined it was him in the shower with you. Big hands tracing down your neck and chest. His hard cock would be pressed against your back because he was always kind enough to let you face the hot water.

Your hands continued to venture downwards as you felt arousal pool in your stomach and between your thighs.

You finally brought your hand down to your slit and gathered the arousal there before circling your clit and letting out an obscene moan.

You knew you wouldn't last long so maybe it was a good thing you were taking care of it now.

You applied just the right amount of pressure and closed your eyes tighter. Imagining it was him, his strong firm hands circling you. He would have one arm around your middle holding you up as he played with your clit, he would alternate between slow and fast circles causing beautiful, sweet moans to fall from your mouth.

He would try to shut you up with a kiss as he would tease your clit harder and faster, pushing his erection into your back as you whine and thrash in his arms, desperate to cum.

In your mind's eye you can see it all, you can imagine so easily that it is his hands playing with you instead of your own.

Your body feels on fire and you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, your legs are starting to shake and the water starting to feel too much against your sensitive skin.

You are so lost in your fantasy you don't realize the bathroom door is opening. Namjoon was home early and he heard noises and decided to investigate.

He never imagined he would walk in on you, on this.

He had to say, he never thought his girl would be so naughty and do this without him.

A part of him loved it though

Because you both knew

Naughty girls get punished.

He could tell you were close. By the way you were gasping and whining and Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as his hands closed around the curtain and he pulled it.

You screamed

“Namjoon! I-Your home early!” You nearly shout as you stand there in your shame. You knew he caught you. You knew that you had been loud.

“What a pity. My girl couldn't control herself huh?” He asked folding his arms over his buff chest and staring you down.

You felt flushed under his unwavering gaze. The water still falling on your naked body and your orgasm slipping away.

“I-” You started but you quickly shut your mouth.

“Nothing to say huh?” He teases as you slowly turn off the water and he hands you the towel.

You keep your head down in shame as you dry yourself off, feeling your orgasm fade into nothing but frustration as you clench your legs together and stare at his feet.

“You were close weren't you?” He asks.

You don't bother to use your words instead you nod as he bites his lip.

“Naughty girl didn't bother waiting for Daddy to get home to fuck you right. Had to use your fingers to get the job done and couldn't even do that.” He says shaking his head.

You are left speechless at his words as he lets out a low dark chuckle, his hands coming up to card through his hair.

“I set up a surprise for you on the bed. Put it on. Everything on. I will meet you downstairs after I shower.” He says giving you a curt nod as a dismissal.

You take the hint and wrap the towel around your body as you exit the steamy bathroom. Your hands are shaking and your heart is racing as you approach the bed and you gasp at his surprise.

Gone is the navy dress.

Instead, it is replaced with a low-cut red dress. The straps are thin and delicate and the material feels soft under your fingertips.

You have never seen this dress before in your life and you bite your lip in embarrassment,

Namjoon bought this for you.

You see he has also laid out your jewelry for the night. Delicate gold earrings and a gold cuff that you knew came from your jewelry collection

The last item on the bed makes you gasp.

It is a pair of black panties.

Very special black panties

That vibrates against your clit and you have only worn once.

You spent the day wearing them to test them out with Namjoon. You lasted only four hours before you both had enough and Namjoon dragged you home and fucked you roughly against the front door.

You bit your lip at the memory.

You were really in for it now.

You quickly put everything on and quickly styled your hair in a way he would love. You left the remote on the bed where he could see it as you exited the bedroom and waited downstairs as he requested.

……………………….

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet.

Almost too quiet

Namjoon was wearing black slacks and a black button-up shirt. He had left the top three buttons undone and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did that for you.

He knew how much you loved his chest

A single silver chain hung from his neck and you tried not to stare but you couldn't help it.

He spent the car ride looking out the window not even acknowledging you as he took in the rainy city around him.

You reached over to him, slowly linking your fingers and you could see a faint smile on his face as you let out a sigh.

Soon enough the car was parked and you were ushered in quickly under a black umbrella.

The restaurant was warm and cozy but high-end as you saw tables upon tables with gold tablecloths and a huge chandelier hung overhead.

Namjoon slipped into his roll effortlessly, putting his hand on the small of your back as he brought you around, greeting people with smiles and nods, not bothering to linger with anyone too long as he made his rounds.

You eventually found your way to a table where Jungkook and Jimin were seated, they both looked handsome as they had their heads bent low and were speaking to each other.

Just as you were about to approach the table your knees nearly gave way as the panties started to vibrate against your core sending tingles up and down your legs and spine.

You clung to Namjoon as you stared up at him in shock, he showed no sign of anything being wrong, in fact, he was smiling at the two boys in front of him as he hauled you to the table.

You clenched your teeth together and tried to smile as everyone said their greetings. Namjoon's hand was still on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles as he let you ride out this wave of vibrations.

They were small but powerful and the way the panties were positioned meant it was hitting that perfect spot right against your clit.

You wanted to flutter your eyes closed.

You wanted to moan.

But instead, you steeled yourself and tried your best to focus on the conversation in front of you as you felt your legs wobble.

Just as the boys looked up to greet you the vibrations stopped.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

This already felt like it was going to be a long night.

Soon enough it was announced that dinner would be served. You and Namjoon found your seats which ended up being near Jungkook and Jin and when you sat down to eat the vibrations started again.

You gasped and nearly dropped your water cup as the vibration pattern changed, this time it was short quick vibrations that had you reaching to Namjoon's thigh to squeeze the muscle, in a silent plea for him to stop.

You already felt so overstimulated by your interrupted orgasm earlier and the way this night was going you were sure you would cum without warning and embarrass yourself, and him.

You dug your nails into his slacks and felt your face heat up. The coil of pressure was beginning to tighten and you squeezed your legs together hoping to relieve some of the built-up tension.

You saw a hand wave in front of your face and looked to see Jungkook staring at you with a worried look.

Poor Jungkook with his big round eyes had no idea what was going on and why you were so out of it.

You cleared your throat to stop a moan from slipping from your mouth as Namjoon had not turned the damn thing off yet.

“Sorry Jungkook what were you saying?” You asked trying to keep your voice from shaking as the vibration pattern switched again to slow long vibrations which had you gritting your teeth.

“I asked how you have been. Joon said you have been so busy with work. Something about a big deadline coming up?” He asked innocently giving you a soft sweet smile which you would be happy to return if you weren't clenching your teeth and thighs together.

Right as you were about to respond the vibrations stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, your hand releasing Namjoon's thigh as you turned fully to talk to Jungkook.

He was sweet and patient with you, asking you tons of questions about work and your life as the food slowly started to come out on large silver plates.

It was all delicious and Namjoon let you eat in peace for the meal. His hands sometimes would wander to squeeze your knee, or dip higher which would cause your breath to hitch but overall you made it through without incident.

Once the plates were clear the bar was once again open and you found yourself standing at it with Taehyung, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi.

The boys were chatting and you were scanning the crowd not paying attention to anyone in particular when you felt the vibrations again.

You gasped in surprise which caused Jungkook to look at you in concern.

“Y/N are you sure you're okay?” He asked as he stared you down with narrow eyes.

“Yes, I'm just…thirsty. Joon can you get me a drink.” You asked looking up sweetly at your boyfriend who was grinning down at you.

He could see you squirm and gasp every time he turned the thing on.

And he loved it.

“Of course pretty girl.” He said kissing your cheek and waving the bartender over.

He got you a glass of water which was slightly disappointing because you wanted some booze to get through this but you accepted it graciously. Sipping the drink you nearly had a coughing fit when the vibration pattern changed and you saw Namjoon smirk out of the corner of your eye.

It was getting hard to stand on your own two feet so you leaned against your boyfriend's strong body and let your eyes flutter closed. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and returned to his conversation with Yoongi.

It was getting to be too much, the vibrations were too high and you felt your thighs wet with your slick. Your hands were shaking while holding the glass and you couldn't focus on the conversation around you.

Sweat was starting to form around your brow as you bit your lip to keep a moan from falling out. Your hand reached to grab his bicep and squeeze as you opened your eyes to give him a pleading look but you saw he was talking to some other people who joined the circle.

People who were dressed in impeccable suits

and looked important

and here you were trying not to cum standing up.

You dug your nails into the soft material of his shirt as you felt the vibrations get stronger.

You weren't going to make it

You were going to cum right here… right now

Your eyes were starting to roll in the back of your head, you were drenched in sweat and trying desperately to cover it up and play it cool.

Namjoon was so absorbed in conversation that he didn't notice the pleading looks you were giving him.

He probably forgot the damn thing was even still on.

You clenched your teeth as the coil of pressure got tighter and tighter.

It was too much

way too much

If you could say your safe word you would

You squeezed his arm roughly and he finally looked down at you and his eyes widened in alarm.

He never switched the panties off

fuck

You looked fucked out, you were sweating and slightly shaking and he fumbled in his pocket for the remote switching it off.

You shot him a shaky smile as you excused yourself to the bathroom, nearly fumbling over your own two feet as you tried to get away from him to compose yourself.

You pushed the bathroom door open and took several deep breaths. Your hands shaky against the cool countertop.

You pushed your hair back and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You looked positively fucked out.

Another vibration sent you flinching but you realized it was from your phone and not the panties.

You fished it out and read the message.

Namjoonie: Color?

You: Now, green, before yellow..almost red

Namjoonie: I'm sorry baby I got distracted and didn't mean for it to be on that long

You: I could tell.

Namjoonie: Don't be a brat. You better not be touching yourself in there. You're already in enough trouble my greedy needy girl.

You: No Daddy. I'm not.

Namjoonie: I am sorry but you are still on punishment for being a slut who can't control herself. A couple more hours then we can go home okay?

You: Of course Joon.

Namjoonie: Color?

You: Green.

Namjoonie: We moved from the bar to a table near the front. Meet me whenever you are ready

You made your way over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as you snuggled into his side. You once again weren't really paying attention to what they were chatting about as it was all business but a remark from a man in a gray suit caught your attention.

“I mean come on guys? How long can a boy band from Korea last? You guys are getting older, fans and fandom can be a fickle thing. I'm just saying maybe invest in us and we can make sure you have stable jobs when this is all over.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked up at your boyfriend who towered over this man. His hand clenched on your back and you felt the electricity in the room. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was in a hard line. He shared a look with Yoongi, the same look you saw all those dinners ago. The cock of the eyebrow and Yoongi was calmly and politely putting this man in his place.

Namjoon stood tall taking small sips from his drink as he watched his hyung take care of it. He stared at the other man over the rim of his glass who had nodded in agreement the whole time his business partner was speaking.

Almost daring him to say anything about them or their fans.

Yoongi handled it perfectly and very polity told the man to mind his own business and fuck off. The man tried to back peddle and explain himself but the tick in Namjoon's jaw spoke for all of them as his excuses died on his tongue.

“Now if you'll excuse us we're going to go talk to someone else.” Yoongi finished as he walked away with Hobi and Taehyung next to him.

Namjoon shot the man a look that had him shrinking on the spot as he laced his fingers through yours and dragged you through the crowd.

The dominance that was radiating off of him was intoxicating and you thought he was going to lead you to the others but instead, he forcefully led you to the coat room hastily opened the door and shoved you both inside.

You gasped as he flicked on the light and threw you against one of the walls kissing you harshly. It was all teeth and tongue and his tall strong body pressed up against your smaller frame.

You whined against his lips as he slotted a leg between your thighs and you desperately grinded against it hoping this was your chance to finally cum after hours of teasing.

His hands tangled in your hair as he pushed his body into yours harder, he kissed you harshly as you moaned against his lips he swallowed the noises down. Your hand reached down to cup his aching erection and he hissed against your mouth.

“Fuck me Joon please fuck me. I'm so sorry I touched myself without you. Please Joon. Fuck. Please.” You were almost chanting as his thigh pressed against your wet core even harder as you ground against him.

“God baby your so desperate for me huh?” He mutters as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck and jawline.

You nod frantically as your hands hold onto his strong shoulders for dear life as you whine and continue to grind against him.

He slows his kisses and you cry out in frustration as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You know, Jungkook was really worried about you tonight?” Namjoon said as he adjusted his clothes.

“When you raced off to the bathroom he pulled me aside and asked me if you were okay. He thought you were acting…strange tonight.” Namjoon teased as you blushed.

“Well, he kind of scolded me because according to him you were unwell and I wasn't paying attention. So I told him the real reason why you were acting so…unwell.”

You gasped

Jungkook knew?

“What did he say?” You asked slowly, fingers coming up to adjust one of the straps of your dress which had fallen.

“Well, he admitted he thought it was hot. And he wanted in on it,” he said with a bite of his lip and a cock of his eyebrow.

“Wait what does that mean?” You ask feeling arousal shoot through your body.

“Meaning I passed him the remote. He will have it for the rest of the night. And if you can be a good girl and behave yourself and not cum all over the floor, well I offered him to join us.” Namjoon said with a satisfied grin.

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless as Namjoon stared at you, suddenly the space feels too small and too hot as you take in his words.

Jungkook to join you?

You had to admit the dirty fantasies that had popped into your head were enough to make you shiver.

“Thought you'd like that. My girl can't get enough cock so I figured I'd let you have two,” he says as he brushes past you and opens the door to the coatroom letting you exit first in a complete daze.

.........................

The rest of the night passed quickly. Namjoon didn't want to stay long after the coatroom incident and you had a feeling it was because he liked the idea of Jungkook joining as much as you did.

You had to admit Jungkook was not as torturous with the remote as your boyfriend was.

He would surprise you with quick bursts before turning the thing off which had you glaring at him. He kept pleasure just out of reach which made you even more frustrated.

By the time you were ready to leave you felt like even one single touch could have you cuming. You hastily put your coat on and you heard Jungkook snicker beside you. You shot him a dirty look but immediately regretted it as he flicked the panties on again causing you to wobble and grab a chair for support.

“Ready to go love?” Namjoon asks as he eyes Jungkook who is grinning like a menace and smirks as he waves goodbye to some people and drags you out to the car.

The air is damp after the rain and the three of you pile into the backseat.

You are stuck in the middle of these two ridiculously hot men in the backseat of the car. Their legs are spread which means both of their knees are touching yours and caging you in. Worst of all Jungkook hasn't turned the panties off yet.

Namjoon loops an arm around your back and plays with the small hairs at the nape of your neck as you shoot Jungkook death glares.

The pleasure is starting to build in your stomach and you let out a small whine as you bury your face in Namjoon's shoulder.

Jungkook finally pulls his eyes away from the window to stare at you, how desperate you look. How you are rutting your hips up and trying to stifle your moans. Honestly, it felt like a dream when Namjoon invited him to join him tonight and he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.

You were starting to lose control once again and you pulled your face away from Namjoon's shoulder to stare at Jungkook who looked at you with a small smirk on his face.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and plead with him to stop, or to touch you, the car stopped outside the house and Namjoon shot you both a look as Jungkook reached into his pocket and handed the remote back to Namjoon

Leaving the damn thing still on and vibrating.

“Okay I can't. If you don't turn it off you'll have to carry me to the door. I'm serious.” You plead out as both men grin and Namjoon shuts it off.

You sigh once again as you make your way out of the car and into the house. Kicking off your uncomfortable heels and sitting on the couch hanging your head in exhaustion.

“How are you feeling baby?” Namjoon asks coming over to the couch to sit next to you, his arms wrapping around you and comforting you.

“So overstimulated I …just. Please. I just need a minute.” You explain breathless as you bury your face in his chest and feel the couch dip next to you as Jungkook also takes a seat.

“Such a good girl for me. Baby, you did such a good job tonight.” He praises you as his hand sweeps your hair from your neck and he starts to give your skin slow soft kisses.

You want to cry out as just that motion has your legs clenching together, which he takes note of.

“So sensitive baby.” He teases as you bring a hand up to fist into his shirt.

“All your fault.” You mumble as a hand that does not belong to your boyfriend is suddenly resting on your bare thigh.

“I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly Princess. Who's fault is it?” Namjoon challenges as you pull your face from his chest and stare down at the tattooed hand that is slowly crawling its way up your thigh.

“Mine.” You whisper as you can't tear your eyes away from Jungkook's hand.

“And why is it your fault? Want to explain to our guest why I made you wear those panties tonight.”

You swallow hard.

“Cause I was bad and touched myself in the shower without your permission.” You mumble.

“Shit Hyung torturing her like that because she touched herself. Your…well…wow” Jungkook replies clearly impressed as his hand climbs higher and is now resting just below the hem of your dress.

Namjoon chuckles darkly beside you.

“Kook. My princess was bad and needs to be punished. I'm thinking I'll let her suck you off and let you fuck her. You are allowed to cum. She is not.”

You gasp and feel wetness coat your thighs.

“She will only cum on my cock. Understand.” Namjoon says as he stands up and heads to the mini-bar, pouring himself a drink and grabbing a chair from the kitchen, setting it a couple of feet away and sitting on it.

Even though he is letting Jungkook have his fun with you his dominant energy is radiating through the room causing you to shiver under his heated gaze.

“Go ahead, princess. He's all yours. Show him you can be a good girl.” Namjoon directs as you turn to look and Jungkook and see his eyes are blown wide and his tongue is darting out to lick at his lips.

Jungkook leans in close and kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours and you melt into his touch. His hands wrap around you as he deepens the kiss and you whine against his mouth.

Jungkook laces his hands through your hair as his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips. You moan against him as you boldly climb on his lap. You hear him groan in satisfaction as you spread your legs and sit on his clothed cock.

Which is hard and thick against your core.

You want to hurry this along so you pull away from his lips and begin to pepper kisses down his neck and collarbones. He throws his head back and bucks his hips against your core.

You can feel him so hard under you and it just eggs you on to do more so you begin to suck on his neck which had his hands flying to your backside to massage the flesh.

You scoot back and pull his shirt over his head and are met with miles of toned skin and a whole tattoo sleeve which you could stare at for a lifetime.

His hair is sticking up in all directions and his cheeks are flushed as you slowly grind your core against his cock and pepper more kisses down his neck and chest.

His chest is heaving as your lips connect with the toned skin and you suddenly let out a gasp as panties vibrate again.

This time Jungkook can feel them vibrating against his clothed cock and pretty moans spill from both your mouths as you whip your head around to stare at Namjoon.

Who is sitting on the chair with his legs spread wide, the material of his dress pants taut under his thigh muscles as he grins at you.

“Keep going love you looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He says darkly raising his glass in a toast to you as he brings it to his lips and drinks the dark liquid.

You shiver under his gaze as you turn to Jungkook who is jutting his hips up to meet yours in absolute desperation.

You scoot back and run your hands over his clothed cock. His eyes flutter closed at your touches and when you reach for his belt he gasps.

You quickly undo his pants and slide to the floor as he stands up to rid himself of them and let his cock spring free.

It is long and veiny and it makes your mouth water as you take him in your hand. The skin is soft but hot under your palm as you slowly stroke him up and down.

Just as you are about to take him in your mouth the vibrations in your panties stop and you give kitten licks to the head of his cock.

Jungkook is groaning above you as his hands collect your hair to pull it back as you take the head of his cock into your mouth.

It fills your mouth perfectly as you get used to his salty taste. You slowly begin to bob your head focusing on flicking your tongue and gathering as much spit as you can.

Jungkook is a mess of moans above you and you whine against him as you take him deeper and deeper.

Your hand is working in tandem with your mouth and Jungkook is softly jutting his hips to get you to take him deeper. His hands are a tangled mess in your hair and when he pulls slightly a filthy moan falls from your lips which sends vibrations up his shaft.

You bring one hand up to fondle his balls and he pushes you away sharply.

You pull off with a gasp as you look up at him, his chest is flushed pink and his eyes are dark and blown wide. He stares down at you in awe and you grin up at him.

“Fuck Joon she's so good at that.” He says, eyes flicking to your boyfriend who is still sitting on the chair watching.

You turn around to see Namjoon palming his cock with his large fingers through his slacks and your stomach flips in anticipation.

“Please let me fuck her Joon. Please.” Jungkook begs and Namjoon offers him a curt nod as you stand up and wait for instruction.

Jungkook grabs a condom from Namjoon and rolls it on his throbbing length.

“Where do you want me Kook?” You ask as you slowly bring the straps of your dress down and let it pool by your ankles.

Both men are staring at you unmoving as you step out of the cloth and pick it up to drape it over the back of the couch.

You bring a hand down to your panties and stare at Namjoon waiting for instruction.

Namjoon offers you the same nod he did to Jungkook and you slowly pull the fabric down your legs and kick it over to Namjoon where it falls at his feet.

He shakes his head and smirks at you as you make your way over to Jungkook who seems to be frozen in place. His eyes darting from your breasts to your thighs to your pussy.

He doesn't seem to know where to look.

You run a hand down his bare chest and look up at him.

“Where do you want me Kook?” You repeat as he lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand through his messed-up hair.

“Fuck Namjoon you get her all time. You are so lucky.” He says as he grabs your waist and directs you over to the couch.

He has you lie down as he kneels between your legs. Instinctively you raise your legs so they are on his shoulders and his eyes widen as he stares at Namjoon in shock.

“She's very well trained,” Namjoon replies as you blush deeply.

“Should I? Do you want prep?” Jungkook asks as he stares down at you. His hands coming to rub down your tits and stomach

“She couldn't keep her hands to herself. We teased her all night. She's probably soaked. No prep.” Namjoon answers for you as you bite your lip.

Jungkook teases your hole with the tip of his cock and you whine out at the contact. Your whole body feels high strung and you worry that the second he enters you you'll come all over his cock.

Jungkook slowly eases himself in and you whine and arch your body up to meet his as his length stretches you out.

Once you are impaled on his cock you try to breathe and relax. Jungkook was not as big as Namjoon but without prep, it was still a stretch and you could feel yourself clench around him as he kneeled above you.

The burn is starting to subside as Jungkook begins to move slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to get you used to his length.

Your body is shaking under him as he looks down at you, chains dangling in your face as he begins to pick up the pace and fuck you harder.

“She likes it rough Kook don't worry about being gentle,” Namjoon instructs as you catch a quick smirk form on Jungkook's face before he straightens up and pounds into you.

The breath is taken from your lungs as he starts to thrust into you with more force. His hands are in a vice-like grip on your ankles keeping them in place on his shoulders as he pounds into you.

You are moaning and thrashing under him as you feel the head of his cock hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

He is groaning above you and you are keeping your eyes closed trying to subside the pleasure that is building inside of you.

“Look at him princess. No cheating.” Namjoon calls out to you as you open your eyes and are met with an absolute vision on top of you.

Jungkook's hair is plastered to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his brow as he rails you with reckless abandon. His lip is trapped between his teeth and his muscles are clenching as he chases his high.

You grab his shoulders and force his body closer to yours which causes him to hit deeper inside of you and a broken moan to fall from your mouth.

The coil of pleasure is getting tighter inside of you and you are almost sobbing from overstimulation as Jungkook is starting to pound harder.

The sound of slapping skin is getting louder as you claw at his back to keep yourself grounded. Your eyes are fluttering as you are having a hard time keeping them open with how well he is making you feel.

You are desperate to keep your high at bay as his thrust becomes sloppy and you know he is close.

You clench around him, wanting to tip him over the edge as quickly as possible as Jungkook is panting above you.

“God this pussy, so tight, so good. F-fuck F-f-fuck.” He groans out as he chases his high and his eyes widen as he locks them with Namjoon.

“Yes, you can cum inside Kook. She loves it.” Namjoon says calmly as his words alone cause you to clench again and he thrusts a couple more times before his cock is unloading in the condom.

You bury your face in his bare chest as you let him chase his high. You clench everything together to keep a tight seal for him but also so you don't lose it yourself.

When Jungkook finally comes down from his high he slowly releases your legs and you sigh as you feel the blood flow start to return to them.

He pulls out slowly and flops on the couch, hair a mess and breathing heavily.

You whine and look over at Namjoon who at one point took his pants off and was stroking his large cock slowly.

“Fuck Joon please.” You beg out not caring how desperate you sound.

“She's such a slut huh Kook. You just fucked her and she wants more. Can't get enough cock.”

Jungkook lets out a mumble of incoherent words as he gets up from the couch to move to the floor.

Namjoon stands up and pulls his pants fully off his legs stepping out of them with ease. Your mouth is watering as he stalks over to you, cock hard and bobbing against his stomach.

You suck in a breath as he sits down next to you and pats his thigh. He wants you to ride him, his favorite position.

“Figured we would give Jungkook a good show. I know he likes my thighs as much as you do.” Namjoon teases which causes Jungkook to make an embarrassed noise on the floor as you straddle him and his hands come to your waist.

“You did so well for me pretty girl. So good for Daddy. Gonna make yourself cum without my permission again?” He asks as he grabs the base of his cock and teases it through your soaked folds.

You shake your head and he laughs.

“Be a good baby and take daddy's cock huh?” he asks and with one swift movement, he grabs your hips and lifts you so you are impaled on his throbbing length.

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine at the stretch. Sure you just got fucked by Jungkook but Namjoon's cock had more girth and he stretched you out deliciously.

“Baby girl, how are you still so fucking tight after Jungkook fucked you?” He asks as he stares you down with an intense gaze that has you mesmerized.

“Fuck shit Joon it feels so good.” You whine out as you grip his shoulders hoping your body will relax soon.

“You can take it, baby. You always take it so well. Come on now. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show Jungkook how good of a girl you can be.” He asks as you clench around him involuntarily.

“Ah, so you like that. You like my maknae watching you whore yourself out.”

You throb under his words and slowly you fuck yourself on his cock. Your hands stay on his shoulders as you ride him.

Your body is tight with pleasure and you know you aren't going to last long as Namjoon thrusts up to meet you.

His cock is hot inside you and you love the feeling of his bare cock against your insides.

He can tell you are desperate as his grip tightens on your hips and he takes over, thrusting up inside you hitting your g spot with each slide of his cock inside your wet walls.

You close your eyes tight as you feel your orgasm approach at lightning speed. You are so overstimulated and so tired from the night's activities that you can hardly hold yourself up as Namjoon thrusts into you harder.

You are whining and moaning against the damp skin of his neck, you aren't even sure what you are saying anymore as you chase your high. You can feel your body getting hotter and tighter and you start to involuntary clench around him.

“Hold it, baby girl. Hold it. Let me cum first then you can cum.” Namjoon instructs out as you pull back from him eyes widening in shock.

He dips his head to flick his tongue over your nipple which has you arching your back and whining.

“Close… Close please Namjoon fuck please.” You cry out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook on the floor now in his boxers as he inches closer to you both to get a better look.

Just that fact alone has you clenching around your boyfriend again.

“I said hold it,” Namjoon demands as his hands grip your hips impossibly tight as he fucks into you. Letting deep grunts slip past his lips.

“Joon I can't. Please daddy I can't. I'm gonna cum. You-You gotta cum. Please, Daddy.” You wail as he chases his high and you are a moaning mess above him.

“Close baby girl so close that you can cum Kay.” He says breathlessly as his thrusts get harder and you are sure you can feel him in your stomach at this point.

You look down to see a slight bulge as he fucks into you and you snake a hand between your sweaty body to feel it pulsing inside of you.

Namjoon looks down at your small hand pressing against his cock head which is thrusting in and out of you at an alarming pace and he loses it.

He cums hard and deep inside you, panting your walls with his cum as you groan and whine at the feeling. His cock is still throbbing inside of you and you are so overstimulated that you are begging and crying above him as you try to hold off for as long as you can.

You want to be good for him.

Namjoon stills inside of you and you cry out at the loss of friction as you feel like you are teetering on the edge. You grit your teeth as tears fall from your eyes. Your body is a live wire ready to explode at the slightest touch and you are so overstimulated it is starting to hurt.

“Joon. Please. Fuck. I'll do anything. Please Daddy make me cum. Please let me cum around your cock.” You beg, lacing your hands through his hair and forcing him to look at the desperation on your face.

“Will you be good and not disobey me again?” He asks

“Please Daddy fuck I'll always be good for you please.” You cry out tears slipping down your cheeks.

Namjoon slowly starts to thrust back up into you pushing his cum deeper inside as you bury your head in his neck and chase your high.

His hand comes down between your sweaty bodies and he finds your clit with ease a couple of fast circles have you cumming around him

Your body shudders as you bite the skin on his shoulder as you throb around his length which is still buried inside you.

Your orgasm takes you over as you shut your eyes and let broken whines and moans spill from your mouth as you feel it down to your toes. You bury your face further into Namjoon's shoulder as you chant his name as you ride out your high.

Namjoon slows his thrusts as he lets you ride it out. You are chanting thank yous as you sob above him. The sensation of you finally getting to cum overtaking you.

Once your orgasm dies down you look up at Namjoon who is staring at you with so much affection in his eyes it makes your heart swell.

“You with us baby girl?” He asks as you chuckle and run a hand through your sweaty hair pushing it back from your face.

“Yeah I-Fuck.” You say as you slowly raise yourself to let his cock slip out of you.

You look at Jungkook who is still on the floor looking up at the both of you in amazement and you chuckle.

“Enjoy the show, Kook?” You ask as you untangle yourself from your boyfriend and stare down at the boy on the floor.

“God you both are so hot. Like what the fuck?” He teases as you all laugh.

“Come on I think we need a shower.” Namjoon decides as he raises himself and wraps his arms around you as he slowly lifts you from the couch and carries you in his arms.

That's the thing about Namjoon, he can fuck you rough and make you cum but he can also be the kindest more considerate person.

You feel admiration for him flow through you.

“Well, I guess I should go,” Jungkook says getting up from the floor himself as Namjoon turns to face the younger boy.

“Jungkook it's almost midnight. You're gonna shower and spend the night here. I'm not sending you away.”

Jungkook smiles shyly at you both.

“You sure? I don't want to impose.” He asks softly.

“Impose? Jungkook I invited you to fuck my girl. Were past the stage of imposing now come on.” Namjoon says as Jungkook's smile widens and he follows you and Namjoon to the bathroom.

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