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The Girl in IT - The Deleted Scenes - Pt. 6 'The Adults are Talking' - Sweet Revenge

Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

The Scene: Remember that poll I had up for Chapter 6? It was time for Sugar and Joel to get their sweet revenge on her father, who knew that sweet, innocent Sugar had it in her? This happens at the end of Pt. 6, 'The Adults are Talking'.

Chapter Warnings: Smut (18+), Breeding Kink, Joel and Sugar do very bad things on her Daddy's desk, Established Relationship, Older Man Younger Female, Vaginal fingering, Revenge Sex (but not how you think), Joel and Sugar are fucking menaces, Almost getting caught by someone (maybe?), Improper use of bodily fluids (hehehehehe), Porn with very little plot.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: this is just 1.3k words of pure filth. Also, you guys put it in my head that you want Suagr to call Joel Papi, so I just ran with it! Hope you all enjoy, ya filthy animals!

"Well, what are you waiting for?" you whisper, "Are you going to fuck me on my father's desk or not?"

Joel smiles, unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you would never fucking ask, baby."

He approaches you with a cheeky smile, your ass backing into the edge of your father's desk. You perch yourself atop the surface, spreading your legs wide as Joel situates himself between them, shrugging his sage-green button-down off of his shoulders. He peers down at you, tipping your chin as he presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're going to have to be real quiet for me, baby. Do you think you could do that?" His fingers graze the edge of your thong near the gusset, and if he moved his fingers over just an inch, he could easily run his fingertips along the seam of your folds-

"Jesus," he whispers, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your thong. "You're dripping," he mutters, almost sounding like it was an accusation.

"Joel. Please-" you groan silently, bending your head back as Joel slips his thick finger into you to the knuckle. "Fuck, does this get you off, being in your Daddy's study like this?"

Your eyes meet his, blown out and dark, his eyes half-mast. "As much as I would love to eat you out," he murmurs, "I don't think time is on our side, and I would rather not have your father shoot my balls off because he caught me fucking his daughter." He takes a deep breath, straightening himself, and pushes the waistband of his slacks lower, the bulge of his cock straining the fabric of his boxer briefs. "Fuck," he groans, his hand roughly grabbing his bulge as he looks at you hungrily, his brown eyes blown black. "Do you see just how much I ache for you, Sweetheart?"

Fuck. He's fucking massive.

"Yes," you pant, nodding in agreement as he pushes his boxers down, giving his cock a tentative stroke. He notches the weeping head at your entrance, his mouth finding yours as he pulls you into a kiss, towering over you as you brace yourself on your elbows. His hand grasps the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, thrusting inside of you to the hilt.

You gasp against his mouth, tipping your head back as your eyes roll in pleasure, Joel taking the opportunity to groan against your bare neck as he pumps into you steadily. "Fuck-" he snarls through his teeth, angling his hips higher as he allows you to adjust to his length. "So fucking tight, shit-"

You bob your head dumbly in response, pressing your face into his curls. He pulls out slightly as he takes another breath, one arm snaking around your back and the other gripping the desk as he thrusts back up into you, cradling you as he starts to push you up on your father's desk, almost lifting you up completely as he uses the desk as leverage, picking up the pace. His hips snap against yours sharply as the desk begins to rattle from below.

"Is it bad that I thought about this?" Joel pants, "Defiling you on your Daddy's things, making him pay for trying to keep you away from me?"

You look down at where the both of you are joined, gasping at the sight of Joel's massive cock being swallowed whole by your pussy. His shaft is glistening with traces of your slick as he continues to split you apart. Your stomach clenches at the scene, Joel groaning as your pussy sucks his shaft back inside of you.

You could hear the echoes of your father and his friends through open window in the study, still continuing on his drunken triade. Joel stills his hips against yours as he looks out the window, glaring into the vastness of the night sky. "Tell me baby," Joel stutters as he quickens his pace, the slick squelching of his thrusts filling the room, "What would your Daddy think of his little girl now, getting fucked by a dirty rich old man? Do you think he'll disown you?"

"I'm counting on it," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him in for another kiss. "I only have room for one Papi right now, and he's currently balls fucking deep in me-"

"Fuck!" Joel roars, placing his hands on your hips as he starts to thrust into you slow and deep. "You can't call me that, fuck, I almost blew my load-"

"What, does my boyfriend like it when I call him Papi?" you smirk against his neck, sucking on his pulse point. He thrusts into you harshly, grabbing your hair and pulling you back as he forces you to look into his eyes.

"Is my little Mami being a brat?"

You brace yourself, one hand on the desk as the other still holds on to his neck, shifting your hips to the side as he pummels into you, his thrust becoming erractic as the both of you chase your release. "Only because you haven't given me what I want yet," you chide, "What's taking you so long? I should have been pregnant yesterday," you pout. "Make me a real Mami, Papi, please-"

"You're such a bad fucking girl, baby. Begging to be breeded on your father's desk, fuck, what happened to my sweet little Sugar? You're so fucking wet for me, its dripping down my fucking thighs-" he says in reverence, his mouth agape as he throws his head back.

"I'm so close, Papi," you rasp. Joel's fingers finding your cunt as he begins to assault your clit, his touch so fucking delicious that your pussy clenches around his cock, Joel groaning in approval.

"Look at you," Joel sighs as he takes in your shaking form, your leg wrapping around his hip. "Getting fucked in your daddy's study like a bad fucking girl, fuck you are a dream-"

"Fuck, yes-"

"Putting these ideas in my head, calling me fucking Papi-"

"Yes. Yes, harder, Papi-"

"Make me a baby, Mami, fuck, you're going to look so fucking good, walking around, round with my fucking child-"

You bury your face into Joel's shoulder, attempting to muffle your scream as you fall apart completely, your body going slack against his as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release. Joel cradles your shaking form against him, his chest heaving as he thrusts into you once more, biting your shoulder as he comes deep and hot inside of you. "Fuck, Mami, fuck-" he shouts against your skin.

What was that? you hear through the window. Sounds like a cat in heat! your father's friend exclaims, his laugh so loud you it echoes throughout the walls. How far is this room from your neighbors? I swear I hear someone getting absolutely railed-

You laugh silently against Joel as you catch your breath. "I guess that's our cue to get the fuck out of here," you whisper, kissing Joel on the forehead. "Come on, we better get a move on before they start looking for the source of all of the noise-" Joel nods silently, placing his palms on each side of you on the desk, slipping out of you. He helps you jump off as he reaches for his slacks, pulling it up his ass as you fiddle with your dress.

"So," you ask cheekily, your head motioning to the sweat and cum that accumulated on your father's desk, a distinct imprint of your ass amongst the carnage. "Do you think you got your sweet revenge on my father?"

Joel walks over to you as he turns you around, his hand at your zipper. He slides it up your back, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of your ear. "Baby," he whispers, a smirk against your cheek. "I got my revenge the day you agreed to be mine," he chuckles, spinning you around as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

"This? it's just an added bonus."

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uhhhhyandere · 5 months

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jailbird pt. 1

a resident evil cast x reader shitshow

summary: alcatraz is a little... untraditional. what else would you expect from a prison on an island, away from judicial accountability? chris redfield, prison guard, wants to make an example out of someone. might as well be the prison slut.

tw: so many here & to come: consensual non-con; object insertion; painful sex; mommy kink; face-sitting; strap on; choking; pussy eating; ass eating; daddy kink; degradation; public sex

always stay safe with the content you consume; minors dni consistent interaction with adult content can and will fuck you up in adulthood; lmk if there are any tags i miss

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The orange jumpsuit is rough against your pussy. It always is when you sit down, the crest of the fabric, where the seam runs from the zipper, down the front of the suit, and to the crack of your ass, rubbing into your cunt lips. It’s an easy problem to fix. Just push up in the seat to sit like a normal human being, but if you do that, you can’t shift your hips in just that right way so the seam brushes over your clit. The little jolt, and the major shame erased as you look around the rec area to see if anyone’s catching on, pussy dripping at the thought of being caught. Being bent over this fucking table, jumpsuit ripped in half and fucked.

Who do you want it to be, you wonder.

Your eyes land on your cellmate. You don’t know what she’s in for. Honestly, maybe it’s for just looking the way she does, because what a fucking crime. Ada’s got that air of superiority to her, always looking down on whoever she’s talking to. Literally, sometimes, since she sleeps on the upper bunk. You’ve also seen her naked body too many times. You think it’s purposeful, the way she saunters through the bathroom when your cell block showers, when she always happens to get gone the same time you do. The way her ass moves with the sway of her hips.

She’s got a cute fucking pussy too. Clean-shaven, thin lips, pink and pretty. Not that that’s relevant to anything besides the fact you want her to sit on your face, drive her hips down so you could feel her fucking pelvic bones on your cheeks, suffocating in her cunt. Nose and mouth completely swallowed up. You picture the way she’d grind back and forth, up and down your fucking face as her head falls back, black locks falling down her slender shoulders. Does she curse? Moan? Stifle them both with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, red lipstick staining her teeth? Her stomach would flex and curl, thighs on either side of your face, smelling and tasting nothing but her.

Her pussy would muffle your calls and moans for mommy. Yeah, she’d like that, you think. Not that she’d be into it, but she'd degrade your ass to hell and back. Oh, you need mommy? Your own never love you? Your own never smother your face with her mommy pussy? So sad. It’s okay, mommy’s here now, you pathetic fucking girl, but if you want a mommy that loves you? Look somewhere else. There’s a reason I cover your face, after all. Hold your breath a little longer, though, and maybe mommy will give you something nice.

You’d rest your hands on her ass, palming the flesh and pulling her onto you more, slurping like a fucking animal . Your own hips would rise, your own pussy clenching onto nothing, seeking a friction that only the cold, prison air would meet. Humping the air.

Unless…

Your eyes move across the rec area, to where a group of prison guards gather. One in particular sticks out, his hands on his belt as boisterous laughter erupts and carries across the room. Chris was always loud. You’d imagine it’d be the same with his thick cock sunk into you, balls slapping against your ass as his dick drags down your walls, head kissing your womb, a white and sticky promise to come. Of come.

He definitely wouldn’t stifle shit, but you doubt he’d be able to get out words besides expletives while he slobbers like a fucking animal, frothing at the mouth. Uncontrolled, unhampered, fucking you like a dog in heat, and when he’d hunch over, folding your legs in half, feet towards your head even though a bitch like you doesn’t bend that way to reach deeper with that third fucking leg of his. The spittle would splay onto your face, wet and hot.

Those big, monster hands of his would grab your throat like a lifeline, cutting off yours. Thumbs pressing into the column of your throat, fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, maybe pulling at your hair if he’s got the dexterity. But Officer Chris Redfield is not dextrous. He is a man of raw strength. Each thrust into your poor, poor, pussy would feel as though it touches your esophagus, building in your stomach, which is saying a lot, since you’ve got a fucking tummy. A fucked tummy, blossoming with little Redfields.

But if you wanted dexterity…

The other guard you know in the group stands a little away, arms crossed over her chest, them and the padding covering her tits. Crooked nose over a small smile at whatever elicited Chris’s booming laughter. You catch sight of long, lithe fingers over her bicep. They’d fuck you hard and fast, her hand bending to rub your clit while stretching you out, readying you for the silicone cock resting on her hips, long, curved. Purple. No, blue, definitely. She’d talk raw to you, you bet. Absolute filth, almost akin to your fucked up fantasies. She wouldn’t even need to look at her hands, so fast and purposeful. She’d whisper in your ear what a fucking slut you were, a desperate, writhing cockwhore, a good-for-nothing inmate, forsaken by society to be used for sex, how you’re lucky she’s even wasting her time on you.

Then she’d take you from the back, long fingers grabbing your fat tits and squeezing, maybe asking in a huff of laughter whether milk will leak from your tits, that maybe she’ll take a drink when she’s done. She’d fuck you in public: a cell, the bathroom, the library no one uses, maybe, so one hand would eventually need to press over your mouth. Better yet, those fingers of hers would slip in your mouth, and you’d wretch, choke on them as the tip of her fingernail touched your uvula. Maybe you’d puke. Maybe she’d kiss you anyway, licking away the chunks of prison meal from your chin and neck after she’s done fucking you.

She’d fuck you endlessly, through and after your orgasm, coaching you through more. Oh, how she’d wish she could cum in you, fill you with her seed, make you fat with a fucking kid, unable to move so she could fuck you again. Then, she’d promise she would eat the cum right back, swish it around her mouth and spit it down your throat.

But she wouldn’t. She promises and promises, but she doesn’t. God, who would eat your pussy out? You scan the rec area, looking through droves of prisoners and guards alike. Sure, a few stick out: Helena, Sheva, that smelly Heisenberg fellow, Carlos, Claire, Shen May, Ethan if your daddy issues get worse (because you’ve got both, baby!) But none, maybe Carlos, would go down on you with the wrath of the gods.

They’d suck and make out with your clit, tongue laving, and flicking and circling it, hot breath blowing against your fat mound and labia. Their lips would drag down your slit, a hum from their throat resonating through your cunt and to your very soul until their pink tongue slips out again, limp in your hole, at first, settling between the soft muscle… until it starts to worm around in there, ever so slow, spit sticking to your inside. Their nose would, you fucking hope, be big enough for the tip to be against your clit, so they can look like they’re blowing raspberries on your pussy, because you’re a fucking baby.

Yeah, you’re a fucking baby with a mommy, but you need a complete family, don’t you? Need a father figure to blow raspberries on your fucking pussy and spread your asscheeks to lick into your cunt harder, kissing your pussy with the same intensity as your mouth, with the same spit dripping from his mouth. Your pussy juices will line his lips like a misplaced chapstick, and he’d peck your cunt one second and jam his tongue in there the next.

He'd go lower, then, leaving a hot, wet trail down, down, down, until he presses his lips to your ass. Tight and dry, daddy’s tongue would circle the wrinkled skin before kissing it again with a mwah. Hands keeping your cheeks spread, he’d take his time before even trying to wriggle his tongue into your asshole entirely. The puckered skin will be glistening in a vile mix of your pussy juice and his own saliva, perhaps not so puckered anymore, and easy to stretch once daddy decides to eat his meal. His tongue would circle in, not strike through. He knows better. Knows you’ve gotta take it slow down here. Maybe he’d rub your clit with the rough pad of his finger to relax you so the base of his tongue would rest at your hole, the tip deep. Daddy would like it dirty, uncaring how unwashed and unprepared you were for him.

If only someone like that existed, huh? Woe is you. Woe is literally—,

“Jailbird.” Oh. The glaze over your eyes dissipates in an instant, and you look up at the broad form of Chris blocking the skylight. Beefy muscles and thick neck and busting fucking man tits that maybe you should call him mommy instead. “You deaf? Get your head out of your ass and in line.” You hadn’t even noticed the line of orange jumpsuits along the wall, with one discrete space next to Ada, whose smirk got you dripping through your suit. As if you weren’t already.

There are plenty of things in the past ten minutes to flush over, so woe is you on what’s got your face burning in your scurry to join the line. You catch Jill’s eyes in your hurry and press your back against the brick wall. Why protocol exists every time you all are corralled back into your cell, whether it be from rec time, lunch, or otherwise, you never know. There’s no Shawshank Redemption at Alcatraz. What are we gonna do? Swim? Sure, little bright orange Nemo makes a great shot with a rifle.

Whatever. It’s Chris feeling you up this time. Hands up, those hands of his start at your neck, pressing into your trachea with a small, small moan from you. It goes unheard. Ignored. They drag to your armpits, pressing in, then down your sides to your hips, back to your love handles, and up your spine. Then, he starts from below, around your calves, up your thighs, and over your ass, and…

And…

Is he gonna move? Your brows furrow and you look down at him, but Chris’s already standing over you, looming. There’s a look in his eyes. Ready? It asks. You give the slightest nod. “I’m going to need you to take your suit off.”

“You’re going to need what now?” is your response, and you’d take a step back, were there not a cement wall behind you. Eyes are on you now, from the prisoners and guards alike. Like an idiot, you seek them out, but no one is here to help you. Ada looks like she’s about to have the time of her life. Useless son of a bitch.

“Did I stutter, inmate?” That booming voice commands more attention. You grit your teeth, and your skin is definitely on fire now. Today is not the fucking day for this. You avert your eyes to the ground, his black boots toed against your shower shoes, bright orange rubber around your exposed toes.

“I can’t, sir.”

“What do you mean you can’t ?” Chris gets in your face, hot breath on you. No spit. Maybe your fantasy wasn’t totally accurate. You wince, both at his proximity and the echo of his voice in your ears. “Explain yourself.”

“My laundry was stolen, sir.” A pin could drop and it’d be equal to Chris’s volume. Someone snickers somewhere. Your laundry thief, presumably, jacking it to your panties. Chris isn’t moved by your demure explanation. His eye twitches, but you swear you caught the faintest smirk pulling at the corner of his lip before it returns to a scowl.

“I don’t give a shit if your laundry caught on fire, inmate. Suit off. Or you’re finding yourself in the hole for the night.” The hole. Alcatraz slang for solitary confinement. Hell. There’s heat, from his gaze, from the eyes of every inmate and guard in your cellblock. Goddamn it . You unzip the jumpsuit, cold air stark against your skin. You do your best to keep your tits under the fabric, and the end of the zipper rests a few inches above your crotch. Covered still. You look up, for confirmation. “All of it, inmate. Entirely.”

Your panty raider snickers again, and Ada’s still happy as a fucking clam. Her smile is approximately 0.02 inches higher than usual.

Your tits fall first when your jumpsuit slips from your shoulders, bouncing down, nipples hard, skin wrinkled around the bud. One arm, two arms out, and you keep your eyes down. Everyone’s ogling them. You would be if you were in anyone else’s shoes. Through your deeply resounding shame and embarrassment, you hope they like them. Or, at the very least, don’t pay attention to your side boob, spilling under your arm. Or do, if they like that. You never know.

“To your feet,” Chris instructs, and you let the jumpsuit fall in a pile. Pussy out. Ass out. Stomach out. It’s all just… out. You shut your eyes, pretend you’re in a porn shoot or something, or maybe an auction as the top prize. Very empowering scenarios, for sure. Still beats this one. “Turn around.” Your eyes shoot open.

Maybe in your fantasy, you’d fight back, give him unmatched snark, just for your pride, but your mind is filled with liquid right now, frontal lobe melted down to nothing, cerebral cortex nothing but a red puddle in your midbrain. Monkey do. Monkey turns around, and puts “hands on the wall,” Chris says.

Chris’s boots spread your legs, so your thighs unstick and the cellulite jiggles in the air, cunt exposed towards the floor. Your chin touches your shoulder, and you look back at him.

“This is so not protocol!” Two years in the clink, you know protocol and have seen enough shivs be confiscated to know. “I have rights!” Constitution says I do, and so does Saul Goodman.

“You lost your rights when your ass got dragged in here,” he replies. “Face forward, jailbird.” Your teeth grit and your vein pops in your jaw and neck.

“Not my eighth amendment, sir. ”

“Oh-ho, got an attorney here, do we? Remind me what the eighth amendment says, Vinny.” Calloused fingers glide down your spine to your tailbone, resting on the crack of your ass. Chris speaks loud enough for all to hear, like Elf, but instead of Christmas cheer being spread, it’s your ass cheeks. You keep your eyes down, but Ada’s in your periphery. Her temple rests on the wall, watching.

“No cruel and unusual punishments inflicted .” You know a rhetorical question as well as the next socially ept person, but you also know he’d pull it from you anyway, or just know the answer himself. Might as well just prove you still know something. Pride.

“This is cruel?” His thumb tracks down, down, down, over the rim of your ass and to your cunt. “This is unusual?” His thumb breaches your cunt, and that kind of penetration is, number one, three crimes you’d file suit for, minimally, and second, nothing, feeling-wise. Well, you feel wronged. Physical feeling wise? Just a thumb inside your pussy. “I felt something back here. You carryin’ something, jailbird? Got some contraband up that pussy of yours? I’ve got the right to investigate.” His thumb strokes your slick wall.

His thumb moves, pressing against the soft muscles, stretching them out so his circles can be longer, larger. Your head falls, chin to your chest. Okay, now you feel something, physically. The next exhale you give is ragged, breathy. His fingers cup your cunt, tips buried in your pubes, pressing down on the flesh until it's pushed against your bone. A light pain you wince from.

Pushed to the knuckle, Chris gives your cunt a last once around before yanking it out. “Little more, I bet,” is mumbled under his breath, and two fingers fill the clenching, wet space. You whimper, whimper, hands balling into fists while you bite your bottom lip. Chris is slow, clearly not trying to get you off on his fingers. He pumps his fingers, in and out, in and out, of your cunt, nails dragging against your walls with a slight sting. The hinges of his fingers spread, kneading your cunt open, coaxing it to stretch when all your cunt does is compress back down. “Come on, baby, cooperate with me,” he coos to your cunt, and it tightens at his praise. “There we go.” Don’t fucking reply to him! You chastise your vagina.

Chris slides his fingers out and wraps around your head to push them into your mouth. “Slurp up, birdy. Only chance of lube you’ll get.” Fuck or die, you guess, of dry penetration. The noises are vile, tongue lathering his rough fingers, wiping in the crevice, and slithering around his digits. They’re sweaty and rough. Cheeks hollowing, you suck, craning your neck forward so your teeth rest on his knuckles. Back and forth, like a cock. Like cock work. Drool bubbles at the corner of your lips and drips down your chin. You want Ada to lick it up.

She watches. Everyone watches. Silently, of course. Your panty thief doesn’t have a lot to add now, do they? The slurps and gurgles and sucks are the only noise you can hear. Not even Chris. If he’s groaning, or moaning or any of the -oanings , you have no idea. Not until Chris nearly takes your teeth out with how fast his fingers rip out of your mouth and push the saliva through your folds, then into you. Coating you. “Let’s hope it’s enough, birdy.”

“You’re dead in court,” You seethe out, head tossing over your shoulder to spit at him about the number of witnesses, the cameras all over this place, the evidence on evidence even the most incompetent attorney could in with. Oh, your confidence is at a high that very moment as you prepare to end him with the fear of reality. “Oh, no fucking way.”

“Way.” Chris ends you with the fear of reality. You see it before you feel it: the cold press of his police baton against your pussy lips. Your heart drops, ice in your veins, and pussy wet. Pussy wet? Pussy wet. Thick, dense, heavy, the rounded tip pressed impossibly against your cunt, pressed into your pelvic bone. You cry out and thrash your head around for help - from anyone: an officer, a rogue inmate, but no one moves. Everyone watches. Your eyes land on Ada, wide and teary.

She kisses you on the mouth, tasting of cherry. Chris has nothing to say. There’s red smeared on your panting lips, before a whine follows it up as your cunt opens up to the end of the baton. No stretch compares. No toy. No cock.

“Please, sir. This is… stop. ” Your voice cracks, head dipped low as the baton rests, cunt wrapped over the tip like a condom just on the tip of a penis, except the condom is a crying mess. “Please don’t. I’ll fucking die. ”

“You won’t die.” Chris dismisses you with a click of his tongue. “You’ll just hurt. Fuckin’ relax.” He presses the baton further, and you think your labia tears. It feels like an inch further, but you know it’s likely just be a centimeter. You wail, fist pounding against the wall as your shoulders shake and your body wracks with sobs.

“Help me, please! Everyone gonna stand there with their thumbs up their asses!? So much for officers of the peace!” “Shadd-up,” Chris’s free hand smacks you in the back of the head. “Or I’ll put something up your ass. ” He threatens you with a nudge of the bottom. Every single move of it is agony. God, it’s like you’re giving birth, but the baby’s crawling in. “No one’s coming to help you. This is just… protocol. Gotta see what you're carrying. You don’t mind, right?”

“I perhaps mind—fuck!” You scream and nearly stumble to the ground were it not for Chris’s arm wrapping around your stomach. The baton is pressed further in from him catching your fall. “You, you, hold them up.” Ada on your left. Someone on your right. Their arms loop around yours and pull you up. You’re curled over in their grip, feet nearly off the ground and body completely curled. Your forehead is against the wall, your head bobbing back and forth with your ragged pants. Ada wipes the red from your lips.

“You ready? Gonna see if we can make some real progress down here now.” You scream before your mind can create a comeback. Your calves curl upwards, body entirely in the air for a moment before you crash to the floor, pulling the one on your right down with you. Ada lets you go before she can be dragged down too. The baton comes down with you, lodged in so it sticks out of your pussy like a tail. “No, no, leave them. This is better.” Chris stands over your sniveling form, pain pulsating through the stretched skin of your cunt, muscled to an unnatural degree. Forehead against the ground, you heave out sobs, body in shock from the penetration.

Nothing has ever escaped Alcatraz, but your scream of pain when the baton gets pushed into your pussy inches more breaks through even the thickest of walls. Chris used the bottom of his foot and lowered it, entire body pushing the weapon into you. He hums. “Not feeling anything yet. Maybe it’s deeper in there, hm?” Your muscles are taunt, nerves shot. You’re sobbing, wailing on the floor. The baton is impossibly deep, your cunt is impossibly stretched, your very pelvis is moving to accommodate it.

“Chris.” It’s Jill. She says no more. “Alright, alright, you’re right.” Chris grabs the handle. “Just need to loosen them still.” He coaxes the baton back, then gently pushes it forward, like a lover. His free hand massages your tailbone. Each pull takes your vaginal walls with it, and each push your cunt fights against, tightening against it. “I think they’re liking it.”

Your weeping is indicative of that, for sure. “Whaddya say, birdy? I’ll strike you a deal. A plea bargain. You confess what you’ve got hidden up your cunt, and I won’t break it.” There’s nothing up your cunt besides an IUD set to get taken out in seven years, but you nod. Your cheek is squished against the cold floor, looking at Ada’s feet. “Speak up, birdy, or else I may just—.”

“Yes! Please, don’t fucking tear out my insides!”

“‘Course. Why didn’t you say so before?” Chris squats down, thick thighs supporting his weight. “Know what? Change my mind. I don’t need your deal. I think I know what will flush the contraband out. Your cum, birdy.” His strokes with the baton are as gentle as they could be, so your walls… don’t adjust, no. No adjusting to that this quick, but they tolerate it. Your pussy soaks the baton, the weapon glistening. “That’s all. Just cum on the baton, birdy. This’ll be all over. Hear me?” You nod. Chris takes it as the signal to go. He’s watching with perverse joy, the way your pussy takes it. God, it’s making him hard. He’s got to hurry this up. His free hand rests on your clit. Your body twitches from the contact. “Gonna rub your little clit, birdy. Help ya out. Call me an officer of the peace.” His fingers press down, circling your nub with ease. You whine out, pathetic. It echoes through the prison. Using his arm, he pushes harder down on your clit, some fingers driving into your clitoral hood.

You moan out. It’s too much, too much. Is this your punishment? You swear to whoever’s listening, you’ll never objectify or sexualize anyone again. You’ll go abstinent, for fuck’s sake. But please let this end.

The baton is set at a steady pace, not dipping deeper than what your pussy’s stretched to take. You hiccup when it touches that necking portion, whining, writhing on the floor while Chris’s hand picks up on your clit. “Come on, birdy. Come on, just cum. I’ve got people to impress here, you know. Cum. ” You reply with a whimper, face contorted in pain. Pleasure? It’s all vague and intertwining in your fucked up brain. “Fucking come on .” Chris spits on your clit, then slaps it. “Come the fuck on!” “I’m trying !” You wail back, head thrown back. Your glare is dulled by the tears on your face, mouth open in horror. There’s not much you can see from this angle, just the shadow of the baton and Chris’s form over yours.

A soft hand lifts your cheek from the ground and full lips slot against yours. Cherry-flavored. You moan into Ada’s mouth, and the kiss turns salty. Lips gliding against yours again and again, your sniveling is swallowed by her. Your whimpers, when Chris twists the baton, are met with her tongue, slipping against yours, under yours. Touching the top of your mouth. Your teeth. Chris slaps your clit again, and your yelp parts you for a second, but Ada doesn’t let it deter her. Your neck is pulled painfully to reach her. God, she’s such a good kisser.

You’re panting into her mouth, pathetically, not even kissing her back at this point as Chris speeds his jacking of the baton. Ada kisses you anyway, lips switching between kissing your top and bottom lip. Her tongue traces your lips, or your teeth, or simply licks your tongue. Your eyes close, breath building and quickening.

“God, you’re tightening, birdy. Finally. Fucking cum.” Chris leans over you, mouth next to your ear. His fingers slap your clit once, twice, before doubling down, clit engorged and taking it. “Fucking cum right now, birdy. You dumb fucking slut. You fucking worthless fleshlight for my fucking baton. Cum. Cum right fucking now or I swear to fucking god I will rearrange your guts with this.”

You scream once again, forced to part from Ada when your forehead lands on the floor, muscles twitching as you cum. Chris rubs you through your orgasm until each touch is overstimulating. He yanks the baton from you. Your fucked out cunt clenches onto nothing, chest rising up and down, frantic. Your body is strung tight still, spasming. Chest heaving.

“Get ‘em up. We’ve got things to do”

#chris redfield x reader #ada wong x reader #jill valentine x reader #resident evil fic #chris redfield #ada wong #jill valentine #resident evil

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esmedelacroix · 5 months

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28 days til' Christmas

hosting a winter ball with possessive!dio brando ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You sat at your vanity putting your earrings on for the winter ball you were hosting with your husband Dio. He was a very wealthy man but he refused to tell you what his line of work was. On the contrary, you were a popular socialite and had a reputation to uphold. You begged Dio for this winter ball. He was hesitant on hosting it, but can never really say no to you. Besides you had to top whatever ball two-faced Cleo was throwing.

You finished your hair and makeup for the big night you had ahead of you. You were wearing a skin-tight, sleeveless red dress. It hugged and enhanced your curves perfectly. You had a delectable scandalous lit going up to your thigh. You paired the outfit with the most beautiful red-bottom Loubitons. "Hey handsome, care to help me with my zipper?" you asked Dio who was sitting on the chair in his office reading the newspaper.

"Of course darling," he muttered, not looking away from the paper until you sat on his lap. He zipped the dress up slowly basking in the scent of your warm and inviting vanilla-scented perfume. He gave your ass a swift smack causing you to stand up.

"Babe!" you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

He groaned at the sight of the front of your dress, drinking in the pure sin and temptation dripping out the seams. "You look marvelous my dear," he started.

"Come, I want to give you something," he continued.

He led you to your shared room and took a long slim box out of his nightstand. "For you my love," he said as he opened the box revealing the most beautiful necklace. The chin was gold and it had the loveliest diamond centerpiece.

"Turn around darling," Dio said as he put the necklace on for you. You feel his breath against your neck. Being so close to him you could smell his cologne, it smelled dark like roses and red wine. When he was done he placed his hands around your waist and kissed your neck. His lips wandered over to your collarbone then just above your cleavage. You raked your fingers through his hair, almost allowing yourself to get lost in his advances.

"Dio the guests are arriving, we can't, not now," you moaned.

"I'll be quick, I promise," he groaned against her skin.

"It's never quick with you," you giggled. He chuckled and let you go.

"Let's go greet our guests, sweetheart," he let his hand linger on the small of your back, leading you down the stairs to the main foyer where the guests were all chatting. The two of you separated so you could both greet everyone. Dio wasn't too crazy about chatter, but he was conversing with people for you. Of course, he kept his eyes on you all night. How couldn't he? You made your dress look among and you were glowing as always.

Everything was going smoothly until Dio noticed a prominent pattern in the way some of the men in the room were looking at you. Their eyes kept wandering to your chest more than they did your beautiful face. They kept trying to touch you as much as they could and that's where Dio drew the line.

He immediately came to your side and pulled into his side by the. waist and greeted whoever these sleazy idiots were. Once he finally got them the fuck off, he took you to the bar. "My dear please give me the strength to not kill that putrid boy," Dio said, running a hand through his head.

"Oh Dio, is that what all that touchy touchy stuff was about?" placing a hand atop his.

"I just want those brats to have the fact that you are married to me so well cemented in their brains that they won't look at you wrong," he explained.

"Well, there is something else you could do," you suggested tapping on your plum lower lip.

Dio smirked immediately, understanding your implication. He immediately pulled you in looking into your eyes for a little while before putting his lips to work. Miguel kissed you like the whole world was watching. Those guys from earlier probably were watching the two of you.

The two of you were in our own world erupting into a fit of laughter after your little makeout session. "We're so unserious," you giggled as the two of you began to converse with people together. With you on his arm, Dio felt like the happiest man ever. Santa could put coal in his stockings and he wouldn't care because he has his darling wife by his side.

Dio spent the rest of the night basking in your beauty and spending the night laughing and joking around and letting loose with your friends. He never really enjoyed talking to others, but you were working on trying to get him to crack open his shell.The night ended with the two of you saying goodbye to the last of your guests before cuddling up and spending the night watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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The Trouble With Parenthood

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Swearing. Small moment of Daddy Kink. Sexual References and Depictions of Sex.

Requested

Fred and Y/n's relationship had always involved a very healthy sex life. Like...very healthy, okay they couldn't keep their hands off each other. It'd been like that when they'd begun dating and continued through their marriage - if anything it'd gotten worse once they'd put that ring on one another's finger.

So as you could imagine, an abrupt stopper in their regular love making had left the couple feeling rather...frustrated.

This 'stopper's name was Cassidy. 'Cassi' for short.

As it is for every parent, the day she were born had been the happiest day of Fred and Y/ns life. She was the perfect daughter from the moment she'd been born. Happy, healthy and not at all fussy. However, recently she had become quite clingy.

Not that it had bothered her parents. Honestly, they'd found it endearing how much she wanted to spend time with them...in the beginning anyway. But it is safe to say that the couple were in desperate need of some "Mummy and Daddy Time." Because, as Fred so delicately put it; his 'balls have never been so blue'. A comment which would have been much more amusing to y/n if she were not so pent up herself.

Though this sexless patch of their relationship was not due to their lack of trying mind you.

They'd seemingly tried everything, for a moment to themselves. But these days with the small issue of 'monsters in the closet', Cassi had settled herself in bed between her parents to sleep most nights, so that ruled out sex before bed. Of course there was always fleeting moments in the bathroom...until Cassi learned how to reach the door handles. Now no room was safe from intrusions.

Feeling rather adventurous y/n had even set up a long lunch at work one day with the intent on surprising Fred at the shop. It was nearly a success...until an unsuspecting George wandered into the otherwise occupied back Office. He was mortified to say the least.

They'd tried setting up a 'date night' arrangement; but after Fred mistakenly let slip his current predicament to George, and their little incident at work, they were shit out of luck for a babysitter as his brother found the whole situation were just 'too fucking funny'.

Which brings us to tonight.

Y/n trudged into her and Freds bedroom after a very long day at work and an extra long goodnight to their daughter down the hall - which involved more than the usual amount of bedtime stories being shared.

Stepping through the door she were met with the very tired body of Fred sprawled across their bed. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight; he were laid with one arm slung across his eyes, as the other rested on his stomach and one knee were raised - swaying lazily in place.

Closing the door behind her y/n rest her weight back against the hardwood letting out a heavy breath.

"Is she down?" Fred asked at the sound of her entering the room. "Mmm, finally." She replied, pushing her body from the door she began to ready herself for bed, mentally crossing her fingers, hopeful for some decent rest tonight.

She kicked off her shoes and let her hair loose from it's tie before stripping to just her knickers and finding one of Freds old shirts, she had taken to sleeping in, and throwing it on.

"Leave the shirt off" Freds voice came as a tired groan from his place on the bed. His words caused y/n to turn her head, seeing his arm now rested slightly higher on his forehead as he watched her. He was grinning, tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly enjoying the view.

Y/n licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth as his stare burned hot on her skin. She raised a teasing brow as she slowly began to glide a hand up her side and over the soft fabric of the t-shirt she'd thrown on. Fingers delicately caressed the space between her breasts until a single finger came to lazily play with the shirts collar. Tugging just enough to expose the tops of her cleavage. Running her finger slowly back and forth across the collars seam she approached the bedside.

The arm Fred had slung across his face moved, fingers furrowing through his fiery locks, to prop his head further on the pillow for a better view of the stunning woman before him. He smirked, inhaling deeply, in amusement; thoroughly enjoying her little show for him.

"Don't go teasing me, love. Its been a long few weeks." His tone was firm but playful, the same one that never failed to turn y/ns knees weak and have her thighs rubbing together. Tonight was no different. If anything it were worse from their lack of intimacy as of late.

Smiling sweetly in place beside the mattress she ran both hands up from her knees, along her exposed thighs to lift the shirts sides. Fred shifted in place, supporting himself onto his elbow his eyes hungrily traced her fingers movements as they hooked below the waistband of her underwear and pulled them off.

Tauntingly she dangled the lace garment from her forefinger before throwing it at his chest playfully.

Unable to restrain himself a moment longer he simultaneously discarded her panties to the opposite side of the room and with his other hand grasped her hip, roughly pulling her onto the bed below him. He kissed her passionately as a hand raked up the inside of her thigh, ghosting over the skin to rest on her waist.

Y/n smiled into the kiss; both hands tangling in his hair as she shifted beneath him so he were resting comfortably between her legs. As the tension began to build y/n aided Fred in shedding layers of his clothing; left in his singlet and briefs. His erection felt pressing against her core through the thin material. Y/ns hand came down to eagerly palm at his bulge when-

"DAAADDYYYY!" Cassi's voice called beggingly from her room.

Fred groaned in frustration, head falling to the crook of his wife's neck as he mumbled something inaudibly, though it sounded undoubtedly along the lines of 'For Merlin's sake, not now'.

"Go to bed, Baby!" He yelled over his shoulder, "Daddy's busy." He spoke the last words to y/n in a lustful tone. Admiring her flustered appearance, he moved to kiss her again as-

"DAAADDYYY!!"

"Godrick, what'd I do to deserve this?" He grumbled causing y/n to giggle. "Go to her." She nudged, "I'll still be here when you get back." Fred sat back onto his knees, pointing a stern finger as he spoke "Don't fall asleep." "I won't." Y/n replied as he got off the bed and made his way to the door.

"Can't guarantee I won't start without you though."

Fred turned back, watching from just outside the door as a wicked grin settled across her features. "Don't you dare." He warned taking a step back toward the room.

Y/n raised her brow; challenging his dominance. One hand delicately played with her exposed collar bone as her other crept down her body, disappearing between her thighs.

Her back arched as she ran fingers through her slick folds, a soft moan filling the room. Fred made another move back towards the bedroom, hand clutching the door frame as he-

"DADDY!!!" Another call from their daughter. He peered back down the hall, eyeing her bedroom door which were slightly ajar. "Daddy?" Y/n spoke in a low sultry tone, deliberately trying to rile him up.

Fred frustratidly ran a hand over his eyes, facing quite the personal dilemma. Groaning loudly he shook his head, seemingly shaking the sense and strength into himself as he marched down the hallway in a huff. Y/n was unable to restrain the laughter that erupted from her chest at his reaction.

While Fred tended to their daughter y/n took the moment to get comfortable. Lighting a candle and fluffing the pillows below her head to find the best position for when her husband returns in any second...

Any minute now. He's probably just reading her a quick story to get her settled.

Maybe she should just start without him?

That was the last thought to cross her mind before she found herself waking from a sleep she hadn't meant to fall into. Fred had laid down beside her. "Oh, so you are coming back to bed?" Y/n asked sarcastically, voice groggy. "Mmm. Told you not to fall asleep." He quipped, tucking himself in next to her side. One arm snuck beneath her shoulder blades, pulling her into him, as the other wrapped around her waist. "I wouldn't have, had you'd been back sooner." Y/n nestled in against his chest as she felt him place a kiss to her head.

"Had to read her a story. Then one turned to two; two to three and soon enough I realised I'd been conned by a 4 year old. She's a brat...just like her Mother." The couple chuckled before falling quickly off to sleep.

Y/n was the first to wake the next morning. Smiling giddily at the disheveled appearance of her partner as well as the similar position of her daughter down the hall, she decided to ready breakfast as the two slept.

She were half way through her pancake batter when Fred's strong arms wrapped her in a tight embrace. His hands lightly squeezed at her sides as he kissed the exposed skin of her neck.

"Morning" he mumbled against her skin. "Smells good."

"I woke up with such a craving so just thought I'd start cooking, while you two obviously decided you'd sleep all day." She chuckled to which Fred hummed in response. "I wasn't talking about the food."

Reaching one arm past hers Fred switched off the stove and move the pan from its burner. "Hey! What are yo-"

Y/n didn't have a chance to finish her sentence as she was quickly spun to face her lover. Pushed flush into the cold counter as his lips connected with hers. She moaned contently into the kiss as she felt his hands run below her ass and she was then hoisted onto the counter top beside the stove.

"I'm not hungry for that." His expression was stern and his voice low. Roughly pulling her legs apart his hands hooked the underside of her knees, pulling to bring her to the edge of the bench.

Her lips were brought back to his as a hand grasped the nape of her neck and he stepped between her legs which wrapped eagerly around his waist.

Their movements were passionate and quickly becoming more heated; soon finding themselves fucking roughly on the kitchen bench their only thoughts set on each other.

With every hard thrust from Fred y/ns head and shoulders were being pushed against the cabinetry, whilst Fred buried his head in her neck biting softly on the bare skin to keep himself relatively quiet.

"God, Fred I'm close." Y/n moaned.

A groan came deep from within Fred's throat in response which sent chills through his lovers body. He pulled back and brought a hand to grasp her chin kissing her. His thrusts slowed as he relished in the feeling of her tongue against his as-

"Mummy?" a tired voice spoke from the other side of the room. "Fuck!" Fred breathed through gritted teeth as he pulled out and covered himself. Y/n jumped down from the bench flattening the shirts ends to cover herself as well. "Yeah, Sweetie?" She asked hurriedly trying to sound as normal as possible. "What are you doing?" "Nothing baby, Daddy and I are just cooking breakfast." She eyed Fred somewhat panicked as he leant over the island bench of their flat, in attempt to hide a certain problem- "ah, That's right." He nodded a hand coming over his mouth to restrain the shocked laughter threatening to spill out.

"Why were you on the bench? You told me we weren't allowed to sit on the bench."

"That's right, I'm sorry baby I shouldn't have been up there. Won't happen again."

Fred's head snapped over his shoulder to peer at y/n with furrowed brows, "it won't?" He questioned. He'd been quite enjoying their little indiscretion until the unexpected appearance of their daughter, he would gladly throw her atop the counter again in a heartbeat.

Y/ns eyes widen, lips forming a thin line in a statement which helped realisation dawn on her partner. "Oh, yep. Won't happen again." He smiled innocently to Cassi. "Princess, why don't you go grab the mail from the front then we can start breakfast." He winked as she excitedly skipped to the front door.

He looked back to his wife who was rubbing forcibly at her eyes. Chuckling as he placed both hands to her hips, a guesture which brought her attention back to him. "God, she's going to be traumatised when she's older if she ever realises." "Pay back for being a cock block." Fred laughed as Y/n slapped him with the spatula she'd been using earlier.

"Sad thing is; that's the closest we've gotten in weeks to...ya know." "Not close enough." Fred grumbled placing a quick kiss to her lips. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

Y/n let out a sharp breath, watching as she noticed Cassi bound into the room and sit up patiently at the table, mail placed neatly in front of her as she traced the lettering on the envelopes.

"I'm not hungry for that." Y/n whispered into Fred's ear, looking back up to him with big eyes before an evil smile came across her face and she reached out to palm him gently.

Fred's head fell back and he inhaled sharply, clenching his jaw before letting out a heavy breath. Until his own sly grin crept across his lips and he was smiling back down to his wife.

"Hey, Princess." He called over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with Y/n "What do you say about a sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight?"

#fred weasley x reader #Fred weasley smut #Fred weasley #Harry potter fanfiction #Fred weasley fanfiction

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bakustark · 3 years

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Always and Forever | Hermes x Reader

—for @yaya4302

warning(s): nsfw, mild angst, conflict, arguments, mild Hera and Zeus bashing bc they were both wrong, soft Hermes, Goddess Reader, vaginal sex, anal fingering, mild voyeurism, ambiguous ending, etc.

She let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she watched lightning flash in the dark clouds above, followed by the rumbling thunder that portrayed Zeus’ anger. She paced back and forth in front of the large window, muttering to herself. A sudden breeze made her hair sway and she turned to see her lover walking into her chambers, removing his helmet with a concerned expression on his face.

“How are you?” Hermes asked in a hushed voice once he’d reached her side, trailing his fingertips along her arm and taking her hand in his to press a kiss upon her knuckles. The arrival of Zeus’ youngest son had caused quite a riot, the gods were in disarray and each of them were taking sides.

She cupped the side of his face, running the pad of her thumb along his bottom lip and taking in his stunning features. “Hera has offered me to join her.” She said in reply after a moment.

His blue eyes grew wide, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly. “And what did you say?” Hermes queried, something like dread making his voice shake ever so slightly.

Guilt weighed her down and she looked away from him, “I told her I would think about it.” Hermes pulled away from her as if burned, saying her name in alarm with hurt etched on his face. She raised her hands to calm him, stepping closer, “Please just listen to me, my love! You saw the chaos Heron’s arrival unleashed, the total loss of order amongst the gods—”

“So you’ll kill my father and everyone who sides with him to restore that order?” Hermes interjected, his voice growing louder.

She stared at him, startled, “No! Of course not!” She exclaimed. Yes — as a goddess of diplomacy — she wanted order, but the last thing she wanted was more bloodshed. She racked her fingers through her hair, “There’s no good side here.” She continued, shaking her head. “Zeus made another mistake, yes, but Hera had no right to go after his son and that innocent woman!”

“If you refuse, she’ll kill you,” Hermes began, moving closer to her. “And if you go with her, Hera will make you kill me.”

She cupped his face in her hands and grinned humorlessly, “As I said, there’s no good side. We are stuck.” She stroked his cheeks, looking into his eyes. “But I promised I would stay by your side, did I not? Always and forever, darling.”

Hermes sighed softly, taking her chin between his fingers, “Always and forever.” He repeated, and pressed his lips against hers.

It was a desperate thing, his arms drawing her closer as she worked in letting his hair loose. He kissed her like it would be the last time, like he was dying and she was the only cure, tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. She let his long brown hair fall over his shoulders, parting her lips to meet his tongue with her own while guiding him to the bed in the room.

Their hands made quick work of each other’s armor and clothing, the articles making a trail on the floor that led to the large bed. Hermes let himself fall down on the soft surface, pulling her onto his lap as he suckled on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, tangling her fingers into his soft hair and grinding her wet slit against the throbbing flesh of his erection.

Hermes groaned, pulling away from her lips to look down as he sheathed himself inside her walls. He let out another strangled noise at the sight of his cock disappearing within his lover until his balls were pressed against her, slick dripping down his length to make a mess of the sheets. She let out a breath, pressing her cheek against the crown of his head as she adjusted to the sudden stretch.

She rolled her hips experimentally, pleasure shooting up her spine as her engorged clit ground against his pelvis. Hermes tightened his arms around her and cursed under his breath, shuddering. She smiled to herself and tilted his head up to capture his lips in a chaste kiss, giving another purposeful grind that had him moaning into her mouth.

Her lover rolled them over, pushing her onto her back and leaning on his forearms. She ran her hands over the expanse of his muscled back, lightly dragging her nails across his skin. Goosebumps rose on his flesh and the thrusts of his hips quickened, his cock sinking into her walls time and time again with a wet schlick schlick schlick that only got louder. She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his lower back and squeezing the firm globes of his ass to push him even deeper inside her.

Hermes disconnected their lips with a lewd pop, thick strings of saliva breaking apart as they moaned at the new angle, her walls fluttering around his throbbing shaft as the blunt head of his cock nudged against the spot that made her see stars. He ducked his head, mouthing and suckling at the column of her throat while sneaking a hand between them to rub circles on her clit. She threw her head back with a soft groan, her hair splayed on the pillows under her like a halo.

His hips stuttered in their rhythm, growing more erratic and forceful. A devious idea popped into her mind and she gathered some of the copious slick oozing from the tight seal of his cock driving into her cunt, coating her fingers with it. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she teased the little pucker between his cheeks with the pad of her fingers briefly before sinking her index finger to the knuckle. Hermes raised his head from her neck, his back arching as his mouth dropped open with a loud cry and his arms trembled from the effort of holding himself up. She pecked his cheek with a soft laugh, a second finger joining the first.

She matched the frantic thrusting of his hips with her fingers, curling and spreading them until she came across the little bulb of tissue she had been looking for. She grinned against the curve of his jaw, aiming for that spot over and over again as her lover moaned and cried out. He let out something that sounded like a strangled sob of frustration and his own fingers, rubbing against her clit, became a blur.

Her legs trembled and she moaned into his ear, suckling a dark bruise into the skin behind his earlobe. “Are you close, baby?” She asked breathlessly, feeling him tighten around her fingers. Hermes could only nod, unable to reply through his constant moans while thrusting even harder against her. “Then do it, come for me, Hermes. Come inside me.”

She pressed her fingers against his prostate one last time and he cried out, burying himself to the root and painting her insides with his cum while his walls clamped down on her digits. The coil in her abdomen finally snapped, her eyes falling shut and her toes curling as she moaned in pleasure, milking him for all he was worth. Unable to hold himself up as he trembled, Hermes fell on top of her, resting his head on her breasts while they attempted to catch their breath.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his ear against her chest to hear the thrumming of her racing heart. She combed his damp locks away from his face, sliding her fingers out of him and wiping the slick off on a corner of the sheets. “I love you,” Hermes murmured, rubbing absentminded circles on her hip.

“As I you,” She replied, pecking his forehead while keeping eye contact with the crow watching them hatefully from the windowsill, “Always and forever.”

#request #blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #hermes #hermes x reader #goddess reader #greek gods #greek mythology #n/s/f/w #hera #zeus

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ devil i know ✦

this chapter pairing; incubus!seungcheol&incubus!dino x reader

genre&warnings; incubus!au, threesome, anal, dirty talk, dom!seungcheol, dom!dino, blowjob, creampies, sex toys, degradation/dumbification/name calling, spitplay (honestly this ones just pwp hhrhdkhs).

notes; off the bat, this incubus!au in monster mash doesn’t follow any of the drabble game posts! also thank you for all of you interest in the first chapter 🥺💕 that one was def one of the ones I knew I'd struggle with since half the damn draft was from 2018 ☠️ LOL (altho ch13 draft is from 2013,,,,) anyway djkfhdks enjoy! 😉 and see ya’ll in tomorrow’s chapter! 🎃💕

word count; ~2800

chapters; 1 - 2 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

you tell me, ‘eat the whole cake’, it’s what i deserve.

every time i take your lead, feels like a curse;

and every time i try to stop, feels even worse.

You bite your lip, fingertips on the spine of another summoning book.

This is the third one.

A sigh escapes your lips as you flip through the thick book; maybe this wasn’t the right answer?

You turn to the exact page that you’d used the first time you’d summoned an incubus; the spells rolling off of your tongue as you wait for anything to happen. You give it a second, letting the words sink in.

Glancing around the room, you notice that absolutely nothing has changed and that you were still, very much, alone.

Why was this so fucking hard!?

You sigh frustratedly, slamming the book shut as you place it back onto the bookshelf. It was Halloween night; if there were any night it would’ve been easy to summon an incubus, you would’ve thought it would be tonight. And it was usually never this hard to get in contact with Seungcheol, or even Chan, for the matter. Your brows furrow as you blow out your candles, fully intending on taking care of your issues alone even if they didn’t want to show up.

A loud moan rolls off of your tongue as you press the vibrator harder against your clit, heels digging into the sheets as you spread your legs wider to the empty room.

You would’ve much preferred Seungcheol or Chan, but maybe you also shouldn’t have told them both to show up less.

That was definitely your biggest mistake.

You had started to feel a growing attachment to them both, despite neither of them knowing you were seeing them both. A sense of guilt washed over you in an instant and you begrudgingly told them on two separate occasions that it would’ve been better if they didn’t show up for a while; that you needed time to think about what you were doing.

That had only been three weeks ago and you were already feeling yourself going through withdrawals without either of their touches.

“Mmh… S--Seungcheol…” Whining, you raise the setting on your vibrator; back bowing off of the bed as you imagine Seungcheol fucking you hard and fast, his lips curled into the cocky smirk you’d grown to love.

Gulping, you let your mind wander, adding Chan into your mental fantasy.

Now that you’d thought about it, you never thought of them at the same time before.

Seungcheol was always much rougher with you; hands locked in your hair when he fucked you from behind or body bent in half when he held you down in a mating press. He liked it messy too; cum dripping out of your spent pussy or dripping past your chapped lips after you’d choked on his cock and he had cum down your throat.

Chan, on the other hand, was much kinder and softer, almost romantic in the way he fucked you; fingers interlocked with yours while you rode him or soft flicks of his tongue while he ate you out for hours. And unlike Seungcheol, Chan liked it clean; lapping up the dripping cum from your pussy until you came on his tongue again or taking care of you and getting you cleaned up before he left.

A dreamy sigh escapes your lips as you start to imagine both of their hands all over your skin, toes curling when you think about them both fucking you at the same time. Chan underneath you, whispering soft praises with his cock in your pussy while Seungcheol left bruising kisses on your shoulder, balls deep in your ass.

“O--oh, fuh---fuck!”

Your legs clamp shut as your orgasm washes over you, trapping your hand between your thighs as you keep the silicone toy pressed tight against your clit. Both Chan and Seungcheol’s names roll off of your tongue in alternation, aiding to the pleasure that floods your body.

“Awww, would you look at that, Chan? Dumb little cocksleeve must’ve really missed us.”

Their soft chuckles mix together, sending you upright on the bed as you toss the wet toy to the side.

“Wh---what? Wait, hold on but I---”

“You what? Tried to summon us earlier? Yeah, we saw. You looked so cute, so pathetic on your knees trying to summon us. It was really somethin’.” Seungcheol licks his lips, crimson eyes trained on the wetness on your skin. “Who were you wishing for more, baby. Me or him?”

Chan watches with a dreamy stare, lips curved into a tiny smirk of his own. “Yeah, baby, who were you thinking of?”

You feel a shiver up your spine as you sneakily try to rub your thighs together. “I--I don’t k-know...”

“What was that? Speak up.” Seungcheol teases; rounding the bed until he’s on the side where you’d tossed the silicone toy. He picks it up, tongue already peeking out as he licks the drying wetness on it.

“I d-don’t know… I--I just wanted… someone…”

Chan walks to the other side of the bed; his two toned hair falling into his eyes when he leans over you. “Just wanted someone? Anyone? Baby, that hurts me…” Pouting, he takes a seat in front of you, fingers already undoing the buttons on his suit jacket. “You know you’re the only one for me though, right, baby?” He shoots you a beaming smile, throwing his jacket to the other side of the bed as Seungcheol watches your interactions. Chan leans in, licking his lips before he kisses you, soft and slow just like you were used to. He moans into the kiss; fingertips locking into your hair as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips. You part them with ease, melting under Chan’s soft touches.

“Isn’t that cute? Like two lovers, all nice ‘n vanilla.”

Seungcheol laughs, stripping himself of his suit jacket and neatly pressed button up before he, too, joins you and Chan on the bed. “That’s not what we’re here for tonight though, is it, Chan?”

The grip in your hair tightens in an instant as your eyes flutter open to meet Chan’s crimson ones; a mocking smirk on his lips when he tilts your head up to meet both of their stares.

“You’re absolutely right Seungcheol-hyung, it’s not.” This time Seungcheol leans in as well, his face only centimetres from yours. “Did you really think we both wouldn’t find out about each other? That all incubus are just loners? Tsk, to think you were trying to save our feelings out of all the things. Kinda cute, right Chan?”

Chan runs his fingers through his messy hair, careful of his sharp black horns. “You must’ve forgotten we feed off of sexual energy, huh?” He leans back in, right next to Seungcheol as he smiles.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll remind you.”

Chan holds you down onto his cock for almost exactly fifteen seconds before he tugs you by the hair, soft chuckles on his lips when you sputter and cough.

“Look at our cute ‘lil cumslut. All her cute ‘lil holes are filled up just like she wanted.” Seungcheol nods in agreement, already easing a finger past the tight ring of muscle as his eyes flit to the silicone dildo already stuffed base deep into your pussy. “S’okay, that’s what she’s good for, right? Being our dumb ‘lil cumdumpster that only knows how to take cock.”

You moan at their filthy words, clenching around the dildo pressed snug against your cervix and Seungcheol’s finger in your ass. “P--please… more, fuck m-me harder…” You whine, pushing your hips back as you try to get Seungcheol to move quicker.

“So goddamn impatient.” He grumbles, collecting more spit in his mouth before he leans over, letting it fall onto your puckered hole as he positions another finger. “Why don’t you choke on Chan’s cock, huh? Keep that mouth of yours busy.”

Chan guides you by the hair, grinning at the precum on your lips, “Open wide~”

This time you gladly let him use your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks around his cock as Seungcheol finally gives you what you want and fucks your ass open with two of his fingers. You moan around Chan, eyes rolling to the back of your head at how full you felt.

“It won’t be the same after this, will it, baby?” Seungcheol asks, scissoring his fingers to stretch you and get you ready to take his cock. “Now all you’ll ever crave is both of us stuffed deep into your holes, begging us to keep you filled.” He thrusts his fingers into you harder; his free hand reaching for the dildo as he starts thrusting it in and out of your pussy. You whine, abdomen tightening as the pleasure builds up even quicker than usual.

“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum. She’s getting so fuckin’ tight around my fingers and this fuckin’ toy.”

“Cum, now. Let Seungcheol-hyung feel how tight your ‘lil ass gets for him.”

You whimper around his cock, eyes clamped shut as you cum on Chan’s command. The vibrations of your moans around him have a shiver running up his spine; a soft moan of his own floating through the air. “Ngh, fuck, your mouth is so fuckin’ tight around my cock. But I don’t wanna cum down your throat, baby.” He tugs you off of him; a trail of precum and spit connecting your lips to his cock. You inhale deeply, riding out your high as Seungcheol continues to fuck you through it.

“No, I wanna cum in your cute ‘lil pussy while Seungcheol-hyung cums in your ass.”

Seungcheol slides the dildo from inside of you, tossing it to the side as he pulls out his fingers as well. You let out a small mewl at the sudden emptiness, “I--please… I--I want you both to fill me u-up with your c-cum…”

Chan lets go of your hair, letting you slump over in his lap. “Okay then, come sit on my cock.” You nod against his thigh, willing your still shaking body to position yourself into his lap. Seungcheol comes up behind you in a flash, hands on your waist as he guides you.

He holds you up as Chan guides his cock towards your entrance, a smirk on both of their lips when Seungcheol starts lowering you down onto the younger male’s cock. The stretch alone has your eyes rolling back, toes curling when Seungcheol lets go of you and you slam down onto Chan in a single motion. “O--oh, god!”

Seungcheol doesn’t wait another second before he presses a hand down onto your back, making you lean over Chan.

“Your fuckin’ cunt is already stretched so prettily around Chan’s cock. But now your cute ‘lil ass is gonna be stretched open by mine.”

Garbled noises spill from your lips, muffled against Chan’s warm chest. “Shit hyung, I think we fucked her stupid already.”

They share a teasing laugh just as Seungcheol positions himself at your puckered hole. “Let’s just turn her brain into mush so that she’ll really only know how to take our cocks.”

“Pl--please…”

“Oh? See? She’s asking so nicely, hyung. She wants to be our dumb ‘lil cocksleeve.”

Seungcheol ever so slowly starts to ease his cock in, letting another glob of spit fall down onto the shaft of his cock as it disappears into your ass. “Fuck, she’s taking me so fuckin’ well. Maybe we’ll have to reward her for being so good.” Chan laughs lightly and you can feel the vibrations in his chest.

“Isn’t us cumming in her a reward in itself?”

“Mm, that’s true.”

It takes a few more tense seconds before Seungcheol is completely seated inside of you and you can feel the breath knocked out of you with how obscenely full you felt with both of them inside of you, finally.

“Hmm, we’re really stretching out your pretty ‘lil holes, huh? I can feel Seungcheol-hyung pressed up right against me. How do you feel, baby?”

You let out a choked cry, easing yourself up and slightly off of Chan’s chest. “Mmh, ‘m suh--so fu--full… feels, ngh, s-so g--good…” Feeling yourself already close to another orgasm, you start squirming. “Fuck m-me, please!”

Seungcheol places his hands on your ass just as Chan places his on your waist and plants his feet firmly down onto the sheets. They share a knowing look just as they both start fucking you at an alternating pace.

“Oh--oh my g-god, oh my god!”

Your cries and mewls are music to their ears; food to their being as they feed off of your pleasure. “Takin’ our cocks so well. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Seungcheol coos. You nod frantically, biting into your bottom lip with how good they were making you feel.

“Look at me, baby. C’mon.” Chan uses a hand to tilt your head down until your bleary eyes focus on his soft crimson ones. “So pretty filled with our cocks. We’re gonna fill you up nice ‘n good with our cum. Get you good and satisfied since you haven’t seen us in a while, huh?” He beams up at you and you see the soft Chan that you were used to.

Chan licks his lips a second later, eyes glinting something different this time. “Spit in my mouth, baby.”

“H-huh?”

He laughs airily, watching as your face contorts in pure bliss when Seungcheol fucks into you harder. “Lemme see you do something for me.” You nod shyly; a pale blush on your cheeks as you collect the saliva in your mouth. Chan parts his lips for you, sticking his tongue out as you lean over and let the spit fall from your lips, directly onto his waiting tongue. He draws his tongue back in, laughing at your shy expression.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

Seungcheol thrusts into you hard as you slump against Chan’s chest again. “Aww, baby, don’t forget about me~” He teases; nails digging into the skin of your ass. “She plays so coy but look at her, fuckin’ suckin’ our cocks even deeper.”

“Mmh… I---I wanna c-cum again…” You mumble, hips moving on their own as you meet their thrusts. “Please… please c-cum inside me…”

“You want us to cum inside you? Let us hear how bad you want us then, baby.” Chan murmurs.

“A-ah, please, I’ll--I’ll be, hah, your--your c-cocksleeve for--forever, please just--”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetheart.” Seungcheol teases.

The two of them start fucking you at the same pace, filling you with their cocks at the same time until their names are rolling off of your tongue in a hurried mess. Chan’s cock grazes against your cervix; your mouth opening in a silent cry as he growls, “That’s right, cum with us, baby. Fuckin’ soak our cocks while we fill up your holes with our cum.”

The ringing in your ears becomes unbearable as your orgasm hits you fast and hard; drowning out the sound of their praises as you drool slightly at the feeling. You clench down onto their cocks in a vice grip, and it’s Chan who follows first, unloading him cum into your tight pussy.

Seungcheol lets out a growl, cock throbbing as he, too, cums hard. “Fuck, fuckin’ take all of it, cumslut.”

You let out a sharp whine, body tingling as they continue to fuck you; cocks covered in their cum and your wetness as they fuck it deeper into you. “Oh, fuh--fuck, please, I---mmh!” Biting your lip, you swivel your hips as you try to fuck yourself onto their cocks as well. “Fuck, it--it feels so g-good! ‘M so full!”

The two of them bask in your post orgasm glow, soft groans on their lips when they can still feel their cocks twitching inside of you.

“Mm, shit, baby. Look at you, still fuckin’ yourself on our cocks, huh? You want more?” Seungcheol goads.

You nod desperately, still feeling the arousal coursing through your body. “Y-yeah…”

They pull their cocks out of you at the same time, both watching from different angles as the cum drips from your spent holes.

“Hmm, how should we take you next then, baby? Want us both stretchin’ your cute pussy out at the same time? Or is that too much for you tiny ‘lil cunt?” Chan offers.

You feel your throat go dry, pussy clenching around emptiness. “I--y-yes, I---I want t-that....”

They lick their lips, already feeding off the desperate sexual energy you were exuding. “Whaddya say, Chan? It’s Halloween, after all. We have all night to play, don’t we?”

The younger male grins up at Seungcheol; both of their eyes twinkling with wickedness as they move to switch places.

“You’re most definitely right, hyung. It’s what she deserves.”

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm.

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‘Hello, Miya-san? Yes, please don’t worry, Shino-chan is fine, just that your husband hasn’t come to pick her up?’ the nervous childcare assistant murmurs her apologies as she hangs up, ready to dial Atsumu to chew him out for yet another display of his bloody lack of responsibility. But it’s no use because Atsumu’s number is engaged, and after five minutes, she gives it up as a lost cause and after a moment’s hesitation, dials the other number most used on her phone.

‘Samu – I’m so sorry to trouble you, could you…? Yes – Atsumu forgot to pick her up again. I’m sorry – I’m at work so I can’t just step out… Thanks ‘Samu – I owe you again’.

She sighs, leaning her head against the cubicle wall in her office toilet. Then she squares her shoulders before heading back to her cubicle, preparing to tackle the stack of work on her desk until office hours end.

She picks Shino up from Onigiri Miya later that night, promising treats to her daughter to persuade her to give up her perch from Osamu’s neck.

‘He’s an ass’, he tells her, voice heavy with sympathy, and she lets herself rest her head on his shoulder.

‘Yes, you’ve told me that’, she responds with a tired smile. ‘Maybe I should’ve listened’.

He pats her back, and she departs with Shino in hand.

A storm blows into the city from the sea, so she shutters the windows and locks the doors, but the house still shakes from the blitz of thunder and lightning. She rocks Shino to bed, and sings her to sleep amidst the gale wailing outside their walls.

She can hear the jangle of keys and opens the front door to let Atsumu in. He ignores her baleful glare and shoulders his way in, dripping rainwater all over the floor.

‘Well?’ she demands, hackles rising at his sullen silence. ‘Would you like to explain how you managed to forget to pick up your daughter from childcare today?’

‘It just slipped my mind, alright?!’, he replies, face arranged into a sneer, and with a few strides he’s already halfway to their room, back turned against her. ‘You don’t need to make a big fuss about everything all the time’, he says, his hand on the doorknob.

‘Atsumu!’ she snaps, her fists clenched by her side. ‘Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to keep bothering Osamu to help clean up your messes? Could you dig deep and grow the fuck up so you can act like a decent husband and father for once? I wish I listened to Osamu when he warned me about you, even before we started going out’.

He whirls around and grabs her wrist in a painful grip, a blaze growing in his eyes. ‘All I ever hear from you these days is Osamu this, Osamu that. If goddamned Osamu is so fucking perfect, why didn’t you just marry him when you had the chance? It would’ve been easy enough to pass Shino off as his, aren’t I right?’

‘Maybe I should’ve - then I wouldn’t be in such a state’, she snarls, wrenching her wrist from his grasp. ‘But my fate was sealed the moment I was stupid enough to fall in love with you instead.’

He snorts through his nose, the sound bitter, twisted. ‘Well, the feeling ain’t mutual, darlin’. Who said I ever loved you?’

She reels back from the force of his words, the bruises on her wrist nothing compared to those in her heart. His eyes widen in shock – but he does not take his words back.

The rain turns the apartment freezing cold and she shudders, fighting the urge to shrink into herself, counting the seconds in the strained stillness between them before stepping tentatively towards him to cup his face in her hands.

‘What’s with you, Atsumu?’ she asks, more gently this time. ‘This isn’t like you.’

Her words break his silence, and he sinks onto the couch with a groan, dropping his head in his hands. ‘I’ve been offered a chance to play in Italy for a year, and MSBY’s agreed to let me go for a season. I just haven’t told you yet’, he finally says, shoulders hunched.

‘Are you going to accept it?’ She manages to ask, a lump of ice lodging itself at the back of her throat, choking the airflow to her lungs.

He nods mutely, and a storm erupts in her heart.

‘Gods, Atsumu. Does it mean nothing to you that you have a wife and child now? Couldn’t you have talked to me first before making such a move? You know I can’t just up and leave Japan with my job and Shino. Are you going to just get up and leave? What’s going to happen to us?’

‘I’m just tired of all of this, ok?’ He shouts, jumping to his feet, his tone sharp enough to pierce right through her heart. ‘We got married and had a kid so fuckin’ young, and there’s so much out there that I could be chasing that I wonder sometimes if all of this is a mistake’.

‘You asked me to jump off a cliff. This is what you wanted, Atsumu, don’t you dare pin this on me!’ she screams back, not even bothering to staunch the bleeding from her multitude of wounds.

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound drenched with bitterness and contempt.

‘Osamu fuckin’ talked me into it – do you think I actually wanted all of this?’ he says, with a callousness she always knew he was capable of but never experienced first-hand. ‘I wish I'd never listened to him, I should’ve just stayed away. Then all of my problems – all of this - would’ve never existed.’

His words finally strike the breath from her lungs, and she chokes, chilled to the bone, unable to speak as she watches him grab his bag and storm out of the house again.

‘He’s not picking up my calls either’, Osamu tells her, when she drops by his store a day later. ‘I could hunt him down for you and beat some sense into his thick head’.

‘Don’t bother’, she says, shaking her head. ‘He’ll resent me even more if you take my side again’.

‘What are you going to do then?’ Osamu asks, the steam from freshly cooked rice rising between them.

‘Come home’, her mother said when she called to break the news, her words ringing clear even over the cacophony of threats her older brothers make in the background about ‘slicing that bastard’s balls off with a knife’. She'd be lying if she said she weren't tempted by the promise of her family's support - her father had always taught her to run for the bamboo grove if there were ever an earthquake, to trust in the strength of the bamboo’s roots to hold the foundations of the earth in its place. But she’s built a career in the city, a life for her and Shino in a small apartment between buildings that seem to burst through the clouds in the sky, and she’s not sure she can walk away from all that just yet.

‘I don’t know’, she says to Osamu. ‘I guess I’ll figure it out along the way’.

Atsumu evades all of her attempts to talk through matters again, and a month later, he’s packed his bags, ready to get on a flight to Italy. He pauses to kiss Shino goodbye, and slips her two stuffed toys – a fox and a jackal, and she almost smiles at the sentimentality of it. Then he turns to her but does not look her in the eye.

‘It’s ok to forget me as long as you remember that we have a child’, she says softly.

He parts his lips to respond but decides against it, eyes hardening as he drops his set of house keys and his wedding ring on the countertop by the front door and storms off.

She does not cry until Shino is safely tucked into bed, and she finds Atsumu’s old jacket, carelessly thrown in a heap at the back of the closet. She holds it close to her chest, breathing in the memories sewn into its seams, and lets herself finally break.

‘Miya-san, I saw on the news that your husband is playing in Italy now. We’re all so surprised you didn’t go with him?’ Yuna-san asks in a too-loud voice, and she has to suppress a cringe when the rest of the office hyenas swoop in, hungry for a kill.

‘We decided that I should stay in Japan to ensure Shino has some stability in her life’, she answers with a tight smile, the practiced statement she and Atsumu’s manager eventually agreed on spilling easily from her mouth. The ladies slink away, and she sighs in relief.

Atsumu thankfully heeds her words and sends money and gifts to Shino, and even calls their little girl twice weekly, so she still manages to recognise her father - she’s grateful for that.

He only responds to her texts once, when she messages him to let him know that Shino got admitted to the hospital for a high fever, but seemed to be responding well to treatment, and would be discharged the next day. He promised to pay the hospital bill, and said nothing more. She does not allow herself to be crushed by her disappointment and stops texting him after that.

Osamu does his best to step in to fill Atsumu’s shoes in his absence, fetching Shino from childcare and letting her hang around his shop until she’s done with work. He spoils her with far too much affection and food, doling both out interchangeably, and his staff and customers treat the little girl like their mascot.

‘Thank you for all of this’, she says one night, when Osamu insists on walking her and Shino home. ‘I’m sorry for making you clean up Atsumu’s mess.’

‘Don’t thank me. Sometimes I wonder if I should be blamed for stepping in to meddle with ‘Tsumu in the first place’ he responds with a strained laugh.

‘Don’t be’, she responds, pressing a chaste kiss to Osamu’s cheek. ‘Your interference gave me Shino. I could never regret that’.

But Osamu can never fully step into Atsumu’s place - they may look heartbreakingly similar but he is not her husband, a fact she’s painfully reminded of when they drive back to Hyogo to the Miya family home for Obon without Atsumu. She does her duty with her head held high and Shino strapped to her back, placing the offerings by the family graves, releasing lanterns down the lake to guide the Miya ancestral spirits back to the mortal realm, but the matriarch of the family sniffed her disapproval when Atsumu’s mother shakily informs her that he isn’t visiting this year.

‘You’re his wife - what good are you for if you can’t even make your husband come back home’, the old lady snapped.

She bent herself into a low bow to murmur a litany of apologies, shaking her head minutely at Osamu before he even tries to put his foot in his mouth in a misguided attempt to defend her - dear boy that he is, but he does not deserve the burden of his brother’s sins, and she will not let him go to battle for her when she can hold her own - until the old lady stalks off, only vaguely appeased. The smile on her face for the rest of the night is unflinching but she still cries herself to sleep because she hates herself for being so goddamned stupid - it should have occurred to her that chasing Atsumu into the eye of the storm would leave her with nothing more than a ruined home and a broken heart.

But when the morning dawns and the sunrise reflects its colours in her daughter’s eyes, she’s reminded afresh that she's a knife maker’s daughter, and her spine is forged with steel. So she hammers the pieces of her heart back together and does not let herself break again.

The months pass and the pain recedes. It slowly becomes easier to breathe.

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lavenderboneswrites · 3 years

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it’s me, kitty 🥺

👉🏻👈🏻 Shizuo and Izaya having a self care day?

they try face masks, watch movies, do their nails, eat junk food, anything that comes to your mind 🥰

Maybe they even have a bubble bath together 👀👀

I LOVE YOU BB YOURE THE BEST 💖💖💖💖💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰

Of course my beloved got her request in first <3 <3 I hope you enjoy it bb, I tried to fit as much as your fav tropes in as I possibly could. Thank you for always supporting me and letting me share my ideas with you <3 <3

I Feel it Coming

Words: 5352

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut and fluff, shizaya, established relationship, self-care day, possessive Shizuo, light dom/sub (please check AO3 for a comprehensive list of tags)

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When Shizuo gets home Izaya is nowhere to be seen.

It’s been a long day of chasing down debts and deadbeats. Shizuo sighs as he toes off his shoes at the entrance and loosens the clip on bowtie. Making a trail up the stairs and to his bedroom, Shizuo pulls off his vest off along the way. He takes care to hang it gingerly on the hanger behind the door, certain he can get a few more wears out of this one before it needed washing.

He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, loosened buttons showing off a white undershirt and the hint of defined pectorals. Most of the lights in the apartment were on, the bedroom lit by low lamplight. Izaya is obviously around, and yet he normally greets Shizuo boisterously; often from his desk because he’s forgotten to stop working.

Shizuo untucks his shirt, slipping out of his pants and letting white fabric slip below his thighs. He’s thinking he needs a shower, or maybe he’ll just fall straight into bed, but he follows the sound of running water to the en suite.

Izaya really has a ridiculous apartment. His bathroom is off his bedroom, and if you pass through it you’ll find yourself in a large walk-in wardrobe. For someone who only wears the same ugly coat everyday Izaya sure has a lot of clothes. Shizuo’s not complaining, when Izaya wears that cream oversized turtleneck it does things to him.

Shizuo follows the rush of water to the bathroom. Steam clouds the air, mixed with a pleasant floral smell. It’s dark in here, the only light an illumination of candles on the basin and other various other spots. Water is filling the bath, a mix of bubbles and rose petals on the surface. Heated tiles warm Shizuo’s feet and he can’t help but feel the tension of the day lifting slightly at the relaxing atmosphere.

Until he almost has a heart attack.

Standing in the entrance to the wardrobe is a man with a white mask over his face.

Shizuo stumbles back, heart racing a million miles an hour as the figure emerges from the dark.

“What the fuck!?”

Shizuo clutches his hand in his shirt as he tries to force his rabbiting heart to calm down.

“You look like a fucking serial killer!”

He’s still trying to calm down from the shock as the masked man attempts a grin.

“Welcome home to you too, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya’s dressed in a maroon bathrobe and on his face is one of those stupid beauty masks he loves so much. Though, the serial killer look is slightly dampened by the fluffy white headband with cat ears Izaya wears to keep his hair back.

Izaya slinks up to him, arms going to wrap around his neck and Shizuo’s hands automatically go to his waist. It’s almost like a pavlovian response at this point.

“I’m not kissing you when you look like this,” Shizuo grumbles out to which Izaya replies with only a chuckle.

It’s disconcerting. The mask has holes for his mouth and eyes, and a slit for his nostrils, but other than that he looks completely macabre.

Shizuo ignores his own words when he allows Izaya to place a small peck on his lips.

“What’s all this?” Shizuo asks, rubbing circles into Izaya’s hips absentmindedly.

“Mm?” Izaya makes his usual noncommittal noise. “I thought Shizu-chan would like some pampering after a long day at work.”

Honestly, that sounds absolutely wonderful to Shizuo right about now. He eyes the bath off, noticing two glasses of lemon and mint infused water on the hob next to it. No doubt one of Izaya’s own ‘self-care’ creations.

Izaya doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive and a sprinkling of manipulation, Shizuo thinks with his eyes narrowing back to his currently psychotic looking boyfriend.

“What’s the catch?”

“My, my … can’t I just be doing something nice for my boyfriend?”

“No,” Shizuo deadpans back to Izaya’s fake as shit voice.

He attempts to pout, but he can’t move his face muscles well without messing up the mask.

“Boo Shizu-chan, you’re no fun.”

“And you’re a pest,” Shizuo says as Izaya hangs off him like some sort of dramatic leach.

Izaya leans his head back, giving an over top groan as if Shizuo’s inability to react in the way he wants is his greatest annoyance.

“Come on,” Shizuo leans closer, mouth almost touching skin as he whispers low into his ear. “The sooner you tell me what you want the sooner you’ll get it, flea.”

Shizuo can feel the way the body in his arms tenses up momentarily, almost like a shiver going through him from the low tenor of Shizuo’s voice. Really, Izaya was pretty easy to handle once he learnt a few tricks.

One being that he was an incredibly horny fleabag.

Izaya is sliding his hands down Shizuo’s back, sweeping over the curve of his ass as he finds the hem of Shizuo’s shirt. He runs his fingers along the seam before sneaking under white fabric to press at his upper thigh.

“Hmm,” Shizuo pulls back to find copper eyes among a sea of white. Izaya’s hands on his skin are slightly distracting and just a little bit ticklish. “I want Shizuo to do a face-mask with me.”

“And?” Shizuo presses, digging the points of his thumbs into Izaya’s hips lightly.

“And have a bubble bath.”

Shizuo just pulls Izaya closer, pressing a swift kiss the crown of his head. “Alright louse, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.”

Shizuo has a quick rinse off in the shower, afterwards changing into the navy bathrobe Izaya had brought to match his. It feels good to wash away the remnants of a long day, water beating down on his shoulders almost like a massage. Izaya’s shower had out of this world water pressure, honestly Shizuo was in love.

One face-mask later and the bath has finished filling. Steam is coming off the water, and Shizuo knows it’s still way too hot for either of them to get in. Though Izaya will probably try to early like always. He really was like some cold-blooded reptile, always trying to soak up as much heat as possible … usually from Shizuo himself.

Shizuo lets Izaya put his mask on. It was the best choice, considering the wet paper like cloth needed delicate handling and Shizuo would no doubt rip it immediately with his ‘monster’s paws’, as Izaya had said. He made sure to smack at Izaya with his monster paws for that comment.

The mask isn’t horrible. It’s wet and his vision is kind of obscured, and he doesn’t think it fits properly cause one side keeps curling down at his temple. Izaya had given him his own kitty ear headband to hold his fringe back, and the louse pesters him to take a few selfies together. Shizuo can’t help but snort at how ridiculous they look, kind of like a mannequin had a baby with a hockey mask.

They sit on the edge of the bathtub next to each other, sipping their drinks the best they can with the masks in the way. Shizuo eventually gets fed up and rips the sliver of paper between his nostrils and upper lip and Izaya almost chokes on his stupid lemon water laughing.

It’s cute.

It’s nice to just sit and talk, to take stock of each other’s day and catch up. Izaya plays footsies with him the entire time, and at one point Shizuo almost falls backwards into the bath trying to capture the louse’s calf between his feet.

Izaya’s hand is also rubbing once again against his thigh, sliding up under the material of his bathrobe. He massages his fingers into the muscles, pressing with precision into the knots hard enough to make Shizuo groan.

Izaya has a thing for his thighs. Shizuo doesn’t know why, but something about them makes the little pest go feral. They are thick and muscular, almost double the width of Izaya’s own legs and even if Shizuo didn’t see the appeal himself he’s happy to let Izaya have his fun.

Watching Izaya fuck himself against only his bare thigh really was a sight to behold.

After about ten minutes the face masks come off. Shizuo never could keep them on as long as Izaya; after a while it started to get too annoying and almost itchy. Still, Shizuo would be lying if he said it didn’t feel completely satisfying pealing the paper away from his skin.

He scrunches the mask into a ball, using it to rub the excess moisture of his face. Izaya folds his own mask much more neatly, leaning towards the mirror to inspect his skin as he wipes away any remaining excess.

Like every inch of that skin wasn’t flawless to begin with.

Shizuo rubs at his cheek, taking in how soft the mask has left his skin. He wasn’t that into self-care like Izaya was, but even he couldn’t deny these masks were magical.

Better was Izaya skin, which normally soft to the touch, became like silk under Shizuo’s fingertips. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, from cupping the flea’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against ivory skin.

It’s nice to finally see his unobscured face.

“Hey,” Shizuo’s turning that his to meet lips like satin in a soft kiss.

Izaya lets Shizuo set the pace to something slow and unhurried. He parts his mouth, tongue licking at the seam of Izaya’s lips before the other is turning to let him deepen the kiss further.

Shizuo licks into that wicked mouth with a careful consideration, letting Izaya’s taste flood over his tongue. There’s a hand twisting into the back of his hair and another once more kneading the flesh of his thigh.

Shizuo breaks the kiss slowly, dazzlingly eyes of whiskey alight with muted heat blinking softly back up at him.

“I’m home, Izaya.”

Izaya grins at the domestic phrase, rubs his nose against Shizuo’s and the little kiss is so cute that Shizuo can feel the tips of his ears go red.

“Welcome home, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya breath is like a whisper over his lips and Shizuo can’t help but mirror his smirk with a grin of his own.

Shizuo slips into the bath by himself, letting out a groan as the heat immediately relaxes the muscles in his back. It’s still way too hot. So hot that he can’t help but shiver, heat skittering almost painfully over sensitive nerve endings. And yet it feels like heaven, all of the tension flooding out of his body after a long day. He closes his eyes, letting his head lie back on the hob as he just soaks in the moment.

The patter of feet signal Izaya’s return. Shizuo opens one eye to see him standing before him with those same kitty ears and nothing else.

Izaya’s body is stunning. He’s lean and long limbed, but there’s a subtle grace to the way he holds himself. Shizuo always thinks of him as some kind of jungle panther. Light-footed. Slinking around like a predator. His waist is slim, and yet there is slight definition around his muscles, and his ass-, shit, his ass is a gift from God. Chasing the flea all those years had definitely paid off for him; and Shizuo was happy to enjoy the spoils too.

Izaya places a hand to Shizuo’s bicep as he steadies himself and steps into the water. Shizuo’s arm comes up to the small of his back automatically, ready to catch him at the first sign of a slip, but knowing Izaya it wasn’t necessary.

The flea slips into the space between Shizuo’s parted legs and leans back against his muscled chest. He lets out a little sigh as he submerges himself into the water up to his shoulders, obviously enjoying the heat sinking deep into his body just as Shizuo had. The noise is nice, something breathless and almost non-existent, something Shizuo is so attuned to he thinks he can almost hear it in his head rather than any physical sound.

Izaya’s leans his head back against his shoulder and Shizuo can’t help but wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him tighter against his front.

Izaya body fits perfectly against his, and not for the first time Shizuo is certain that flea was made for him.

The candles flicker with steam, and Shizuo thinks he could fall asleep right here and now.

Fwua!

A loud slapping sound breaks through his peace and Shizuo can feel giggles vibrating through Izaya’s back.

Opening his eyes again, Shizuo is met with the sight of Izaya scooping bubbles into his hands. He smacks them together quickly, the bubbles exploding into the air with his delighted giggles.

It’s too fucking cute.

“What are you, four?”

Izaya answers by twisting his neck to look over at Shizuo, a hand of foam raised and Shizuo’s barely has time to raise an eyebrow before bubbles are being blown into his face.

“Oi,” Shizuo hacks a cough, swallowing a great deal more soap than he ever wanted to. His eye twitches at the cheeky look in Izaya’s eyes and his grouchy tone really doesn’t match his own fond smile.

“Do you want me to drown you in this tub?”

Izaya pouts, “Shizu-chan don’t be mean.”

The pout cracks as his lips twitch up at the corners. Water splashes, the flea suddenly turning around fully and scooping up more bubbles.

“Shizu-chan let’s make you a bubble beard.”

“Haaah?”

“Haaah?” Izaya mocks, “come on old man.”

“I’m younger than you,” Shizuo quips back, trying to grab skinny wrists that keep trying to slap foam to his chin.

Wasn’t this supposed to be relaxing!?

Izaya’s attempts don’t ease up and he giggles as a ball of bubbles land delicately on Shizuo’s nose.

He narrows his eyes at his nose, as if the bubbles have personally offended him, and before Izaya can even get a yelp out Shizuo is shoving his head underwater.

Water goes over the sides of the tub and Izaya’s arms splash comically as Shizuo’s entire palm covers the crown of his head. He only gives it a few seconds before he lets up.

Izaya pops back up, hair sopping and stuck to his forehead as his kitty headband hangs pathetically around his neck. He splutters and coughs, attempting to glare at Shizuo as he rubs at his eyes.

Shizuo only gives a cocky raise of one eyebrow, as if to say ‘you started it’.

“Did you just try to drown me?” Izaya asks, his outrage fake as shit.

“You wanna go back under?” Shizuo threatens, but the tone is ruined by his wide smile.

Izaya grins, one shoulder coming up in a half-hearted shrug. He pulls off the headband around his neck, pouting at the state it’s in before flinging it over the side of the tub to the floor.

A glint flashes in Izaya’s eyes. It’s the only warning Shizuo gets before two hands are pressing down onto his head.

Shizuo plants his feet firmly on the bottom of the tub to stop from sliding, and Izaya’s wicked looked turns disappointed as Shizuo doesn’t budge an inch.

“Oi.”

Izaya’s eyes narrow into a look of determination, and he even gets to his knees as he tries to add even more force to Shizuo’s head.

“Why, won’t, you, die?”

Shizuo answers by letting himself suddenly slip under the water. The sudden loss of purchase has Izaya floundering and Shizuo swears he can hear him yelp through water.

Shizuo almost swallows an obscene amount of bath water from laughing before he pops back up. Izaya has slumped atop of him, arms around his neck as he holds his own head above water as if to keep himself from completely submerging.

Shizuo likes that. The way Izaya will always grab onto him, cling to him, whenever he loses his footing.

“Shizu-chan is so mean. Jail for a thousand years!”

Shizuo just chuckles, pushing Izaya’s fringe away from his forehead as he looks at him. He’s doing the face Shizuo loves, the one where his nose scrunches up oh so cutely. Shizuo loves that face, he wants to hoard it all to himself and never let anyone else see it.

If it got out Izaya was this cute Shizuo’s sure he’d have to beat off interested parties with a sick.

Mine.

Shizuo sits himself up, shaking his head like a dog to get the water out of his hair. Izaya squirms in his arms, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he manhandles the flea back into the same position they started in, with his back pressed to Shizuo’s chest, sitting between his legs.

There, Shizuo thinks triumphantly, Izaya’s wriggling getting less and less by the minute. He squeezes his thighs around the flea’s hips, wrapping his legs over the top of Izaya’s until he’s practically in a joint lock.

He’s really no match for Shizuo’s superior strength when it comes down to it. Still, it didn’t stop Izaya from trying to wrestle him daily.

“Have you calmed down you damn water rat?”

“Hmm,” Izaya hums as if he has no idea what Shizuo’s talking about. “Shouldn’t I be a water flea? Shizu-chan don’t you know it’s bad to mix metaphors?”

Shizuo just snorts at such a bratty response.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Izaya relents and relaxes back into his body and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against the back of his neck.

“You’re ridiculous,” Shizuo snorts into his skin, and he doesn’t need to see to know that Izaya is smirking.

He lets his lips and hands do the rest of the talking. Soft kisses trailing from Izaya’s neck to his shoulder and back again. He rubs his hands at the flea’s sides, making a path up and down slowly as he maps out every inch of creamy skin.

Izaya makes that soundless noise again, lips parted slightly as closes his eyes, focusing on sensation of Shizuo’s hands and lips on him. Shizuo’s touch is light, almost ticklish as he brushes fingertips across Izaya’s ribs, the water turning his path slick and easy.

Shizuo kisses are barely a press of lips to skin, so soft that it’s only the feel of his breath blowing out that makes Izaya’s skin erupt into goosebumps. Shizuo watches fascinated as that alabaster skin reacts before his very eyes.

Izaya’s got the faintest of freckles splayed across his shoulders, almost impossible to see unless this close. Shizuo loves to pick out each individual mark, a constellation of stars for his mouth to trace and follow. To worship and pay tribute to.

Shizuo rubs his hands from Izaya’s sides down to his hips, thighs, and back up again to his waist. Every time he trails down he moves a little bit further. Inch by torturous inch he teases skin until Izaya starts to squirm a little.

Heh.

Shizuo’s grin is wicked as he presses it under Izaya’s ear. His lips move up to brush against his pulse point and Izaya lifts his chin to allow Shizuo greater access.

Shizuo’s chuckle spills over skin for real and shivers are erupting once more over Izaya’s skin.

“Mmm?” Shizuo whispers a questioning noise, hands dipping past the heated flesh at Izaya’s inner thigh. “You like that flea?”

Izaya does a little jerk of his head, eyes closed and it really is too cute.

“Does it feel good?”

Shizuo breath is hot at his ear before he gives a playful nip to the flesh. He can feel the way Izaya’s breath hitches, the motion going through his back and making Shizuo’s own chest thrum with something primal and satisfied.

Shizuo’s rubbing his foot against Izaya’s calf muscle, feeling the way he squirms at the touch.

“What’s wrong?” Shizuo cheeks actually hurt from how wide he’s smiling. “Do you not like it?”

Izaya’s head shakes, the action almost frantic, and Shizuo rewards him by sliding the flat of his tongue over the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet.

His skin tastes clean and fresh, and Shizuo feels his mouth salivating with the desire to bite into that milky flesh. To see it bruised dark with his claim. He holds off though, content with just feeling Izaya beneath his hands, feeling the way his breathing goes a little faster at every dip closer to that heat between his legs.

“Does it feel good when I touch here?” Shizuo brushes his fingertips over Izaya’s ribs, taking in every little shudder as he whispers into his lover’s ear. “What about when I touch here?”

Shizuo’s hands trail inwards, and Izaya’s lips are parting in a gasp as his knuckles brush against the side of his cock.

“Ah, is there someone you want me to touch you flea?”

Shizuo rubs his fingers between Izaya’s thighs just above his knees, so close and yet so far, if the little whimper that escapes his lips is any indication.

Shizuo feels like an addict. There is just something about having Izaya in his arms, squirming and desperate for his touch and just … taking his time with him.

Dragging it out nice and slow.

Shizuo continues licking and sucking at the flea’s neck. Izaya has his hand trapped between his legs in a vice grip, and yet Shizuo still continues his slow, sweet touches.

He lets his touches turn rougher, digs bruises into pale skin as he sucks harshly on that spot beneath Izaya’s ear; the spot that makes him moan open-mouthed.

“Shizuo.”

His name is like a prayer on Izaya’s lips. Breathless and needy. Shizuo doesn’t know whether he’s begging for him to stop or begging for him to keep going, either way the sound sinks deep into his gut.

“Shizuo please.”

Shizuo’s grin goes impossibly wide, mouth gaping like a predator’s with its prey in its grasp. His lips find Izaya’s earlobe. He pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks harshly.

It’s a dizzying juxtaposition. Wrenching his hand from Izaya’s thigh-crush, Shizuo grazes the tips of fingers over the head of his cock, the softest, slowest touch all night and it makes Izaya jolt.

“Fuck.”

Shizuo sucks hard at the flea’s neck, finger tips trailing down his shaft and to his navel. He rubs at the soft flesh there, relishing in the annoyed whine that Izaya makes as he moves away from his reddened cock.

“Shizuo,” he can hear the pout in Izaya’s voice.

“Look at you,” Shizuo releases Izaya’s ear with a wet sound, “I haven’t even played with your tits yet and this worked up.”

That whine becomes louder, more painful if possible, as if Izaya’s gritting his teeth together.

“Shizuo you better fucking touch me or I’m going to destroy all your stupid bartender outfits.”

It’s astounding. Izaya’s gripping his wrist so tightly Shizuo’s sure there will be indents of his nails left behind. How is it possible for him to still sound like such a vicious little thing when he’s desperately trying to put Shizuo’s unbudging hand to his leaking cock?

“Oi,” Shizuo growls low and Izaya’s body shivers fully at the sound. “Do you want me to drown you again?”

“Heh,” Izaya lips are quirking up, eyes hooded as he speaks out like silk and satin, “if you drown me there won’t be anyone around to suck your cock.”

Shizuo should’ve expected this. Expected Izaya would try to play dirty.

He was the definition of little brat that needed to be put in their place. Still, the words make his own dick jump, and he can’t help but press his erection harder into the swell of Izaya’s ass in warning.

“Oh?” Shizuo lets his tenor lilt upwards, “you wanna suck my cock that bad flea?”

Izaya snorts, and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against his neck in an overly affectionate gesture.

“Hey Shizu-chan,” Izaya’s turning his face, lips meeting lips in a sweet brush as he releases his death grip on Shizuo’s wrist.

Shizuo stares into dark, deep eyes; lets himself drown as Izaya presses his forehead to his.

“Yeah flea?”

Izaya eyes close, his mouth turning soft as he gives one of those rare smiles reserved just for Shizuo.

Shizuo’s eyes slip close, Izaya in his arms and his breath spilling across his face in a steady rhythm. It’s like an abstract concept become physical, a peace that Shizuo can literally hold within his hands.

Izaya dips his head to Shizuo’s neck, lips against skin as he whispers.

“I want you to tell me how badly I want to suck your cock … while you touch me.”

Shizuo’s eyes blow wide. His smile is going predator-like before he can even realise it.

Izaya was absolutely perfect.

Shizuo pulls Izaya’s body back with his, getting comfortable as Izaya settles himself in against his hold, nuzzling into his neck. Shizuo can’t help but shower his back in soft kisses.

“You want me to talk you through it baby?” Shizuo asks, letting his voice go softer. He’s cock is aching as Izaya shivers at the pet name. He forces it to the back of his mind, focus zeroing in on the body in his arms. “You look so good right now.”

Izaya just sighs and Shizuo rewards him with a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste and sweet, with the promise of something hotter simmering just beneath the surface.

He lets his hands slide through the water and up that irresistible body once more. This time when snakes his hand downwards he palms at Izaya’s cock lightly.

“Aah,” Izaya’s lets out this little moan, relief and pleasure all in one. As if not being touched had been painful, had been torture.

“That feel good? Being touched here?” Shizuo whispers a sonnet against Izaya’s neck. His eyes are wide open, mesmerized as he palms his hand with more force against the flea’s cock.

His hot in his palm, positively boiling compared to the cooling temperate of the water surrounding them. Shizuo enjoys the feel of him in his hands. Hot and heavy. Izaya has a nice cock, it’s long, not as thick as Shizuo’s but it curves nicely and his mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock … for such an ugly flea.”

Izaya actually chuckles at the underhanded compliment and Shizuo feels himself flush at the sound.

Izaya was anything but ugly.

Shizuo’s certain even the most wicked of devils would repent at the beauty of his flea.

Mine, mine, mine.

Shizuo lets his touch stay slow and steady, matching his earlier exploration of Izaya’s body. He closes his fist around the shaft experimentally, the water making his slow pull even rougher.

Izaya’s head is thrown fully back onto his shoulder now. Eyes closed as he pants open-mouthed. His hips are doing these cute little jerk, moving in time with Shizuo’s hand, and every brush of his ass against Shizuo’s cock makes him want to groan out loud.

“Look at you, I bet you’re imagining it aren’t you?” Shizuo fists the head of Izaya’s cock with the barest of pressure and the other is whimpering. “My cock in your mouth … the taste of me on your tongue.”

“Ah-ah.”

Shizuo’s pace is increasing, fist going tighter as his words climb higher.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed with my cock, baby,” Shizuo’s whispers are turning harsh in his ears. “God you feel so good around me. So wet.”

Shizuo’s eyes are closing and he can feel it. That warm wet heat enveloping him, almost overwhelming in its sensation.

“You want it so badly don’t you? Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“Y-yes!” Izaya’s voice comes out high pitched and desperate. “I-, I want your cock … I-I need it.”

Shizuo rubs his hard dick against the crack of Izaya’s ass, in time with the flea’s desperate thrust. His lips are wet and wide against Izaya’s neck, kisses turning careless as he sucks and bites with abandon. Izaya’s body is going taunt in his arms, toes curling against the tub, abdominals clenching so tight it almost looks painful. His body is on the edge of trembling, pulled so tight Shizuo can feel that tension almost about to snap.

“Fuck baby,” Shizuo lets his voice go rough, lets it go needy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shizuo gives a feral growl, Izaya’s squirming and splashing in his arms as he sets a relentless pace against his cock. Shizuo twists his fist as he pulls up, water sloshing over the sides at his frantic pace. He fists the head tightly, twisting in a way that makes Izaya keen out like he’s been kicked in the gut.

“N-need you, fuck I need you baby.”

“Ah-, ah-, Shizuo!”

Shizuo’s desperation sends Izaya over the edge. The body in his arms tenses, like an electric current is running through it and then he’s shaking apart, moaning long and loud as Shizuo strokes him through his orgasm, never letting up as his cock spurts white into water.

He keeps stroking him. Izaya’s breathing is ragged as he collapses boneless atop Shizuo.

Eventually he slows his motions, letting his hand come to a steady stop as he feels all the little aftershocks shivering through the body in his arms. Izaya’s eyes are closed and Shizuo thinks he might have fucked him stupid.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oi,” Shizuo presses a kiss to Izaya’s temple. “Don’t fall asleep flea.”

Shizuo can’t keep the smile out his voice. He has literal perfection in his arms, had that same perfection coming and calling out his name. His heart feels fit to burst…

His cock definitely is.

“Mm, Shizu-chan is such a sadist,” Izaya finally mumbles a response. He sounds dazed, like he’s intoxicated and on the verge of blacking out.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re such a masochist then, huh?” Shizuo says between kisses to the smattering of stars over Izaya’s shoulder.

“Hmm,” Izaya’s eyes are cracking open, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he brushes a hand through the water absentmindedly. “The bath is dirty now.”

Shizuo snorts, “and who made it dirty, louse?”

“Shizu-chan should take responsibility, after all, it’s all his fault,” Izaya quips back, turning to press a smirk into Shizuo’s neck.

“Youbetter take responsibility,” Shizuo grumbles, pressing his still raging erection against Izaya’s backside in case he’d somehow forgotten about it.

Unlikely.

“But I’m tired,” Izaya whines pathetically, and Shizuo half kind of wants to drown him again. “Shizu-chan’s torture was relentless!”

Shizuo chuckles at that, the deep sound vibrating through his chest and into Izaya’s back.

“Surprised you just didn’t slip it in mid torture,” Izaya lilts with his usually vulgarity and yeah Shizuo should definitely drown him.

“Too tired,” Shizuo deadpans, “you do some work flea.”

“Heh, be careful what you wish for Shizu-chan.”

They end up in bed, barely dry as Izaya’s swallows down Shizuo’s cock like a man starving. Shizuo’s exhausted, splayed out on the bed as he hovers blissfully between the edge of sleep and the pleasure of Izaya’s hot mouth wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for him to come. Not long until he’s body is shaking apart and he’s calling Izaya’s name. He trembles as Izaya sucks him dry of every, last, drop.

Shizuo feels hazy, his skin hypersensitive from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s drifting off to sleep, Izaya snuggling in beside him and pulling the blanket up.

“Shizu-chan has tomorrow off, right?” Izaya asks innocently, and Shizuo thinks he brushes his hand through the flea’s hair but he’s not quite sure in his half-awake daze.

“Yeah.”

“Will Shizu-chan make me breakfast?”

Shizuo’s eyes are slipping closed again, the sight of Izaya tucked under his arm and snuggling into his neck the last thing he sees.

“Yeah flea,” he’s mumbling in his sleep, “do … anything…”

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dangerous liaisons.

♡ summary — Some part of you, the childish part, the stubborn part, when his calm gaze found yours from across a sea of unfamiliar faces, from trolleys and cereal aisles, even with the lies and deceit and heartbreak, relief washed over his strained expression in an instant, as to convey a wordless I thought I almost lost you, wanted it to mean something. Just this once.

wherein, caught in a game of hearts, you think you've always understood what it means to love.

♡ pairing — lee know x gender neutral reader.

♡ genre — angst + eventual explicit mature content.

♡ alternatively — to sum it up..a really unconventional take on rich kid tropes. sort of enemies to lovers???

♡ type — series.

♡ note — please comment or send me asks off anon if you want to be added to the tag list!!! also please read the prologue or this chapter won’t make sense.

♡ based on — les liaisons dangereuses by pierre choderlos de laclos and shakespeare's the taming of the shrew and the song ‘heroes’ by david bowie

♡ music inspiration (I recommend you listen to heighten the reading experience) ➝ paris concerto viii in D minor rn 127: III Allegro, dangerous liasons by fara effect.

chapters will be added on a spontaneous schedule (bst) 💖

Prologue. 1.

The most difficult part of growing up is coming to realise the separation between one's parent and their status of being not just a parent, but a faulty person.

Minho used to have this glorified image of his father, a perfect man with a perfect job and a perfect family. In his head, just like any other child's, his father was incapable of doing wrong. He was this metahuman man who pinned his kiddish drawings to the fridge and as he grew older, provided him with a necessary doze of tough love, pushed him beyond his limits to become the man he was when he was Minho's age. So even if the expense was taking on absurd amount of stress, the young man concluded that it was all worth it if he could live up to his superhero's expectations.

Until one day...his whole world had come crashing down.

But see, it’s all good. Lee Minho has the idea of balance embedded into every fibre of his being. In other words, he is particularly vengeful when he wills himself to be. Especially in stances he grew to let his anger get the best of him. And really...in the long run, this very temperament of his was practically engineered to be the root of his demise.

Not once did it fail to reduce him to someone who failed to apply reason when it was most necessary. What was it — an awful argument with his father about how he'd simply never amount to anything or that he'd found the only person he'd looked up to was conforming to the whims of adultery for a girl just a few years older than his son? Or rather, it was just those little frustrations accumulating into an enormous ball of rage inside his belly, he was sure he'd simply explode at the seams had it not come to this.

A part of Minho knew that the niggling inside his chest upon hearing half assed excuses his father provided for his absence at the anniversary party was not a resultant of needless doubts. And yet, when he turned the winery's knob, he'd hoped to God that it would be locked from the outside, that he could go back and conclude the strange cluttering as something simply misheard.

But the lock turned effortlessly. And there was no difficulty to realise what the detestable sight entailed.

Who was this very man to lecture Minho on morality and deservedness? If he didn’t know any better, he’d have swung right at that bastard then and there.

But Minho’s resolve lingered.

He hadn't had the heart to upset his mum. Not when her toothy smile made a rare appearance as a consequence of them finally getting along, even if they both simply were trying to make her happy.

Minho's mother had always been of that design. Even when he was little, he sensed that he always needed to protect her. Her heart was too big. And the world was too harsh.

What was worse, therefore, was the possibility that she'd known all along, suppressed her desperations for her son's sake, for the life he has, for everything he aspires to be. How ironic would it be if he was the cause of her hurt when he had desired to prevent it all along?

Whatever it was, however it was, he was going to give her back everything she'd lost.

And what better way was to seek vengeance than to injure what matters to them the most?

"What? You don't think I'll do it?"

Minho pressed his palm against the fogged up glass. It felt cool under his skin, just a haze of red where the party goers' faces appeared only to be a fuzzy image. No, that wouldn't do it. A layer of perspiration gathered on his digits as he swiped his line of vision clean.

And there you were, awkwardly holding up a glass to your lips to hide a goofy smile whilst the homewrecker in question, wrapped her lengthy arm around your shoulder. He was in luck, he mused, because he already knew you were siblings.

It was going to be a piece of cake.

"I don't know—" Han sighed, pegging that this was just one of those funny things Minho said when he lost his temper. Completely unbeknownst to the latter being dead fucking serious, in faint disinterest for the chat, he examined a strange looking liquid he was harbouring in his wine glass, not red enough. Too much water. "Will you?" It sounded like a challenge to Minho, an extension of his previous scoff followed by Minho unveiling his plan. Which was rather simple and not to mention, bordering along stereotypical nonsense, he was going to break your heart. He was going to take something from her just as she had from him. An eye for an eye. Tit for tat. Measure for measure. You name it.

There was not a speck of doubt in his mind pertaining to the department of success.

When your squinted gaze met his elevated one, just for a second, as if to check if Minho was really staring, thoroughly amused, he chuckled.

"With pleasure."

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Our Secrets, Pt. 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Massive amounts of SMUT

A/N: This is the follow up to my No Secrets series.

“I swear, Tony. I got nothing.” You sat on the chair in the living room. Stark stared at you hard. His face became comical. You giggled. “If I were to guess, I would say you’re thinking about how to put a margarita blender in your suit.”

His head dropped to one side. “Really?”

“Told you. Nothing.” You waved your hands around your head. “I’m not hearing you.”

‘But still me?�� Bucky sat beside you, studying every bit of your face. Your eyes shifted to him and you nodded. His right hand slid over and clasped yours. “So, you agree? She’s good to come home?”

Tony looked down to your joined hands. “Sure you don’t want the privacy?” Bucky scowled at him. His hands raised in surrender. “Just saying. Yeah, yeah. Come on home.”

“I’d like to run full tests back at the lab.” Bruce added.

“Sure.” You smiled. All of his tests would be fine if it meant moving back to the Compound.

“Alright.” Tony looked around. “We’ll see you back home. Take your time packing up.”

Bucky followed the two men to the door, closing the door after they left. He watched them pull out of the drive. “You really can’t hear them?”

“Bruce scared the shit out of me. I swear. I can’t.” You tucked your feet under you. “Is it okay that I can still hear you?”

A soft smile touched his lip. “Doll, I’ve got nothing to hide from you anymore. It don’t bother me at all, kinda like it.”

He joined you on the sofa, pulling you close. “Steve will be here soon.”

“I wonder if I’ll still be able to hear him too.” You picked at the seam on your leggings.

‘Boy if you can’t, he’s going to be so jealous.’ He mentally chuckled. ‘I will so make fun of him behind his back.’

“Bucky!” You laughed. His fingers found your ticklish spots. As you wriggled, he pulled you onto his lap. Your lips found his, despite the smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. His hand circled the back of your neck as his tongue slid over your bottom lip. His kisses felt divine.

The coolness of his left hand bled through your leggings as he slid his hand toward the warmth of your core. Bucky’s tongue danced along yours. Melting into him, you curled your body against his hard muscle. Breathing deep, the scent of his skin, the scent of his hair, filled your senses.

‘Mmm. Feel so good, Doll. I love this.’ Bucky’s thoughts purred over your mind, melting your insides. Shifting you until you straddled his lap, he pulled you close rocking his hardness up against the heat of your core. Your nails lightly scraped along his scalp. ‘Fuck yes.’

You tightened your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back and running your mouth against the edge of his jaw. His whole body tightened. Your teeth nipped the cord of his neck under his ear. His hips rutted up, fingers digging into your hips.

“Don’t know whether it’s unfair or a blessing that you can know just what gets my motor running.” He groaned, voice deep and thick with desire. “But fuck, Doll, keep going.”

You smirked, pulling back enough to look into his heavy lidded blue eyes. “I say we’re on pretty even ground. With those senses of yours, you read my body like a book.”

His hand slid up your ribs as the corner of his mouth turned up. “Well,” his hands squeezed your breasts momentary before he lifted your shirt over your head. Quickly his hands returned to massage your tits, thumb and forefinger easily finding your nipple through your bralette. Your breath caught as he pinched and pulled with just the right pressure. “You are beautiful to watch.”

‘Sure is.’

You chuckled, whispering into Bucky’s ear. “Turns out I can still hear Steve too.”

“Oh really?” He breathed, his wet mouth painting kisses across your neck.

“He’s watching us.”

Bucky suddenly pulled you higher, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking on you through the lace. Your back arched, as gasp escaping your lips. His right hand slapped your lycra covered ass hard enough for a loud crack to fill the room. You shook, gripping his hair harder.

‘Holy shit.’

“Yes!” You growled out. Bucky’s mouth moved to the other nipple. His hand came down hard again.

Crack! You cried out, back bowed.

“You smell amazing.” Bucky rumbled. “What do you want, Doll?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Bucky teeth tugged at your nipple. “Oh shit. I need you both to fuck me.”

‘Hell yes, sweetheart.’

Footsteps sounded behind you. Steve’s hands wrapped around your upper arms, placing wet kisses on the back of your neck. You moaned. “Welcome home, Stevie.”

‘God, I’ve missed you. Love.’ But he just growled outwardly.

Bucky let you go, laying back on the sofa cushions. “D’you hear our girl gets to come home?”

Steve froze. “No. What’s changed?”

“Now?” You huffed, glaring at Bucky. “You want to talk about that now?”

He only smiled, rocking his hard cock against you as Steve let you go.

“Sweetheart?”

Bucky smiled like the cat with the cream. “She couldn’t hear Bruce, Tony neither.” Steve look horrified for a moment. Bucky’s smile widened. “She can still hear you and me, though.”

‘Really?’

“Yes.” You looked up and over your shoulder to where Steve stood. “I don’t know why.”

“She gets to come home, but we’ve still got our special girl.” Bucky grinned. ‘Our loving, luscious, sexy, kinky, little angel.’

‘Thank fucking god.’ Steve smiled back at Bucky. “Then we best give her what she wants.” He pulled you off Bucky’s lap and carried you off to the bedroom. His face tucked into your hair. ‘You’re going to come so hard, Love. We’re gonna fill you up.’

Bucky beat the two of you to the bedroom. When Steve set you on your feet, Bucky had peeled off his shirt, kicked off his boots and unfastened his jeans. “Cm’here, Doll. You’re wearing way too much.”

You pulled off the bralette as Bucky pushed your leggings over your hips. He dropped to one knee, helping you step out of them. Kissing his way up your thigh, he lifted your left leg to place your foot on the side of the bed. Steve steadied you with his large hands on your breasts, his teeth nipped at your shoulder. You looked down just as Bucky buried his face between your legs.

The contrast of his rough stubble, soft lips and powerful tongue had you leaning back against Steve for support. Bucky groaned a your taste, devouring you without hesitation. His tongue slipped between your folds. Lips suckled upon your clit. After a moment he smiled up at you, face glistening with your slick, before diving in again.

“Holy shit.” You shook. One hand twisted in his hair. Your other hand rose to find Steve’s. He nipped and licked the sensitive spot on your neck behind your ear. He rutted his hard cock against your ass, pushing you into Bucky.

“Did you miss us, sweetheart?” Steve breathed in your ear.

“Yes,” you sighed.

“Missed you, too.” Steve growled, biting down on your flesh. His hand cupped your face and you captured his finger, sucking upon it. ‘Want that mouth. So pretty.’

“Steve, step up here and let me taste you.” You swayed when he left your back, but Bucky grabbed you by the ass and held you in place.

Standing on the bed, naked and glorious, Steve held himself out for you. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he pushed in your mouth, to the back of your throat. ‘Fuck, yes’ You moved slow at first, sucking and rolling your tongue. ‘Yes. Shit. More. Yes.’ Steve fought not to snap his hips.

Bucky slipped his fingers into your cunt, pumping hard against the perfect spot. Your legs shook and you moaned. He stood, holding you up. “Gonna come for me, beautiful?” You whined. Steve’s hips snapped, pushing deep. The damn broke. White heat burst out forth. Body shaking. You flooded over Bucky’s hand.

“That’s my girl.” He purred.

Steve laid back on the bed, beckoning you forward with a gesture and wicked smile. Crawling up on the bed, you nuzzled his chest and lapped at his nipples. He pulled you up, kissing you hard. Your hand stroked him. He nipped your lip.

“Do you want me to swallow you down?” You murmured against his lips.

‘Fuck. Love. Yes.’

Sliding back down his body, just before your mouth fell upon his cock, you felt Bucky’s fingers slip over your sex. You glanced over your shoulder to see him kneeling behind you and stare at where your bodies met. The head of his cock, pushed in. ‘Oh shit, that’s good.’

You took Steve into your mouth, senses on overload. The smell of him. The taste. The weight of his cock. Bucky’s cock filling you, pounding into you. His fingers digging into your hips. The sound of their growls and pants.

‘Yes. Love. So good.’

‘Fuck. Doll. So wet. So warm.’

The three of you easily fell into a heated rhythm. Bodies moving together. Sensations building. Heat flooded your core. You’re muscles quivered. Steve’s fingers wound tightly in your hair. Spit slicked his shaft, dripped over his balls. He rocked up, so close. You panted, on the edge. Bucky’s pace quickened, growing rougher.

“Love, ah, yes.” Steve gritted his teeth, coming hard. You swallowed him down, relishing as his body twitched and clenched under your touch.

As soon as Steve pulled you free of his cock by your hair, a feral growl left Bucky’s chest as he slammed into you at a brutal pace. You cried out, overtaken, overwhelmed, blindsided by your orgasm. Bucky pushed deep, emptying himself, causing you both to fall forward.

‘Holy shit.’ Bucky’s forehead pressed into your back.

Steve’s hand cupped your face. ‘Holy shit, so beautiful.’

You rubbed your nose against Steve’s chest, trying to catch your breath. You chuckled. “You know you two use the same expletives. It’s so cute.”

‘Not cute.’

‘Anything but cute.’

You laughed hard, drowning in the heat of them, covered in sweat and sex, happier than you’d ever been.

Natasha strode down the hall toward you with a serious look on her face. Your smile faded when her frown deepened. Bucky and Steve walked behind you with arms full of your stuff, but Steve shifted his burden so he could take the rucksack you were carrying.

“Good to see you home.” Nat stepped close and gave you a quick hug. “Too bad it couldn’t be a smooth transition.”

“Why? What’s happened?” Steve asked.

“Tucker, from the Intel Security Committee, is here.” Nat sighed. “It’s bullshit, but he’s basically saying until you’re vetted out again any op you’re on will be suspect.”

‘Crap.’ Steve huffed out a breath behind you.

Bucky’s silence did nothing to hide his tirade from you. ‘Are you kidding me? Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? He comes at you, Doll, and I’ll break all his bones. Slowly.’

“What are we talking about? Bruce was going to do a full exam anyway.” You asked.

Nat shrugged. “Not a clue. I’m supposed to bring you up to the conference room as soon as you got here.”

‘Fuckers.’

“Why don’t you follow us. We’ll drop off Y/N’s stuff and go up together.” Steve sounded calm. ‘Not leaving you alone, Love. Ain’t happening.’

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devendrasbeard · 3 years

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Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

Prompt: Gwent / Games Relationships: Eskel/Yennefer of Vengerberg Rating: E Content Warnings: Switch Eskel, Casual Sex, Pegging, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: Just two workmates playing Gwent after closing the bar for the night. Things get heated and escalate quickly once it turns out Yennefer is a way better player than Eskel, who loves this game more than anything. Also on ao3!

Another day at The Red Dragon came to an end. Yennefer closed up the last two customers and locked the bar's door after they've left. She poured herself a shot of tequila - a little reward to wait for her till she's done with counting the money and washing the countertops.

The rustling of boxes and clanking of metal barrels from the back room made her sigh and roll her eyes. Eskel appeared in the door, carrying one keg propped on his massive shoulder and rolling another one on the floor. Being over six feet four and with a physique of a bodybuilder, he was definitely a sight to behold, but the whole "look at how much stuff I can carry at once" gig was too much of a show off by Yennefer's standards.

"You're really gonna replace the kegs at 2am now? Leave that for tomorrow and help me with the tables."

"Triss says rolling the kegs kills her back, and I'm not working this weekend, so..." Eskel shrugged and duck under the counter to replace the barrel.

"Oh," Yen raised one eyebrow. "What are you up to that's more interesting than sitting in a pub full of drunk people on a Saturday night?"

"I'm only gonna tell you if you promise me not to laugh." He peeked at her from under the counter. "And don't tell Geralt."

That sparked some interest in Yen. It could be either something extremely dumb or something illegal. Or both. She stood above him with her arms crossed and gave him a questioning look. "I can promise not to tell the Wolf, but as for the other part... well..."

Eskel huffed, having replaced both kegs, and wiped his hands on the towel lying at the counter. "Fair enough. I'm taking part in a Gwent tournament."

"What is it with you guys and Gwent?" Yennefer groaned and moved to clean the tables.

"It's fun, plus you can win some good money there - it's part of this bigger fantasy con..."

"You're really taking part in that circle jerk for nerds?" Yen interrupted him and made a scrawny face. "Nothing more boring than sitting around, throwing some cards on the table and letting other nerds cream themselves over them. But whatever drives your fancy, I guess."

"You only say that cause you haven't played with me yet." Eskel smiled at her, that big scar across his cheek stretching a little.

Yennefer rolled her eyes again. "I am sure I would still hate it."

"I could show you some tricks, or explain some of the best strategies to you..." Eskel started, a spark of excitement already in his eye.

"Alright, alright, I'll play with you one day." Yen raised her hands. "Now just shut up and help me with the cleaning."

"We could play after we're done with work," Eskel wiggled his brows.

"Please tell me you do not carry your cards around with you," Yennefer made a wry face.

Eskel grabbed his backpack and dangled it on one finger in front of Yen's eyes. "I actually do."

Yennefer groaned and moved to place the chair's on the tables, making space for Eskel to start mopping the floors. "Fine," she let out a resigned huff. "I'll play with you after we're done, just... Stop talking for now."

*****

The bar was clean and ready for Triss and Yen to open the next day, so they moved to the office in the back room. It was a pretty spacious place, with two desks, where Geralt, Eskel's brother and their boss at the same time, kept all their paperwork, invoices and such. At the far wall they have made a little social space for the employees - they brought in a comfortable couch to sit at, a round wooden table with three chairs and a small cabinet with a mini fridge and a microwave.

Eskel pushed a stray strand of dark hair from his forehead and rummaged around his backpack. He pulled out three different decks of Gwent cards, making Yennefer snort at the sight of it.

"Never thought you'd be such a nerd." She stuck her tongue out in a mocking gesture, but Eskel let it slide, his head already focused on the game.

"Okay, so you can pick your faction from these cards - I have Nilfgaard, monsters..."

"Just gimme any and let's be done with this!" Yennefer snatched the deck out of his hand and sat at the table.

Eskel sat across from her. He went through his cards with a very serious look on his face and then looked up at Yennefer. He raised his eyebrows with a playful smile. "Hey, do you want to spice it up? Like, play Strip Gwent?"

He was ready to hear a mocking comment or being straight up laughed at, but no, Yennefer leaned back in her chair and took in the sight of him. There was a spark in her eyes that made Eskel feel very naked and very small. She propped her hands on her knees, sitting up wide and grinned.

"So, here are the rules." She moved straight to business, like always, and Eskel was so ready to play. "Whoever loses a round, takes a piece of clothing off. Jewelry, piercings don't count. Pair of shoes, pair of socks - it all counts as one item. Deal?"

"Let's play." Eskel grinned and took an eyeful of her. His eyes moved down from her face to that tight T-Shirt with the bar's logo, now covered with a light leather jacket, and down to the ripped jeans. This was going to be an easy win and he was up for a delicious prize.

*****

Forty-five minutes later they were still sitting at the table, Eskel sporting only his boxer shorts and shoes, while Yennefer took just her leather jacket off. She was grinning like a mad witch and purposely fixing her eyes on Eskel's pecs.

"I don't understand." He huffed. "You said you didn't know how to play."

"Society would've been so advanced already, if only men listened carefully to women." Yennefer sighed, not without a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I never said I didn't know how to play, I said I hated the game. And now I really hope you'll put up a show for me, taking those boxers off." She smiled playfully, placing her last card on the table.

"Fuck, lost by two points!" Eskel hid his face in his hands, only to look up at her a moment later, a menacing grin on his face. "But, well played, here's your prize then."

He circled the table, his pace calm but steady. With a swift move of his strong arms, he turned Yennefer's chair away from the table and stood between her wide spread legs, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. She looked at him, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, not even trying to fake disinterest anymore. Her lilac eyes were on fire and taking in every little detail of Eskel's physique being proudly presented in front of her.

She licked her lips as her gaze wandered from his face and down across his broad heavy chest, adorned with thick dark hair. He had two swallows tattooed right under his collarbones and also sported a nipple ring, that Yennefer was immediately drawn to. His abs were a marvel, like chiseled in stone, his hip bones sporting another tattoo - this time of a poison ivy. A patch of thick black hair was poking out of his boxers, and she could already see the outline of his dick perfectly. Yennefer was more than ready to start another game.

"You've still got your shoes on... So if you want to back out of it, here's your last chance." Yennefer said firmly, at the same time looking Eskel deep in the eyes and dragging a finger along the seam of his boxers.

Eskel swallowed audibly, feeling a shiver down his spine and the familiar heat coiling in his groin. He let out a heavy breath and launched himself at Yen, slotting their lips in a heated kiss. He felt her hands on his ass, slowly sneaking beneath the fabric to take a handful of his flesh. In a swift move she slid his boxers off and broke the kiss off for a moment to gaze down at his already hardened cock. "I'm starting to think you've had all of this planned out," she smiled, licking her lips. "But since you have this in store for me, I don't really mind."

Yennefer wasn't small, but Eskel still had to bend over to kiss her, so he lifted her up and made her wrap her legs around his waist. Her sweet breath in his mouth was already driving him crazy and he moved a few steps forward, laying her down on the table where they played just a few moments before.

She broke the kiss off almost immediately, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him away playfully. "If anyone's gonna be splayed on that table, it's gonna be you, big boy."

That sent a jolt of arousal straight down to Eskel's cock. He hasn't slept with a woman in quite a long time, being mostly interested in dudes, so the perspective of being bossed around by Yen made him shiver with anticipation. He locked a finger under her chin, pulling her up for another deep kiss, and then he bend over on the little table. "Go on, take me then."

*****

Eskel was on the couch on all fours, his head hanging low between his shoulders, heated gasps of pleasure escaping his pressed lips. Beads of sweat were forming along his spine, running up his back and wetting his already damp dark hair. Yennefer was sat comfortably behind him, still in her clothes, two fingers hooked inside his hole, her long fingernails grazing against his prostate. Every move of her lanky digits made Eskel moan and whine and throw his head up. His cock was painfully hard and leaking, but every time he reached for it, Yen swatted his hand away.

"Do you want me to take you apart, baby?" She cooed right into his ear, one hand massaging the small of his back, the other still hooked inside him. Eskel only nodded fervently and let out a long moan. Yennefer clicked her tongue. "Needy."

She reached for her bag and took out a simple but beautifully crafted metal dildo and weighed it in her hand long enough for Eskel to notice it. It was mirror polished, slightly curved like a bow, with perfectly round balls on both ends. Eskel swallowed hard, his voice coarse, "You carry that stuff around in your purse?"

"You never know when unexpected pleasure strikes," Yennefer laughed a pearly laugh. "And it gives my purse a mean swing when I need to knock a bastard down."

"You are an incredible woman," Eskel looked at her from behind his shoulder. "Now would you please stick it in me?"

The weight and pressure of the dildo was just perfect, hitting all the right spots inside Eskel. He tried rocking back and forth a little, along with Yennefer's movements, and it send waves of pleasure down his spine and right to his cock whenever the heavy round ball grazed against his prostate. His cock was already leaking a constant thin streak of precome and he was aching for a sweet release.

"Yen, I really need to come," he breathed, his flushed face pressed into the fabric of the sofa.

"Not till I got my pleasure," Yennefer mused and stood up, taking the dildo out. "C'mon, sit up."

She got rid of her T-shirt and jeans quickly, revealing a matching set of underwear, that was, surprisingly for Eskel, in a baby pink shade. Both the bra and panties had an intricate pattern of criss crossed satin straps, making the pieces look more like armor than underwear. Eskel swallowed thickly and ran a hand along Yen's features, caressing her side, hooking one playful finger at the seam of her panties. He looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting her lilac gaze, both equally dark with lust, and she shook her head, tipping his head up by the chin.

"I'm not stripping today," she said flatly and climbed over him, standing above his face, tangling her fingers in his hair. "You can get a taste, though."

Eskel gave her a little lick over the thin lace and satin fabric and could already taste her wetness. A little whimper left her lips and she propped her arm on the wall, her other hand grabbing Eskel's hair more firmly. He pressed kisses to her inner thighs and then again to her wet cunt, holding her by her firm buttocks, so she wouldn't fall over.

Eskel was good with his mouth. All his previous lovers could confirm that and Yennefer was no different. It took him only a few minutes to have her writhing above his head, her thighs shaking, her hand tangled painfully in his hair, as his tongue darted in and out of her sweet heat. She tasted like gooseberries and candy and Eskel found himself a bit addicted to the taste. But he couldn't wait to feel that welcoming heat around his dick, so he dared to make a move, grabbing Yennefer firmly by the hips and lowering her down, so she was sat in his lap.

She kissed him, a hard feverish kiss, her eyes on fire and her cheeks flushed a gorgeous deep pink. And then she just moved her panties to the side and slid down on his cock. The sensation of her tight slick cunt taking him in fully send Eskel very close to the edge. He threw his head back with a groan, only to jolt forward in the next moment and bury his face between Yen's breasts.

She moved up and down at a steady pace, her gaze focused on Eskel, both hands tangled in his hair. Eskel put his arms around her and started fumbling with the clasps of her bra, only to be swatted away.

"What, you won't even show me your tits?" He asked, with only a bit of disappointment in his voice.

"Nope." Yennefer's tone was firm, although her voice was already strained, interrupted with breathy huffs. "I won the game, so now we play by my rules."

In response, Eskel bucked his hips up to draw an especially long and needy moan out of her. Yen propped her forehead on his chest, breathing heavily.

"I'm tired, you move now."

He didn't need anymore prompting - Eskel just stood up, holding her thighs in a firm grip, driving into her with all the energy he had. Yennefer grabbed onto his shoulders, her long fingernails digging painfully into his flesh, and she pressed their faces together to steal one more heated kiss from him.

Eskel moved faster, each thrust of his hips hitting a sweet spot inside Yennefer's cunt, making her moan and wail like a little cat. He looked at her face - the cold and indifferent facade was long gone, replaced by watery, pleading eyes, flushed cheeks and wet lips parted in a very obscene way - and it send him over the edge.

His orgasm hit him like a wave, making him grasp at Yen's thighs even harder, drawing a hiss out of her mouth and making her bite his lip. Her quivering thighs and her pussy clenching so hard on his dick were signs Yen was very close too, so despite his tiredness and fuzzy feeling in his bones, he drove into her a few more times, causing her to make the most beautiful crying sound Eskel has ever heard.

After they dropped back onto the couch, Yennefer patted his thigh lightly, brushed her tangled hair off her face, sighed. "I still hate Gwent."

Eskel laughed. "And I still need you to not tell Geralt about any of this."

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@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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I Didn't Know This Was A Date

You end up on a date unknowingly.

Masterlist

Warnings:Adult situations +18 ,Smut ,Masturbation ,Swearing

A/n: So I'm basing Clark's confidence issues on my own, I'm either overconfident and cocky or have absolutely none whatsoever and can got from one to the other in seconds. I have nothing against Lois as a character but I do think she is spoiled and a little selfish I don't want to make her mean and turn her into the typical rival, but at the same time I could see her getting a little too wrapped up in the whole hero thing and I am 99.9% sure that if they broke up she would find it hard accepting him moving on.

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters

I Didn't Know This Was A Date

You quickly cut across the field to your little blue farm house, heart racing as you replayed his words over and over. Squealing girlishly. Wow he was hot, soo hot and sweet he seemed shy but he definitely knew he was attractive. Shit this was so crazy but you trusted him. Martha had told you lots about her Clark, that he was shy and been raised a true gentleman, he was kind and it sometimes caused him problems smart, gentle and loving a true catch by the sound of it.

He had seemed all these things and more, you scaled the steps to your house running straight to the master bedroom pulling out a pink medium sized suitcase before gathering clothes you'd need, then your essentials pajamas underwear, make up bag and a hair kit. Finally you came to the dress you would wear on the night you smiled you would look stunning if you did say so yourself. After deliberating packing then repacking you looked up at the clock nine pm sighing you decided it was time for a shower then bed. Making your way to the bath room you were flooded with thoughts anticipating what was to come.

You debated on weather to epilate, honestly you couldn't be bothered but decided it would be best to just in case anything did happen between you a the blue eyed hottie. You quickly washed your hair epilating your legs then shaved tidying up the apex of your thighs a little not that it needed much doing to it, it was your legs you never bothered with. You couldn't help but moan as you used the shower head to rinse yourself,rocking forward as the spray hit your sensitive clit biting your lip as you imagined him there with you, a burning hand pushing you back against the cool tiles pinning you with one hand on your ribs fingers splayed almost covering your whole rib cage, you size kink was well and truly activated by the hulk of a man you hummed imagining how he would use his size and strength to hold you still ,use it to man handle you, manipulate you into any position, to fuck you anyway he saw fit weather you liked it or not.

You thought about how he navigate the shower head between your open legs forcing the spray on your heated core, angling it to graze you swollen clit. FUCK. You grunted head falling back to the wall widening your feet letting the warm water hit your bundle of nerves mouth open panting as you lost yourself in the fantasy, he'd tease you moving the water in small circles the back and forth letting it caress you from your ass all the way up to your tender clit leaning over you, crowding you with his huge form.

You shivered you wouldn't be able to escape, not even if you wanted to, his piercing blue eyes would be all you saw as you managed to open your eyes mewling softly , he'd have to audacity to still look a little shy as he toyed with you. Finally he'd let his hand slip down your body dragging the pads of his heated fingers in slow patterns, your hand followed as you held your eyes close imagining he was there instead, he would ghost them along your seam slow, prying your lips apart, but once he opened you up he wouldn't waste time spearing you with one then two digits stretching you, tormenting your walls as his thick fingers easing their way inside you crooking them forward scissoring them trying to prepare you for his cock, he would move slow at first then fast forcing you into a sudden climax.

"AH OH FUCK YES C-Clark shit hah!~" you cried out his name as you came across your own hand bucking and twisting as you held the water firm on your erect clit the whole time panting hard as you came down finally pulling the water away for a few moments the cursing as you returned it to wash away your mess that still clung to you.

Clark laid in bed his jaw clenched growling trying to keep quiet not wanting to disturb his mom, erect cock in hand furiously pumping it, he'd been at this now for nearly half an hour, the same as you. In this moment he didn't know if his super hearing was a gift or curse. He could hear you, crying out for him as you fucked yourself in your bed across the field, he could even hear the fucking vibrator be turned up a notch as you cried out high and desperately for him once again panting and groaning.

Fuck that was good but something tells you that once you get to bed you’d be forcing another few climax's out of yourself over him tonight.

He grunted as he closed his eyes concentrating on the soft whimpers he had half a mind to go over there and fuck you properly, pin you down and force feed you his cock....not that there would be any forcing from the sounds of it you'd be happy to oblige. That toy wouldn't compare to anything he could Would do to you, fuck you'd be so tight for him, even with how wet you'd be he'd have to be careful not to hurt you, that's not to say he would be gentle. No. He would be delicate enough not to break bones or tear you but that was about it.

He grunted tightening his fist until, it was slightly painful, just the way he liked it. He always put his pain kink down to the fact he couldn't ever really get hurt, he was indestructible, the man of steel, but when he first discovered this as a teen he thought he was weird for enjoying it so much, strange that he would get off faster if his sensitive erect cock was pinched and pulled at or squeezed painfully tight.

It then developed into a size kink, wanting to find the smallest woman he could that would give him that delicious pain and pleasure mix that he craved. He grunted biting his other hand as he panted harshly hearing you begin to come undone again moaning out for him, thinking about him.

He groaned throwing his head back hearing you finally come down from your high panting laughing a little hoarse from your screams, you'd be more than hoarse when he finally finished with you, you'd loose your voice completely after he hung your face off the side of the bed and plowed your throat he gave one final harsh pinch with the side of his thumb and pointer finger imagining breaching your cervix and came the hardest he thinks he ever has jerking his hips seeing stars for a second, he was so lost in his orgasm he thought he was going to fall out of bed.

He wondered what you was imagining, if it was the same as him, he could see it now him standing up right with you folded in half before him, hooking your bent leg over his arms as he pulled them up to your sides knees nearly at your armpits as he pulled them back, facing away from him as his hands threaded together cupping behind your neck holding your entire weight on his forearm as he pulled and pushed Into you pounding away

You'd cry and moan for him, begging him to slow down as it was to much, he wouldn't tho he'd just tell you to enjoy the ride and fuck you until you felt him for days, stuffing your tight little cunt full until you'd struggle trying to get away from him, it'd be impossible tho, you wont get away until he decided to let you which was unlikely, not until he floods your tiny pussy, even then he knew it wont be just the once, no it normally took four or five rounds to empty his balls and you'd be getting the full dose each time, weather it was down your throat, in your cunt or across your tits if he played his cards right he hoped he could spend himself in that prefect peach of an ass either way you was getting all of it.

"Oh-fuck yes yes fuck baby so tiny and tight for me fuckfuck fuck that's it ugh!"He came in thick powerful ropes, thankfully he had angled himself up towards his chest when he finished not getting any on the sheets cumming across his stomach and chest instead, he was a little shocked as a few drops had made it to his collar bone.

He was frustrated and hurt when he came here today, wanting his moms advice on how to get over Lois and now he was happy and for the first time in a long time hopeful, he could definitely see himself with you but didn't want to rush, he was finding peace with the fact that he had been falling out of love with Lois for a long time, all she seemed to go on about now was the next article she could write about Superman even going so far as to 'accidentally' fall out of a moving car into oncoming speeding traffic so she could,write about how she was saved. That particular one had made him very angry.

He panted resting an arm across his closed eyes catching his breath as his cock finally seemed sated for now, he listened he could hear the relaxed heartbeat of his mother he hadn't woke her which was good, he was embarrassed being caught as a teen and he would hate it even more now. He turned his head a little listening out for you he was greeted with you moaning drowsily about drenched sheets then a few moments later light snores you was out like a light.

He chuckled you'd fucked yourself into a coma just for him. He smiled moving his arm from his eyes a relief flowed through him. His mom was right you did like him, he might just be good enough for you after all, he was going to try and win your heart over the next week, determined to make Saturdays party you first time together he exhaled content tucking himself back into his boxers then made for the bathroom to clean himself up flushing the toilet roll away when he finished making his way back to bed hands behind his head.

Bottom line she wanted him to be superman day and night,she even started calling him Kal when not in the office. Then there was the sex now he wasn't against role play in the bedroom, quite the opposite but it would be nice to hear his name every once in a while, his human name the one he has grown up with and as for using his powers he didn't mind occasionally but they aren't toys or party tricks, it got exhausting, he sees being superman as a job in itself, but it was a job Lois never gave him time off of, he drew the line when he found it hard to relax and just be himself that was when he new he had to call it off.

He nearly lost who he was to a symbol of hope, he knew if that happened he would have grown to hate superman and everything it stood for which could only end in disaster. The whole situation had been weighing him down for the best part of a year as he tried to deny it, putting the break up off willing her to change and when she didn't he finally called it quits and has felt guilty ever since, until today that is.

After meeting you today and getting them nervous flutters in his stomach again he felt nothing but relief over it, he knew it was the right thing to do, this is what it should feel like, light and happy, care free and warm. For the first time in what felt like years he fell asleep with a smile across his face.

All day there had been casually flirting on both parts which gave him hope that you was interested in more then just a quick fuck still tho it was torture watching other men giving you looks and not being able to do anything ,you laughed a little nervous as he leaned in over the table as you waited for your food.

The next evening you found yourself in a quaint little diner near Clark’s apartment for dinner after spending the day exploring the city. Clark couldn't take his eyes off you, you were stunning dressed in a floral print button up shirt that you had tied in the front showing a small patch of skin of your tummy and high waist light blue jeans showing off your curves , he groaned inwardly the jeans were like a second skin cupping your ass perfectly your hair was down and you had spent most of the day tucking it behind your ears, a nervous habit he assumed.

"So Ma said you moved here four months ago bit of a jump what ,made you decide to come all this way?"

"Well my parents were separated , my mum was well-to put it bluntly she was like Lois, she wanted my dad to be something he's not and she destroyed him constantly chasing her version of perfection without any care to how unhappy she was making him in the end it drove him into a deep depression. One day he had a wake up call and threw her out he tried divorcing her but she wouldn't sigh the papers she kept trying to make his life worse didn't want him to move on she used me as an excuse to keep hanging around...Dad was well off I think that's the reason she wouldn't leave. When he passed away mum was left hardly anything even our housekeeper got more then she did, he really fucked her over for the hell she put him through. After the will was settled she kept harassing me for money and the house each week another sob story and another amount. One time I felt sorry for her and let her in she got me drunk and tried to make me give her the deeds for safe keeping that was the last straw after that I started searching online and after about a week I found the farm house It needed a lot of work doing to it but I liked that... I fell in love with it and put in an offer straight away. Three weeks later I was on the plane" he blinked it was a little sad you ran to the other side of the globe to avoid your mother.

"Wow did you ever tell her?" You shook your head

"No she came over when the the day before I left I let her in and she lost her shit screaming about where all the stuff was and I told her it had been packed she asked why and I told her that I was moving she thought i was just moving across the county she flipped when i told her I was coming to America and never coming back, she asked where but I wouldn't tell her it ended in an argument she called me a thief and said some shit then left she was just angry that I like my dad had figured her out." He looked shocked how could a mother do such a thing, but then again money is the root of most evil.

"That must have been hard"

"No not really she hadn't been in my life since I was seven when my dad threw her out and I knew what she had done to him fuck I was the one who found him when he tried-I mean it wasn't a big loss" he picked up on the correction but decided not to push it.

"So you came over here to get away?" You nodded sipping your pepsi

"Yeah in a way I should thank her its the best thing I've ever done, its strange and I still get a little confused at times as you saw with the whole,chip incident earlier but I really like it over here, smallville is wonderful and much more laid back" he smiled biting his lip as your face lit up.

"Well I for one am glad you made the move" he winked at you you giggle blushing. Busying yourself fiddling with the straw in your drink.

"So my mom? When did you meet her?" You looked up quickly.

"Oh she came over the day I moved in, I was lucky she did i was freaking out it had just sunk in that I was over here completely on my own and didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do, I had nothing to eat the trucks were held up and I couldn't figure out how to turn on the electricity I just sort of sat on the porch with my carry on luggage and broke down she came over with a peach crumble and a bottle of wine and we spent the morning on the porch eating it from the tray and she showed me the fuse box in the basement which I didn't even know the house had to turn on the electricity then went back home coming over with more wine my stuff showed up at lunch time by that time we were both a little tipsy and we have been friends ever since, she helped me sell the fields on the property to the local farmers in return I gave her the small paddock on your side of the road that came with the house. Every time I get confused, need help or if I'm bored I'll pop over to bug her" he laughed not exactly sure what to expect but honestly he didn't know what he was expecting but you getting drunk and eating crumble together wasn't a scenario he could ever have imagined.

"Yes just nice to see a girl with a healthy appetite ,don't get that much around here" you giggled a little

You were interrupted when your food arrived. He watched as you closed your eyes moaning a little at your fully loaded burger grunting at the sound a little, fuck did you have to make them noises he though as he twitched a little, you stopped looking at him staring at you

"What? Is everything okay?" He snapped out of it

"Well I've never heard him referred to like that before!"

"Yes well the bigger I get the bigger the boobs" he blushed unconsciously glance at your chest you snickered catching him as he started to eat, he enjoyed your company as you spent the time flirting and getting to know each other, you were easy to talk to and laid back, full of funny stories about your home and the differences you'd noticed being here.

He was enamored with you the whole time. He told you about his work and the different articles he had written then just out of curiosity he brought up the topic of Superman wanting to hear your views

"Superman? He's the flying one the lycra and bed sheet right?" He bellowed a laugh slapping his thigh a little.

"I'm not wrong tho am I? I suppose I think he's cool I think people should cut him some slack I mean he is doing more for others than most, leave the man alone you know?" He smiled nodding he found it refreshing to hear something other then the same old 'he should reveal himself' or the negative 'he's an alien and should go home'

"Yeah I agree, so you wouldn't want to know who he was? Or for him to reveal himself?" You leaned back in your seat then shook your head

"No honestly I'm not that interested, he saves people and that should be enough, he don't have to but he is and that shows that he is a better person then me but then again I’m lazy, as for revealing himself I think we owe it to him to let him have a bit of normality, I mean he was here his whole life, living just like one of us then suddenly one day he had to step up and kick the shit out of that other fuck nut. I feel a little sorry for him" you sighed he frowned that he hadn't heard before

"Sorry for him?" You nodded offering him some of your chips that he had been eyeing up.

"Yeah he was never really given a choice was he? One day he was normal like you and me living his life the next being called out by the freaky one with the buzz cut and lisp" he leaned forward stealing more chips fries off your plate.

"Well he did have a choice he could have stayed hidden" you scoffed

"With them holding the world as hostage, he had to think of his loved ones he must have a family and friends you can't live your whole life without having people you want to protect" he smiled wide his eyes soft, you were the complete opposite to Lois she felt like he should tell everyone who he was believing that if he proved he was one of you people would accept him more, not that most didn't but a few still held him responsible for what happened.

"So you wouldn't mind if he swooped down and took off with you?" You laughed

"To our first date?" you blushed at him not realizing he had classed this as a date but was ecstatic trying not you squeal in excitement.

"Depends, if I'm falling to my death I'd appreciate a lift, but if he did it for shits and giggles.... well there'd be more shitting then giggling I tell you that much I'm not one for heights" he roared up unable to stop the bellowing laughs from escaping

"You think I'm joking I threw up once because I wore heels.....okay I was a little drunk and the stairs were glass but that's not the point I am just uncomfortable with heights I don't even wear high heels anymore kitten heels only" he smiled shaking his head

"Gotcha no heights" he said stealing more fries off your plate making you roll your eyes.

Once you'd finished your food he lifted his glass to you, you followed suit raising your glass.

"Date? I didn't know this was a date Mr Kent?" He smiled sheepishly then cleared his throat nervously his voice wavered a bit.

"Well that's only if you want it to be?" You stared at him making him squirm a little then smiled nodding

"Yes I would like that But for the record if you'd asked me I wouldn't have turned you down" then tapped your glass with his

"R-really you would have said yes?" You smiled at his flustered expression it was strange how one moment he was confident then the next a sweet shy teddy bear, you knew it must be something to do with his ex but you was patient enough to wait it out, he has had his confidence knocked and you were determined to build it back up.

"Clark would you like to go out to dinner again tomorrow? Make it our second date" He stuttered flushing as you held on to his hand across the table then nodded smiling.

"Yes I-I'd love that" you smiled at that.

"About what?"

"So what do you think? Seriously?" He asked walking down the road as you left the diner you tilted your head a little staring up at him he squeezed your hand.

"Well we only met yesterday and you only came here to help me with my ex ,I just wanted to know what you really think about all this? About me?" He tried to keep his nerves at bay as he asked you, he wanted to know straight away what your thoughts were, as soon as the question left his mouth he wanted to take it back dreading your answer.

You felt a little sorry for him, what ever his ex had done had really knocked him, you hummed lightly, wanting to pick your words carefully, you had to get across that you really did like him and wanted to pursue him and not just for his looks either.

"Really? You really want to try? And not just be friends?" He said in slight disbelief you nodded

"Fine enough dicking about I like you, really like you, I'm really attracted to you Clark, not just your looks, your sweet, kind and I've had a brilliant time today laughing more than I think I ever have on a first date, it true we have just met but I'm not someone to waste time or beat around the bush, I like you a lot if I thought nothing would come of this I wouldn't be here...I know that you've been hurt but I-I do feel there's something between us, something has just sort of clicked and would like to explore it if you would like to." His heart soared at your words and his shoulders relaxed letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Like I said I felt something and I definitely want to carry on and see where this takes us." He grinned wide tucking you into his side

"Good I was so afraid you didn't feel the same!" Silence fell over you, you could feel there he was thinking to hard, he took a deep breath and turned to you smiling then leant down ever so slowly,tentative and nervous giving you every opportunity to back away but you didn't leaning in closer to him wanting him to make the decision, he made a slow decent licking his lip lightly,you braced yourself your breathing hitched as he descended towards you shifting a little, you cautiously rose to meet him but he hovered lips just above yours breath fanning across your lips unsure he was thinking to much you could see it you made the decision for him standing on your tip toes pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss, moving in sync he melted into the kiss before opening his mouth wrapping his arms around you pulling you flush against him groaning as he grabbed your ass in his huge warm hands tugging you towards him leaning down so you could plant you heels back on to the floor.

You mewled winding your arms around his neck locking your fingers together playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licked at your lips coaxing them open once you did you whined as his tongue wrapped around yours twisting and licking dominating your mouth then he slowed his movements relishing in the kiss holding you tighter to him afraid you'd leave, you grunted softly then pulled back for air before gasping then dragging him back this time more desperate you dove straight in running your tongue across the inside of his mouth moaning fucking his mouth with your tongue trying to taste him as much as you could grinding against Him slowly making him shiver before biting at his bottom lip sucking it harshly. Then pulled away panting. His face glowed a bright red no doubt your did to, you stood by his side and he pulled you in under his arm squeezing your bicep reassuringly.

"So we are dating now then?" He asked still trying to calm his heart beat, yours was racing to which didn't help.

"I would say so yes." He smiled down at you resting his face on your Head kissing it every now and then unable to stop now.

"Good, I couldn't stand everyone looking at you today unable to do anything about it" you faltered as he growled the words out. You flushed, the possessiveness in his voice was enough to make a girl swoon.UGH.Panty dropping you all but melted at his words clenching.

"This" it was the only warning you got before you squealed he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist pinning you to the nearest wall grinding slow against you making you moan into him, your clit erect almost instantly as he rocked across it threw your jeans, the cotton of your panties becoming a damp.

"Oh really and what are you gonna do about it then?" You asked a cheeky grin he raised an eyebrow

He laughed a little as you wriggled against him trying to get away not wanting to seep threw onto your pale jeans his hands merely held you firm as his cock throbbed against you, you could feel it hot and twitching he rubbed harder moaning into your mouth as he took your breath away, kissing you deeper than before, almost trying to devour you as he licked into your open mouth then coiled his tongue around yours caressing it with a thrusting motions making you groan lightly.

He began sucking yours into his mouth pulling away he trailed a few light kisses down your neck then licked at your neck just below your ear nipping it before opening his mouth wide biting down and sucking heavily, you cried out arching into him pressing your core firmly onto his very eager cock making him hiss and pull away he grunted keeping your rocking hips still looking at his work a dark bruise forming on your neck high enough that it wont be getting covered any time soon he puffed out his chest a sense of pride then leaned forward kissing it softly making you sigh then ran his nose across it before speaking lowly into your ear.

"Oh my god Clark I'm so sorry! that is so embarrassing!" You panicked and felt like you could cry covering your crotch and ass looking around for something to hide it with he smirked a little he couldn't help being smug, that was just a little taster and you’d soaked yourself through.

"There we go now everyone will see that your all mine" you whimpered as your pussy shuddered he hissed feeling it. Then set you back down chuckling lightly as he spotted the wet patch on your jeans you followed his gaze and gasped mortified

"Nothing to be sorry for its very flattering! But here use this" shrugging off his jacket you accepted it gladly pulling it over your arms and holding the neck breathing in his scent, he groaned in his chest. It drowned you, the hem falling to your knees ,You looked perfect. He will definitely be putting you in his clothes more often, he cleared his throat tugging on his jeans rearranging himself then took hold of your hand walking towards his apartment. Yes today had been good but something tells him this week would only get better and better.

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Hug-o-gram Preview | Yoongi

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“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending “hugs” to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to *o*e him, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: anticipated 10-12K → a/n: who the fuck am i... why am i writing so much??? let’s all thank miss kwaranteen for that, my friends. but what’s with the fluff, you ask? thank miss @jincherie for that because her weak heart can’t handle angst so i have to use my limited fluff muscles to write this for her... anyway idk when this is coming out but its probs soon,, enjoy this lil snippet i guess LMAO

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbow. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

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—where do you want me? | sope x reader

⟢ pairing: BTS!yoongi x stylist noona!reader x BTS!hobi

⟢ word count: 2.2k

⟢ genre: nsfw 18+, BTS is BTS, smut, pwp.

⟢ warnings: tension and teasing, the title is said 5 times LOL explicit smut: threesome, noona kink, semi-public sex, double penetration

⟢ summary: Oh, this story is quite self-explanatory—and with that being said...where do you want me?

⟢ an: dont judge me sksksk

Being a stylist noona is perhaps one of your greatest accomplishments. You were in the rehearsal room, watching 3 of the boys prepare for their dress rehearsal before trying out the full practice on the stage. Leaned up against the mirror, you watched as Hoseok tried out the new pants he had for this stage. They were black leather, but specially made for performers so that he could still perform all of his dance moves perfectly. This was his first time performing UGH! In full costume, and you had painstakingly worked with the designers to create the perfect outfit for the moment when he would perform his monumental third verse.

It was your favorite.

You sighed, eyes never leaving him as he practiced the way he would deliver the lines, the buildup into a baepsae-esque pelvic thrust when he raps “욱 욱 욱 욱!” Namjoon and Yoongi both smiled, letting out loud whoops at Hobi’s moves, and you enjoyed the way he was feeling himself. You trailed your eyes from his shoes, black like his whole outfit with red laces to highlight the red accents in his shirt, up across his taught thighs, his lithe hips, and firm chest until you reached the beautiful alabaster expanse of his neck to his face. His hair was pushed up off of his forehead, and his eyes, the deepest brown, were on you. You froze when you made eye contact with him, heat moving towards your cheeks, and you almost turned away… but something made you maintain eye contact with him.

Son Sung Deuk, their long time dance director, called out to the boys to get them in position. Hobi, who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you, called back to Song Deuk-hyung “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

You couldn’t help but feel that he was directing it more towards you.

You knelt down to the left of Yoongi, pins clutched between your lips as you fixed a rip in his pants. He had gone a little too hard after performing UGH! on the stage for the final rehearsal, and kicked his leg up a little too high. The proximity of your face to his groin was illegal, the way you could tell just how big he was after an adrenaline filled performance was not something you just get used to.

“Sorry about this, Noona.” Yoongi’s calming voice traveled down to where you were kneeling, sewing shut the last of the ripped seam. This would hold it together temporarily until rehearsals were over so that you could then use the machine to sew it properly before tomorrow’s show. Finally, they were starting the MOTS Tour, and everyone was anxious.

You set the pins down from your mouth as you finished, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it Yoongs, you just go out there and kill it tomorrow. I’ll have these patched up in no time.”

You flinch slightly when his hand moves to curl the hair that was loose from your ponytail behind your ear. When you realized what he was doing, you relaxed, involuntarily leaned into his hand. You hold back a gasp as his thumb grazes your cheek softly, and by the time you’ve moved to look up at him, he’s walking back over to the group discussing the stage changes.

You grab your tiny tomato pushpin and mini sewing kit, rushing off of the stage to “use the bathroom”.

It went on like this the rest of the evening. Hobi would set you motionless with his stare, pinning you as he drank you in. And Yoongi would get away with subtle touches here and there, setting your core on fire. You were standing off the edge of the stage watching the maknae’s run around jovially, so happy to kick off this much anticipated tour. While you were watching them, you heard a voice yelling out to you. Hoseok was standing behind you further in the wings tussling with his shirt.

“Noona, I need you!”

As it turns out Hobi called you over for help adjusting his shirt as it wouldn’t tuck into his pant’s properly, and you could barely get your fingers to stop shaking as you pushed them lightly into the band of his pants and tugged the shirt around his waist, trying to get it to sit properly.

“I-I’m going to n-need to undo your b-belt..” you stammer, unable to make eye contact.

“Okay Noona, I don’t mind.” You take a deep breath to steady yourself before you reach and start undoing his belt. It seems like both of you stop breathing as your fingers fold back the cold metal to pull the strap through. Once open, you undo the top button on his pants, and you sigh in relief as you realize the shirt was bunched improperly and not the wrong size. You’re so focused on fixing the shirt now that you don't realize you’ve stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to fix the back until you hear an intake of breath from above you. You look up, realizing from where his eyes are focused that your chest is pushed firmly against him, and he has a direct line of sight into your shirt.

“Oh!”

You step away, putting space between you when you back into a solid frame.

“Wow, Noona, I know you get close to us, but I didn’t know it was like that.” Yoongi’s voice, deep and strong in a pleasant way, washed over your shoulder. You shiver, a chill from the air he expelled snaking over your collarbones.

“I-I uh, I didn’t, I wasn’t think- I’m sorry Hobi-”

Yoongi’s eyes meet Hobi’s and you can see the silent communication between them.

“Follow me.” A hand grasps your wrist and tugs you gently farther away from the stage and deeper into the darkness behind the stage.

Once you’ve made it far enough away that you can’t hear anyone else nearby, Hobi stops walking and you almost plow into him. He turns around to face you and before you can move, his lips are on yours. He tastes like he smells, a soft vanilla flavor, and you melt into the kiss, making it easy for him to swipe for entry into your mouth. His tongue explores you, tasting you, and you gasp when you feel two sets of hands roaming your body as another pair of soft lips leave hot, wet open mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder.

You moan, arching your back so your chest to chest with one and ass to hardening cock with the other. A set of cold hands slide up under your shirt, pushing their way under your bra to cup your breasts; Yoongi’s fingers deftly pinch and pull your nipples as Hobi’s hands squeeze at your waist, pulling you flush to his body.

As Hobi pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connects you, his pupils are blown and his breathing hard.

“Fuck, Noona..”

“Hobi, Yoongi… We said it wouldn’t happen again.” Your voice is low, and not concealing the desire you have pooling in your panties.

Yoongi nips at your neck.

“But I want you, Noona, I want you so badly, can’t you tell?” He presses his erection onto you, and you squeeze your thighs together, an action they both notice.

“You want us too, baby.”

“Fuck...” you moan out as Yoongi continues his ministrations on your aroused nipples, Hobi leaning into kiss you again, trailing kisses from your lips to your ear. You feel your willpower dissolve.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” you ask.

“So good baby… fu-- you fuck me so good..” you’re mewling as Hobi splits you, penetrating your core, walls tightening every stroke he takes. You’ve gushed all over his dick, and the squelching sound as he fucks into you is lewd and dirty and you fucking love it. He has you bent over the arm of one of the backroom couches, while Yoongi’s alabaster thighs are in front of you, kneeling on the couch.

“You’re too loud Noona, someone might hear.” Yoongi caresses your head, and the pulsing head of his cock is pressed gently to your lips, awaiting entrance. You open your lips gently around the bulb of his head, and suck him in slowly, enjoying the silky feel and the weight of him on your tongue. You can only fit some of him into your mouth before he’s poking at the back of your throat, and you swallow to hear him groan out in pleasure. Hobi speeds up after he hears Yoongi’s response to you deep throating him and every thrust takes Yoongi farther into your throat before you're gagging, tears prickling your eyes. Hobi reaches down around your thigh and places his middle finger onto your clit, using your slick to slip and slide around it and you feel yourself clenching hard on him. Yoongi pulls out of your mouth to avoid the reaction of biting when you climax, his hand stroking his dick while he watches Hobi chase his high.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” Hobi asks you, panting, and you can barely form the words.

“I-Inside!”

You’re so fucked out that you can barely remember your own name, despite Hobi yelling it as he is cumming, spurts of white hot cum filling your tight cunt. He pulls out, and you roll onto your back on the couch trying to catch your breath. It’s pointless though. Yoongi still has to cum.

“I’m gonna take you now Noona..” Yoongi’s gravelly voice floats above you, and you cry out as he pushes his way into your already brimming hole, Hobi’s cum leaking out around Yoongi’s dick as he begins a punishing motion. He leans down over your body, his chest stilling the bouncing of your tits as his lips sought yours; Yoongi was a sucker for a sloppy makeout while he was balls deep inside you.

“Fuck her good hyung,” Hobi said as he sat back resting, sweat making his hair slick back away from his face.

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss with a pop to respond with an “Always,” and you whine for him to come back. He licks from your collarbone up your neck before returning his mouth to your pout, a clashing of teeth and saliva as he rolls his hips into you.

“P-Please Yoo-yoongi!” You beg, overstimulation causing you to tremble beneath him.

“Cum for me, baby, just one more Noona, you came for him.” Yoongi said, and you moan out in pleasure of hearing him call you baby. You were barely older than him, but you wanted to be his good baby girl, you wanted to be both of theirs. Their good, pliant, well behaved baby girl.

You felt it building a second time, and you clench, your body fighting with you against all this pleasure. Hobi, halfway dressed again comes and kneels next to you, caressing your face as Yoongi changes positions, standing to put your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting into you, deeper now with this angle. Hobi kisses across your chest before his tongue laves across your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he plays with your other breast with his hand. You arch your back and he moves up your body to tangle his tongue with yours, biting your lip and sucking it into his mouth before releasing it, to do it again and again. You’re sure you have tears falling, it all feels so good, 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, and you’re sure you’re screaming now as you release your second orgasm, though this time you’re squirting all over Yoongi’s lower abdomen and as it leaks down his thighs, the sight is enough to send him spiraling, a low groan erupting from his throat as his hot cum loads you up till you’re dripping, all three of your juices mingling together inside your swollen pussy.

By the time you get cleaned up, the boys have sprinted off back to the stage, knowing they were going to get yelled at for disappearing. You fix your hair in the mirror before you grab your tools and head back towards the stage area. You’re intercepted before you get there.

“Ah! Y/N we’ve been trying to find you, they want you.” Another staff member points you towards the door you’re next too, and you can see different sections for hair, makeup, and clothes.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

Sung Deuk hyung waves Hobi and Yoongi over, yelling at them for missing the change in the choreography placements.

“Sorry hyung!” Hobi says, “won’t happen again!”

“Just get into formation!”

“We don’t know where that is, hyung, we missed the alteration, remember?” Yoongi says calmly.

Hobi looks over at the side of the stage where you’ve just appeared again after setting down your sewing tools, and without breaking eye contact asks the dance director “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

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