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steddiecameraroll · 13 days

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Pt 1 ao3

Steve tells Eddie about the bet

“Dude, you’re not going to believe this.” Steve leans against Eddie’s headboard and tries to exude nonchalance.

“Sup?” Eddie plucks his acoustic guitar trying to work on one of his new songs.

“At work yesterday, Rob and I were talking about random shit and you won’t believe it, but for some reason she thinks you have a small dick.”

“What?” Eddie stops moving his fingers to gawk at Steve.

“I know, man.” Steve puts his hands up with a shrug. “I tried to defend you because we’re friends, and that’s a part of the code. I’m not gonna let someone say that about you. But she was weirdly adamant, even bet me. Which, I mean, that’s crazy.”

“She bet you? Wait,” Eddie furrows his brows. “She bets I have a small dick?”

“Yeah, rough. I bet you don’t, though.” Steve takes a sip of his beer to stop from saying anything further.

“Of course I don’t. What does she think small is? Does she think I have a micro or something?” Eddie puts his guitar down and turns to face Steve completely.

“I don’t know.”

“Why would she say that? Does it look small in my pants?” Eddie looks down at his crotch and Steve tries to keep his eyes pointed upwards.

“Y’know I haven’t really looked.”

“Shit,” Eddie stands up and shakes his jeans out. “Does it look small?” He keeps his head down trying to gauge based off the bulge.

“Um, it’s kinda hard to see.”

“What?” Eddie angles his hips trying to let the overhead light shadow over his jeans. “Wait, it’s just cause they’re black jeans. Look.” He says before quickly unbuckling his pants and then shoving them down to his thighs exposing the blue plaid boxers underneath. “See?”

Steve swallows hard when he notices Eddie thrusts his hips forward a little to accentuate the tenting of fabric.

“Mhmm, yep,” Steve says tightly.

“What was the bet?” Eddie leaves his jeans around his thighs and crosses his arms.

“Oh, uh,” Steve shakes his head and averts his eyes. “I’d have to buy her like an entire feast of breakfast foods. Basically enough food to feed a village.”

“Would you get any?”

“Probably not,” Steve nods solemnly. “She’s kinda selfish like that.”

She’s not, at all, and Eddie would know that if he was thinking with anything other than the size of his dick. But Steve’s taking the chance.

“Well y’know what? Screw her. I don’t have a small dick.” He leans forward and grabs his crotch for emphasis.

“Yeah, screw her. I bet you don’t.”

“Yeah, fuck that!” Eddie hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls his boxers down exposing his semi hard dick to Steve’s hungry eyes. “See?” Eddie takes his dick comfortably into his hand and absentmindedly starts tugging on it. “That’s not small.”

“N-no, nope, not at all.” Steve can’t stop himself from biting his bottom lip.

“I bet you have a big dick too, Harrington. Buckley doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s crotch while his hand begins stroking himself slowly.

“It’s not as big as yours, but yeah it’s above average. She’s so wrong. I wouldn’t even know what to do with that thing.” Oh yes he would.

“You wanna touch it?” Eddie lets his now fully erect dick go, and it bobs in the air tauntingly.

“Sure?” Steve shifts on the bed to his knees, sets his beer on the nightstand, and crawls over to the edge in front of Eddie.

“She’s gonna owe you so much fucking food, man.” Eddie grins and Steve sorta forgot what they were talking about. “Go ahead, feel the weight.”

Steve reaches for it, trying to act like this isn’t life changing for him, and when his fingers brush against the soft warm skin of Eddie’s shaft the man suddenly shudders under the touch. A soft huff escapes Eddie’s lips when Steve looks up, mouth open, fingers wrapping around Eddie’s dick. Steve sees something flicker behind Eddie’s eyes that looks a lot like lust.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie sighs before leaning forward, grabbing Steve’s face, and kissing him hard.

Steve melts into the kiss finding it’s everything he imagined.

“You’re gonna fucking tell Buckley, you know for a firsthand fact my dick isn’t small.” Eddie growls then pushes Steve back onto the mattress before crawling over his body and kissing him senseless.

“Yeah I am,” Steve smiles and shifts his hips to get his legs comfortably wrapped around Eddie, pulling him in closer.

Eddie takes a pull off his cigarette before passing it to Steve.

“I still don’t understand why she thinks I have a small dick.”

Steve puts the filter to his lips and ducks away to hide a smile. “No idea.”

“How did that even come up?” Eddie stretches out next to Steve, still naked, with the sheet only covering his lower half.

“We were just talking,” Steve shrugs before passing the cigarette back.

He knows that’s probably not a good enough excuse, so when Eddie puts the cigarette to his mouth Steve leans over and starts kissing along Eddie’s pecs to distract him. Eddie hums and stretches more, dropping his fingers into Steve’s hair and scratching gently.

“But, what were you talking about?”

Steve stops his kissing to lean up on his elbow and look Eddie in the eye. “Ok, don’t get mad, buuuut…” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “She only bet because I made her.”

“What?”

“I kinda wanted to see your dick, and I figured you’d show it to me if I told you Robin thought it was small.” Eddie’s mouth falls open. “But! I did not expect this turn of events. I’m not complaining,” he rushes out hoping to reassure Eddie. “Actually, I’m really happy about this.”

“Why didn’t you just ask?” Eddie says with a grin.

“What, oh hey, Eddie. Can I see your dick? I kinda can’t stop thinking about it and want to know how accurately close my imagination is. Like that?”

“Yeah, that woulda worked.”

“Jesus,” Steve sighs then collapses onto his back next to Eddie with a smile.

He’s going to be so sore tomorrow but it’s totally worth it.

Robin definitely owes him waffles.

#Eddie joins them at breakfast to Robin’s surprise #she’s grateful when he never brings it up #Steve made him promise not to tease her or she’d kill Steve #pt 2 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiecameraroll posts #my writing #steddie ficlet

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hoshifighting · 5 months

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Whispers of Wealth

Synopsis: Soonyoung, a vivacious friend from a prestigious dance studio, introduces Seungcheol, a wealthy businessman, to Y/N. Seungcheol, engulfed in the loneliness of the corporate world, finds solace in Y/N's presence. Their chance meeting transforms into a dance of wealth, passion, and unexplored desires, weaving an intricate tale of companionship in a world painted with luxurious hues.

Word count: 3.6k

Reader! Dancer/Sugar baby?, Seungcheol! Businessman/Sugar daddy?

Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, soft dom cheol, big dick cheol, loud moaning, aftercare <3

Once upon a time in the bustling city, a chance encounter changed your life in unexpected ways. It all began when Soonyoung, a lively and vibrant friend from the dance studio, introduced you to the charismatic Seungcheol. The dimly lit dance floor had been the first stage of this unfolding story.

Seungcheol, a successful businessman caught in the web of the corporate world, found solace in the rhythm of the music and the enchanting presence you brought to the club. Your initial conversations were light-hearted, filled with laughter and shared interests that extended beyond the dance floor. It didn't take long for Seungcheol to extend an invitation for a more formal meeting.

The night arrived when you found yourself seated across from Seungcheol in a posh and sophisticated restaurant. As the evening unfolded, Seungcheol shared his history with you. He spoke of the isolating nature of his high-profile corporate life, where success had come at the cost of genuine connections. Lonely in the midst of crowds, he confessed his desire for a companion, someone to share moments with.

One day, as you and Soonyoung enjoyed a quiet afternoon coffee, the conversation took a more serious turn. Soonyoung, with a look of concern in his eyes, began to share more about Seungcheol's life and the impact your friendship had on him.

"Soonyoung," you asked, sipping your coffee, "what's really going on with Seungcheol? I've noticed he seems really lonely, despite all the success and luxury surrounding him."

Soonyoung sighed, his gaze fixed on his cup. "Seungcheol's always been a bit of a lone wolf, you know? And with the corporate world, it's only gotten worse. He's got all this wealth, but it's like he's drowning in it. He told me once that you're one of the few friends he's got."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Seungcheol. He in a short period of time, declared you as his friend, while you was just doing the simplest thing a friend should do. It explained why he sought companionship, even in unconventional ways. "I had no idea he felt that way. I mean, he's got everything anyone could dream of, right?"

Soonyoung nodded, "Yeah, but he's missing something money can't buy. Genuine connection, real friendship. I think that's where you come in."

Determined to make a positive impact in Seungcheol's life, you decided to take a more proactive role. Over the following weeks, you started checking in on him, asking about his day, and genuinely caring about his well-being. You became a reliable listener, offering a comforting presence whenever he needed it. The simplicity of your actions seemed to make a world of difference to Seungcheol.

As your friendship deepened, you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. There were moments of laughter, shared interests, and even quiet companionship. You felt a sense of fulfillment in being the friend he needed.

Despite your insistence that you didn't need anything in return, Seungcheol, grateful for the genuine connection you provided, began showering you with gifts. From covering your study fees to surprising you with thoughtful presents, he seemed eager to express his gratitude.

One day, after he handed you a particularly extravagant gift, you couldn't help but express your concerns. "Seungcheol, you really don't have to do this. Our friendship is enough for me."

He smiled warmly, "I know, but you've brought so much joy into my life. Consider it a token of appreciation. Besides, what's the point of having all this if I can't share it with someone who genuinely cares?"

On that unexpected morning, you awoke to find the house unusually quiet, realizing that Seungcheol had already left. As you made your way to the dining table, your eyes widened at the sight of a sleek black card resting there, accompanied by a note written in Seungcheol's elegant handwriting.

"Hey Y/N,

Hope you're doing great! So, there's this event tonight, and I'd love for you to be there with me. Check out the black card on the table—it's all yours to pick up whatever makes you feel amazing. Dress, shoes, the whole deal. Go wild!

Can't wait to see you at 7 pm. Your company is what's gonna make the night awesome.

Cheers,

Seungcheol"

As the CEO delivered a captivating speech, you found yourself seated at a round table with Seungcheol, surrounded by his investors and their respective wives. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Seungcheol, a seamless blend of lighthearted banter and genuine connection.

The wives, engaged in their own animated discussions about their luxurious lifestyles, couldn't help but glance in your direction. One of them, with a knowing smile, leaned in and commented, "You two must be the youngest couple here, for sure. You look absolutely adorable together."

You and Seungcheol exchanged glances, cheeks flushing slightly. Grateful for the compliment, you both responded with a simultaneous, "Thank you!"

The wives, seemingly satisfied with their assumption, continued chatting amongst themselves. Despite the unspoken truth that you and Seungcheol were just friends, you decided to let the charming moment linger without providing any clarifications.

[…]

The dance studio buzzed with excitement as Seungcheol, clad in his crisp white shirt and tailored pants, entered the room. The dance teacher, familiar with your frequent visits, greeted him, "Oh, you must be looking for Y/N. Let me take you to her."

As they approached the practice room, the teacher swung open the door, exclaiming, "Y/N, Seungcheol is here!" You turned around, expecting to see a familiar face, but your eyes widened when you saw Seungcheol standing there, looking like he had just stepped out of a corporate meeting.

Before you could react, the dance teacher surveyed the room, taking in the romantic atmosphere created for a Valentine's Day presentation. Couples were scattered around, preparing for their routines, and a large "Valentine's Day" sign adorned the wall.

The teacher turned to Seungcheol with a surprised expression, "Y/N, is this your boyfriend? Come in, Seungcheol! We were just about to start our Valentine's Day presentation."

You stammered, attempting to clarify the situation, but the dance teacher, seemingly delighted, ushered Seungcheol to a chair, and you found yourself in an awkward position. There was no escape, and you had no choice but to take a deep breath and join the presentation. As you assumed your dancing position, you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

The slow, sultry notes of the song began to fill the dance studio, and you took a deep breath, trying to shake off any lingering shyness. As the rhythm took over, your hips began to sway, your hands gracefully running through the movements with a captivating allure.

With each sensual step, you held Seungcheol's gaze firmly. At first, he wore a charming smile, enjoying the beauty of your dance. However, as the atmosphere became more intense, his expression shifted, darkening with a mix of surprise and desire. His eyes locked onto yours, and he instinctively licked his lips, realizing the nature of the dance you were about to unveil.

You moved closer, your seductive aura enveloping the space around you. The room seemed to shrink as you danced, the chemistry between you and Seungcheol palpable. Sensing the shift, Seungcheol's hands gripped tightly onto the chair's seat, a visible effort to keep himself grounded and resist the temptation to touch you.

As the slow, sensual dance continued, you took a bold step, sitting on Seungcheol's lap, allowing the rhythm of the song to guide your movements. Seungcheol's grip on the chair tightened further, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the urge to lose himself in the moment. Your body moved gracefully, rubbing against him with an enticing allure, and Seungcheol, though visibly affected, managed to maintain restraint, trying to control the noticing bulge on his pants.

To your surprise, glances around the room revealed that other couples were engaged in similarly provocative dances, creating an atmosphere charged with a shared sense of desire. As the music swirled around you, and the dance reached its climax, the room was filled with an electric energy, leaving an indelible mark on this unexpected Valentine's Day presentation.

As the song came to an end, you rose from Seungcheol's lap with a teasing smile, your performance leaving an unforgettable impression on both him and the audience. The dance studio buzzed with a mixture of applause and laughter, and you couldn't help but feel a blend of exhilaration and amusement at the unexpected turn of events.

As the white lights illuminated the room, signaling the end of the performance, the dancers took a moment to converse with their partners. You glanced over at Seungcheol, attempting to decipher the meaning behind the intense gaze he now directed at you. Taking a sip from a bottle of water, you wondered what was going through his mind.

As the other dancers gradually left the room, you stayed behind to collect your belongings. Alone in the studio, you slung your bag over your shoulder, feeling a sense of responsibility for the unexpected turn of events. Taking a deep breath, you approached Seungcheol, who seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Seungcheol, I really didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry if this caught you off guard," you admitted, sincerity lacing your voice.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Caught off guard is an understatement. But you know what? I can't say I'm complaining. That was quite the surprise, and you were incredible."

You smiled, relieved by his lighthearted response. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I just didn't expect you to be here, especially for that kind of performance."

Seungcheol stepped closer, the playful smile still on his face. "Well, you certainly know how to keep things interesting. How do you plan to let me off the hook for this? I can't deny it's a memory I won't forget."

As Seungcheol inched closer, the room's temperature seemed to rise, and your breath caught in the warm air. He spoke, his voice carrying a playful tone, "If my uncoordinated ass knew how to dance, I swear I would dance back to you too."

You scoffed, a playful grin spreading across your face. Turning your head to the side, you teased, "Oh, I'd pay good money to see that."

But before you could fully react, he gently pulled your chin back, locking eyes with you. "On second thought," he continued, "since I can't dance, can I repay you with something else?"

Your back pressed against the mirror, his arms trapping you against it, hands resting on the wall. The proximity between you heightened the intensity of the moment, and you couldn't resist a mischievous grin. With a twinkle in your eye, you replied provocatively, "Well, Seungcheol, I'm open to creative forms of repayment. Surprise me."

As Seungcheol's free hand encircled your waist, he pulled you closer, pressing your heated bodies together. The intensity in the air grew, and he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. In the confined space between the mirror and his strong frame, the room seemed to shrink, and the air became thinner.

A desperate moan escaped your lips as the kiss deepened, the heat between you igniting a fire that fueled the desire for more. Seungcheol, not holding back, pressed you harder against the mirror, his built body making it difficult for you to catch your breath. Gasping for air, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, the world outside the dance studio fading away as the two of you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment. As he felt the bare skin of your neck, he couldn't resist the temptation. His lips moved from yours, and with a slight nip, he bit your skin gently. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, a mix of pleasure and surprise, as the heat between you continued to escalate.

With a jolt, the unexpected interruption brought you both back to reality. The teacher's voice cut through the heated moment, apologizing for the intrusion but informing you that the building was closing, and the dance rooms needed to be shut. It felt as if you were two teenagers caught doing something wrong, the thrill of the moment lingering in the air.

Seungcheol, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire, exchanged a quick glance with you. Both of you nodded with flushed cheeks, quickly straightening yourselves out. "Of course, sorry about that," Seungcheol managed to say, his voice slightly breathless.

You both bid a hasty farewell to the teacher, offering hurried bows as you made your way out of the dance studio. Seungcheol led the way, guiding you towards his car, the air thick with the remnants of the intense moment you'd just shared.

The journey to Seungcheol's home remained silent, but this time, it carried a different energy. It wasn't marked by embarrassment, but rather a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. Each passing moment was filled with unspoken understanding, and perhaps both of you were lost in your thoughts, contemplating the events that had transpired.

Upon arriving at his home, any lingering uncertainty dissipated. In a sudden burst of desire, Seungcheol took charge, manhandling you with a passionate kiss in the middle of the house entrance. The world outside seemed to fade away as he led you to his bedroom.

Soft bed and duvets welcomed you, and Seungcheol laid over you, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then, with a hint of vulnerability, he spoke, "Is this too much? Should we stop?"

As you met Seungcheol's gaze, his question lingered in the air. The room was filled with a charged energy, and you could sense the vulnerability beneath his desire. With a reassuring smile and a gentle nod, you conveyed your answer without uttering a single word. In that silent exchange, you both acknowledged the unspoken connection that had been brewing between you.

Seungcheol's gummy smile lit up the room as he gracefully rose from the bed, each button of his shirt undone deliberately. His eyes locked onto yours, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he removed the shirt, unveiling his strong arms and built chest. The room seemed to pulse with the shared anticipation of what was to come.

His movements were deliberate, filled with a quiet confidence as he removed the belt, and his pants gracefully fell to the floor, his cock begging to leave from his black boxers. Your eyes traced every inch of his movements, focused on the enticing unveiling before you. You can feel your wetness pools on your panties.

He slides his boxers from his legs, and his cock jumps from the clothing, the red tip leaking precum, while he holds the base, making the veins more apparent. Your mouth waters at the scene in front of you, you sit, getting closer to him. “Let me suck you?” You wrap your hand around his cock slowly stroking his dick.

“Only if you ask me nicely…” He smiles biting his lower lip.

“Please? You're going to let me do this, aren't you?” You kiss the head of his cock, and he nods losing posture. “You’re going to let me shove your cock way down my throat, aren’t you?”

He rolls his eyes, at the feeling of you giving kitten-licks on his tip “Fuck. Yes baby, y-you can do this…”

You take him into your mouth, sinking as much as possible, his tip pressed on your throat, coming back at the tip, and sinking his cock on your throat again. Seungcheol grunts, holding your hair, so he can fuck into your mouth. With each bob of your head you can take more from his thick cock. Stopping him, you begin to swirl your tongue around his head, the knot on his stomach tightening.

“No, no, no! Stop!” Seungcheol breathes, pulling you by your hair.

You look at him, twisting your head, licking his tip again, making him hiss. He pins you down on the bed, stopping you. “I’ve told you to fuckin’ stop!” He said though his teeth. “Strip.”

Feeling the urgency in the air, you quickly left the bed, a rush of excitement propelling you to shed your tight clothing. Seungcheol sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on you, his anticipation evident in his gaze.

As you became completely free from your clothing, Seungcheol's voice, filled with desire, broke the silence, "I want you to ride me like the dance you did earlier, right now."

His request hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. The room seemed to pulse with a newfound energy as you considered the proposition, the memory of the dance from earlier still lingering in the air.

You gracefully moved towards Seungcheol, placing your legs over his sides as you straddled him on the edge of the bed. Sliding his big dick inside of you, almost splitting you in a half, you throw your head back, the pain mixing with pleasure. He caress your hair, waiting for you to take your time.

With the memory of the earlier dance echoing in your mind, you began to move your hips in a rhythmic and enticing manner, just like you did in the dance studio. The soft melodies of desire played in your head, guiding your every motion.

As you rolled your hips, the intimate connection between you and Seungcheol deepened. He couldn't contain the visceral response to the tantalizing dance before him. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips, a testament to the intensity of desire that pulsed through the room. The sound hung in the air, blending with the rhythm of the dance, creating a symphony of shared passion between you and Seungcheol. “Ah, like this baby, you’re doing so good!”

“Seungcheol, it’s- ah! So good, so good…” You roll your hips fast, his hand helping you to continue.

“I know baby, I know… Riding that dick like a pro.” Seungcheol's eyes remained fixated on your movements. “Look at your pretty little cunt, taking me all in.” He moves one hand to circle your clit, making you clench hard around him, making he take a sharp breath.

Seungcheol, overwhelmed by the intoxicating allure of your riding, cursed under his breath. Each subtle movement you made seemed to bring him closer to the edge. With a determined resolve to savor the moment and prolong the pleasure, he abruptly stopped you.

In a swift motion, he flipped you over, the duvets threatening to cascade onto the floor. With your face laid on the mattress, the room filled with a charged intensity as Seungcheol took control, holding your hands at your back. He moans loudly when he gets deep on you again, and your pussy spasms around him, orgasm ripping through your body, just from him slamming his dick inside of you, making you groan from the back of your throat.

Seungcheol, with a sly grin playing on his lips, teased you with a hint of playful arrogance. "Already?" he remarked, his voice a playful taunt. "I didn't even start yet, and you’re already creaming around my cock.” He admires the white ring on the base of his dick.

As you hid your face on the mattress, a flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks, Seungcheol, holding your hands at your back, playfully pulled you towards him, pounding into you merciless. His voice, low and filled with a teasing authority, broke the silence.

"You'll take me like the good girl that you are, right?" Seungcheol, not hearing your response, raised an eyebrow in amusement. His playful demeanor persisted as he remarked, "Well, the silence says it all, doesn't it?" He laughs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure.

“P-please Seungcheol…”

“Please what? Hm?”

“Cum inside of me, I need you to cum for me please!” You cry out, feeling the oversensitivity a lil’ too much.

Your voice drips with honey, making his hips stutter, with a loud moaning of your name, loads of cum shoots down your pussy, filling you up. Making the bed, a mess from both of you.

The aftercare was a serene and comforting experience. After sharing a bath together, you found yourselves nestled on the fresh and clean bed, the exhaustion of the night settling in. However, the need for sustenance after the dance-filled evening lingered. Seungcheol entered the room carrying a tray of food, his gaze softening as he noticed your tired expression. He set the tray down on the bedside table and sat beside you, a gentle touch in his actions.

"Are you too tired because of me?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded with a small, sleepy smile, affirming his observation. Seungcheol's face reflected a mix of understanding and a touch of guilt. "I'll take it easier next time, okay?" he promised.

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head in a desperate, silent plea. The exhaustion in your eyes was met with a caring gaze from Seungcheol. "No? You sure?" he asked, seeking reassurance.

You mustered the energy to shake your head again, a smile playing on your lips. It was a subtle but clear indication that his intensity was not a burden, but rather a shared pleasure. The unspoken understanding between you two continued to guide the conversation, deepening the connection forged through the night's intimate experiences.

Seungcheol's eyes softened, and he chuckled, "Alright, no holding back next time then." The lighthearted banter mixed with genuine care filled the room, as you both enjoyed the late-night meal, surrounded by the warmth of the afterglow and the quiet understanding that had blossomed between you.

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jqngkooz · 6 months

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tis the damn season’ (2) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+ (no smut in this chapter just a makeout scene 🙈)

genre: f2l? more like idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut

warnings: infidelity and just general bad decision making skills lmao, jealousy, arguing, swearing, one mention of a dick, kissing, making out. jk’s a bit of a player but he has his reasons.

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: pt.2 is here!!!! so sorry it took a while. enjoy :)

summary: When Jimin convinces you to spend christmas in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with your entire friend group, you’re forced to face the feelings that you’ve been suppressing for your best friend Jungkook after all these years.

“I must say, you’re the most stable person I know and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you crumble like this.” Yoongi is kind enough to be up at 6 am with Jungkook, making him coffee as he sits at the kitchen island with his head on the cold surface.

He spent the whole night tossing and turning next to the girl he’d stupidly invited in an attempt to not seem like a loser to you. Clearly, you didn’t feel the same way, that was evident by the fact that you almost married another man and still didn’t even reach out when you broke the engagement off. He just didn’t want you to think he was a loser who had spent the last three months sulking. He had.

“I know, I’m a mess,” Jungkook starts, face pressed into the table, “and she’s nice, Isabelle I mean, and I like her…”

Yoongi places the cup of coffee next to Jungkook and finishes his sentence for him, “But she’s not y/n.”

It’s weird. In senior year Jungkook had gotten a girlfriend. She was a cheerleader with a swishy ponytail that had latched onto your friend group, always wanting to be around him. You’d gotten weirdly distant at that time, cancelling your after-school study sessions only for him to find out you were doing them with Jimin instead. It’s like sometimes he got the feeling that you didn’t want him to be with other people and that gave him hope that you might have felt the same, but you never told him. No angry love confessions in the rain, nothing. You never made a move. And it messed with his head until he felt dizzy and utterly confused about just what the hell you wanted.

“Did you invite her here just to make y/n jealous?” Namjoon’s voice booms a little too loud as he comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, causing Jungkook to sit up and wince.

He sighs, “Yes, well- no not exactly.”

“Then why?”

He looks up at Namjoon who looks slightly disappointed and his heart pangs a little, suddenly feeling like that 15-year-old who would do anything for Joon’s approval again.

He groans, “I thought she’d be mad and ignore me or something.”

Namjoon shakes his head, he knows you would never.

“I just thought if I brought another girl she’d think that I moved on and we could just go back to being normal again.”

Jungkook looks up at Yoongi as if he’s checking for approval, he’s met with a very disapproving stare. Yoongi sighs, “Jungkook, are you stupid?”

He frowns, big round eyes staring at Yoongi. “No?” Maybe he was, waiting 10 years to tell you he loved you when it was far too late was kind of stupid.

“She loves you, you realise that right?”

Jungkook sighs, “Yeah I know b-”

Yoongi cuts him off, “No, not as a friend idiot. She loves you.” He shakes his head rapidly.

“You know she messaged me every week asking how you were after you fell out? She made me send pictures of you and Bam because she missed you. Jungkook, you put her in an awkward situation, she was engaged. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel the same way. You never asked her how she felt, did you?”

Taehyung knows Jungkook like the back of his hand. He knows that his guilty pleasure is chilli cheese fries, he remembers a time in college when that was all he ate for an entire week. He knows that Jungkook unwinds on a weekend by watching crappy reality tv because he caught him one time before he could change the channel. He also knows that Jungkook doesn’t like losing. And that’s how he knows this plan will work.

Truthfully, Tae has always been flirty with you. He’s flirty with everyone, but you usually laugh him off, never taking his compliments seriously. That’s why Jungkook’s a little confused at your sudden interest in him. All day you’ve been clinging to him and laughing at his jokes like he’s the funniest guy in the world. Jungkook knows he’s not that funny. Even now as you all attempt to build snowmen in the cabin’s garden you both look like something out of a hallmark movie, all bundled up with hats and scarves as you throw snowballs at each other.

It’s Seokjin who notices Jungkook’s frown as he stands next to his snowman watching you and Tae.

“Why is your snowman buff?”

Jungkook breaks his gaze away from you two, turning to Seokjin. He can still hear your giggles as Tae shoves snow down the back of your coat and chases you with another lump of it that’s probably big enough to knock you out.

He shrugs, “Wanted it to look like me. Why does yours have a dick?”

“Wanted it to look like me.” Seokjin remarks, eliciting probably Jungkook’s first smile today. “What’s got you all frowny?”

Jungkook shakes his head, the tassels on his woolly hat shaking with him, “Ah, nothing.”

“Does that ‘nothing’ have to do with those two?”

Now his attention’s back on you again. You’re far too close to Taehyung’s face, brushing snow off of his cheeks and apologising, saying you hadn’t meant to actually get him in the face.

“Just didn’t know they were that close.”

“They’re not usually.”

It’s when you come jogging towards Jungkook and Seokjin that the conversation stops. You’re a little out of breath from all the running as you stand in front of them, admiring Jungkook’s snowman with a smile.

“Always the perfectionist. Mine’s already fallen apart. How is yours so stable?” You laugh.

“I dunno.” He answers, unusually sharply and it has you turning to look at him with a cock of your head.

“Everything okay?”

That’s Seokjin’s cue to leave and he busies himself with trying to kick Jimin’s work of art down.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He doesn’t know where to look and settles on his shoes. At least they’re not boring into his soul like your eyes are right now.

“Okay yeah, I don’t know. Just checking.” You smile again as if you truly have no idea why he seems upset. Of course you do, yours and Tae’s whole act is painfully obvious to everyone else in the cabin, but Jungkook isn’t exactly the most rational thinker when it comes to you. “Where’s Isabelle?”

“Oh, she’s uh, inside. She doesn’t like snow.”

You frown, “Who doesn’t like snow?”

He shrugs, finally looking up at you.

“I think my toes are gonna freeze off if I’m out here any longer. I’m gonna go warm up so I’ll check up on her.” You add.

No. That’s the worst thing that could happen. You and Isabelle alone? Talking? She’d surely tell you that she wasn’t actually Jungkook’s girlfriend, just a casual hook-up and that she has no real idea why he invited her. He shudders at the thought.

“So you’re not dating?”

Once you’d pressed yourself up against the heater until your fingers gained some colour again and double-layered on fresh socks, you padded down the stairs to find Isabelle sitting on the couch alone.

“No. He made it very clear it was nothing more than sex for him, which is fine, but I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore, in life you know?”

You nod. Isabelle is lovely, she’s sweet and gentle and you’re sure you would have been friends in another life if she wasn’t fucking the guy you’d been pining over for years.

“And I guess I’m a little confused. When I brought up getting more serious he avoided the conversation and things got awkward. Then he invites me here, it’s all a little confusing. I don’t wanna talk badly about him, I know he’s your best friend and he’s a great guy but- I feel like he’s messing with me.”

“Isabelle, this is our first conversation and I can already tell how good of a person you are. I care about Jungkook too but you’d be crazy to think that hook-ups are all you deserve,” You sigh, “If you want something more, go and find someone willing to give you that.”

And you truly mean that. Sure, you’d had conversations with his past girlfriends like this, and maybe those times you had an ulterior motive when you advised them to go and find someone else, but seeing her sit in front of you so vulnerable, you mean it this time.

She nods, “I’m well into my 20’s, I’ve never had a serious relationship and I want it. I want kids one day. I want it all. How do you do it?”

That makes you laugh.

“Not very successfully. I was engaged, for a while. I broke it off a few months ago. He was a nice guy, he was stable and he was always there, but I never had that feeling you know? That teenage excitement. I never felt that with him.”

Well, that’s not entirely untrue. He never did give you that electric feeling that you’ve always been searching for, you just leave out that only Jungkook seems to give it to you. You’d had endless arguments with Mark where he’d pressed you to just tell him why you weren’t putting your whole heart into it. He could always tell that he was far more invested than you were, and he knew the reason why. He knew exactly what, or who, was stopping you from fully committing to him. He hadn’t blamed you as you left him, he understood that you just don’t pick who you love.

When everyone starts piling in from the garden, you excuse yourself into helping an almost frozen Taehyung warm up.

Jungkook can’t bear the sight. You carefully take off Tae’s hat and scarf as you rub his arms in an attempt to warm him up while he watches you far too lovingly. He’d rather retreat upstairs to his room and let his head spin with the image of you and Tae and the worry of what you and Isabelle had been talking about while he slips further and further into madness. He doesn’t expect you to follow though, bumping into you in the hallway.

“Hey,” you start, “can we talk?”

“About what?” He’s still pulling on a fresh sweater as you stand in front of him in the quiet hallway. All the noise of the house is coming from downstairs and he worries you can hear his heartbeat in the quiet up here.

“What are you doing with Isabelle?”

That catches him off guard and he frowns down at you. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair messing with her like that? I’m only saying this as your friend, she’s such a nice girl. What exactly are you doing?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating?”

You cross your arms. It’s one of his more frustrating traits, pretending he doesn’t understand when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“Jungkook.” You deadpan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “No, I’m sorry, I don’t understand why you’re interfering with my love life. I don’t know what she said to you but what we have right now is working perfectly fine.”

You scoff, loudly. How very rich of him, to criticise you for interfering when that’s all he’s done to you your whole life, interfere with every guy you’ve ever liked. “Seriously? You wanna talk about interfering?”

He laughs dryly, looking away from you. He knows you’re right. All he can do is attempt to deflect.

“I didn’t interfere with you and Mark. I never did, I told you how I felt. It’s different.”

“What and you think I was able to just carry on after that confession? You think I brushed that off like it was nothing?”

“Sure seemed like it.”

Now he’s just being hurtful, and he knows it. He can see it in your eyes. Whenever he’s mean to you, you get a look. Eyes glossy and eyebrows peaked in confusion.

“That’s not fair Jungkook.”

“What’s fair about any of this?” His voice is louder now and you pray everyone downstairs isn’t listening in on the conversation, especially not the girl he brought here. “What was fair about you turning me away that night? Do you think it was easy for me to see you with him? It was fucking horrible, okay? I hated every second you were with him. Now today you’re hanging off of Tae’s arm. So excuse me if I’m not being fair, I’m not exactly having a nice time right now.”

Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and you mentally scold yourself for being so damn emotional. You know he can see right through you right now. He stands with a hand on his hip, looking like he’s mad at you and you hate it. You hate it so much that your face tells him just how much you hate it.

He continues, a little softer this time, “I just mean that maybe I’m not exactly over what happened, okay? You didn’t even hear me out. You dropped me from your life. That’s hard to get over and I’m- I don’t know.”

“I had to drop you Jungkook. There was no chance of me having a successful relationship with you in my life.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re exasperated now, frustrated that you have to spell everything out for him. This time your voice is louder. “God, every single boyfriend I’ve ever had has hated you. You have literally ruined all of my relationships and you don’t even realise it. I couldn’t physically bring myself to commit to anybody with you looming over me, always like a damn question mark in my head, okay?”

Truthfully, he had no idea you felt like that. He’s always been pretty poor at picking up on hints and cues and he completely missed that. He always felt that you meant so much more to him than he meant to you. You went about your life and your relationships just fine while he sat at home and yearned for you, that’s what he had thought up until now.

“What?” Is all he can manage.

“How am I supposed to be with other people when you’re always a possibility? As soon as I think I’m finally over you, you come back and-”

“Over me?” He steps towards you, like a reflex at your words. “What do you mean over me?”

“You know what I mean.” You’re practically whispering now. It’s somehow embarrassing to be so vulnerable and you feel even more sympathy towards the Jungkook who turned up at your door and confessed to you now that you’re in his place.

“You never even told me you liked me, now you’re telling me you’re over me?”

“How could I tell you Jungkook? I was engaged.”

His head is a complete mess, spinning and cartwheeling.

“You’re telling me that that night, when I told you I loved you, you didn’t turn me away because you didn’t feel the same?”

“No!” You shake your head, “I thought it was so obvious, how was it not obvious to you? I turned you away because breaking one guy's heart was easier than breaking two. If I told you I felt the same, Mark would have left. That’s why I had to leave him because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair being with him when I’m in love with someone else, okay?”

He’s completely silent. Just staring down at you. There’s a lot he wants to say, years and years worth of things, but his brain can’t even string two words together. Maybe he is stupid, but he never thought that you felt the same. Of course, he considered it a possibility, but a far-fetched one. Hearing you say that you love him doesn’t even feel real, he’s not even sure if he’s awake right now.

“You love me?”

“Yes. And you’ve moved on and I know that’s my fault because I missed my chance to tell you I felt the same but-”

He cuts off your rambling, “I haven’t. Moved on I mean. Not at all.”

“You invited a girl. Obviously, you have, and that’s fine.”

Now he has that desperate look again, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes dart across your face. “We’re not serious. I’m in love with someone else.”

It’s your turn for your head to spin. Sure, he’d said it once before, but you never expected he’d still feel the same way. It’s weird, how you two always seem to pull together. No matter how bad of a time it is, it’s like you can’t stay away from each other. Even now with your faces inches apart, you’re spiked with the horrible feeling that you’re doing something bad. Even if he’s not serious with her, it’s not right for her to be sitting downstairs while he’s up here with you, yet again confessing his love.

“What’s going on with you and Taehyung?” He says quietly.

You reply far too quickly, “Nothing. Was trying to make you jealous.”

That’s enough for him and he steps impossibly closer again. He sucks in a sharp breath, looking down at your face as if he’s weighing up whether or not this is a bad decision. The little devil on his shoulder wins because he’s grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. It’s hungry and desperate the way he kisses you like he can’t bear not being on your lips for a second longer. You melt into him as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. You can taste just how sweet this moment is and you savour every second of his vulnerability.

“Bad idea” You mumble onto his lips as his hands move from your face to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you flush against him.

“Don’t care.” He replies, pulling back for a second to catch his breath. You pull him back in, afraid that if he has even a second to think this through you might lose him, but he kisses like he wouldn’t dream of letting you go. He lets none of you go to waste and it’s a dance of tangled breaths as he finally softens, slowing down a little. He pulls away again, looking at you for a while before planting a small kiss on your mouth, pulls away, and plants another one. You feel winded, you’re out of breath, your lips a little swollen and your chest heaves slowly with an endearing warmth that you swear you’ve never felt before. It’s Jimin calling your name from the bottom of the stairs that makes you both jump and pull away from each other.

“We should probably go down.” He breathes out, scratching the back of his head. It’s so charming, how he kisses you like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have and almost immediately regresses into his shy self the minute he pulls away. His cheeks are dusted red and his lips are covered with your pink, smudged around his mouth and down his chin a little.

“You have lipstick all over you.” You point out, giggling quietly.

“Oh shit. Get it off.”

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #bts #bts fic #bts x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #fanfic #fanfiction

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star-suh · 9 months

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The Phone Call

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: rough sex, spit play, breeding kink, sex while talking to the phone, pwp, spanking, degrading, slapping, choking, tummy bulge, overstimulation, second round of sex, non-idol au, edging.

an: this was inspired in that scene of jinx but tbh i think it's not that good 😭

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mingyu was on the couch, fucking y/n rough, his ass was starting to get red for all the spanks mingyu has gave him "look at you squirming like a whore, being so happy for having a fat cock up your hole" said mingyu lamding another spank on y/n's ass making him moan "hng… ple~ase.. be more g-gentle…" told y/n to the older who just ignored him and keep looking for his pleasure "shut up, toys don't talk" mingyu slapped y/n's cheek and covered his mouth.

y/n feel like he was in cloud 9, mingyu's cock keep brushing his prostate making him look stars, "look, your hole is so hungry for cock that when i try to pull out it doesn't let me, fuck!… and when you take it back in~ y-you take it balls deep fuck yeah" mingyu rubbed his hand on y/n's tummy feeling the forming bulge. suddenly mingyu's phone rings, it was hoshi who was taking his vacations in other country and wanted to buy gifts for the guys so he was calling every single one of them to ask them what they want, including y/n.

"hello?" asked hoshi, "hey, hi" grunted mingyu trying to disguise the moans he was making because of y/n's hole squeezing his cock so hard "i'm calling you to ask what do you wanted as a souvenir from here". "hng" y/n moaned so mingyu slapped fast his hand on y/n's mouth.

"what was that?" asked hoshi

"nothing" quickly replied mingyu " just y/n who asked me to… to help him in the gym… you know he's a s-silly boy who thinks he can take much more of what he actually can"

"oh y/n's there? pass him the phone i want to ask him what he wants too" hoshi told mingyu who complies and put the phone on y/n's shoulder "h-hello hoshi" y/n said.

"hey y/n, so do you want something from here" asked hoshi to the younger "umm i don't kno-" suddenly a powerful thrust from mingyu makes him yelp in pleasure

"are you ok y/n?" asked hoshi

"y-yes… hng j-just i lifted something too… heavy haha~" y/n lied while mingyu keep thrusting his cock deep inside y/n's abused hole "i want f-food… you know. i love… your coc- i-i mean food… yeah food…" y/n was so overstimulated that he didn't know what he was saying.

mingyu picked up the phone "bring me food too, now bye we need to end today's routine" he said. "ok bye, see you in some days" hoshi hanged up "whores" he mumbled and went to buy some candies.

"so you like that huh? your cock was squeezing so hard while you were on the phone, nasty boy". minutes passed and y/n was fucked in every possible pose while being edged, his hole was agape dripping with lube and mingyu's pre-cum.

"please i can't take it anymore… i'm gonna cu-" mingyu introduced his thumb in y/n's mouth making him suck it "cum for me pretty boy" the older said thrusting hard and kissing y/n and playing with their saliva between both their mouths. "cum for me pretty bitch" mingyu ordered y/n while choking him, y/n's eyes rolled back while white ropes of cum were shooted from his dick head paintimg the sofa and his body in white. "such a good slut" mingyu scooped y/n's cum in his hand and taste it "you always taste good you know that?" the older licked his hand clean of cum and proceeded to spit it into y/n's mouth "swallow it all and show me" y/n obeyed and showed mingyu his mouth, he slapped y/n's cheek softly "that's right my pretty and perfect slut" he then kisses him and carry him to the bathroom.

#male reader #kim mingyu x male reader #kim mingyu x male reader smut #kim mingyu smut #kpop x male reader smut #kpop x male reader #smut #male reader smut #mingyu x male reader #mingyu smut #mingyu

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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Can I request a batfamily discovering that Bruce has another biological son(who’s reader and is the second youngest) but also that reader is stuck in a abusive home and they go to save him from it?

Of course you can. My poor baby...

Summary: (Y/N) is never met his father and is stuck in a bad situation. Bruce saves him.

Warnings: Abusive household, neglectful parents, but not Bruce, protective Bruce, protective boys

Bruce was still shocked when he found out that he another biological son, Damian's half brother. He found out by a complete accident. He was investigating something and he accidently cross referenced DNA through the database.

He really didn't expect a match. He really didn't. He sat in shock for about 15 minutes, trying to wrap his mind around it. He knew that he was a playboy, still is, but he knew he was careful with (Y/N)'s mom.

He was sure of it. Also, why didn't she call him?

There was one problem with all of this too. He saw where (Y/N) lives and sure, it isn't right to judge someone based on where they live, but it wasn't a nice area to live. It was filled with addicts of all kinds.

He didn't like the fact that he saw CPS reports. He thought about his plan. They need to see what the situation is. And now here is another problem.

Telling his other kids was a whole another ballgame. He didn't know how they were going to react. Especially Damian, since (Y/N) is his biological son.

After a few more moments, he went back to surface level. He asked them all to come to the dining room. He only told them that he had some important news.

It could go... Well, it wasn't going to be a ride in the park. It was going to be a bumpy meeting.

" Alright, what is the news you wanted to tell us? " Dick said. Everyone was sitting at the dining table, waiting for the news. Alfred didn't know either so he was going to be surprised too.

" I have another biological son. "

All hell broke loose.

There were shouts of all kinds of questions. The only person who was silent was Damian. He was either thinking this through or he was in shock. Bruce knew it was the first option.

" What is his name? " Damian asked, looking curious.

Not bad so far.

" (Y/N). I know where he lives and all, but I want to scout the situation with him. I have some of my suspicions. " Bruce admitted, looking at everyone.

" Such as? " Jason prompted.

" CPS reports. "

The mood shifted and everyone was now feeling uneasy. They knew what it could mean.

" So... You are thinking that he is abused. " Tim started, feeling the uneasiness and the palpable tension in the room.

" If the reports are correct, then we have a problem. He needs to come here. " Dick said, tension palpable once more. Nobody really wanted to think that those reports were true. But then again, they really aren't that lucky.

" So we are going to check out the situation? " Tim asked, tapping his finger against his mug.

" Yes. I'm calling my lawyer first thing tomorrow morning. And tomorrow night, we are going to scout the situation. Any sign of violence and we are going in. " Bruce said, clenching his fists tightly.

" I'm wondering why she didn't tell you. " Damian said, calmer than Bruce expected him to be.

" I do to Damian, but we will find out soon. " Bruce said, trying to ease the tension. " (Y/N) will live with us soon. " Bruce said, not sure whether or not he is trying to soothe himself.

He should have known he has a son. He should have checked. He should have... But what is done is done. He has to make a move and make sure that (Y/N) is going to be okay from now on.

They all waited on the opposite rooftop, just watching and waiting. It was quiet for a couple of hours, but it wasn't even two hours while they were here.

They saw the beating from (Y/N)'s so called father. Stepfather would be more like it. Bruce and Damian rushed in, shocking the two parents.

After Bruce knocked them both out, he knelt in front of (Y/N), who was shaking and crying quietly.

" It's okay. I know you are scared, but you are going to be okay. They won't harm you anymore. " Batman said softly, watching as (Y/N) nodded. Damian helped (Y/N) up, clearly still afraid, but none the less happy to see the vigilantes.

Bruce left him with the GCPD and he picked him up the next morning. Bruce picked him up, claiming to be his father. (Y/N) was shocked.

His mother never said everything. Anything. He was still shocked as he was afraid. Who is to say that Bruce won't hurt him? Bruce knew that (Y/N) is skeptical because of the abuse, but he wasn't going to let (Y/N) be afraid.

When they finally came home, the boys softened their welcome. Damian was very curious about (Y/N). He didn't talk to him after taking him to the GCPD and (Y/N) was afraid of the new environment.

Damian knew that it would take time for (Y/N) to feel relaxed. But you know, that is going to be okay. (Y/N) would heal and they would make sure that he was okay.

Damian knew that he would have to step up. He was biologically related to him and he was going to try the hardest.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #batfamily #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batkids

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rinstaro · 1 year

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OMGOMGOGMI HIIII

I MISSE DYOU SMMMM

I’m so happy ur back and and I js wanted to let u kno ur so strong bestie! <3333

now, I have but a wee thought I would like to share. An offering, if you will.

late night sleepy cuddles with sky (or really any of the boys tbh) and they sneak their hand into them Panties and start mindlessly making you cream but you can’t do anything about it because they have you in a death grip and your writhing and your legs are shaking and omg- and they just did it cause they felt like it. they were just like “omg ur literally so cute now cum you whore”

anyways that’s what’s been happening in my crusty little rat brain lately

k bye! <333

-💫

oh. you missed me? oh that makes me so happy !!!!!!!

i like this offering!!!! imma do sky and just a short twilight for this <33 thank you star

cw: overstim, mean boys, twilight is sweet but he’s really not, sky has a wet dream, fingering, coochie eating, consensual somnophilia, reader has a vagina no pronouns!

minors do not interact.

sky

sky awoke from his nap with a throbbing pain. said pain coming from his dick being so hard. he knows it’s bound to happen as a guy, but his problem is that you’re right next to him. still sleeping.

sky had dreamt of you. he dreamt that your soft, sweet body was shaking, writhing in pleasure while you called his name. he was startled when he awoke to find out that your sweet cunt was indeed not wrapped around him like a vice. he slowly sat up, gazing at your form. you looked perfect to him.

he pulled you closer to him, pressing his hard cock against your ass. he couldn't help but squeeze the soft flesh. he adored that you slept in panties, or sometimes nothing at all. he groaned at the pressure as he hid his face in your neck. one hand stayed wrapped around your waist while the other slipped into your panties.

he loved the feeling of your folds between his fingers. he sighs shakily, rubbing slow circles on your clit. you stirred only slightly, letting out sleepy little groans. sky really couldn't help himself. he began to grind into you, his dick straining against his shorts. he hissed, slightly speeding up his pace on your clit.

you began to twitch, soft whimpers leaving your lips. sky imagined how you'd whimper when he was drilling his cock into you. he let out a needy groan. he felt you grow wetter and wetter under his fingers. slowly, he slipped two fingers into your cunt, his breath hitching at just how tight you were. you stirred even more, your legs beginning to clench around his arm. okay, he's had enough. he lifts your leg, giving him as much access as he needs. he wasn't a selfish man, though. he'd let you cum before fucking your cunt.

the sudden movement jolted you awake, your eyes fluttering open. "b... baby?" your sleepy voice sends him over the edge. sky began to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them harshly.

you clutched the sheets, body overwhelmed with such a sudden jolt of pleasure. your cunt only grew wetter as he fucked you with his fingers. "b-babe! hahh, wait-"

"come on, pretty, don't you wanna cum for me? feels good, yeah? slutty cunt's dripping."

you can only respond with a weak moan, your leg twitching in his hold. your body began to shake, your orgasm hitting you so viciously. you try to pull your leg away, but his grip only tightens. "b-babe, c-cumming! s-slow down!"

your cries fall on deaf ears, sky continuing to grind against your ass. he grunts lowly, only speeding up the pace of his hand. you squeal, hips wriggling away from his.

"pretty, so pretty, n-need you to cum some more. come on, slut, we just started. give me more."

twilight

he’s just now slipping into bed after a long days work. you blink slowly, still a little groggy but happy that he was home. his hands grasped your hips tightly. “l…link?”

as soon as his name left your lips, you were flipped over on your back and pulled closer by your thighs. “hey, darlin’. gonna cum like a whore for me, ‘kay?” your husband kissed wildly all over your neck and chest, not even giving you a chance to breathe. you writhe and moan, the sudden pleasure wracking your poor body.

“l-link! a-ahh, slow—“ you kept getting cut off by your own moans as he kissed your chest, making sure to give your hardened nipples plenty of attention. he kissed all the way down your stomach, making you jolt. then, your sleep shorts were off in an instant.

like the animal he was, he pressed his nose to your mound and inhaled. you gasped out of shock, body jerking in his hold. he does nothing but growl and pull you closer, diving in to taste your sweet cunt. he’d been dreaming about you all day. work should have never dragged on for so long. he was craving a taste of you so badly he could go mad.

your back arched and you grabbed at his hair, pulling his strands. he slurps and sucks at your wet cunt, never stopping for a moment to breathe. you could only let out weak moans at the feeling, your body being fully awake now. you jolted and squirmed from your sensitivity, but he had no plans on letting you go.

he could feel your orgasm before you can. it hits you so quickly you can barely think. “f-fuck! link!”

this does nothing to stop him. he keeps lapping at your poor cunt, desperate to have all of your cream down his throat. you push at his head, clamping your legs around his ears.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck link! e-enough!”

he pulls away from your cunt only to growl. “quiet. let me finish.” he dives right back in, showing no mercy for your sorry cunt.

#meow 🤤 hi twilight #star.anon #kore.talks #kore.writes #kores.blurbs #link x reader smut #link x reader #loz smut #link smut #loz x reader smut #loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader smut #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda smut

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like-apollo · 7 months

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Dante and David (Part 2)

FRIDAY

Dante woke up the next morning with cum in his sheets.

“Guess I’m doing laundry today.” David and Dante both go to work that morning as usual. They know Maria is coming over for dinner tonight and they'll have to play it cool. But David gets a filthy idea while he’s at work.

When he gets home, David walks to kitchen with groceries in hand. “Hey Dante. You cool with tacos and fajitas for dinner?” he gives his son a knowing look, which Dante picks up on. They both smirk.

“That sound great to me."

David changes out of his work attire and and starts making dinner. Dante helps with the meat as David chops veggies. Dante finds himself thinking about his dream and his dad’s bare ass. He was so curious about it - how did it look up close? How funky was it? What does it taste like? What was gonna come out?

David was still horny from last night since he never got to bust. Tension was growing in the kitchen. David feels his stomach rumbling and he clenched his ass, trying to hold it in. He chops the onions while feeling the gas pushing against his clenched asshole. It was ready to bust out no matter what.

Dante notices how his dad’s discomfort. David can’t hold back anymore. He intentionally steps in front of Dante and backs his ass against his waist.

PFFFRRRRTTTTTTTTTTFFFF BRUMMPPPRRRRTttSs

David pushes out a long, deep 15 second fart right on Dante’s dick. This makes Dante hard immediately. David feels his son’s dick growing and pushing against his hole. The stench comes quickly and Dante is in a state of bliss.

“Sorry son I –“

Dante quickly puts his hand over his dad’s mouth, interrupting him. He grabs David’s waste and pushes it up harder against it. He leans in to his dad and whispers “Don’t apologize, I want more”. This pushes David over the edge as he starts moaning, his head falling back on Dante’s chest. Dante grabs his dad’s firm ass with both hands and starts moving his hands down his pants and rubbing his ass cheecks.

Both are loving this moment, feeling as though time stopped. This was all they had right now.

“Dante there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you about… it’s”

David is interupted again when they both hear the front door open. They shuffle away from one another quickly, knowing that Dante’s mother just arrived.

Maria walks in the kitchen and her bubbly personality fills the room. “Wow! Something smells great”. Dante and David give each other the same look, smirking. The food was almost ready.

They finish making dinner and sit down to eat. It’s a nice energy but there’s still so much tension lingering. Throughout the night, Dante and David lock eyes with intensity.

Dante notices David adding extra cheese to his fajitas. He gives Dante a smirk which sets Dante’s dick off again. He knows what cheese does to his dad’s stomach - and what’s coming for him later.

As the night progresses, they finish dinner and Maria gets ready to head out. David is feeling stuffed and tense at this point. He ate too many fajitas and the cheese was not agreeing with his stomach. His face is scrunched up.

“I know what that look means” Maria was familiar with David’s habits.

“Yeah mom, you might want to head out before it’s too late haha”. Dante was eager to be alone with his dad again.

They all share a laugh and say goodbye. David walks Maria outside and comes back in. Dante is sitting on the couch as David shuts the door behind him. He locks the door as his eyes lock with Dante. He dims the lights and walks over slowly with a primal look in his eyes. Dante takes his shirt off and David follows suit. David is now standing in front of seated Dante, his dick level with his son’s face.

Dante puts his hand around David’s waste and pulls his pants down, revealing David’s heavy bulge pushing against his white underwear. Dante strips down removing his shorts and boxers, rsrevealing his hard, 8 inch dick.

Dante hears David’s stomach rumbling again and he knows it’s time. He turns his dad around and gets on his knees, face pressed up against David’s ass. He sees the skidmarks on his dad’s underwear, just like in his dream.

PrRRrrRRRFFfffumppppbroooumppttt

A strong fart busts through David’s underwear and Dante takes it right to the face.

“Fuck Dante, take that fart.

Dante is moaning now, jerking off his dick. David starts playing with his own dick as he removes his underwear.

He spreads his bare ass in front of Dante’s face and starts to sit down. Dant’s head gets pushed back to the seat of the couch as David’s ass engulfs his face. His ass smells like sweat, dirty fajitas, and pure shit.

Dante is in heaven as his dick is getting harder. David feels his tongue moving around the outside of his hole, as he starts pushing out.

Prrrfffffummppttt

“Oh Fuck Dante, there you go.”

Dante pushes his tongue deeper into David’s hole, tasting the funkiest parts of his asshole while David strokes himself faster and harder.

Warm air fills his mouth directly from the source. It echoes down his throat and vibrates as he starts choking.

BRRRRRMMMMMMPPP

BRPPTtttTTT

Dante’s screams come out as a faint moan while he’s buried under David’s ass. He’s close to cumming while his throat is filled with the shitty aroma. David grabs his son’s cock and leans down to suck on it. The position pushes Dante deeper into his ass.

BBMPPPRRRRUMPPTttTTtttTsssSs

“Ahhh-uggghhh” – David lets out a strong fart down Dante’s throat as Dante fills his dad’s mouth with his load. David slurps on his son’s cock and swollows every drop. He stands up, dick still hard, and turns to see Dante panting to catch his breath after suffocating under the giant ass.

“Get on the couch, boy.”

David is still rock hard at this point. He positions Dante on his stomach and gets behind him, pressing his lips against Dante’s sweaty hole.

Dante starts getting hard again, feeling his dad kiss his hole, tongue going deeper. He lets out a few farts in his dad’s face while David strokes himself.

BbbbBrrrRRmmpppTTtT

David taste’s his farts, which brings him to the edge.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”

Dante spreads his cheeks as dad repositions himself. He presses the tip of his 9 inch cock against Dante’s wet hole. Dante lets out a soft moan as his dad’s cock presses deeper into his ass.

PpppRrumppppppTTT

He farts on his dick, which makes David press in deeper and give him harder strokes. With each pump, Dante’s ass talks back on David’s dick.

Prrrrrppptt

PhrruMmtt

PhffrumptTtssSs

PrrumptssSSsSs

His farts were getting wetter and louder as David was on the verge of cumming. He gave Dante one last deep pump, causing his ass to spill open as a warm, wet fart engulfed his father’s dick.

“Ahhhhh fuck!”

David was cumming buckets inside of Dante. Dante let fart after fart vibrate around his dick. They were boath moaning as the remainder of David’s load pumped inside of him. Dante turned around and looked deep into David’s eyes. They kissed each other for the first time, and then collapsed on top of him. They lay there quietly for a few minutes.

“We should probably get some sleep” Dante was exhausted and David agreed. Dante went to take a quick shower as David cleaned himself off. David laid down straight into bed.

Dante came out of the shower and felt like a new man, having finally experiencing his deepest desires. He laid down in bed that night naked thinking about this new experience. He wondered if him and his dad would do it again or if it was just a one night thing. He felt a little guilty for crossing the line and was thinking about how things could change. He tried to wind down but he couldn’t fall asleep. He wanted to talk to his dad about all of this.

He got up and walked over to his dad’s room, opening the door slowly. His dad was sound asleep laying on his side, still wearing the same dirty underwear.

Dante walked over to David and got in bed with him that night. He laid on his side, feeling his dad’s chest against his back. In his sleep David wrapped his hands around Dante and it calmed him down.

A few minutes go by.

Pffrrruuumpppttt

David is farting in his sleep which catches Dante’s attention. His thoughts start controlling him as his dick gets hard again. He slowly releases himself and goes under the covers, smelling his dad’s gas.

Dante gets behind his dad and pushes his face up against his dad’s underwear-clad ass. He breathes in the warm funk, feeling high from the fumes. David let out more farts in his sleep as Dante took each one to the face, breathing in as he caressed David’s torso.

He falls into a deepthat night with his face buried in his the funky ass.

SATURDAY

PhhhffbbRRrrrrruummMmmtT

In the morning, David wakes himself up with a warm fart. Dante is still under the covers, buried face first in his ass. David wiggles around slowly, causing the smell to disperse over his face. He puts his hand on the back of Dante’s head and pushes it closer against the crevice of his underwear, feeling his nose press against his hole.

BbrrRrRrumMmpt

Dante slowly comes to conciousness as he realizes he’s trapped in David’s dutch oven. Instinctively, he lowers the dirty underwear and goes in face first, tongue-fucking the dirty hole pressed against his face.

David is moaning but suddenly gets tense. He feels his hole tighten up and realizes what’s coming is more than a fart. Dante is still licking the rim of his hole, moving up and down. He tries to penetrate with his Tongue but David is too tight.

“Dante, you might want to move your head. I -”

“No dad, I’m gonna take it… No matter what.”

“I have to shit, Dante” David says, feeling more urgency. He leans forward to get up but feels Dante pull him back from the waist. He moves David back so he’s laying on his side and pulls his face close again, opening his mouth and surrounding David’s tight pressure filled hole.

David isn’t sure about this but he feels the pressure building fast. He tries hard to hold it in but the fajitas from last night are coming back with a vengance.

Dante breathes warm air on the hole, massaging around it with his tongue to help him relax. He feels the pressure around the tight hole as the taste gets warmer and earthier.

“I want you to feed me.”

Dante knows he’s pushing the envelope. He knows that once they cross this line, there’s no going back and their relationship would change. It would bring them closer. David can’t hold it back anymore. He feels Dante’s tongue push harder on his clenched hole and he’s losing control.

“Uhnnn… Gaaah”

Brrrhhh-Pft

A low but potent fart releases from his ass. It’s wet, feels warmer, and tastes like pure shit. Dante opens his mouth with his lips around David’s hole, feeling the pressure expand. He’s stroking himself tasting the wet, shitty musk when he feels a new texture slide on his tongue.

David is groaning, with his hand pressed on Dante’s head. He’s holding it still so he can’t move.

“Here it comes…” David pushes out and a fat log busts slowly past his open hole and right across Dante’s open lips. It fills his mouth quickly.

“Ughhhh”

Feeling instant relief, he takes a shit down Dante’s throat. Dante instinctively tries moving his head back, unable to breathe, but it’s locked in by David’s strong grip.

“Yeah, that’s a good little dumpster. Take daddy’s shit like a man.”

Dante chokes on a mix of David’s gas and fresh shit, which pushes his limits. He can barely breathe and any air he gets is toxic. He’s still locked into David’s, ass to mouth, as feels more pressure on the hole.

“I’m not done yet.”

David sits up and turns his body so he is sitting directly on Dante’s face, locking him down with his legs. He pushes out a soft turd from his ass and into Dante’s already full mouth. At this point, Dante his absolutely no control as his mouth is overflowing.

At the same time, he has never been this turned on. He surrenders his willpower completely. He feels lightheaded but his dick is throbbing. David still has him pinned down against his shit-covered hole but he needs to breathe. Slowly but surely he swollows it all down. He pants heavily into David’s ass.

“Good work baby boy. Now wipe for daddy.”

David starts rubbing his hole against Dante’s face leaving skidmarks across his nose and around his beard. David is stroking his own cock as he leans forward and sucks, causing Dante to moan with intense pleasure. Dante cleans his hole with his tongue again as his cock is throbbing in David’s mouth.

“Mmmmmhhhmmm. UGH I’m gonna bust.”

Dante shoots a thick load down David’s throat with a loud moan. David keeps sucking until every thick drop of cum is out, which has Dante on the verge of screaming. David gets up, releasing Dante and turns around to face him. He gives him a deep kiss, with a mix of Dante’s cum and David’s shit spilling into each others’ mouth.

David is stroking himself harder and his breathing gets shorter. Dante moves his head down while David’s stroking himself and he wraps his lips around David’s member. David thrusts his cock down his son’s throat, still wet and dirty from their kiss. His balls tense up and he pulls out, shooting a heavy load across Dante’s face and chest. Ropes of thick cum cover him while David is panting until he collapses on the bed.

Dante laid there next to David, knowing this was just the beginning of his new life as a fart sniffing dumpster.

#gay fart #male farts #gay kinky #gay shit #eproctophilia #men on toilet #fart kink #fart story

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urlocalheizousimp · 2 years

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Venti getting fucked by two readers?!

Summary: Venti went home to see two [names], one is actually you while one is also you in another form and once the both of you saw Venti you two already had a plan for him.

Pairings: Soft!Dom!Reader x Sub!Venti x Mean!Dom!Entity

Cw: mentions of “dicks” but can be read as straps

Note: reader #1 will be named “[name]” while reader #2 will be named “entity” also the reader and entity are the same person just in a different form, so imagine another you fucking Venti while you yourself exist entirely while also fucking Venti.

Note II: jsjjshs i actually was daydreaming about this while i was laying down on the bed and lemme just say it was so damn hot and also reader consists of they/them pronouns.

Venti coming back from Windrise was expecting a kiss on the cheek and a bit of cuddles from you.

He instead came home to two of you in the same room staring at each other, questioning how the two of you exist at the same time.

“U-uh [name]? What is going on here?” he asked as he blushed, seeing the two of you existing at the same time made him think on what it would feel like if he could feel both of your dicks in his tight hole.

“We don’t kno- hey! He asked me! Not you.” the two spoke at the same time as you both cut each other’s sentences, assuming that Venti was talking to either of you.

“Okay! Okay, look let’s not confuse ourselves. My name will be just [name] and you will be Entity because you just randomly came in this world.” you spoke up finally pushing away the confusion between the two of you.

“Alright, that’s fair.” Entity crossed their arms as they looked at Venti with a little smile on their face.

Venti’s eyes widened as he blushed, “I-I’m gonna go upstairs a-and change..” he then rushed upstairs with a huge blush around his face.

Entity looked back at him with a smirk, watching his figure slowly disappear into your shared bedroom.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Entity looked back at you as you nodded excitedly.

The two of you went upstairs to see him in the middle of changing his shirt as he blushed.

“Heyyy Venti~” “[n-name]! I’m still not done-!” Venti spoke up to Entity as he blushed intensely, seeing their hungry eyes stare down on him as they grabbed his face and kissed him.

With you still at the doorframe you went towards them as you went behind him to kiss his neck, taking off his about-to-be-worn shirt in the process.

Entity pulled away for air as Venti closed his eyes and leaned on you, giving you more access to his neck as you carried him to your bed.

You gently put him on the bed as you teased his little nipples, his back facing towards you.

You then crawled on the bed as you faced him while Entity went behind him.

“Aw look~ he’s hard and we’ve barely touched him ♡” Entity teased as he blushed and whined.

Oh boy this is gonna be a long night..

Venti held on to you as the both of you fucked his little hole.

Cumming for the 4th time that night as he screamed and you kissed onto his lips, swallowing his moans as Entity rammed their hips into his ass.

“P-please~! I n-need to breathe [n-name]~” the two of you have been torturing his hole for the past hour, he was clenching around your dicks as you two fucked him.

“Hah~ look at this whore [name].. clenching around our dicks like the slut he is..” Entity smugly looked at him as he struggled to keep up with your pace.

“Now now Entity, don’t be mean.. look how pretty he is.. he looks like a beautiful angel, doesn’t he?” Venti whined against your shoulder as his body moved up and down.

“Pfft says the person who looks like a slut.” you looked over at Entity with disappointment as you turned your head back to Venti, kissing his forehead.

The three of you breathed heavily, as Entity got up and wore back their clothes.

“Where are you going?” “Home. Isn’t that what you want?” Entity didn’t even let you answer their question as they stepped into the portal they made and disappeared.

“What a jerk..” you said before looking down and saw Venti asleep.

“Hm he must be so tired..” you said to yourself as you pulled Venti closer onto your arms, cuddling him.

“Good-night Venti..”

#venti #venti x reader smut #venti x reader #venti x dom!reader #bottom venti #sub venti #venti smut #venti thirst #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sub genshin #sub genshin x reader #dom reader #top reader

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atticrissfinch · 6 months

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Holy crap, oh boy did you DELIVER on mmitb3 💀these are just getting hotter and HOTTER 🔥 🔥 🔥

Between joel-rcoaster and "roger, roger" and the smut itself and the new sofa (we love a thrify interior designer king) and the interruption and ofc the body marking, this is a masterpiece!

You said you were open to HC on gas station Joel and I'm dying to know the text convos these two are going to get up to - are you able to give us a taste? 👀

I hope you write more of this series because I'm weirdly attracted to this sleazy filthy man lol thanks for sharing him with us!

Thank you so much!!! Oooo interesting!

(Cw for unsolicited nudes lol)

I think the first thing you ever text him is in response to The Photo. Probably something like this:

You: Ok, if you ever tell anyone I said this they will never find your body but…that is kind of hot

Joel: I kno art wen I see it. Im like 1 of those uhhh the fuck r they called?? museum people

You: A curator?

Joel: That’s it! Im a curator. Wanna curate that pussy alllll niiiight longggg 🤤

You: Not at all what that means

Joel: Cur-EAT 😜

You: 😑 I’m going to bed.

The next afternoon (his morning), he just straight up sends a pic of his morning wood. And you VERY swiftly shut that shit down, threaten to block him, and he immediately backpedals and swears to always ask first in the future.

And he sends you so many “🥺🥺🥺” emojis in apology that you actually send him a pic of your cleavage in return, because you can’t fucking help it with him. He sends about fifty “🤤” in response, followed by a bunch of “🍆💦”

And you roll your fucking eyes a million times…but the second you have some time alone, your hand is between your legs and that dick pic is taking up your entire phone screen.

#mmitb #mmitb!asks #asks #Mmitb hc

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 2 months

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As the Sun Sets // Dreams // Part Four

TW: Physical abuse

Part Five

Theodores POV:

“It is not me. Trust me Scarlet. Besides, I would be a horrible boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. Ever since I was pulled off of Adrian while he was getting ready to leave the train last year, Pansy has known it’s Scarlet, who I love.

Scarlet was nestled beside me to fight the cold. I can feel the warmth of her blanket through my robes.

“Any girl would be lucky to call you their boyfriend, you're a great guy. Even if you don't think so. I have met a lot of terrible guys. You, Theodore Nott, are not one of them. You're one of the good ones.” she says grabbing my hand.

Fuck are her hands soft. Don’t stop touching me please. I can't stop the blush that creep to my face. Gods, the scent of Honey, Earl Grey and Vanilla are overflowing my scenes. When she lets go, my hand immediately gets cold from the loss of contact.

All of a sudden she is leaning over me. Fuck. Her breasts are grazing over my cock. All of my blood rushes to my dick, I'm starting to feel myself strain in my pants. Keep it cool Theo. I tell myself, casually wrapping my cloak around myself.

As soon as she sits back up, she’s smiling at me and I feel as though cold water is dumped on me.

Burn marks all over her arm. Some older, some newer. Cuts riddled her long honey toned legs. Is that the word ‘pathetic’ scared over the top of her thigh?

Occluding just like she taught me, I turn away quickly and look out at the water.

I can hear her talking but I can’t stop thinking about who would do this to her? Did she do it to herself? “I have heard that you fancy someone as well. Are you gonna tell me who this time? You must know they need my approval to date my Theodore.” She bumps into my shoulder prayerfully.

I wondered if she would hurt herself like this. Intentionally write that into herself… But she wouldn't do that… My scarlet would never hurt herself intentionally. So who would? My jaw and fits clenching at the thought that maybe it was because of Adrian.

“Hey, I’m sorry Theo. I was just joking. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” Her words snap me out of my thoughts. Oh bloody hell Theo you're making her apologize. She doesn’t need to apologize for anything. You’re making her sad. She was trying to joke around and you're freezing up.

I need to leave. I have to figure out who did this. I have to leave before I start getting angry. Who is making her feel this way?

Getting up I wipe the grass off my trousers and start to leave. But before I leave she has to kno

“You’re not pathetic Scarlet.” I whisper so quietly that hopefully she didn’t hear me. Looking at her beautiful face then down to the scars that riddle her body, instantly I see her eyes change from the cloudy green to fully foggy.

Of course she would occuled. She has covered herself in disillusionment charms for ceric knows how long. The barley there sheen has always caught my eye but I know better than to ask about it.

Fuck. I feel my heart pounding in my ears as I make my way back to my dorm. Why did I leave her there? She obviously went there to be alone. She didn’t want you there. Stop. She didn’t want you to see her. Stop. She thinks you’re disgusted by what you saw.

I could never be disgusted by her. She’s beautiful. The way her green eyes sparkle when all her doors are open. The way her blonde hair shines in the sunlight. How when she laughs it's the most contagious laugh I have ever heard. She is perfect to me, and I have loved her since I first met her when we were 11 years old at kings cross.

Pansy. I have to talk to Pansy. Maybe she will tell me. She can also hopefully get this ridiculous idea out of Scarlet's head that I fancy her. Why would I fancy anyone other than Scarlet? She’s perfect. What if Pansy doesn't know? I mean she has always been disillusioned. Draco? We are best friends, but that is his family.. He wouldn't betray her like that… If he even knew.

Fuck.

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I couldn't sleep at all once I got back to the dorm. Visions of her being tortured in my head. Everytime I close my eyes all I can see is her in pain. Why was that carved into her leg? Where did those burns and cuts come from? Were those the only ones on her? Are there more words carved into her beautiful honey skin?

I have many matching scars as I saw on her arm all over my body from my father as well. Thankfully I learned healing spells at a young age and was able to heal them all before they were scared.

But why hadn't Scarlet. If she was scared, how come she didn't heal them? Why let them stay? Maybe she couldn't heal them. Maybe she was forced to keep them. Stop. I need to talk to Pansy.

Walking to breakfast I spot her just a few feet ahead of me. She looks better than last night. Not that she didn't look good last night. Just that she looks lighter, happier. Arm in arm with Pansy. Scars clearly disillusioned.

Breakfast was the same as always. Pansy doing her nails, talking about the upcoming halloween dance with Scarlet. Draco and Blaise doing a mediocre job at acting friendly while including Adrian in their conversation about quidditch practice last night.

Then I see Adrian’s hand go under the table to rest on Scarlet’s thigh. My jaw clenches. The thigh with that word carved into her. I see her face flinch at the contact but just for a moment before she occludes a little more and settles back into smiling and chatting with Pansy.

Picking at my eggs and toast I hear Pansy is trying to get my attention

“Who are you taking to the dance Theo?” Everyone is looking at me now. Snapping back on my classic Theo personality. I drawl “Maybe I’ll ask patil to go.” Looking for the twin across a sea of people eating breakfast. Patil and I have been friends for about a year now. Hooking up occasionally but nothing serious.

“I haven’t thought about the dance too much actually.” And if I'm being honest. I was going to ask Scarlet but now that she is with Adrian again I don’t know. “Well Scarlet and I are going to be an Angle and a Devil.” Pansy exclaims grinning wildly.

“Well obviously you will be a Devil Pans because you’re such a bit-“ Blaise was cut short with what I assume to be a kick to the shin from under the table. “Point made” Blaise mumbled under his breath rubbing his shin under the table.

Pansy continued “What will the rest of you be? I know Adrian is going to be an angel as well so he can match Scar.” Pansys voice grew quiet towards the end leaving a distasteful look on her face.

“And because she is my Angel.” He says placing a kiss on top of her head.

“Pans I don’t think I am even going to go. Dressing up is rather childish don’t you think? Plus I have better things to do than hang around a bunch of people who I despise..” Draco argues from beside me.

“Well you’ve been a party pooper all year, so I expect nothing less from you” Pansy said matter of factly “Theo, Blaise? What will you be? If you don't choose anything I will just have you escort me."

"Yeah, yeah that’s fine Pans” Blaise waves his hand in a motion to indicate he doesn’t care. “Sounds great, Pans, maybe I will find my own little devil to take back to my dorm with me” I say while raising my eyes seductively.

With all of us walking to class Scarlet hasn't talked to or looked my way once. I tried to get her attention throughout the day but it's all been short. “Thank you Theo.” “No thank you.” “See you later Theo.” If she was trying to act like nothing happened, not talking to me at all or as usual, isn't normal. She is my best friend. ——————————————————————————————————

After classes are done for the day I make my way through the door of Pansy and Scarlets dorm. I am immediately hit with the smell of vanilla and earl gray. Pansy is fussing over two red dresses on her bed. Different shades of red. One darker than the other. One lighter in color with sparkles and strapless.

“Oh good you’re here!” Pansy exclaims with a clap of her hands. “I need your help deciding which dress to wear. This one?” Flicking her wand she puts on the first dress. Short, sparkly and strapless. And the second. Darker, one shoulder and also extremely short.

“I would definitely shag you in that first one” I say with a flop onto her bed. “First one it is!” Flicking her wand back to her peach satin pajamas.

“So Theo boy. What can I do for you?” She says coming to sit on the opposite end of the bed. “And hexing Adrian is not an option. Though I have been really considering it lately.”

“No hexing as of yet Pans. But maybe later.” I smirk. “I came to talk to you about Scarlet… Ha-“ I was cut off with a groan from the raven haired girl I call my friend. “Theo, listen. I love you, I do. But I cannot listen to you whine about her and Adrian anymore.”

Rolling my eyes “I do NOT whine about her…” Pansy has known about me being in love with Scarlet since 4th year. She caught me beating the piss out of Seamus Finnigan for talking about how much of an annoying swot Scarlet is and caught on even more when I threatened to Crucio Adrian once we found out he was cheating on her.

“The other night she said she had a nightmare.. She looked awful Pans..” Pansy looking sad nods her head. “She gets them every now and then. Quite terrible honestly. Screaming, crying. I often have to hold her down to stop her convulsions.” Horror was written all over my face.

“Who are these nightmares about Pans? Has she told you?” I don't understand. She has never mentioned having such extreme nightmares. Trying to think back on anything that could have hinted to such nightmares, I come up with nothing.

“Her father… But I don't know anything else about them other than what she yells in her sleep. I have tried to ask but she just makes something up. Being late for her O.W.L.S or failing them. Nothing that would make her freak out the way I’ve seen.” She looks over at Scarlet's bed.

“What does she yell in her sleep Pans?” I question quieter than I intended.

Pansy hesitates for a moment. “‘Please stop’ ‘I can't take anymore’. I don't know what’s going on in those nightmares… But it's always the same. She screams as if she is being tortured, then she goes to the bathroom and will come back out like nothing happened. Won’t talk about it or tell me anything.”

Nodding my head in understanding,I stand up, kiss pansy on the top of her head.

Her father? She’s only ever told us that he’s an auror for the French ministry. And that she spends most of her time with the Malfoys because he's away often on missions… None of this makes any sense, and I cent help the thought that maybe she is hiding more.

#ao3 fanfic #theodore nott x theo #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott fanfiction #slytherin boys #theodore nott #theo nott smut #theo nott x reader #wattpad #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson

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azaarchiive · 8 months

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holiday girlfriend; semi eita

chapter three;

- not so surprise visit

in your bed laid you, heavily pregnant and extremely tired. having little to energy due to the little life-sucker that resided in your belly.

you were scrolling mindlessly on your phone, trying to find anything to keep you entertained but paused when you saw him again.

pictures of him smoking, drinking with multiple girls on his lap. each picture contained him kissing a different girl with various poses.

to say you were jealous was an understatement.

the father to your child is out partying and fucking other girls, travailing around the world smoking, vaping, drinking and probably snoring whilst you stayed on maternity leave waddling around with little to no help.

your friends were around but you could hardly call them that, you never really sought out to make friends around your area since people in (country) could be quite mean.

however, now you are definitely regretting it.

you slammed your phone down beside you, groaning into your hands before resting the beside you as well.

you found the strength to slowly lift yourself up, making your way to the fridge to grab yourself a nice snack to help you wallow in your misery.

pickles, peanut butter, cottage cheese with m&ms on top.

as you can tell, pregnancy cravings his you differently.

your phone started ringing, an unknown number presenting itself in your phone.

you decided to ignore it, assuming it was those scammers that hit you up ever so often.

however, the same number called again,

and again

and again.

annoyed, you decided that you have ti actually socialise with with random person.

“what?” you said, picking up the phone despite every fibre of your being arguing against it.

“still have that same attitude i see.” the unknown voice said, chuckling slightly.

“who the fuck are you?” you asked, you could tell that this was someone from japan from both the number and the accent, but you only know one person from there and that person would never hit you up again.

“it’s me y/n, eita.” as soon as he said that, you hung up the phone. you had no energy to deal with his bullshit and frankly wanted to live peaceful.

but he clearly had the energy as he called you again, talk about obsessed.

you rolled your eyes, knowing that if you didn’t pick up now that he would keep calling until he finally got to you. you knew how relentless and annoying he was.

“semi i don’t want to deal with you, i am 6 months pregnant, tired, alone and eating pickles with peanut butter and m&ms with a side of cottage cheese.” you said, tears brimming your eyes as you realised what your life has truly come to.

“wow, interesting combo but i don’t judge. i just wanted to talk.” semi sighed.

“well we are fucking talking now, so you can kindly leave.” you rolled your eyes.

“no like, about everything. how we ended, the baby, life, everything.” semi explained.

“well what if i don’t want to talk?” you asked sassily, semi didn’t deserve your kindness, you and him both knew that.

“that would be a shame since i’m standing right in front of your door.” semi chuckled.

you stood there in shock, how unbelievably could someone be?

“well- too bad! i moved far far away and you can never see me or your child again. goodbye, i hope you die.” you huffed.

“y/n i can hear you from out here, just let me in please.” semi pleaded.

“no! i mean, im not there so how can u let you in?” you argued.

“y/n, please. i know i don’t deserve to even be anywhere near you but just hear me out. if not for you, then for our child.” semi sighed.

y/n paused, semi did have a point. who is she to shut him out from his own child? although he was more than a dick, that dick was what caused a new life to be growing in your stomach.

she quietly ended the call and shuffled to the door, opening it to see the man in question standing outside awkwardly.

“long time no see?” semi said.

you rolled your eyes and started closing the door on him.

“wait wait! sorry, i know it was corny i just didn’t know what to say!” semi stopped to door with his foot.

you opened the door again, a small smile slowly making its way into your face before you wiped it off as quickly as it came. you could t let yourself fall back into his arms just because he seemed to care about you all of a sudden.

“come in, and no corny movie lines or you will be kicked out effective immediately” you warned.

a warm smile came onto semi’s face as nodded quickly, making his way into your house.

“god give me strength” you muttered.

“so why have you suddenly decided to care about us?” you asked, putting your hand on your belly and rubbing it protectively.

‘cute’ semi thought to himself, feeling a small pink dust find its way into his face.

“well after talking with my therapist- ok it’s not that funny” semi rolled his eyes at your silent giggles.

“i’m sorry! i just find it funny that out of the both of us, you were the one to actually get therapy.” you laughed.

“i had this therapist way before i met you, don’t worry you aren’t that special.” semi rolled his eyes.

“excuse me?” your laughter completely stopped, eyes piercing straight through his relaxed figure, challenging him directly.

“n-nothing!” semi choked out, fear swallowing him whole.

“but anyways, he helped me realise that, i had a duty as a father -regardless of how i feel- to provide and support for not only you, but my child. i’m sorry, for being a coward and running when things got serious. i have no excuse but i can definitely say that i have payed the price for leaving the both of you.” semi said, he held eye contact the whole time, letting you know how serious he was about his apology.

“i appreciate it, i’m assuming that this is leading for you wanting to be apart of your child’s life?” you raised an eyebrow.

“of course, i’ll pay for all the expense and, i want you to move to japan with me.” semi proposed which made you choke on your spit.

was he insane? you spoke the language sure but not as well as you would have liked to. you had your whole life and job here, moving to a whole new country pregnant will definitely be a hard task.

“i know what you’re thinking, but think about it. i would be able to support you better, i already have a room prepared for you and i can help you get a job post maternity. you work in promotion right? i know people that could get you a job in that sector.” semi explained.

you couldn’t lie, seeing him so dedicated to taking care of you and the child was very attractive.

‘don’t let the pregnancy hormones full you y/n!’ you said to yourself.

“i know it’s a lot, i’m still staying here for a few more days so you have time to think about it. i promise you y/n, im am more serious than ever about this.” semi took a hold of your hand, giving you those damn puppy eyes he always did when he wanted to get his way.

“i’ll take my leave now, seriously think about it.” were semi’s final words before departing.

“god i asked for strength and instead you brought in a semi eita? thank a lot”

#haikyuu #authors #black reader #haikyuu semi #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x you #pregnancy #semi eita #semi eita x reader #hq x reader #hq semi #semi is trying #y/n #hormones #update #it’s been a while

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mattsturniololoverr · 1 month

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~The after party pt2~

Summary: y/n finally meets the triplets a week before her best friends birthday party , let's say alot happens..... Warnings: a series - definitely smut in the next chapter -drinking - smoking - m/f receiving - Dom!Matt - p in V - unprotected sex - degradation - praising - use of y/n - getting caught.

pt1 pt3

"Matt why was I on your ph-"

"Look I can explain , I didn't want it to happen this way , I wanted us to get to at least know each other first"

"Matt? What are you on about , what do you mean get to know each other first?!"

"Yes! I know and I'm sorry but look y/n I know we barley even know eachother but we have alot more in common than you think and I mean alot more"

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes , it was like he felt sorry about something.

"Y/n I like you like alot , I've been watching your videos and I've always wanted to be with you and I would love you to be with me"

As soon as Matt said that I felt as if I was in a dream. I felt like I needed someone to pinch me right then and there to wake me up.

I looked back up to Matt as I was staring at the floor in disbelief that he actually liked me , I looked into his eyes only to see love and lust.

I stuttered in trying to give him some sort of answer.

"Mat- I don't kno- umm"

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done this- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable- oh my god I'm so stup-"

I suddenly slammed my lips onto his to answer his question. The kiss lasted nearly 10 seconds before I slowly pulled away to find some sort of reaction.

He looked shocked and happy at the same time.

"I do want to be with you"

I saw a small smile creep onto the corner of his lips , before he hooked his hands round my waist and locked our lips together in another kiss , it seemed more passionate and loving than the first.I wrapped my hand round his neck and started gripping at his hair as the kiss became more powerful and lustful.He slowly started to move backwards towards the bed.He breaks away from my lips

"Y/n are you sure I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to."

"Matt please , I want this as much as you"

I hook my arms around his neck and he whispers "jump". My legs immediately wrapped around his torso. I heard him groan into my neck and as my core touched his hardened dick.

He sat down on the bed with me straddling his lap. Straight away I felt his hands go and grab my ass and slowly grind onto him.I pushed his chest forward so his back met the bed. My lips immediately left his to make their way down his neck.

Once I got close enough to his sweet spot I felt his chest get heavier and heavier as I moved further down his body , I tugged at the bottom of his shirt indicating for him to take it off.He soon enough got what I was doing and sat up and pulled his shirt off so swiftly it made me crave more of him.

"Your staring baby"I snapped back into reality away from my thoughts.I soon enough took my shirt off letting my breasts fall out in front of him.

"God.. y/n.. your perfect. Fuck"

I started to get shy feeling the intense pressure of his eyes staring , he noticed me getting uncomfortable and suddenly latched his mouth onto my bud swirling his tongue around it.

I jumped at the new sensation. The feeling was new , no one had ever done this to me , It felt euphoric , my gosh I was on cloud nine I could help but let out small whined and whimpers , he kept his tongue going round and round while sucking on my now sensitive bud and his hand slowly crept higher and higher to my other tit , before taking it in his hand.

He started massaging my other one and swapped so he could suck on the other bud making my panties drenched at the feeling of him.

"Matt..please.....I need more.." I could barely get out of a sentence without stuttering.

"Ok baby...what do you need me to do"

"Please...fuck me matt.... please"

Again he was making me stutter on purpose as he kept giving me more and more pleasure on my tits.

"Ok baby hold on for me"

I started to get inpatient and slowly started grinding onto his clothed dick. He groaned into my chest as I got faster and pressed down harder trying to find any friction. He flopped down onto the bed so he was laying down with me on top still grinding.

"Y/n.. please.."I could hear his low whimpers and whines as he got closer to his climax.I saw this was happening and felt that I was too , I stopped and heard him groan.

"Matt... I need you now" I unbuttoned his jeans underneath me and slid them down to his ankles , I did the same as my jeans. I don't think I've ever gotten rid of mine or someone else's clothes so fast.

Once I took my jeans off me and Matt were only separated by a thin piece of clothing , I stuck my finger in the waistband on my panties. Until I felt him rip them of me , he immediately stuck a finger inside me , a loud moan left my body as I tried to take of his boxers.

"M-matt please..."

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A/n : I ran out of words so next part today possibly 😛

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

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noras-dc-shenanigans · 1 year

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Friends | Surprise

Sam and Tucker were acting weird. They hadn’t had any arguments about animals, or meat, or who’s turn it was to have the Doom controller… nothing.

It was suspicious.

And yeah, okay, they were all 16 now, so they could maybe just be getting more mature. Danny, himself, had stopped being a gremlin to Vlad, which after two years had actually messed with the guy more than anything Danny had done, so that was a plus! The Fruitloop had spent the last few months constantly on guard, expecting some prank to befall him. It was fantastic!

But back to Danny’s dilemma.

His friends were acting weird, and Danny couldn’t help but think it was because of the Big Reveal.

No, not Danny telling his parents about Phantom. That had gone well enough, as by then they’d realized that Phantom was helping and sentient, not just a pile of malicious ectoplasm.

No, the Big Reveal had been from Danny parents, who after hearing Danny’s confession has given one of their own:

Danny was adopted. In itself, not a big deal. They were still his family, they all still loved one another, it didn’t really change anything.

No, the Big part of the Reveal had been the fact that his birth father was none other than Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne.

Apparently, as a just-legal adult he’d had a pretty serious thing going on with a woman named Selina Kyle, but she left him at the alter when they were both 20, only for her to discover her pregnancy. By then, Bruce had taken in an orphaned Dick Grayson, and Selina had decided that she didn’t want to overwhelm him with a newborn on top of a nine-year-old. But she also didn’t think she’d make a good parent, but wanted to be sure the baby would be safe and loved and cared for, and so decided to look for a family herself.

Eventually, she’d come across the Fenton’s file on her advocate’s desk, saw that they were rejected due to their ‘line of work’, and decided to check them out.

Anyway, long story short, she liked them, they loved him, Selina used some of her ‘contacts’ to get the paperwork sorted and legalized, and Bam! New baby Daniel Thomas Fenton, ready for action!

… Yeah, Danny thinks Selina was probably into some stuff, and left Bruce because of a scam gone wrong or something.

But again, he’s waaay off topic. His friends are being weird, he’s like 87% positive it’s about his birth parents, and now they’re both obsessively checking their phones like—

Knock knock kno— INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! INTRU—

“Oh, sorry about that, we must have missed one when we were disabling them. Please, come in!”

Aaaand now there’s apparently people over? From the noise, it’s like five people or so, though they all walk so quietly on the carpeting it’s hard to tell, even with Danny’s enhanced hearing. He turns to ask his friends if they remembered his parents saying something about guests, only to see two identical grins.

‘Uh oh. Those looks combined usually mean bad news for me. Maybe I should take off while I’ve got the chance?’

Unfortunately, his friends knew him too well, and they both instantly blackmailed him with embarrassing Phantom PhailsTM videos.

So stayed he did, and down he went, once his mom called for them. The entire way down the stairs, his friends are grinning and smothering laughs and just generally acting like elementary school all over again.

Taking one, bracing breath, Danny prepares to see whatever the h*ll kind of prank his ‘besties’ have set up for him, and turns the corner into the living room.

…’Is that Bruce f*cking Wayne on our couch?!’

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Indeed. Indeed it is, along with Dick Grayson, who grins and ruffles his hair; Jason Todd, who offers an eye roll and a fist bump (and hoo-boy, that’s some very corrupted ecto in there, Danny’d better check that later); Tim Drake, who very distractedly shakes his hand before diving back into a conversation with Mom about their security system; and Damien Wayne, who gives him the stink-eye and only very grudgingly shakes Danny’s hand as well after Bruce nudges him into it.

So. That’s a thing, now. Meeting his super-famous estranged family members because his friends thought it’d be good both as a ‘parents-blew-themselves-up-and-Danny’s-not-a-legal-adult’ back-up plan (which, Danny can admit, is necessary, after he’d already had to put out several fires down there this month), and of course, a great prank to play. No doubt Tucker has several videos of Danny’s gaping.

After the awkward introductions comes an even more awkward dinner, though thankfully the atmosphere is due to all around lack of conversation skills and not a re-run of Night of the Living Food. (Thought Danny’s pretty sure he saw the meatballs wiggle a bit)

Eventually, everyone winds up at the front door, with yet even more awkward goodbyes and see-you-laters and a few, yes, awkward hand shakes.

By the time they door closes behind them, with a promise to join Danny and his friends at the mall tomorrow, he has decided one thing, for absolute certain:

‘I am soooo getting them back for this! Watch out for your own surprises, friends.’

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In case you’re curious:

Bruce- 36

Dick/Barbara- 25

Jason/Jazz- 18

Tim/Steph/Team Phantom- 16

Duke- 14

Damien- 12

#DPxDCFamilyWeek #Danny Fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #the batfamily

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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year

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Almighty Arataki Extraordinary and Exhilarating Extreme Beetle Brawl!

Pairing: sub!Itto x (slight mean)dom!gn!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: edging (m!receiving), public sex, hand jobs, teasing

Summary: Itto thinks he can call you his right hand and outside help, and get away with it. Little did he know, he'd get into some trouble because of it.

WC: 789

A/N: this is based on the beetle event! You don't need to have played it to read this tho lol

“(Y-Y/n)...”

You smirk, tightening your grip. “What is it, Bona-Fide Beetle Battle King? Hm?” you coo teasingly.

“I can’t…I need…” Itto stutters, whining and throwing his head back.

“What do you need? Hm? What can your right hand do for you?” you taunt.

You lift said hand and spit on it before returning it to his hard cock, continuing to slide your hand up and down.

“(Y/n),” he whines, gripping your thigh tight in his hand, “I didn’t mean anything by that. You kno–ah!” He cries out when you circle his tender tip with your thumb, causing pre to dribble out of the slit.

“Oh? You didn’t?” you taunt, tilting your head to the side. You bring your left hand up to his chest, starting to paw at his right pec. He whimpers and leans into your touch, your fingers tweaking his sensitive nipples.

“No!” he cries, biting his lip afterward when your hand suddenly speeds up.

“Oh, but I’m just outside help. Remember?” you taunt, squeezing his poor, aching cock and starting to twist your wrist as you reach the top of his dick.

“I’m sorry! Please! Just let me cum!” he begs. You quickly smack a hand over his mouth and stop your movements, moving your head to glance around the giant rock you were hiding behind. Your eyes look over all the people here for the beetle fights, eyeing them for a moment before focusing back on Itto. His face was as red as his beetle, his eyes teary with the number of times you’ve edged him. Everyone thinks he’s giving you beetle-battling tips. Little did they know, you’re giving his tip the battle of a lifetime.

“Why should I? Hm?” you goad, keeping your right hand still but removing your left one from his face to allow him to speak. Instead of speaking though, he just pathetically whimpers as he starts thrusting his hips up into your hand. You smirk.

“Oh-ho, the poor baby. Does it hurt? Hm? Does someone need to cum?” you coo, your fist getting tighter as he continues to thrust up into it. He moans wantonly before panting into the air, a drop of sweat gliding down his temple.

“Yes…please…I’ll tell them you’re a leader of the gang too…that you’re the best beetle fighter there ever will be…whatever you want, baby…just–ngh…please!” he says breathily, the muscles in his stomach starting to tense with his impending orgasm.

You let out a long hum, pretending to think it over. He turns his teary eyes to you, silently begging as his hips start to move faster and faster. Veins have started to protrude on his naval right by his v-line, more and more appearing as he continues to get worked up.

After a minute or so, you shift your body more in front of his, hovering over his legs outstretched before him. You lean over his red cock and let a glob of spit, it stretching from your lip and breaking halfway to land on his member. With even more lubricant, he starts moving faster and faster.

“That’s it, baby. Use my hand like your own personal fleshlight. Cum all over it,” you hum, bringing your hand back to his chest to play with his tits. He quickly smacks a hand over his mouth as his orgasm washes over him in waves, his eyes rolling back and his body shaking with the power of the ecstasy he feels. He’s never cum so hard before in his life.

Strips of cum do end up landing on your hand, but most end up on his chest. You smile at him and keep pumping your hand until he starts whimpering from sensitivity. “Good job…such a good boy…I’m so proud of you…” you whisper as you start licking the cum from his chest. You give extra attention to his nipples, causing him to mewl.

“Hey, guys! Grandmaster wants to know what’s taking so long?” you hear Paimon shout, her voice getting closer and closer. You quickly tuck him back into his pants and pull away from him just as Paimon rounds the corner. “He–oh. Why are you so red, Bull-Chucker?”

“He was getting angry because I was criticizing his techniques,” you brush off, standing up and helping Itto stand as well. He wobbles a little when he gets up but quickly leans into you in a casual way.

“Yes…ah, yes! Exactly! Compadre here was-”

“No time for explanations! Grandmaster over there is soiling our good name! We gotta go prove ourselves!” Paimon shouts, moving behind you and starting to push you both toward the awaiting child.

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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bts at a drag show/gay bar

i was already babbling abt how much i wanted to do this with my bias line and then y'all made me realize i should just make it a whole damn headcanons post so. welcome! here we are! here is my brainrot on how the boys would turn up on drag night at the gay bar 🏳️‍🌈✨ if this content is not for you, it costs $0 to just keep scrolling ✌️

knj: everyone expected that joonie bby would be flooded with attention from the people who came out tonight specifically in search of a tall, built daddy, but there's a group nobody saw coming that ends up swarming him first: the lesbians. they fucking love him, and he finds himself getting sucked into an hour-long conversation on the back patio about roni horn and rha hyeseok. he'll probably end up agreeing to start a book club with his new sapphic friends before the night is over (and he'll run into them all again the following weekend when he goes to support soyoon at one of her gigs lmao) 👭

ksj: entirely oblivious to what it looks like when a person is flirting with him, despite that being exactly what happens to him for quite literally the entire night. each time someone new walks away from the table, he'll turn back to yoongi and jimin with the same question: "okay, now surely that wasn't flirting, was it?!" only to be immediately told that yes, yes it was and no, nobody would sit through a 20 minute ted talk on the lore of maplestory if they didn't also want to sit on his dick. he'll argue til til he's half-hoarse from screaming over the music that there's no way everyone in the club could possibly be flirting with him - but frankly, he's not mad at the ego boost 🍆

myg: putting the suga in suga daddy, he's breaking hundreds at the bar to make sure everyone has a stack of singles to tip the queens, and alllllll the drinks are going on his black card. other than that he's pretty lowkey, mostly just sipping steadily at his whiskey and looking at his phone. when somebody finally gets nosy enough to lean over his shoulder and snoop, they realize that he's actively scrolling through his rotation of hookup apps and trying to match up people in the room to their profiles. might slip away for a sneaky link in the bathroom oop, but he'll be back in time to close his tab out 💳

jhs: full-send GAGGING at the queens and their dancing. he can't even stay in his seat because song after song he's jumping to his feet just so he can dramatically collapse to the floor with a gay scream, getting his life entirely with every new kick, flip, spin, and death drop. the word slaaaaaaaay! has never been shouted with more enthusiasm than it is tonight by this man, and he does not give a fuck that he won't have a voice tomorrow. once the show is over, he is the absolute center of the dancefloor, popping and locking and showing off his footwork like he was born to do it-- and the boys will definitely catch him practicing his duck walk at some point in the next week 🕺

pjm: without a doubt, he is the LIFE of the mf party, lost in the lights and outta his mind u kno?? it's literally just the like crazy MV, actually. will make everyone do shots as soon as they get in the door and then at least once an hour the rest of the night, if only because he really likes flirting (and by flirting i mean making out) with the shot boys. lbr he probably gets several shots poured or spat into his mouth, and if anyone's hopping up on the bar to get tequila sucked out of their belly button, it is absolutely this demon. and ofc he's bringing at least one person home with him - "it's gon' be a good night" indeed~ 😈

kth: disappears into the crowd a few songs into the set, but he texts the group chat that he's fine and just made some friends, so the night carries on without him. it isn't until the next performer is called to the stage - miss tata mic! - that everyone realizes he's befriended the queens, and they've done him up right: cinched for the gods, face beat to make his eyes even more smoldering than usual (...wait, did he bring his colored contacts from home?!), and moving fearlessly in borrowed six-inch heels. and of course, his choreo is flawless. he easily earns enough tips to pay yoongi back in full and then some 👠

jjk: the definition of 'happy to be here'. loves the lights, the music, the ~vibes~, all of it. he somehow knows every word to every single song, and the more drinks he has, the louder he's singing along. and the queens love him for being easy to fluster, the way even his ears flush with color when he blushes, so he gets a whole lot of ass and tiddies in his lap and his face (rewarded with generous tips, naturally). when the lights finally come on and everyone stumbles outside, he's a drunchies king, and he thinks the food from the truck in the parking lot is quite literally the best thing he's ever tasted. he repeatedly shouts 'DAMN!' up to the night sky, one fist swinging as he eats, until someone pours him into the car so they can all head back home 🍗

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