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Pleasurable Mistakes - Jey Uso (18+)

Pairing: Jey Uso x Female!Reader

Summary: The reader gets caught having a intimate moment in Jey's room.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation

Word Count: 3,578

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“Once we graduate, we should totally get an apartment together to save money!” Jey smiled widely, his voice slightly cracking with excitement.

“Yeah! When you’re off traveling for the WWE, I’ll stay and take care of the apartment! It’ll totally save up money.”

“Can we get a dog?” Jey pointed out.

“How about a cat?” You persuaded.

“I can work with a cat.” Jey grinned.

“God, why don’t you two get married already.” Jimmy, Jey’s twin, spoke up. You and Jey gave each other weird looks before looking at Jimmy across the lunch table.

“We’re not getting married.” Jey laughed.

“Yeah, we’re thinking financially, you know once we graduate high school you actually can’t really live on your own in this economy and the way it’s going.” You picked through your school lunch, regretting not taking your car to school so you could have left for lunch and get Taco Bell. It was such a nice day and your mother insisted you walk.

“Whatever, when I graduate I’m going to get into the WWE, find myself a hot wife and buy a house.” Jimmy nodded with a smirk on his lips.

“You, a hot wife?” You laughed. “You can’t even find a hot girlfriend.”

Jey laughed along with you as Jimmy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed blush on his face, grabbing his lunch tray as he stood up from the table. “Whatever! You’ll see, Y/N, you’ll all see!” Jimmy stormed towards the trash cans, tossing whatever food he didn’t eat and headed towards his homeroom to sit and brew.

Jimmy in fact did show you, he got into the wrestling industry, trained hard and got himself in the WWE, it wasn’t long until he had a nice looking lady on his side and within a few years he proposed. You also showed Jimmy, you were correct all those years ago about the economy not getting any better, taxes were up, and so were milk, gas and rent in the nice city of Miami you grew up in, but you and Jey stuck to your word.

Right after graduation, you lived under your parents roof a little longer until the following year, once money was saved up you and Jey went on with your plan and placed a down payment on an apartment with a nice view of the Atlantic ocean. Popping open champagne on the first night in the apartment, you and Jey stood on the balcony, watching the waves of the ocean roll in and the moon high in the sky reflecting in the water.

Glass in hand you stared off into the distance and on instinct, you placed your head upon Jey’s broad shoulder. “We did it.” You sighed happily.

“Yeah, we did.” Jey maneuvered his glass into his other hand while his right hand wrapped around your waist which immediately sparked something in you.

As the years passed, Jey went into some training along with his brother and they were immediately signed to the WWE, possibly because they were a package pair or because their father was also Rikishi some would argue but you’d always back them up and say they were there due to their hard work.

Watching Jey and Jimmy take their career higher and higher every Friday Night made you a little closer to the brothers. Even though Jey was never home regularly he still made sure to text and call daily whether it be checking up on you or giving you an update on where he was at and when he’d be coming home. It made your heart swell knowing he was thinking of you but it also feared you. What was he doing when on the road? Was he at bars? Was he fucking women while celebrating his wins?

Then again, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you never asked any personal questions. You never pushed him when he came home, wanting to know all the details on what he did while traveling knowing he was too tired to do anything when he came home, bags in the living room and him collapsing on the couch.

“So, any plans for tonight?” Jey asked through the phone that you held against your ear while typing a paper out for work.

“Me? Plans on a Saturday night? Psh.” You scoffed following it with a laugh as you skimmed through the pages. “I’m just finishing this report for work, take a shower, have a glass of wine and most likely watch a show.”

“Boring!” Jey sang loudly to where you had to pull the phone away with a smile. “You should enjoy yourself, go to the club and have men buy you drinks!”

You could hear the playfulness in Jey’s voice but you couldn’t help but to frown, you wanted him to buy you drinks and take you to the club, not some strange man grinding against you and trying to get you drunk to have his way with you. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, shutting your laptop. “I’m good.” You reassured.

“Your Saturday night, princess. Spend it however you want.”

You broke out in goosebumps at the pet name he gave you, wishing he really meant it and not in a sarcastic way. “I will, thank you.” You placed your laptop on top of the coffee table.

“Well, don’t have too much fun with Mr. Whiskers. No parties.” Jey teased.

“No parties, I promise.” You laughed, just on cue yours and Jey’s gray tabby cat Mr. Whiskers jumped on the couch and started to make biscuits on the cushion. “Where are you anyway?”

“We just got to the airport, it shouldn’t be a long flight but I’ll be home soon. Oh, we’re actually boarding the flight right now, so I’ll talk to you later.” Jey said.

“Okay.” You bit your lip. “Oh and Jey?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

It was silent, you didn’t follow up with anything, your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him how much you missed him and how excited you are to see him again after being on the road for months. “N- Nothing, never mind. Safe travels.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

With that the phone beeped a few times showing that the call ended. Sighing out loud you set your phone down next to you. “Well, Mr. Whiskers look like it’s just us for a bit.” You looked over at him at the other side of the couch to see he was already curled up and fast asleep. “I guess it’s just me.” Getting up you went to the kitchen, grabbing a meal prep from the freezer and heated it up.

Chowing down on the rice and chicken with a side of veggies you tossed the plastic container in the sink reminding yourself to wash it in the morning. Tidying a bit around the apartment you wanted to make the place look nice when Jey arrived. Placing the vacuum back and all the cleaning supplies in their rightful place you exhaled a tired breath, looking around the spotless apartment.

Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way towards the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door behind you, you looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under your eyes as your hair was in a messy bun from a long day's work. You started to strip from your street clothes. Making your way to the shower you started it up, getting it to the temperature you wanted.

The steam started to roll immediately showing that the water was getting warm quickly. Stepping out of your panties and tossing your bra in the pile you pulled back the curtain and stepped into the water. “Shit.” You hissed, quickly reaching for the cold knob and turning it to balance the temperature.

Humming softly as the water turned more comfortable to your liking, you bowed your head underneath it, letting it spray down on you and roll down your back. Goosebumps broke out as the water strolled down your body and the steam danced along your nipples, making them hard.

Shivering at the sensation your mind went to Jey. Leaning against the tile wall with your eyes closed you slowly started to realize how much you missed Jey’s smile, his laugh along how he’d watch you everytime you cracked a joke or how his muscles would tighten and ripple from the pushups and situps he’d do in the living room.

Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you started to think more of Jey in a sexual way. You’ve never seen what he was packing under his pants but you knew by the way he walked he had some size.

Your fingers danced along your stomach, making their way south of your body and cupping your hot sex. Exhaling a soft breath, the tip of your index finger and middle finger swirled around your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself out loud. Applying more pressure to your clit, you bite your lip harder imagining it being Jey’s hand toying with you. “Jey, please. Put it in.” You whined, your fingers still teasing your clit, slowly picking up the pace.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your stomach slowly started to tighten as you built your orgasm. Finally deciding to back off from your clit, your two fingers slowly traced your lips, collecting your dripping juices. “Oh Jey.” You said softly. Slowly inching your fingers up into your entrance, your cunt tightly wrapped around your digits as they sunk deeper inside. Your mouth collected saliva as the delicious pleasure started to drive up your spine.

Slowly dragging your two digits out you plunged them back inside of you letting out a soft moan, echoing in the bathroom. Your wrist started to ache but that didn’t stop you from picking up the pace. Your fingers quickly pushed in and out of your slippery cunt, your walls squeezing and sucking your fingers back in with a warm squelchy welcome.

Your thoughts ran wild as you imagine Jey, naked behind you grabbing your neck with his other hand while his free hand finger fucked you. “God, Jey. Gonna come.” You moaned out, your walls fluttering around your cunt. The warm water still sprayed from the head of the shower down onto your bare breasts as you tossed your head back against the tile wall with a loud ‘thud’.

The wetness of your cunt and your panting moans mixed in the air with the steam rolling around the hot shower. Your orgasm came quickly, coming undone on your fingers as they dripped with your creamy color. “Holy fuck.” You panted, resting against the cool wall with the mixture of the hot water made goosebumps rise on your skin again.

Slowly pulling your drenched fingers out from your aching pussy, you rinsed them off underneath the shower and finished up washing your hair and body. Once you rinsed yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.

Feeling much better after a little time, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam rolling past your ankles into the hallway. You held the towel around your body tight and started to make your way towards your bedroom. Stopping in front of a closed door, you looked at it. Jey’s room. You never went in when he was out traveling, you respected his privacy too much to even step one foot inside when he wasn’t home.

‘Don’t you miss his smell, though?’ A small voice in the back of your head announced.

You did miss his smell. The strong cologne he wore was always your favorite, smelling like hickory and vanilla. You squeezed your thighs together as your core grew warmer at the thought of smelling his pillows real quick. Looking towards the front door to see it was still locked and no sign of anyone coming in, you grabbed the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open.

Standing in the hallway you looked inside the dark room, flicking the switch on the room soon became bright and showed off his wrestling memorabilia. His room was neat and clean, dressers dusted and tidy along with the large flat screen tv hanging from the wall and his gaming system hooked up to it. You eyed his dirty laundry, seeing a sweater hanging from the side of the hamper.

Stripping your towel off, you let it drop to the floor, pooling around your feet. Stepping out of it, you grabbed the black hoodie, holding it tight and inhaling his scent. Moaning softly you remembered he wore this sweater when he was making a protein shake after his gym workout. The memory made you smile as you slipped it on over your head and now covered your upper half and slightly some of your lower half.

You inched your way to his bed, seeing how he neatly tucked his sheets in and the bed comforter pressed firmly with no wrinkles. You instantly ruined it as you laid on top of his made bed, his scent wafting in the air hitting your nostrils. Humming at the smell of Jey your brain became fuzzy and warm along with your cunt slowly started to throb again, wanting to be full once more.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t be in his room especially when he was on his way home. You nuzzled your head back into the soft pillows, gripping the chest of his sweater and bringing it to your nose you inhaled deeply once more. Memories of Jey flooded your mind as your heart hammered in your chest and cunt started to drip again. You needed another round to calm you down and this time in his bed.

Your right hand slowly traveled down your stomach like before. You skipped past your clit, not wanting to tease yourself anymore as your fingers pressed against your soaking entrance you pushed past your folds with no hesitation. “Fuck, Jey!” You cried out, arching your back as your two fingers plunged in and out of your pussy. Your eyes closed tight as your head tossed back into the pillow even more.

Jaw slack and mouth hung open, your fingers scissored deeper into your pussy but it just wasn’t enough. You needed another, your ring finger pressed against your middle and inched itself past your tight walls. “Y- Yes, more, more, fuck Jey I want more!” As you had three fingers inside your cunt, fucking yourself, your lower stomach tightened, you could see Jey behind your eye lids, he was there above you fucking you raw and moaning with you. “Yes, Jey. Please ‘Mmm close.” You sobbed.

As your orgasm was about to ripple through your body you heard your name being shouted, your eyes snapped open while your fingers quickly drove out of your wet cunt as you quickly sat up in the messy slightly damp bed. There stood Jey, suitcase by his side with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

“J- Jey! I can explain!” You grabbed the hem of the black sweater you wore and tugged it down your lower half to hide your dripping cunt. “I- I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You apologize, rooted to the bed you couldn’t move but just say how sorry you were. You disrespected him, his privacy, his bed, the friendship. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you see Jey not moving from the spot.

“So,” Jey’s tongue darted past his plumped lips. “You play with yourself in my bed instead of throwing parties while I’m gone.”

Still too scared to even realize Jey was joking you choked out a ‘no’.

“I must admit, this is a better sight to come home to instead of a loud party.” Jey smirked, his dark hooded eyes ran over your body.

“Y- You’re- You’re not mad?” You hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks.

Jey’s hands started to fiddle with his belt and unbutton his pants. “Does this look like I’m mad?” As he finished his words, he pushed down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung upwards, hitting his stomach.

“Oh my god- Jey!” You quickly shielded your eyes, looking away from him in respect. “I- I.”

You heard more shuffling being done towards the doorway and felt the bed dip on the opposite side you were looking from. “Hey, Y/N.” Jey grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “Please, Y/N, I need to know if you really want this, if you want me.” He whispered ‘me’ softly.

Finally opening your eyes to see Jey fully naked laying right next to you had your face heating up, your best friend caught you masturbating in his bed and now he was laying naked next to you. “I- I do want it, Jey. I’m so sorry for- for doing this in your bed.” You sniffed.

Jey had a large smile plastered on his face and tossed his head back slightly with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting it but I much do love coming home with you on my bed fucking yourself silly on your fingers.” He groaned the last part. You caught how his dick twitched as he spoke.

“Then yes, please Jey, I want you. I want all of you.” You begged him.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Jey leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in a hot kiss. Your lips moved along with his as he slowly guided himself on top of you, wedging in between your legs and making sure not to crush you with his full weight. “Been wanting to be in between these legs.” Jey said in between kisses. “Deep inside this pussy.” He moaned.

You whined against his lips, wishing you did this little stunt nearly ten years earlier but always too scared not knowing if he felt the same way you did. “Please, Jey. I’ve waited long enough, give it to me.”

Jey shivered at your words, looking down, his hard cock was poking against your thigh, twitching in anticipation to be inside of you. Jey’s hand went in between your bodies as he gripped the thick base of his cock and slowly nudged the tip of his cock against your still wet pussy. You both exhaled a satisfying breath as he sank deeper inside of you with ease due to you preparing yourself for the past hour.

“You feel so fucking good, snug around my dick.” Jey moaned. “Were you getting this pretty little pussy ready for my fat cock?”

Too dazed to even speak, you nodded with soft moans leaving your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started to swirl his hips in a circular motion. “Hmm, Jey.” You moaned, enjoying how his cock stretched you wider.

Jey’s moans rang in your ear, making your cunt grip his cock tighter in a reaction you didn’t expect. “Fuck, darling yes.” Jey hissed through gritted teeth as he started to rut his hips against you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. As he pulled his cock out it was slow, slightly painful but soon pleasure rushed through your body as he pushed back in.

“Jey!” You screamed as his pace started to pick up in a sloppy manner.

“You sound so fucking sweet, scream for me baby.” Jey panted, his wet cock slipping in and out of your tight channel. ‘Fucks’ and ‘shits’ escaped both of your mouths as both of your orgasm started to approach.

“I- I’m close Jey!” You warned as your vision slightly blurred and the coil in your stomach started to tighten. “I want- want your come baby, I want your come!” You begged, rolling your hips against each of his thrusts.

Jey nearly stopped his movements as he groaned lowly. “N- No! Please, fuck please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, the way you did that, shit.” He breathed out, his hips started to pump inside of you again.

“That’s it, right there!” You cried out, closing your eyes tight you saw bright lights explode as your orgasm went over the edge, taking control of your body. “J- Jey!” You screamed.

“Yeah baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jey moaned, his cock drilling into your sore cunt, sloppy wet sounds and skin against skin roared in the room along with his bed frame racking up against the wall loudly.

His warm seed exploded inside your tight cunt as he tossed his head back, moaning. A thick vein appeared in his throat, pulsing as he panted heavily.

“Hmm, oh fuck.” You moaned, wiggling against his stilled hips to feel yourself full of his come. “Big load.” You teased, feeling your pussy swallow his thick come.

“You have no idea.” Jey panted, hinting that it’s been awhile for him from having sex.

Jey slowly pulled his cock out from your abused cunt, the creamy liquidy mess dripping from your cunt onto his sheet. Jey didn’t care as he collapsed next to you, eyes closed but you couldn’t help but to stare at him. “How long?” You whispered.

It was silent for sometime as Jey just smiled. “Long.” He whispered back. “Very long.” He licked his lips, still smiling and cracked one eye open. “Since early high school.”

You couldn’t help but to smile back at him, he wanted you and you wanted him and here you were, finally having each other.

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dirtywrestling · 6 days

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High School Mizfit - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Teenage!Finn Balor x Teenage!Melanie

Summary: Melanie falls for the bad boy of the school, Finn Balor.

Warnings: Fluff! High School, Finn and Melanie are like 17 or 18, Foul Language, Bullies, Ditching School, Smoking.

Word Count: 2,546

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Senior year, the last year of High School, an end of a chapter before college, a beginning of a new. Just a few more credits and I’d be out of High School forever! Walking into the school, I walked down the crowded hallway towards my first class of the day, English.

My shoulders collided with other students as I made my way down the busy hallway. Entering the classroom, I took my seat, and the bell rang. The day has officially started. “Alright everyone, please pull out your homework I assigned you yesterday.” Grabbing my bag beside me, I pulled out my English notebook along with the assignment I worked most of the night on. I pulled out a pencil and placed it beside my paper. I patiently waited for the teacher to give us the next instruction.

The teacher came around collecting the papers. “Mr. Balor, you’re late.” Mrs. Ottoman spoke out. I looked over towards the entrance of the room to see Finn Balor walking into the classroom; one strap of his book bag was over his shoulder and his leather jacket hugging him tightly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Finn murmured, making his way towards his seat.

“Do you have a tardy note?” The teacher asked, hand on her hip.

“Nope.” Finn plopped down in his assigned seat, next to me.

“Well Mr. Balor, I’m sorry to say but you have detention after school today.”

“Whatever.” Finn grumbled, his eyes called upon the top of the desk. I looked at Finn, his hair was a bit messy as if he just got out of bed but that was just his style. His eyes seemed to have dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t slept in days. His scent was strong. He smelt of cigarettes, leather, and musky cologne. My eyes met his greenish blue eyes and were now staring at me. “What?” He snapped.

“N- Nothing.” I shuttered at his aggressiveness. I quickly looked away and fiddled with my fingers. As the class went on, the teacher gave everyone instructions on what the next assignment was. She wanted us to read two chapters of Lord of the Flies and write a summary about what we read. I already read the chapters last night. It helped that I read the book last year, just for fun, so the book was fresh in my mind. I wrote down my summary, which was a couple of paragraphs. When I finished writing, I placed the summary in my English folder and placed my things back into my book bag. I pulled out my Harry Potter book that I was reading, it was one of my favorite series to read just to pass the time. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw the popular girl, Beth, and smiled at her. “Hi Beth.” I waved. “What’s up?”

“Yeah, hi. I was wondering what those chapters of Lord of the Flies were about?” She placed a fake smile on her glossy lipstick lips.

I frowned with an arched brow. She never wanted to talk to me but wanted to know what those chapters were about. “Hmm, I think you should just read them and find out.”

“Yeah, hmm listen.” She popped her lips. “I’m on the cheer squad, which I’m sure you know because I’m the head cheerleader and I have a game to cheer at tonight which I don’t have time to read about gross flies. So, it’d be really hard for me to read those chapters and write a summary before tomorrow, ya know?” She explained, trying to encourage me to tell her the summary.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have enough time during lunch or your free class?” I bit my lip, not wanting to continue this conversation anymore.

“Listen, bitch.” She snarled.

“Hey.” A man’s voice erupted. “I think she said she doesn’t want to fucking help you.”

I looked over at Finn and then quickly back at Beth. “I- I didn’t mean it like that but I think you should read the book, it’s very interesting.”

“No, that’s what Melanie means now shut the fuck up and start reading.” Finn snapped at the leader of the cheer squad.

I swallowed thickly and swiveled around into my chair, facing the font of the classroom. “Thanks.” I whispered softly towards Finn.

“Don’t mention it, anything to get her to shut the fuck up.” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. His eyes skimmed through the book and turned the pages. The bell rang. Everyone gathered their things and rushed out of the room to their next class.

Getting up from my seat, I tossed my book bag over my shoulders. I made my way towards my next class, math. Just a couple of more hours and I was out of this hell hole for the day.

As the day went on, my free period came along. I exited out of the school and made my way towards the picnic tables that had umbrellas sticking out of the middle of them. I sighed happily to see no one out there. That’s the perks of being top of the class, I guess. Sitting at a table, I pulled out my sketch book. I heard the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder to see Finn pulling a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in between his lips, and lighting it up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke here.”

Finn inhaled the nicotine stick. The tip burned orangish red bright. He pulled the cigarette away from his lips with two fingers. He exhaled the smoke, letting it float into the air only to disappear. “Do you always follow the rules?” Finn huffed, rolling his eyes.

“If there were no rules, there’d be chaos.” I pointed out, I pulled out a pencil from my bag and opened up my sketch book. “Don’t you have class?”

“I got kicked out.” Finn made his way towards me and sat down across the table. “I’m supposed to be in the principal’s office to talk about my behavior right now.” Finn took another puff from the cigarette and blew out the smoke. I coughed loudly, waving my hand in front of my face to get the smoke away.

“Those are bad for you.” I informed him. I watched how his back was against the edge of the table and his arms relaxed beside him.

“Everything nowadays is bad for everyone.” He said back to me with a smirk. “They’re practically feeding us poison here.” Finn laughed. I smiled at his husky laugh and I laughed along with him.

“That’s true. I found a battery in my sandwich when I was a freshman.” I shook my head at the memory.

Finn took one last drag from the cigarette and flicked the butt towards the grass. “This school fucking sucks.” The smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke. “Wanna ditch?” Finn tilted his head back with a smirk.

“Ditch?” I choked out the word. “I uh, I have perfect attendance.” I blushed at how geekish I sounded.

Finn laughed at me, my blush became darker. “So? It’s the same as every year, you get a pizza party at the end of the semester for having perfect attendance. Come on, we can get something to eat and go to the arcade, my treat.” Finn flashed a smile towards me.

I licked my lips. I closed my sketchbook, shoved the pencil, and put the book into my bag. “Let’s do it. But how are we going to leave?” I frowned, looking around to see if there were any cameras.

“We’re seniors. We can do whatever the fuck we want. My car is right there.” Finn looked over by the parking lot. I also looked to see the only black car along with other colorful ones. “It’s an easy run.” Finn shrugged.

“Hey!” We looked over to see a large security guard exit out of the building. “You’re supposed to be at the principal’s office.” He started to stalk towards Finn.

“It’s now or never!” Finn got up quickly and darted towards the parking lot.

“Hey! Stop!” The man yelled, trying to catch Finn.

I gnawed at my bottom lip, constipating if I should follow or not. I threw my bag over my shoulder. I dashed towards the parking lot, passing the heavy set security officer, and caught up with Finn. “Let’s fucking go!” Finn unlocked his car and got into the driver seat. I pulled at the door open and rushed into the passenger seat. Finn started up the car. Before the security guard could even reach the car, Finn burned rubber out of the school parking lot.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to pass out.” I panted and felt my heart beat faster than it has ever before.

“That’s the adrenaline pumping!” Finn laughed, going faster than the speed limit. Finn let his car cruise down the street towards downtown. Arriving at the arcade, he parked the car and got out.

“You always do this?” I asked, stepping out of his car and towards the arcade.

“Have you ever seen me in class?” Finn smirked, walking into the arcade, he held the door open for me.

“Good point.” I shrugged, looking around at the colorful machines.

“Finn! Good to see ya!” The man behind the counter yelled. He was an Italian man with dark hair and hairy arms along with a large dark facial beard..

“Hey Phil.” Finn smiled. “Here to play some games.”

“And I see that you brought a lady friend.” Phil wiggled his bushy eyebrows. I blushed at the man’s gesture. “Getting this young gal into trouble.”

Finn blushed and cleared his throat, turning his head to the side so no one could see. “Just trying to show her life isn’t always about school.” He shrugged and handed the man a ten dollar bill.

Phil chuckled and exchanged a roll of quarters. “Well, you two have fun and enjoy the games.”

Finn nodded and thanked Phil. Finn split the coins and gave me half. “Wow, you’re actually being nice to an adult?” I teased, taking the coins.

Finn smiled weakly and looked down. “Well, he’s kinda like family to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid.” Finn cleared his throat. “Let’s play some games.” Finn said abruptly.

For the next hour, Finn and I went around the shop playing games. Once we were out of coins, we bid Phil farewell and thanked him for letting us play. “I should be getting back to class.” I said, looking at the time on my phone. It was blowing up. My friends were texting me, asking where I was.

“Oh no. I told you we were going to get a bite to eat too.” Finn smiled. “Come on, I know a great burger place.” Finn smiled, nodding towards the way.

I bit my lip, it was lunchtime back at school. “Okay, but after this we have to go back.” I assured him.

“Cross my heart.” Finn grinned. Walking to the next block, Finn held the door open for me once again. I entered the empty restaurant.

“Hi, welcome to- Why aren’t you in school?” The hostess growled, menus in hand.

“Woah, woah.” Finn held up his hands in the air, grinning. “I’m on lunch, it’s 12:30, it’s lunchtime and seniors get to go off campus.”

“Psh, I don’t think you have the grades to get off campus.” The older lady rolled her eyes. “Come, let’s get some food for you guys.” The woman led us towards the back, taking us to a booth. “I’ll be back to take your order.”

I looked at Finn, eyebrows arched. “That’s my aunt.” He blushed, looking at the menu. I watched as his eyes skimmed the page.

“She seems to care about you.” I giggled as I read over the items.

“Yeah, she cares more than my parents do.” He mumbled under his breath but I still caught what he said.

Finn’s aunt came back and placed our orders to the chef. She joined us, sliding in the booth she sat by Finn, after delivering us our food. “Okay, what’s the catch? Did you lose a bet?” She asked me, plucking a fry from Finn’s plate. Finn glared, snatching his plate away from her.

“What?” I laughed.

“You seem like a smart girl, great grades, not dressed like a river rat.”

“Well, Finn thought it’d be fun to ditch-”

“To ditch school lunch and come here.” Finn cut in. I arched my eyebrow towards him.

“Lunch huh?” His aunt wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie.” She looked over at Finn.

Finn huffed. “We ditched class to go to the arcade.” Finn grumbled, looking away.

His aunt groaned. “Damn it Finn, I know your parents don’t care but I care.” She said sternly. I gulped, this seemed like a personal matter to where I shouldn’t witness. “You need to get your grades up and graduate. Graduation is a couple of months away.”

“Don’t remind me.” He snapped, obviously having troubles in school.

“I can help him.” I spoke out.

The two looked at me. Finn glaring while his aunt looked surprised. “You’re willing to help my punk of a nephew?” She asked.

I nodded, grabbing a fry. “I mean, I’ve known Finn since we were kids and we’re friends.” I smiled at him. I swore I heard him growl at the word ‘friends’.

“Thank you, his grades aren’t the best.” She confessed

“We should go.” Finn got out of the booth, grabbing his leather jacket.��

His aunt frowned, watching Finn pay for the meal. She handed his money back. “Don’t worry hun, it’s on the house.” His aunt kissed his cheeks.

Walking out of the burger joint, we both went to his car. “You can take me home. I have no other classes for the day.” I said, buckling up.

Finn didn’t say anything as I guided him to my house. Parking out in front of it soon enough, I smiled at him. “Thanks for the day.”

“It was a mistake, I should have never brought you.” He snarled.

I frowned at his mood change. “I thought we had fun?”

“You think you’re so perfect and you think you can make me perfect?” Finn snapped. “Why’d you tell my aunt you’d help me?”

“Because you need help, Finn. I want to see you graduate. I didn’t know you were behind. I mean it Finn, I want to help you.” I smiled weakly.

Finn sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you help me.” He grumbled, gripping on the steering wheel in defeat.

“Good!” I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down my number and handed it to him. “Text me tonight and we’ll make plans on when I can tutor you.” I opened the door and got out of his car. “See ya then.” I waved at the boy with dark hair.

I smiled widely as I walked into my house. I had a great day with my crush, I got to know a little more about him and I met one of his family members. My heart flutters, hoping to get closer to him during homework sessions.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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So apparently my little sister found my Tumblr page.,…

Idk what to do with this information

She doesn’t even like wrestling and I write some pretty nasty shit

If you know me irl or my sister sees this, please do me a favour and do not read my shit

I promise you won’t be able to look at me the same 😭

I promise I’m more grossed out that you’re reading this than you

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markster666 · 3 months

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KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #2 (Face F*cking)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, Flirting, Teasing, Not a lot of plot, face fucking, aggression, slapping, pet names, praise, choking, gagging

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 519

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! Thank you all who have been patient. Lots of love. Minors click away please. Unedited, so apologies fo any spelling mistakes.

"Alastor, what in the flying fuck are you doing?"

You were reading a book on the lobby couch before Alastor swatted the book away with his microphone, quickly climbing on top of you and pressing himself into your body.

"I'm not doing much, Darling, just being appreciative of your everlasting beauty."

He then dipped down before you could protest and started passionately kissing you. You felt your face heat up, moaning into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and sloppily exchanged saliva, as if to drink the very essence of each others' beings out of each other.

Alastor broke the kiss,

"My Dear, I won't take long I promise, but I must use a part of you for a little while."

Your eyebrow raised in confusion,

"What part?"

As if something animalistic inside of him snapped, he wrap his hand in the roots of your hair before pulling and forcing you down on your knees. You struggled against his grasp for a bit before he wrestled your head up to look at him.

"Open wide, PET."

You cautiously opened your mouth and he inserted his finger inside of it.

"Suck."

You started sucking on his finger, continuing to keep eye contact with him. He was watching you with a mischevious glint in his eye, a lack of empathy. His grin grew wider as he watched you.

"Pathetic."

He slapped your face lightly but still with a bit of aggression and pulled his finger out. He then unbuttoned the front of his pants, letting out his cock right in front of your face. It caught you off guard, not expecting so much aggression out of him in the current moment. You wonder what stressed him today.

"I don't think I need to repeat my instructions to you."

You whimpered and nodded your head. You opened wide and he instantly slammed his cock into the back of your throat, causing you to gasp and choke.

"Gooooood girl, now, keep your head still for me, Dearest."

He gathered your hair in both of his hands and started thrusting into your mouth. All you could do was look up at him and take the relent on your throat. Tears started to well up in your eyes as he continue to fuck your face.

"Fuck, Pet, you feel so good. You're so so good for me."

You kept gagging on his cock and he gripped your hair tighter. Mascara marks started to run down your cheeks as the tears started completely flooding. You didn't know how much more you could take before you passed out due to lack of oxygen.

Alastor's thrusts started to become more sloppy before his ears furrowed and he let out everything into your mouth. He kept his base to your mouth as he unloaded inside. He was panting in ectasy and wanted to make sure you swallowed every bit of him.

He eventually pulled out, a bit of cum leaking from your mouth and tears running down your face.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead before clicking his heel and turning away,

"You may continue reading now."

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linopls · 6 months

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kinktober day fourteen

orgasm denial felix x fem!reader warning: SMUT MINORS DNI. use of sex toys, bondage-ish, sir kink (kinda) 0.4k words

you tug at the restraints that are holding your arms above your head and try to close your legs, but felix’s strong hold on your thighs have you moving nowhere. felix is face-to-face with your cunt, holding your favorite vibrator to your sensitive bud. he’s been keeping the toy on the lowest setting and bringing you to the point where you are just about to spill over the edge before abruptly pulling it away and stopping the oncoming orgasm.

“what number was that, love?” felix asks, looking at your flushed face through his fluttering eyelashes.

“f-five? six?” you whisper unsurely.

“did you lose count?” felix lifts his head to look directly in your eyes. his eyes are full of lust and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

you had sent your boyfriend some scandalous pictures while you knew he was at the studio working with his members. he opened the pictures unknowing of what they were and two of his members saw them and teased him the whole night. he came stomping into your apartment and tied you to your own bed frame with his own belt and began taking his anger out on your. he got to ruin you ten times, each one for each “slutty picture” you sent to him.

“i’m sorry!” you cry out as felix cranks the toy to the highest setting and places it back on your clit.

felix sighs, “i guess we have to start over then, hm?”

you lay your head back on the headboard as moans, whimpers, and cries pour from your mouth. you try to squirm out of felix’s grip but he’s stronger than you are at the moment. when you both play wrestle you are usually able to wiggle free from his strongest holds, but he has all your limbs going numb with the extended sexual torture and his muscular arms are wrapped firmly around your thighs.

“sir, sir,” you whine. “please can i cum? please?”

felix laughs and teases one of his fingers at your entrance. you squirm at his gentle touch as he pushes the finger into your wet hole. you try to move your hips down to feel more of him but felix’s arms are wrapped so tightly around your thighs you can move.

“stop trying to move, you aren’t getting anywhere,” felix hisses.

you feel yourself reaching your high and clench around felix’s finger, trying to feel more of him. but before you can release, felix pulls the vibrator and his finger away from you and you feel your orgasm fade for the millionth time that night.

“count, baby,” felix commands.

“o-one,” you whisper.

felix smiles and you swear all the pent up anger you have for him goes away in that moment.

“good girl, only nine more to go.”

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years

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Bad Boys Club - DX (18+)

Shawn Michaels x Simon x Triple H

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Summary: Simon is always on Vince’s good side but seeing how DX is running around causing chaos makes him want to switch sides and have some fun too.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Cussing, Male x Male x Male, Smut, Oral, Face Fucking.

Word Count: 3,941

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“God damnit! I want someone to stop these degenerates and I want it done by tonight!” Vince slammed his closed fist down on the wooden table making all of the wrestlers in his office jump, including me. “They’ve taken things too far.” Vince snarled, his eyes becoming darker by the second with anger.

Vince had called a meeting with the best heels on the roaster. There was me, the Spirit Squad, Kane, Edge , The Miz , Kurt Angle and a few other men that were in the back. “Oh don’t speak all at once now.” Vince scoffed as no one said anything, silence filling the awkward room full of wrestlers.

“Listen, Vince, let me and my boys handle it okay?” Nick said. Everyone in the Spirit Squad cheered and agreed with Nick.

“Oh please, what are you cheerleaders going to do?” Vince rolled his eyes.

I looked over at Nick wanting to hear what he actually had in mind. Even though Shawn Michaels and Triple H were bringing in TV ratings, they were costing Vince a fortune with damages. “You’ll announce that Shawn Michaels is the number one contender for the championship.”

“No!” Edge barked as he hugged his title closer to his chest, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one would touch his gold.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Edge.” Nick rolled his eyes. “It’s to lure them to the ring.” Nick kept going on with his plan as Lita rubbed Edge’s back to sooth him and reassure that no one was taking his title.

I ached my eyebrow at how power hungry Edge was with the title in his hands. Looking away from the couple I looked back at Nick hearing more of his plan. “Triple H and Michaels come to the ring, thinking that it’s going to be a fair match but that’s when Spirit Squad comes and beats the living shit out of them.”

“Yeah!” Mikey, another squad member cheered, making the rest cheer and pat Nick’s head.

“So, what do you think? It’ll be perfect to make everyone think Michaels is going to become the new champion but really we’re teaching them a lesson and in front of the world!”

Silence rose in the room, I looked over at Vince who was leaning back in his chair, thinking as his hands were folded together. “I like it.” Everyone sighed out in relief as the boss finally said something. “But.” His eyes gazed at the room slowly. “Simon, I want you to be in on this too.”

“Me, sir?” I questioned, arching my eyebrow. My hand upon my chest as I was in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s been awhile since you’ve had screen time. I mean, it’s either this or I fire you on the spot because I really have nothing for you.” Vince laughed at my job status which made me gulp.

“I’ll do it.” I quickly nodded my head.

Everyone’s attention went towards the door as there was a soft knock. A delivery man with his cap on backwards looked around the room. “I have a package for Mr. McMahon.”

“Well, bring it on in.” Vince waved at the young man.

The man with a neon blue vest came in holding a large rooster with a paper necklace around his neck stating ‘Vince loves cock.’ I harshly bit my bottom lips to hold back my laughter as the delivery driver spoke. “It’s from a Triple H and-”

“I KNOW WHO IT’S FROM. Get that thing out of here!” Vince barked, his face becoming bright red at the stunt the two members of DX did. Covering my mouth I smirked trying to quiet my giggles. As one escaped Vince’s head snapped towards the group I was huddled in. “Everyone get out.” He demanded.

Night fell, the parking lot was packed and seats were full. The arena was sold out yet again. The crowd was a bit more riled up than before with what has been going on with DX. It seemed like the more chaos the team brought the rowdier the crowd gets.

“Are you ready for this?” Nick asked, we were round the corner of the gorilla so Shawn Michaels and Triple H wouldn’t see us.

“Of course I am.” I lied through my teeth, I really wasn’t. This all didn’t feel right, swarming and beating DX in front of a live audience all because they were doing their job and giving us the rating like no before. If it weren’t for them we wouldn’t be the number one sports show on television and we’ve been number one for so many weeks now.

“Shh, shh.” Nick whispered as we heard Shawn talking around the corner.

“I don’t know, man. This all seems kind of suspicious, ya know?” Shawn pondered.

“Look, whatever. Vince is finally seeing it our way. We’re going to finally get some gold around our waist and still have fun every night like we do.” Triple H patted Shawn’s back making it slightly echo throughout the hallway.

“I suppose you’re right. Man, I can’t wait to be champion again.” Shawn smiled, showing his bright teeth as his long hair flowed over his shoulders.

I could hear the smile in Shawn’s voice, they both seemed so excited for this. My stomach twisted and turned, this wasn’t a good idea. Shawn’s music hit and the two men went down the ramp towards the ring for me. I turned around about to leave and back down from all of this but I ran into Kenny.

“Hey, our music is about to hit, where are you going?” Kenny questioned, looking over my face.

“No where.” I cleared my throat, my eyes darting at the nearest thing which was a water bottle. “I was just getting a drink before we went out there.” My hand wrapped around the plastic bottle, shaking slightly as I brought it to my lips and took a sip, trying not to choke on it as my heart was racing.

“I thought you were going to dip on us.” Kenny laughed.

“Simon? No way! He’s tough, he’d never leave us hanging.” Mitch high fived Johnny as they started to hype themselves up. “Remember guys, once Edge’s music goes on we rush out there!”

Right on que Edge’s music blared through the arena which got the guys even more pumped. “Man I hope this really gives us a push in our career here, great idea Nicky!” Mitch complimented Nick as we all made our way to the gorilla and past the curtains onto the ramp. Looking straight ahead to the ring, Shawn and Triple H looked confused and so did the crowd.

As we made our way down the ramp, the people in the seats booed at us as we looked like a pack of hungry wolves. The Spirit Squad surrounded the ring, jumping up onto the sides of it, laughing at the tag team as they looked confused but held their fists up ready to fight.

I stood there, outside of the ring, frozen as I watched the two older wrestlers look from one side of the ring to the other, keeping an eye on the spirit squad members. “Simon!” Looking up at who was calling my name it was Nick who was staring down at me with his piercing blue eyes. “Get up here!” He demanded.

I looked back over at Shawn Michaels and Triple H in the middle of the ring. The Spirit Squad moving in on them, I needed to make my decision and fast. Rushing around the ring side I jumped up on the side. “Yeah Simon! Let's finish this.” Mitch growled as they slowly started to get into the ring, I jumped over the ropes and ran towards Shawn and Triple H to the other side, close lining Mikey who was across from me.

“What’s this?” Jerry Lawler asked, sitting at the commentating table, observing it all. “It looks like Simon has taken another turn, making the Spirit Squad come off guard.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Mitch yelled as we were all in the ring.

I held my fists up. “Something I should have done a long time ago, beat your ass.”

Nick didn’t like that answer as he and the rest of the team came running towards us. I striked Nick across the face as Hunter kicked another team member in the gut and Shawn super kicked another making them all stumble over the top rope and out of the ring.

Shawn and Triple H looked over at me as the last member of the Spirit Squad rolled out of the ring. I swallowed hard, thinking that they were looking at me as a target. “Way to help out kid.” Shawn smiled, tossling my hair as he ran his fingers through it, making me shiver.

“Come on, let’s end the show with a bang.” Triple H smiled as we lined up in the middle of the ring.

“Really? You mean it, I get to-”

“Get ready.” Shawn said as the pyro queued up.

My heart raced as I looked out into the crowd, fans cheering loudly as the hard cam was facing towards us. I raised my hands up just like Triple H and Shawn Michaels. Bringing them down and crossing them over my crotch fire words bloomed towards the roof. We did this motion another two times while Triple H and Shawn separated from the middle of the ring towards the turnbuckles and posed so the fans could take pictures. Flashes of cameras blinded my vision but I loved the attention. Michaels jumped down from the turnbuckle only to keep chopping his arms down in front of his crotch. “We’re going to be doing this all night.” He winked towards me and did one last DX chop.

My face heated up, I wasn’t sure if it was because of the hot lights beaming down on us from the rafters or if it was from Shawn’s comment. Shaking my head, I went towards the turnbuckle where Shawn was and posed so people could take pictures.

As we made it backstage Shawn and Triple H thanked me for saving them. “We really owe you. Did you just turn face tonight?” Triple H laughed.

I couldn’t help but to give a shy smirk. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Well, you’ll love the attention and kissing babies to look good.” Shawn teased. “Plus your merch will sell more.” Shawn spoke of the plus side of being a baby face in the business.

“You should come over to the hotel and have a few beers with us.” Triple H invited.

“Beers with you guys?” My heart fluttered, I was going to hang out with my heroes I’ve looked up to since I was a teenager.

“Sure why not? You deserve it.” Triple H smiled.

“Y- Yeah, for sure what room?”

“17, Third floor. We’ll see you there.” Triple H waved as the two wrestlers went back to their private locker room.

I raised my hand, knuckles colliding with the wooden door softly a few times. I swayed back and forth, not having so much weight on one foot as I grew nervous. My hand grew sweaty as I held the case of beer.

The door swung open revealing Triple H. “Hey Simon- Oh shit more beer.” His eyes lit up at the site of me holding the case of beer.

“Yeah, I wanted to put a tribute in on some beer too.” I laughed as I walked into the bedroom.

Triple H shut the door behind me. Shawn came out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around his waist while his hair was damped and chest hair slightly wet too. I blushed at the man in front of me looking like a god. “Hey Simon, glad you can come by.” He flashed me a smile, his eyes looking at the case of beer I held. “Alright, more beer!” He cheered. “Trips, could you take those and ice them up?” Shawn walked towards the bedroom to grab his clothes.

“I’ll take those Simon.” Triple H’s hand grazed over mine, taking the pack away from me.

“Thanks.” I mumbled as I didn’t have to carry it anymore. My eyes were going back to Shawn as he bent over to get his clothes from his duffle back.

“Simon.”

I jumped as my name was being called. Triple H tossed me a beer which I nearly dropped but held onto it tightly to my chest. I exhaled a breath. “Thanks.” I grabbed the tab, pulling it back. The can made a hissing noise as I snapped it open. Placing the cool metal to my lips I took a few gulps.

“The game is still on, come over and sit.” Triple H patted the cushion besides him on the couch. Walking over I sat down to see the football game was still going on.

“Damn it, I guess I’m freeballing.” Shawn said, walking to the couch with the towel wrapped around his waist still and taking a seat next to me.

Arching my eyebrow I looked over at him in a questionable state. “What do you mean?”

“I guess I don’t have any clean boxers. I’m freeballing.” Shawn said, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing his beer.

My face became red at the meaning, bringing my beer can up to my lips once more I took a swig. “Shawn?” I pulled the can away from my lip but started to play with the tab. “What did you mean earlier today?”

“Earlier today?” He questioned, eyes glued to the game in front of him.

“Yeah, about how we’re going to be up all night.” I reminded him what he said in the ring earlier tonight.

“Oh, that.” He laughed. “Well, you know kid.” Shawn wiggled his eyebrows which just made me stare at him even longer. “Doing the whole chop motion.” Shawn thrust his hips up a little and doing a smaller motion of a DX chop, which just made me blink at him. “Come on kid, you know.”

“I mean, I uh.” I blushed.

“Maybe we can demonstrate it to him?” Triple H involved himself in the conversation now. I turned my head to the right to look at the larger man. Triple H placed his beer on the coffee table and stood up. “You know when we do this.” He did the DX chop in front of my face. “We usually say ‘We have two words for ya.’ before actually doing the little move.”

I stared at him. “Come on, you know what we say.” Triple H licked his lips.

“S- Suck it.” I whispered.

“Good boy. So smart. I think we should really show you what we mean when doing our little thrust.” Triple H grabbed his zipper to his jeans and slowly tugged it down. Pushing his pants and boxers far enough to expose his cock, he wrapped it around his large hand and started to stroke it to life. Pre-come already oozed from the tip as he let out a low groan. “Don’t be shy, show us what I told you. Suck it.”

Chewing my inner cheek, I looked up at Triple H’s large figure only to lean forward, wrapping my lips around his cock and suckling his shaft. “Fuck, you really know what it means to ‘suck it’.” Hunter tossed his head back as I swirled my tongue around his veiny cock and hallowed my cheeks.

“This is what I meant by being up all night.” Shawn teased, disposing of the white towel around his waist and sitting naked on the couch, stroking his cock at the sight. Triple H thrust his hips in a slow pace, getting me used to his cock making its way down my throat. His fingers dragged along my hair, tugging at it. A whimper escaped my throat at him doing so, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.

“Fuck, such a good boy Simon.” Triple H moaned, pushing his hips towards me once more, his cock stuffed down my throat, holding it there while my nose touched his pubic bone. Choking softly, I exhaled out of my nose slowly. My eyes started to water as tears streamed down my cheeks. Triple H pulled his large cock out of my throat making me gasp and swallow air for my lungs. Triple H chuckled lowly at how I sucked in breaths. “Turn around.” He demanded.

Standing up, I turned around facing the back cushions of the couch, bending over the back rest while my knees rested on the seats. Triple H’s knee tapped along the inside of my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs even more. “Ass out.” Triple H grabbed my waist and pulled my ass out more as my upper half rested upon the couch. “Good boy.” Triple H praised as he gave my ass cheek a slap.

A low whimper left my lips from the slap. My cock ached for attention as it slowly grew harder by the second. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around my cock only for it to be ripped away by Triple H and pinned to the couch. “Naughty boy, I thought you were going to be good for us?”

“I- I am good.” I promised. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think-”

“Exactly, you didn’t think. You need us to think for you.” Triple H tsked as he reached for his duffle bag and grabbed a lube bottle. Popping it open he squeezed some into his large hand and smothered his cock with it. Shawn made his way around the couch, now naked in front of me.

“Open.” Shawn demanded. Licking my dried lips, I opened my mouth for the man, looking up at him. “Wider.” He gripped my jaw, prying my mouth open even wider. Nearly unhinging my jaw, my mouth was opened wide ready for whatever Shawn was going to give me. The heartbreak kid stroked his hard cock, eyeing my position over the couch. “He rather looks cute in this position.” Shawn laughed.

“I think he’ll be even cuter with some vocals involved.” Triple H lined his cock against my hole, pushing his large tip in. Moans spewed from my lips as his cock stretched me as he slowly slid himself deeper.

“Hmm, you were right. Making my cock even harder with his moans.” Shawn shivered. “But then again, we don’t want any neighbors knocking and complaining about the noise.” Shawn grabbed my locks, pulling me more towards him and thrusting his cock into my mouth. A groan released from his throat along with a sigh. “He feels heavenly.”

“I don’t know.” Triple H grunted, finally being balls deep inside of me. “His ass feels fucking amazing.” Triple H dug his nails into my flesh as he pulled out only to push back in at a fast pace.

Moaning around Shawn’s cock as Triple H started to gain a faster pace from behind, jerked me forward, forcing his cock further down my throat. “Fuck Trips. Keep fucking him hard he’s choking on my cock.” Shawn laughed out a breathy moan. Shawn’s grip upon my hair loosened and tightened every so often.

“Bounce back, I’m not doing all the work.” Triple H growled, his hand coming down on my ass once more leaving a brighter red hand print. Whining that Triple H stopped his movement, I pushed myself back against Triple H while Shawn’s cock left my throat, pushing myself forward Triple H’s cock left me while Shawn’s cock entered my throat.

Pushing back and forth on the two older wrestlers I slowly grew to my climax, picking up the pace. “Oh I think someone is about to come.” Triple H smirked, noticing me picking up the pace on how I fucked myself on them.

“Look at him go, swallowing my cock.” Shawn gripped my hair tightly once more. “You like the taste of my cock down your throat?” He hummed in amusement, his blue eyes sparkling with lust.

“Hmm-mmm” I moaned against him, drool and pre-come dripping from the corner of my mouth where tears were slipping from the corner of my eyes. Shawn smirked at my glossy eyes, making his cock twitch in my throat. “Fuck he looks gorgeous.” He whispered more so to himself.

“Easy, Simon.” Triple H forced myself to stop fucking fast on their cocks. “We’re not nearly close to coming.” He chuckled. “And I’m not having you come that fast.” Triple H slammed his cock deeply inside of me, making me clench my eyes tight.

“Maybe we should finish up, Trips.” Shawn swallowed.

“Don’t tell me you’re about to blow.” Triple H raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not seeing how he’s looking at me, all innocent and his tongue- fuck it’s doing wonders.” Shawn moaned as I flicked my tongue around him once again.

“Fine.” Triple H growled, picking up the pace once more. The sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, Triple H’s balls smacked against my ass over and over again as he deeply pounded me. Jerking forward, Shawn’s cock fucked my throat raw and I was starting to feel it.

“Fuck.” I muffled Shawn's cock, eyes rolling back in my skull from the pleasure.

“That’s it Simon, you’re taking our cocks so fucking well.” Triple H moaned his hand coming down on my other ass cheek a few times. “Fuck, take it.” Triple H’s balls swelled with each pump and Shawn’s did too with each stroke.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up, you’re going to be dripping.” Triple H moaned, his nails digging deeper than before into my skin as his pace picked up, sloppier and harder. “I’m close.” Triple H panted as sweat formed on his biceps and chest.

“Keep fucking him, he feels so good.” Shawn pumped his hips, trusting his cock in and out of my sore throat. My jaw ached and I swore Shawn was going to dislocate it, worry grew in the back of my mine which quickly left as I felt Triple H’s hot come fill me up. Triple H roared a moan as he released inside of me. My brain became fuzzy from the pleasure.

With one harsh thrust from Triple H, he forced me further into Shawn, his cock buried deep inside of me, holding me there for a few seconds Shawn came deep in my throat. My body buzzed with pleasure and tiredness. Shawn was the first to exit out of me, his slightly hard cock pulled from my throat making a string of saliva and come snap back to my lips. Licking my sticky lips I swallowed the extra fluids, making sure I didn’t miss a drop.

“You okay?” Triple H’s hands massaged my back, his fingers danced along my spine.

“Hmm.” I shook from the intense fucking I recieved.

Triple H grabbed my body, pulling my back close to his chest. “Oh my.” Triple H said.

“Wow.” Shawn smirked. “I guess you really needed this.” Shawn teased.

I didn’t even know what they were talking about as they snickered and tousled my hair until I looked down. What was beneath me was a large sticky mess covering the sofa cushions, pillows and my stomach. I blushed not even realizing that I climaxed from the double penetration I was receiving.

“Guess we’ll have to call you our cream boy.” Triple H’s lips were pressed up against the side of my cheek. He slowly pulled his soft cock from me, making me whimper from the lost connection. “Come on cream boy, let's get you cleaned up.” Triple H soothed.

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Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Commission: @tokipanda68

Pairing: Mobster!Drew McIntyre x Melody

Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants.

Warnings: 18+, Kidnapping? Mafia, Cussing, Mentions of gambling and drinking, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,193

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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I’ll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in.

“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violent things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved.

Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture.

Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.

Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver.

Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she’s all I have.”

“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves.

“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?”

Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat.

Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother’s cheeks.

My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze.

“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents.

My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.”

“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.

I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him.

I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled.

Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.”

“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back.

“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt.

Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.

“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were.

“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now.

“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window.

“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell.

My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room.

As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop.

“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.

“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.

“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.

“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop.

Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room.

That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did.

My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax.

Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on.

My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears.

“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.

“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked. Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”

My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off.

“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?”

I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words.

“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.

“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out.

Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast.

Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple.

“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast.

“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his

hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts.

Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties.

Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass.

“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision.

My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me.

“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning.

Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he’s ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.

“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter.

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh.

“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt.

“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper.

Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist.

My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time.

“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before.

The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear.

“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder.

“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded.

“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.

As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath.

He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.

“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I… “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today.

“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.

Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly.

“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself.

“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised.

Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons.

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand.

“What?” He questioned.

I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.”

“You sure you don’t want to think-”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.

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moni-logues · 10 months

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Different Spaces

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Genre: friends to lovers, smut

Summary: Chan has just returned home from tour and you hope you aren't wrong that something has changed between you. Only one way to find out...

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: one (1) handjob, little bit of cum-eating, that's pretty much ya lot!

AN: YES, she's a MULTI BLOG NOW. And obviously it's Chan. It was always going to be Chan lmaooooo. Anyway, this idea crept into my head last night and then I wrote it today to put off writing something else 😅😅😅 I HOPE YOU ENJOY! It's unbeta'd (except for @minttangerines reading it to make sure it didn't suck lol) so forgive the typos please!!!

ETA: you can now find part two HERE!

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It wasn’t weird and it wasn’t uncomfortable. But it was different. It was definitely different this time.

Chan sat in front of you, between your legs, his back against your chest and his head in the soft space between your shoulder and collarbone. You leant against the arm of the sofa with your hands on his stomach-

That was different. You had the hem of his T-shirt between your fingers, toying mindlessly, while your other hand rested on his warm, soft skin beneath it. He had one hand resting over yours, his fingers not exactly entwined with yours, but not exactly not.

You’d held hands before. On occasion. Entirely casually, platonically. Except for the part where you wished it wasn’t casual, wished it wasn’t platonic.

You’d had feelings for Chan for as long as you could remember, since you first set eyes on him. Honestly, you were used to it. Comfortable with it even. You knew you weren’t going to do anything about it and that meant it didn’t worry you. It would be your little secret and you would soak up all the time with him you could, you would enjoy all the friendship privileges he offered you and you would clutch them close to your heart in the absence of any actual body to hold.

It was only before he went away this last time, a couple of months ago, that you felt something change. Something about how clingy he had been the night before he left, a little more tactile than he usually was. He was ants-in-his-pants fidgety and wouldn’t sit still. He was wrestling you into a hug one minute and then pushing you to the other end of the sofa the next. He held you so tightly and for so long when you hugged him goodbye that you had joked it was like he was going off to war. He had laughed only half-heartedly, which, for Chan, might as well have not been laughing at all. He had pulled back and looked at you intensely with his hands still on your waist and you had waited and waited for him to say or do something else but he just kept looking.

“Are you going to like, actually leave?” you had asked.

He snapped out of his trance and ruffled your hair.

“Course I’m going! Why? Trying to get me to stay?”

You weren’t, because you knew he was going to leave, anyway, that he had to go, but he sounded hopeful (or were you imagining it?).

“Yeah. I did consider locking you up for a second, but taking care of one animal is enough; I’m not sure I could cope with having to feed and care for you, too!”

He had done a proper laugh then and you were reassured that whatever had just happened, it was a blip, a glitch, nothing more. He had hugged you one last time, shorter, looser, and then turned to leave with a salute.

Then he was back, hugging you just as hard, fresh off the plane (rather unfresh, actually, and he had the cheek to ask to use your shower!).

And it was the same as it had ever been.

But it was also different. Because he had told you so many times while he was away that he missed you; he had said ‘wish you were here!’ so often that you actually believed it; your gallery was full of ‘found you!’ photos of ugly statues and ‘thought you’d like this’ shots of architecture and souvenirs—souvenirs he’d actually bought and brought home for you. He didn’t usually do that.

And now, there you were, with your hands on his skin and your cheek resting lightly on the top of his head and he was laughing at the film you were watching and taking your hand from the hem of his top, crossing it over his torso and holding it there. He closed his fingers over yours. Holding hands. You flattened your palm over his stomach and stroked sideways, the circle of your arms tighter around him, and you wanted to ask what this meant. Did it mean anything? Had he just been lonely on the road? Did he just want some physical contact? Were you just... there?

You weren’t one to be stuck in indecision. You didn’t have the patience for it. You decided, when you first met, that you weren’t going to act on your feelings because trying to date an idol was an insane thing to do. And you didn’t need the stress.

But you also didn’t need the long, drawn-out stress of a ‘will they? Won't they?’ scenario with one of your closest friends.

And, if you were going to be really honest, you kind of did need a good fuck. And you’d thought about fucking him a lot, one might say too much. And if he was interested, if something had changed and he saw you differently now, well, then the bedroom was calling for you.

“Chan?” you said quietly.

He twisted his head a little.

“Yeah?”

“Can I... touch you?”

You drew your fingers back, softly grazing your nails against his abs. He giggled.

“What do you mean? We already are touching!”

You slipped just the tips of your fingers beneath the waistband of his jogging bottoms and the waistband of his boxers.

“No, I mean... touch you.”

“Oh, sh-… Uh.”

You didn’t move your hand; you felt his heartrate quicken, thumping back against your chest.

“You don’t have to say yes. It’s ok if the answer’s no.”

“Yeah, no,” he said. “I mean, the answer’s yes. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

He swallowed and nodded and put his hand over yours, carefully encouraging it lower.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

His hand left yours as it disappeared beneath the fabric of his clothes and you couldn't breathe as your fingers ran over the velvet skin of his soft cock, which twitched on contact. As you pushed his trousers and his boxers down, you almost couldn’t look, couldn’t bear the thought of disappointment, after all this waiting, after every fantasy, but you needn’t have worried. Of course, it was fucking perfect. Just like the rest of him. You wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length and he shifted.

“You don’-” Then he hesitated.

“Don’t what?”

“Uh, you don’t have to be gentle...”

Then he wrapped his fingers around yours, squeezed a little tighter, and your thighs squeezed, too. You chuckled, a little embarrassed, a little shy actually, a little over-awed.

“Channie likes it rough, huh?”

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was blushing; you could feel the heat radiate from his cheeks.

“Um, well, uh-”

He was stammering now and you were amazed that he could be bashful with his cock in your hand, shy even though he was directing you.

“I like it,” you whispered and you felt a shiver go through him.

He kept his hand over yours and you smiled to yourself because you should have expected this. Control freak Chan, perfectionist Chan, Mr ‘I’ll just do it myself’ Bang. It was cute. But you weren’t going to let him get away with it. You let him control you, let him show you how he liked it, let him get himself to the point where his breathing was heavy and his bottom lip was bitten between his teeth and his brows were furrowed.

“Hey,” said, nudging his head with yours. “Who exactly is giving this handjob? You want me to just leave you to it or...?”

He spluttered and stopped and immediately let your hand go.

“Sorry, I-”

“You don’t have to apologise; I know you. But I want to do this for you, y’know?” You turned your head and gently bit the top of his ear before pressing a kiss to it.

“Yeah, got it. All yours.”

“Thank you.”

You had him panting again in seconds, because he had already given you his secrets, and when he tipped his head backwards and whined, it made your cunt pulse.

“Ok, you’re right, you’re right,” he gasped. “This is better. Fuck... Oh shit.”

He was moving like he couldn’t help himself, his hips snapping up, fucking himself in your fist and you could feel his thighs twitching, feel the tension coiling in his body.

It was building in you, too, as you soaked through your underwear. He wasn’t quiet and every moan, every grunt, every gasp of your name made your head spin. You hoped it wouldn’t stop here. After all this time, something was finally happening and you needed it to keep happening, you needed him to feel you, too. A moan fell from your own mouth as you imagined him fucking you, imagined that it wasn’t your hand around his cock but your cunt. That he liked it even rougher when he was inside you. That the deep black intensity he had inside him came out. That he fucked you like he danced, with every inch of his body and every ounce of strength.

“I’m-.. I’m-…"

You didn’t need him to tell you.

“I know, babe. Go on, make a mess. Make a mess for me.”

With a shudder and a cry trapped low in his throat, he came, over your hand, over your fingers, over his stomach and his T-shirt. He was gulping in air with his eyes closed and a hand clenching and unclenching at his side.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered as you swiped a finger through the mess on his skin. “Who’s going to clean all this up?”

You raised your hand and brought it almost to your own mouth, then pretended to think twice before pressing down on his bottom lip. It was a bold move, you knew, but you were feeling emboldened.

Then he opened his mouth and took your cum-sticky fingers in without a second’s hesitation. Would the night’s surprises never end? He licked your fingers clean and ran his tongue over your palm before he swiped his finger through the mess on his stomach and lifted it to your lips. You laughed.

“I can do you one better.”

You shuffled and climbed out from behind him, pushing him down and straddling him. It was the first time you had been face to face; you both blushed when your eyes met and you couldn’t stop the giggle that rose in your throat. He giggled back and you recognised that you were on the verge of hysteria; if you let that giggle become a laugh, it wouldn’t stop until you were both crying. You tried to rein it in, this strange, self-conscious shyness that was gripping you, this wild giddiness that made you want to scream with laughter and cry ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!’. You were looking at Chan and you knew he felt it, too; his eyes glittered and then all but disappeared as his smile widened. He bit his lip to try to keep it in, but it was no use.

He snorted and covered his face with his hands as a loud laugh bellowed forth. You never could resist his mirth. You were helpless to it at the best of times. He was curling over, his whole body shaking, and you were climbing off him, flopping to the floor, weak with it, the laughter sapping your strength and overriding any capacity for being serious. It was too absurd. That this had just happened. That one day—one moment—you were friends and the next you were making him come over himself, that he was licking his own cum from your fingers. That you had wanted this for such a long time and sworn off it. That you had no idea it might be something he wanted. That you never even thought to ask! That it could have been this easy? All this time?

Your brain was elsewhere as your breath shuddered and tears streaked your cheeks. You thought you had got yourself under control: your breathing was shaky and your stomach hurt but your eyes were dry and you sat yourself up. Then you looked at Chan, face also tear-streaked, flushed with glee, and you both collapsed again.

“Don’t look at me,” Chan said, his voice thick and wobbly with laugher some minutes later. “Don’t look at me, please, I can’t laugh anymore, but can you get me a fucking tissue or something?”

You shut your eyes, scrunched your face, and pressed your fist to the bridge of your nose; you couldn’t laugh anymore, it would kill you. But you knew that if you turned to look at him, helpless and messy on his back, that another fit would catch you. You crawled to the end table and threw the box of tissues in his direction.

“Thanks.”

You leant back against the edge of the sofa and let your breath resume its normal rhythm, let your heart slow down, let Chan wipe himself up and tuck himself away. You felt him sit up as his knee knocked your shoulder and you turned so you could just see him out of the corner of your eye. He looked down at his cum-stained T-shirt and gingerly pulled it over his head. Then he looked at it, displeased.

“This was clean on like, an hour ago.”

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude. You want me to take the handy back or something?”

He looked alarmed for a second.

“Do you want to take it back?”

“No.”

“Good, neither do I.”

“I would kind of like to know where the fuck it came from though.”

“What are you talking about? You started it! You offered!”

“Chan, you were holding my hand. We don’t hold hands! Look at all this shit you bought me!” You gestured broadly to giftbags and boxes, trinkets and jewellery on the coffee table. “Besides, I’ve always wanted it; you haven’t.”

He stared at you, mute, looking like you’d just asked him a long division question.

“You always wanted it?”

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because you didn’t want it!”

“How would you know?! You never asked!”

“Ok, well, did you?”

He looked up; he looked down. He looked thoughtful. He looked a little apologetic.

“I don’t really know,” was his eventual answer.

“Well, there you go. That’s why I didn’t say.”

Silence reigned and you didn’t want this to collapse, to fizzle into awkwardness.

“Do you want it? Now?” you asked.

“Yeah.” At least he sounded sure about that.

“What changed?”

When he looked at you and caught your eyes, there was a look there you hadn’t seen in them before. It was almost painfully soft, tender in a way that pierced your heart. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you like he was looking at something precious, something sweet. Then he shrugged.

“I’ve never been away from you that long before.”

“And?”

“I didn’t want to be. It made me not want to go at all. And I couldn’t work out why it mattered so much. I’ve been away before. I’ve been here, even, and just been busy and not seen you for a while. But it felt different this time, somehow. I really didn’t want to go. And I talked about it and everyone told me I was like, the world’s biggest idiot. They all apparently thought—or knew?—I had feelings for you already and they all just said ‘tell her! You’ve got to tell her! Go for it!’ and I wanted to. I was going to, the night before I left, but then I realised I’d be confessing all that stuff and then just... fucking off. I didn’t want to do that. So, I... did nothing, I guess.”

“Fair enough.”

“You wanted it all this time? Me, you wanted me?”

That he even had to ask was adorable, broke your heart a little. Who wouldn’t want him? He was everything you could have asked for and more; he ticked every box; he made your sad little heart sing like a songbird. And he still had to ask.

“Since the moment we met.”

“Shit.”

“I had no idea.”

He looked like he meant it, too: a little dazed, a little confused, just a hint of wonder on his face.

“So, what now?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“You mean right now, or general future ‘now’?”

“I guess both?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah.”

“Right now, I would really like to do something about how badly I want to fuck you.”

And he was bashful Chan, again, his eyes wide and the tips of his ears pink, his mouth slightly open with surprise. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed.

“I... am amenable to that.”

“Want to try that again with something even slightly sexy?”

And he blushed bright, covering his face with his hands.

“Fuck, ok, give me a second.”

You laughed and moved from the floor to sit opposite him on the sofa, your knees touching. You waited patiently for a second or two, then tapped his leg.

“I’m flustered, ok!” he cried. “You’ve got me all... flustered. I don’t know... I-.. Agh. I swear I’m not this bad usually. I promise. I just--… this has really taken me off-guard! Fuck, I didn’t know. I-”

You interrupted him to climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted his face to yours and you kissed him, just a light peck on his petal pink lips.

“How about you let me lead, then?” you asked, your voice soft and low. “Can you do that? Can you let me take control?”

He looked at you pleadingly, his eyes round and wide, and you were worried that it meant no, that he was going to say he didn’t want that.

“Yes, please.”

Fuck.

With your hands on either side of his face, you pulled him closer and kissed him again, deep this time, deep and slow and breathless. He tasted of honey butter chips, which you had never liked before that moment. His tongue rolled with yours, soft and sweet and every bit as good as you had imagined. He whined quietly, just barely, when you pulled back, when you sank your teeth into the plush pink of his lower lip. When you looked at each other, nose-to-nose, his eyes were wide again, sparkling and bright and looking at you like you were the whole world.

It wasn’t weird and it wasn’t uncomfortable and it wasn’t awkward; it didn’t feel like crossing a line or pushing a boundary; it felt like you should have been doing this all along. It was different for the two of you, sure, it was different. But you’d been ready for this change since you learnt his name, since he held his hand out to you and smiled politely. This different was good. This different was everything you’d ever wanted.

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Is It Over Now?

Summary: Still reeling from Joel's revelation, you find solace in someone new. Pairing: Joel x F!Reader Word Count: ~7.1k

Tags/Warnings:18+MDNI no use of y/n, jackson!joel, established relationship, angst, somewhat? happy ending, infidelity, joel just kinda sucks honestly,alcohol consumption, implied smut (not with joel), lots of joel tears, pet names (sweetheart), jealousy, insecurities, self doubt, reader is in her healing era, reader slaps a bitch (it's deserved, I swear)

A/N: Hi! This is the second, and final part of this series, though I have a few more drabbles & oneshots planned to write and post. This is dedicated to my love @kajashe 💗 and thank you to my beloved @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for beta reading this for me! and yet another thank you to all of my friends who listened to me ramble on about this for the past several days in discord 💜

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The passing weeks were a blur of emotional turmoil and quiet introspection. The once-familiar routines of life felt like a distant memory, replaced by a persistent ache that accompanied every moment of solitude. Your days were marked by the slow process of healing, a journey undertaken one painful step at a time.

Joel had respected your request for space, retreating to the refuge of his brother Tommy's home. The absence of his presence in your shared space only served as a constant reminder of the void that had opened up in your life. Jackson carried on with its daily rhythm, oblivious to the personal upheaval that had unfolded within its walls.

Nights were the hardest. The quiet darkness seemed to amplify the echoes of the past, and sleep became an elusive visitor. The couch where you had waited for Joel that fateful night became a throne of solitude, the cushions bearing silent witness to the nights spent wrestling with the fragments of a broken heart.

In moments of vulnerability, you allowed yourself to revisit the memories of the life you had built together. Photographs adorned the walls, frozen moments in time that now carried the weight of bittersweet nostalgia. The laughter, the shared dreams, and the quiet moments of connection—all now tainted by the knowledge of his betrayal.

The settlement's whispers reached your ears—a mix of sympathy, curiosity, and the well-intentioned attempts of friends trying to fill the void left by Joel's absence. Their concern was palpable, but the wounds were still fresh, the healing a slow and arduous process.

Alone in the quiet living room, the remnants of your shattered relationship lingered like ghosts in the air. The moon cast a cold glow through the window, illuminating the space where the truth had been laid bare. The weight of Joel's confession hung heavy in the room, and you were left grappling with a mix of emotions that threatened to consume you.

You sat on the couch, staring into the darkness outside, your mind racing to make sense of the betrayal. Every corner of the room seemed to echo with the whispers of the life you thought you knew, now tainted by the harsh reality of Joel's infidelity.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant sounds of the settlement outside. You replayed the moments leading up to this revelation, searching for signs you might have missed, clues that could have prepared you for the storm that had now engulfed your relationship.

The ache in your chest deepened, and you could feel the hot prickle of tears threatening to spill over. Anguish, betrayal, and confusion mingled in a tumultuous storm within you. You wanted answers, an explanation that could somehow make sense of the wreckage now surrounding you.

The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, marking the passage of time in a world that suddenly felt unfamiliar. As you sat there in the quiet, you wondered how the foundation of your life had crumbled so swiftly, like sand slipping through your fingers.

Outside, the settlement continued its slumber, blissfully unaware of the personal cataclysm unfolding within your home. You needed time to process the truth, to navigate the emotional minefield that now lay before you.

The door creaked open, and Joel stepped back into the room, his eyes filled with regret. The air tensed as he hesitated, unsure of his place in this shattered reality. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice heavy with the weight of the words.

You looked up, your eyes meeting his. The distance between you felt insurmountable, a vast chasm that had opened up in the wake of his betrayal. "I need time to figure this out," you said, your voice steady despite the tempest of emotions within you.

Joel nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the consequences he had brought upon himself. As he left the room again, the door closing softly behind him, you were left alone with the wreckage of a love that had weathered countless storms, only to be undone by the tempest within.

So here you are now, at the Tipsy Bison, with its low hum of conversations and the comforting clink of glasses, served as a temporary escape from the turmoil within. The dimly lit bar offered a semblance of solace, a place to drown the sorrows that had become constant companions.

You sat alone at the bar, nursing a drink, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering candlelight. The weight of recent events lingered, a heavy burden you sought to momentarily cast aside. The soft music in the background provided a melancholic soundtrack to the evening.

As you stared into the depths of your drink, Noah took the seat next to you—a familiar face in the crowd, someone you'd seen around the settlement but never really paid much attention to. His attempts at small talk were met with your usual indifference. In the past, your loyalty to Joel had been unwavering, and the idea of entertaining advances from others never crossed your mind.

Tonight, however, the rules had shifted. The wounds of heartbreak were still raw, and the empty space beside you echoed the absence of a familiar presence. Noah persisted, undeterred by your initial disinterest.

"Rough night?" he asked, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You looked at him, a mixture of exhaustion and pain in your eyes. "You could say that."

Noah nodded, understanding glinting in his eyes. "Sometimes a drink is the only company we've got."

A subtle smile played on your lips as you reciprocated his banter. "Seems like you're here for more than just the drinks."

He chuckled, a warmth in his voice. "Well, it's not every night I get to share the bar with someone as intriguing as you, sweetheart"

The dance of flirtation continued, the bar becoming a stage where you and Noah played out a scene of shared laughter and camaraderie. The soft music provided a backdrop to the banter, a temporary escape from the weight that had settled on your shoulders.

Noah leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "You know, I've seen you around, but we've never really talked. What brings you here tonight?"

You sighed, a moment of vulnerability slipping through. "Just trying to forget for a little while, I guess."

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "Sometimes, a little distraction is all we need."

As the night wore on, the boundaries between reality and the fleeting connection blurred. Noah became a temporary ally in a battle against the memories that threatened to engulf you. In the shadows of the Tipsy Bison, you allowed yourself a momentary escape, a reprieve from the heartache that still clung to the edges of your world.

The hours passed in a haze of shared stories and laughter. Noah proved to be an unexpected source of comfort, his presence a balm to the wounds that had yet to fully heal. The Tipsy Bison became a refuge, a sanctuary where, for a brief moment, the weight of heartbreak was lifted.

As the night progressed, Noah's conversation turned more earnest, his gaze holding a sincerity that resonated with you. "You know," he said, his voice softened by the dim ambiance of the bar, "Sometimes it helps to talk about what's going on. You don't have to carry it all alone."

The vulnerability in his words echoed the vulnerability you had been avoiding. The temptation to open up, to share the burden, tugged at the edges of your restraint. "It's just been a tough time," you admitted, a hint of gratitude in your voice.

Noah nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I get that. Life has a way of throwing curveballs when we least expect it."

The moment stretched, the connection between you deepening. The bar, once a backdrop for distraction, now felt like a space where two people navigating the complexities of life found common ground.

As the night neared its end, Noah leaned in, his voice a whisper. "I'm not an expert in fixing things, but if you ever need someone to listen, I'm here."

His sincerity resonated, and you nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Noah. It means more than you know."

The Tipsy Bison, with its flickering lights and the hum of conversations, witnessed a different side of you that night—a side that embraced vulnerability and sought solace in unexpected places. As you parted ways, the weight on your shoulders felt a bit lighter, and the bar's exit became a threshold to a world where healing, though uncertain, seemed a little more attainable.

The night air felt cool as you and Noah stepped out of the bar, the soft glow from the neon sign casting a gentle halo around you. The settlement slept in the quiet darkness, oblivious to the shared moments of connection that had unfolded within the bar's walls.

The walk back to your house was a journey through silent streets, the hushed conversations between you and Noah punctuated by the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze. The weight of the evening's revelations lingered, but in Noah's company, it felt less burdensome.

As you approached the front door, you turned to him, a newfound warmth in your eyes. "Do you want to come in? Maybe have another drink?" The invitation hung in the air, a testament to the unexpected bond that had formed between you.

Noah's response was a gentle smile "I'd like that," he said, his voice carrying a sense of genuine camaraderie.

The door opened with a soft creak, and the familiar comfort of your home greeted you both. The living room, once a witness to heartache, now seemed to hold the promise of shared moments and tentative healing.

You settled on the couch, the echoes of the night's laughter still lingering. The air felt charged with the unspoken, a connection that transcended the confines of mere friendship. As you poured another round of drinks, the silence between you felt comfortable, a space where words were unnecessary.

Noah's eyes met yours, and in that shared gaze, there was an understanding that words could not fully capture. The vulnerability of the evening had laid bare the complexities of your heart, and Noah, in his quiet way, seemed to offer a respite from the storm.

As the night unfolded, the connection deepened. Laughter, shared stories, and the gentle ebb and flow of conversation filled the room. In that unexpected companionship, you found solace—a reminder that, even in the aftermath of heartbreak, there were still moments of connection waiting to be discovered.

The time you two had spent together at the bar had been a catalyst for change, and now, in the quietude of your home, you allowed the night to unfold, unsure of where it might lead but grateful for the warmth that had found its way into the cracks of a wounded heart.

The ambiance in the room shifted subtly, the air thickening with a newfound energy that danced between you and Noah. The shared laughter and easy conversation took on a softer note, and the space on the couch seemed to shrink, drawing you both closer.

You caught Noah's gaze lingering, his eyes holding a warmth that went beyond mere camaraderie. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow on his features, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes. A charged silence settled between you, one that spoke volumes without the need for words.

As you sipped your drinks, the magnetic pull of the moment intensified. The shared vulnerability of the evening had forged a connection that transcended the ordinary, and in the quietude of the living room, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurred.

Noah's fingers traced absentminded patterns on the rim of his glass, and his gaze met yours with a subtle intensity. The unspoken tension hung in the air, a delicate dance that neither of you seemed eager to disrupt.

The air seemed to hum with anticipation as you leaned in, drawn by an invisible force that defied explanation. The room held its breath, and in that suspended moment, your lips brushed against each other in a gentle, tentative kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as the kiss deepened, the warmth of Noah's touch sending a current of electricity through you. The weight of heartbreak momentarily lifted, replaced by the promise of something new, something uncharted.

You don’t care about anything else but losing yourself in the feeling of being loved even if just for tonight. As the passion between you continues to escalate with each passing second, all thoughts of tomorrow fade away into oblivion leaving only this one perfect moment stretching out endlessly before the two of you like an eternal embrace.

The air in your home was filled with a mix of holiday scents — the piney aroma of the Christmas tree, the faint whiff of cinnamon from the candles scattered around the room. It was Christmas Eve, and the settlement was adorned with festive lights and decorations.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of the deep green dress you had chosen for the occasion. Despite the outward festivities, a quiet melancholy clung to you, a reminder of the heartbreak that still lingered beneath the surface.

As you finished getting ready, the soft knock on the door signaled Noah's arrival. His presence, a comforting constant in the weeks that followed that unexpected encounter, had become a source of solace. Tonight, however, the prospect of a Christmas party loomed, and the idea of celebrating seemed to clash with the healing wounds of your past.

Noah entered, a warm smile on his face as he took in your appearance. "You look stunning," he remarked, his eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and concern.

You managed a small smile in return, the weight of your unspoken thoughts evident in your eyes. "Thanks, Noah. I'm just not sure I'm in the festive mood, you know?"

He approached and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I understand. But Maria insisted, and maybe being around people, even for a little while, might help."

Reluctantly, you nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. Maria had been a steadfast presence in your life, offering support and encouragement as you navigated the aftermath of heartbreak. Tonight's Christmas party was her attempt to bring a glimmer of joy into your world.

Together, you and Noah made your way through the decorated streets toward the town center. The settlement buzzed with festive energy — laughter, music, and the scent of holiday treats wafting through the air. As you approached the venue, the warm glow of lights spilled from the windows, casting a welcoming glow.

The Christmas Eve party in town was in full swing, with the warm glow of lights and the spirited energy of the season enveloping the settlement. As you navigated the festive atmosphere with Noah at your side, the subtle shift in your mood was palpable. The healing process was slow, but the comfort of friends and the shared moments of celebration were working their magic.

As you entered the bustling venue, your eyes caught a familiar figure across the room — Joel. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, the shock of seeing him after weeks of absence coursing through your veins. His presence cast a shadow over the festive scene, and the room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier with unspoken history.

Noah sensed your tension, his grip on your hand tightening in a silent reassurance. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched across his face.

You nodded, attempting to mask the surprise that rippled beneath the surface. "Yeah, I just… I didn't expect to see him here."

Noah glanced toward Joel, his expression thoughtful. "Do you want to leave? We can go somewhere quieter."

You considered the offer, but something in you resisted the impulse to retreat. "No, let's stay. I need to face this."

Together, you and Noah approached the gathering. As Joel noticed your presence, his eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and a hint of remorse flickering in his gaze. The air crackled with the unspoken tension of past wounds and unanswered questions.

Maria, ever perceptive, approached, greeting you with an exuberant hug, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. Her warm smile faltered as she sensed the dynamics at play. "I didn't know he would be here. I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you."

You offered a tight smile, the weight of the situation settling around you. "It's okay, Maria. I can handle it."

The party unfolded with the spirited energy of the season — people dancing, laughter filling the air, and the exchange of heartfelt wishes. As you moved through the festivities, Noah's hand found yours, a subtle reassurance in the midst of the crowd.

The night progressed, and despite your initial hesitations, a subtle shift occurred. The music, the laughter, and the shared moments with friends began to chip away at the walls around your heart. The healing process was ongoing, and in the company of those who cared, the weight of heartbreak felt a little lighter.

A moment of stillness settled over the room. In that quiet pause, your eyes met Joel's once more. The unspoken history, the shattered pieces of a relationship, and the complexity of emotions were etched in that shared gaze. Noah's hand found yours again, a grounding force amidst the emotional storm.

As you navigated the remainder of the Christmas party, the unspoken tension with Joel remained, but in the company of friends and the warmth of the season, you found solace. The dance of emotions continued, and as the night unfolded, you carried with you a newfound resilience, a testament to the strength found in facing the unexpected and the hope that lingers in the aftermath of heartbreak.

Amidst the swirl of holiday festivities, your eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of Veronica across the room. Her presence, unexpected yet inevitable in a close-knit settlement, stirred a complex mix of emotions within you. As she engaged in conversation with others, a subtle ache of self-doubt crept into your thoughts.

What did she have that made Joel cheat on me with her?

The question lingered, not born out of jealousy, but rather a yearning for understanding. The doubts festered like quiet shadows in the corners of your mind, threatening to overshadow the celebratory atmosphere.

Noah sensed the shift in your demeanor, his grip on your hand tightening as a silent gesture of support. "You okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

You forced a small smile, attempting to dispel the doubts that threatened to cloud the festive evening. "Yeah, just unexpected seeing her here, you know?"

Noah nodded in understanding, his gaze a reassuring anchor in the sea of emotions. "You're stronger than you think. Remember that."

As you continued to navigate the party, the glimpses of Veronica sparked moments of introspection. The dance of doubt and self-reflection unfolded, but amidst it all, a deeper truth emerged — the strength to confront insecurities and the resilience to rise above the echoes of past heartbreak.

Joel remained on the periphery, a figure in the background of the unfolding drama. The unspoken tension with Veronica echoed the complexities of relationships, and in the midst of the holiday cheer, you found a quiet resolve to focus on the present and the connections that mattered most.

As the party continued, a lingering curiosity pulled you toward Veronica. The desire for closure and understanding overshadowed the self-doubt that had surfaced. The pulsating beat of the Christmas music seemed to align with the tension in the air as you approached Veronica. The crowd hushed in the wake of your confrontation, and even the festive decorations couldn't quite drown out the charged atmosphere.

This is it, you thought, your fists clenched by your sides. Time to confront the source of this mess. "Veronica," you said, your voice edged with a simmering anger. "We need to talk."

She turned, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well, look who decided to show up. Didn't think I'd see you here."

Hold it together, you reminded yourself, swallowing the initial surge of rage. She's not worth it. Ignoring the jab, you pressed on. "Cut the crap. What happened between you and Joel?"

Veronica chuckled, a snarky glint in her eyes. "Why don't you ask him? I'm sure he's got his version of the story."

Like I haven't already tried, you thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. But I want to hear it from her.Your patience wore thin, and a flash of anger ignited. "I'm asking you. What did you think you were doing?"

Veronica rolled her eyes, an unapologetic tone lacing her words. "Oh, please. Don't act clueless in all of this. Joel and I, we had our reasons."

Reasons? The word echoed in your mind, a bitter taste settling on your tongue. The retort stung, and you shot back,"What reasons could there possibly be to betray someone like that?"

Keep her on the defensive, you urged yourself. Make her face the consequences of her actions.

Veronica's smirk persisted, her snarky demeanor unyielding. "Maybe you should ask Joel what he was missing at home."

No. Don't let her deflect the blame. The anger surged again, a tempest threatening to consume reason.

The words hung in the air, a venomous revelation that fueled the anger within. The crowd around you seemed to blur as the confrontation intensified, each word exchanged an arrow that pierced through the facade of festive cheer.

Everyone knew, you mused bitterly. The whole damn town knew you and Joel were together.

As the exchange reached its peak, the energy between you and Veronica crackled with unresolved emotions. The pulsating beat of the music in the background seemed to align with the tension in the air, the crowd still hushed in the wake of your confrontation. Each word exchanged felt like a seismic tremor, shaking the foundations of the festive atmosphere.

"You're unbelievable," you seethed, the anger boiling over. "I hope you're proud of yourself." Stay strong, you reminded yourself, fighting against the torrent of emotions. You've got this.

Veronica shrugged, a nonchalant expression masking any hint of remorse. "I did what I wanted. Life's too short for regrets."

Regrets, the word echoed in your mind. Is she really that callous? Keep it together, you urged yourself, clenching your fists by your sides. Don't let her see how much she's getting to you.

Noah, sensing the escalating tension, remained by your side, a silent pillar of support. The confrontation with Veronica had become a battleground of emotions, a clash between hurt and defiance.

This is it. The moment of truth.

In a flash, the weight of anger, frustration, and betrayal coalesced into a surge of raw emotion. Without a second thought, your hand connected with Veronica's cheek in a resounding slap. The crowd, which had been observing in a stunned silence, erupted into gasps and whispers.

Veronica stumbled back, her hand on her cheek, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and indignation. The slap reverberated through the room, a cathartic release of the pent-up emotions that had been building since the revelation.

"You deserved that," you declared, your voice steady, though your heart pounded with the intensity of the moment.

As Noah guided you away from the charged atmosphere, the weight of the confrontation lingered. The Christmas party resumed its festive cheer, but the encounter with Veronica had become a defining chapter, a moment where you asserted your strength and reclaimed a sense of control in the aftermath of betrayal.

The brisk night air greeted you as you and Noah stepped out of the lively Christmas party. The settlement was adorned with a soft blanket of snow, and the crunch of each footstep echoed in the quiet winter night. The atmosphere outside was a stark contrast to the charged energy that had filled the party just moments before.

Noah kept a reassuring arm around you as you navigated the snowy path toward your house. The silence between you was a comforting one, a respite from the emotional turbulence of the evening. The distant sounds of laughter from the party gradually faded into the serene stillness of the snowy landscape.

The glow of the settlement's lights reflected off the pristine snow, casting a soft illumination on the familiar path. The events of the night lingered in the air, and as you reached your doorstep, you turned to Noah with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion.

"Thanks for being there," you said, your voice carrying the weight of the emotions that had unfolded.

Noah nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "Anytime. You handled that with a lot of strength."

You managed a small smile, appreciating his support. "I just want to move forward, you know? Leave all this behind."

The snowflakes continued to fall, adding a sense of serenity to the moment. As you opened the door to your home, the warmth inside offered a stark contrast to the chilly night. The familiar surroundings provided a sense of solace, a haven away from the echoes of the confrontation.

The air in the room felt heavy with unspoken tension as you confronted Joel about his infidelity. The harsh reality of betrayal lingered, casting a shadow over the relationship you had thought was secure.

"Why, Joel?" you demanded, your voice a mix of pain and anger. "Who was it? Who did you cheat on me with?"

Joel hesitated, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment before meeting your gaze with a mixture of regret and guilt. "It was Veronica," he confessed, the weight of the revelation hanging in the air.

Veronica's name echoed in your mind, a face from the town, someone you had known, someone whose presence had been intertwined with your life in the settlement. The shock of the revelation was like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, the room seemed to spin.

"Veronica?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. The name felt like a betrayal in itself, a person who had shared the same space as you, someone you had considered a part of the community.

Joel's expression shifted, a mix of remorse and desperation. "I messed up, It wasn't about her. It was about me, about the mistakes I made."

The words did little to ease the pain, and the room became a battleground of conflicting emotions. Anguish, betrayal, and disbelief swirled within you, a storm of feelings that threatened to overwhelm.

As you absorbed the revelation, the weight of the truth settled. Veronica, a name that had been a mere background detail in the tapestry of your life, now held a significance that cut deep. The confrontation with Joel had peeled back the layers of the facade, revealing a reality you had never anticipated.

In the midst of the emotional maelstrom, you took a step back, needing distance to process the harsh truth. The room, once a sanctuary, felt foreign and unwelcoming. The echoes of the revelation hung in the air, and as Joel sought words of apology, you grappled with the shattered pieces of a relationship that had crumbled in the wake of betrayal.

The weight of that night lingered in your thoughts. Veronica's presence, once a casual detail in the fabric of your life, had become a symbol of a painful chapter in your past. The journey of healing continued, marked by the scars of the confrontation and the resolve to move forward, one step at a time.

The soft murmur of pages turning and the hushed whispers of readers created a peaceful ambiance in the small settlement's library. As the librarian, you were engrossed in arranging the shelves when the door creaked open. A tall, rugged man entered, a hint of unfamiliarity etched into the lines of his face.

Joel, a newcomer to the community, you’d seen him around town with a young girl practically attached at his hip. He cast an assessing glance around the room before approaching the counter where you stood. His eyes, weathered and guarded, met yours as he cleared his throat, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I'm lookin' for books about space."

You looked up from your task, offering a warm smile. "Space, huh? Planning a journey to the stars?" you teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Joel's lips twitched into a small smile, a rare expression on his usually stoic face. "Not exactly. Got a kid back home who's mighty interested in space. Wants to know everything there is."

Interest sparked in your eyes as you couldn't help but inquire, "Your daughter, then?"

He hesitated, a subtle shift in his gaze, but he didn't correct you. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

Your smile widened. "Well, you've come to the right place. We've got a stellar collection—pun intended."

Joel nodded, a silent acknowledgment of your attempt at humor. "Good to know."

As you led him through the aisles, the conversation flowed easily. He shared stories of Ellie, a girl he watched over, protected, and cared for deeply. The love in his words painted a vivid picture, and when you mentioned how wonderful it was that he and his "daughter" shared such interests, he didn't correct you.

"So, what's her favorite subject?" you asked, your tone playfully nudging towards the unspoken connection.

He chuckled, a soft warmth in his eyes. "Space, definitely. She's got a million questions about stars, planets, you name it."

You grinned, leaning slightly closer. "Well, Joel, it seems you've got a budding astronomer on your hands. Lucky for you, I'm an expert in celestial matters."

Joel's expression remained stoic, but there was a subtle glint of amusement in his eyes. "Is that so?"

You nodded, your gaze meeting his with a hint of mischief. "Absolutely. But my expertise doesn't come cheap. I'll need payment in the form of a good conversation and maybe a coffee sometime."

Joel's chuckle deepened, and a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Coffee, huh? You got yourself a deal."

As Joel left the library with a stack of books, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth. The door closed behind him, leaving you with the subtle hum of excitement and the gentle echo of playful banter that seemed to linger in the air. The library, once a quiet haven of solitude, now held the promise of a story unfolding—one with celestial wonders and perhaps a touch of romance.

in the quiet moments of reflection, your mind often wandered to the time when you and Joel first met. The memory used to bring a warm smile to your face—the genuine laughter, the shared dreams, the promise of a future entwined with his. But now, each recollection was tainted by the bitter sting of betrayal, and the nostalgia had become a source of pain.

As you sat alone in the dimly lit room, the flickering shadows seemed to mimic the turbulence within your heart. The memory of your first meeting played in your mind like a melancholy film—a reminder of the love that had once been untarnished. The weight of what had transpired since then pressed down on you, leaving a bitter aftertaste to a memory that had once been so sweet.

The soft hum of a distant song, a melody you both used to share, brought a wave of conflicting emotions. Your mind wandered back to that day—the laughter, the stolen glances, the electric feeling of a connection that transcended words. It was a time when you looked into his eyes and felt like you had found something extraordinary.

But now, those memories were haunted by the echoes of his infidelity, and the rose-tinted glasses you once wore shattered, revealing the painful truth beneath. The laughter had become an echo, the glances a cruel reminder, and the connection a frayed thread threatening to unravel.

In the midst of the emotional turmoil, you found yourself thinking, almost wistfully, about what life would have been like if you'd never met Joel. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, a testament to the depth of the wounds inflicted.

You replayed the scenes of your shared history—the highs and the lows, the joy and the heartbreak. The almost-wish lingered in the recesses of your mind, a testament to the profound impact of betrayal on the once cherished memories.

Joel has shown up at your door, trying to extend a tentative olive branch, an attempt to breach the chasm that had widened between you. His words were carefully chosen, an apology that carried the weight of remorse. He expressed a longing for resolution, a desire to face the consequences of his actions and rebuild what had been lost. “Can I come in?” he says hesitantly, trying to gauge your emotional state.

Reluctantly you nod, and step aside, allowing him into the house.

The weight of Joel's confession hung in the air. The room steeped in a heavy silence, and charged with the weight of unresolved emotions as you and Joel sat facing each other. The revelation of his infidelity with Veronica had unearthed a raw vulnerability. It had left your relationship hanging in the balance.You needed answers that transcended the initial betrayal. You both needed to confront the difficult question of where to go from here.

"Why, Joel?" you questioned, your voice steady but edged with a yearning for understanding. "I get that you were lost, but why did you keep cheating with her after the first time? Why not just admit it to me after it happened once?"

Joel's gaze met yours, his eyes carrying the weight of guilt. He took a moment before responding, as if grappling with his own internal turmoil.

"I didn't know how to face it," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "The shame, the guilt—it overwhelmed me. And every time it happened again, the weight of that guilt just grew. I was trapped in a cycle, and I couldn't find a way out."

Your brow furrowed, a mix of frustration and disbelief settling within you. "So, instead of admitting your mistake and trying to make amends, you kept it a secret and continued to betray our relationship?"

Joel nodded, the admission heavy on his conscience. "I thought if I could just stop, if I could find a way to break free from that cycle, I could spare you the pain of knowing. But each time, I failed. It became a vicious cycle I couldn't escape."

The room seemed to close in as the gravity of his words sank in. The cycle of betrayal, a web of lies and shame, had perpetuated itself, leaving both of you ensnared in the consequences.

"But why?" you pressed, your voice a mixture of frustration and sadness. "Why not face the consequences and be honest with me? We could have worked through it together, Joel."

His eyes reflected the internal struggle, a war between the truth and the self-imposed isolation he had subjected himself to. "I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of facing disappointment. It was a selfish choice, and I see that now."

The admission hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the choices that had led to the fracture of trust. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a battlefield of emotions.

"So, you kept hurting me to protect yourself," you whispered, the weight of the realization settling on your shoulders.

Joel's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his silence confirming the painful truth. The unraveling of the secrets and the depths of his struggles became a sobering reality, and as you navigated the aftermath of betrayal, the room seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken regrets and the yearning for a path forward.

The room felt like a suffocating space, each revelation adding weight to the heavy air. Joel's admission of infidelity hung between you, a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge. After a moment of tense silence, you found the strength to voice the truth that had been echoing in your heart.

After a moment, you gathered the courage to voice the question that lingered in the room like an unspoken specter. "What now, Joel? What does this mean for us?"

Joel looked up, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of desperation and remorse. "I messed up. I know I can't change the past, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. If you're willing to give me another chance, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Your gaze met his, and for a moment, the memories of a time when love flowed effortlessly between you resurfaced. There had been a time when you looked into his eyes and couldn’t imagine a future, a universe, where you didn’t stare into them for eternity. The love you had for him was one like no other, the strongest you’d ever felt for someone, for something.

But now, those eyes hold the weight of betrayal, and the road ahead seems uncertain. You took a deep breath, searching for the right words to navigate the delicate conversation.

The sincerity in his voice tugged at the frayed edges of your heart, but the wounds were fresh, and the scars of betrayal ran deep. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting your response.

"I can't, Joel," you said, your voice steady but laced with a profound sadness. "This-

It's too much. I can't see a way forward for us."

Joel's eyes pleaded with a mix of regret and desperation, but the gulf between you seemed insurmountable. "I messed up, I know I did, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

The sincerity in his voice clashed with the shattered trust, and you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. "No, Joel. It's not just about saying sorry or making things right. It's not just about the mistake," you began, your voice measured but carrying the depth of your emotions.

"It's about the trust we had, and that trust has been shattered. This is a betrayal that cuts deep, and I don't think we can come back from it."

His face fell, the weight of realization settling in. "We've been through so much together. Please, don't end us because of one mistake."

The room seemed to close in as you grappled with the heartbreaking decision. "It's not just one mistake, Joel. It's a pattern of choices that shattered the foundation of trust we had. I can't continue a relationship where I constantly question if I'll be cheated on again.”

Joel's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and his voice wavered with a mix of remorse and desperation. "I'll change, I'll do anything to make this right. Just give me a chance."

But the echoes of his pleas couldn't drown out the resolute decision forming in your heart. "I'm sorry, Joel. It's best for both of us to move on. This is too much of a betrayal, and I need to prioritize my own well-being."

As you spoke those words, a heavy silence descended upon the room, punctuating the end of a chapter in your lives. The pain of parting, though agonizing, seemed to carry a semblance of closure. The room, once a space of shared dreams and memories, now bore witness to the painful conclusion of a relationship that had weathered too many storms.

He nodded, a somber acknowledgment of the consequences of his actions. "I know. I never meant to hurt you like this. If I could take it back, I would."

The air in the room hung heavy with the weight of a relationship on the precipice of its demise. Joel's desperate plea for forgiveness echoed in the silence, but the wounds were too fresh, and the trust too shattered to rebuild easily. You took a deep breath, a heaviness settling in your chest.

"Joel," you began, your voice steady but tinged with the pain of realization, "I appreciate your willingness to make amends, but the truth is, I can't see a way forward for us."

His eyes, once a source of comfort and love, now mirrored the anguish of a relationship slipping away. "I messed up, and I understand if you can't forgive me. But please, don't end us like this."

The sincerity in his voice tugged at the frayed edges of your heart, but you knew you couldn’t continue a relationship with him. You met his gaze, a mix of sadness and resolve in your eyes. "Joel, we had something special, something I cherished more than anything. But what we had is broken now. I can't ignore the betrayal, and I can't keep holding onto a past that's been tainted."

He reached for your hand, a desperate attempt to bridge the growing distance between you. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes, anything. I just can't imagine a future without you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to be transported back to a time when the future seemed boundless, and his gaze was a promise of forever. There was a time when you looked into his eyes and couldn't imagine a future where he wasn't a central part of it. But now, the love that had once felt unbreakable had shattered, leaving a void you weren't sure could be filled.

"I need to let go, Joel," you said, the weight of those words lingering in the room. "For my own sake, and for yours. We both need a chance to heal and find our own paths forward."

He nodded, a defeated acknowledgment of the reality you both faced. "I never thought we'd come to this," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret.

As the words settled, the room seemed to hold its breath. The love that had once been the anchor of your world now existed as a bittersweet memory. Joel, his gaze lowered, nodded with a heavy understanding.

"I won't forget what we had," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "I'll always love you."

And with that, you uttered the finality that had been hanging between you. "Goodbye, Joel."

The door closed behind him, marking the end of a chapter that had once been a love story. The room, once a sanctuary for shared dreams, now bore witness to the closing of a door that could no longer be left ajar. In the aftermath of goodbye, the echoes of a love that once lingered, a poignant reminder of the fragility of connection and the resilience required to forge a new path forward.

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What He's Owed

A/N: This blog just became multi-fandom. This is dark so please proceed with caution. I’ve given this a once over so there might still be some grammatical mistakes. Warnings: Dark! Dick Grayson. Non con. Dub Con. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Word count: 3.1k+

Part two here

"Dick," you droned, rolling your eyes.

Dick had his head pressed between your thighs, face flush against your crotch inappropriately. He rubbed his face around, sighing as he buried himself against you.

"Stop," you told him, pushing against his head. "We've talked about this." Your hands were no use against him, your pathetic strength working against pure muscle.

"I need some affection," Dick groaned, moving from between your thighs to hover over you. "I almost died the other night-"

"You die almost every night," you huffed, looking away from him. "It's your job."

"Don't you worry about me?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes again which only made Dick more needy as he collapsed on top of you.

"You should worry about me all the time." Dick nestled his face into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"I do." Your hands tried to push him away again, only to be caught by his as he pinned them above you.

At one point his strength used to make you feel protected, knowing that as long as you were around him that you'd be safe. When you moved into the manor, you desperately craved that reassurance and Dick was always waiting to give it you.

But now as he had your body pinned beneath him with ease, his strength scared you. How easily he could use that strength to over power you, to mould you in anyway he wanted, the way you clearly knew he wanted. You could feel how hard he was as he pressed against your crotch and it hadn't been the first time he had made you aware of his desires towards you.

He made it very clear every day.

-No, every moment.

Whether that was rubbing up on your ass as you tried to cook in the kitchen, practically trying to fuck you through any clothes you were wearing. Or when he'd try and get you to wrestle him, just so he could shove you up against a wall, pressing his body flush against yours. Each time you'd be telling him to stop, trying to force him away but failing massively.

"Dick, stop please," you pleaded, hoping he'd just get off at you.

He shifted, rubbing his hard on against you in a way that made you bite your bottom lip. "Let me just fool around a bit."

"I said no-"

"Dick," Jason's voice shouted, footsteps drawing closer to your room. The door was already open, letting Jason walk right in.

"What?" Dick snapped, glaring at Jason.

Jason's jaw clenched at the sight of you two, clearly seeing how defenceless you were underneath him. "You're wanted downstairs."

"Fuck." Dick became tense, adjusting himself in his joggers as he got up. The frustration was radiating off of him and you knew you couldn't escape from him forever.

Once Dick was out of sight, Jason gave you a once over. Your face flushed and your eyes brimmed with tears, he could clearly tell that something was off.

"What?" You asked, voice coming out rougher than you had meant for it.

"If somethings going on, you can tell me," Jason's voice was soft laced with concern as he stood by the door.

"Nothing is going on," you tried to reassure him, sniffling to get rid of the tears. You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. "You know Dick."

"There is Dick and then there's Dick with you," Jason replied, not wanting to drop the subject. "And I worry that Dick is pushing you into something you're not comfortable with."

"I'm fine, honestly," you told him, getting up from the bed. You walked over to him, pressing a hand on the door. "I'll be fine but right now I have to get ready for tonight."

You could tell Jason didn't want to stop talking, the ever caring one towards you. But he also never wanted to push you, so he left with a, "Of course."

With the door closed, you took a steady breath trying to block out the feeling of your stomach churning.

The thing that you hated most was you blamed yourself for the way Dick felt about you. If you hadn't clung to him for years, hadn't been so desperate for his protection, he wouldn't still be clinging to you trying to give you it.

You looked at him like a sibling but Dick saw you as anything but.

"So, what do you think?"

You twirled around, lips widening into a bright smile. The black dress draped over you, sheer from below your breasts to your toes, hugging your figure. If it weren't for the black underwear you were wearing, everything would be on show.

"You like it?" You asked, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

Dick's jaw clenched as he took you in with hungry eyes because it wasn't him you were looking at with that beautiful smile, it was Jason.

"You look great," Jason huffed, laughing at you. He put his arm out for you to take. "Can we go now?"

Dick was quick to step in the way, taking your hand in his as he pulled you towards the door. "Let's go."

The car journey was long especially with the heavy arm around your shoulder holding you firmly in place.

All the others chatted, barely noticing your situation as they got excited for the Gala. But how could you be excited when Dick was acting like this?

"Don't stray far from me tonight," Dick whispered, lips brushing your ear. He chuckled as you shivered, taking pleasure in the way you cowered from him. "I need you close. Who knows what could happen?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It's just a charity event."

"If you're closer to me, I can protect you," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face. "I just want to protect you."

His gaze softened on you, tugging at your heart strings as you said, "I know, Dick."

"You look amazing tonight," Dick gleamed, face an inch from yours. His breath fanned against your face and you gulped, having no where to back away. "Fucking, beautiful."

"Dick-" you were cut off by his lips on top of yours, smothering you in a kiss.

The car had stopped, Dick's lips leaving yours as he gently pressed his forehead against yours.

"Come on love birds," Tim mocked, stepping out of the car.

"We're coming," Dick told him, smirking at you before exiting the car.

When you stepped out, Dick's hand was waiting for you to take it and you did, not wanting to make a scene in front of so many people. That's how you stayed all night, a quiet girl holding onto Dick's arm as he paraded around the room. He used to call you his little mouse, so quiet and fragile when you entered the manor.

"She isn't feeling well. We're going to head back now."

You must of been out of it, finally tuning into the conversation once you heard that.

"Really?" Jason asked, taking you in.

"Really," Dick stated, stepping closer to Jason.

"I think she can answer for herself," Jason said, looking down at you. "Y/N?"

"What?" You were baffled not sure what had been said.

"You don't have to go with him. You can stay here," Jason told you, eyes pleading with you to listen to him.

"She isn't feeling well," Dick snapped back, pushing his chest up against Jason. "She wants to go home."

They were getting in each others faces, drawing attention to the themselves.

Your hand pushed in between them and you pulled Dick away as you smiled at Jason. "I'm just feeling restless. These events take it out of me, you know."

"You don't have to go." Jason was trying as hard as he could but you knew what you were going to pick at the end of the day.

"Have a good rest of your night," you smiled, rubbing his cheek softly before walking away.

Dick practically dragged you out of the party, quick to get you in the car and back to the manor. He was cold in the car ride back, eyes focusing on anywhere but you.

"Dick," you called out, hand brushing his thigh as you tried to grab his attention. "Talk to me."

He couldn't look at you even the slightest thought of you was sending his body into over drive. His cock was straining in his trousers, making it hard to think about anything over than what he was planning to do with you once you got through those doors.

"You're freaking me out," your voice came out shaky, hand resting against his chest.

That same hand was used to yank you out of the car once you pulled up to the manor, taking you in. His grip was harsh, almost bruising, and his pace was so quick it had you tripping on the steps, grazing your knee in the process.

"Dick," you hissed, ripping your arm out of his grip. "Would you stop?"

But when you gazed up at him, there was none of the Dick that you knew there. His dark eyes were blown out, staring at you if you were his pray and he was your predator.

He threw you up over his shoulder, carrying you into the manor with you hitting at his back to no avail.

"Dick, put me down," you squealed, trying to wriggle from his grip. "Put me down."

When he finally put you down, it was to throw you onto a bed, his bed.

You drew your legs up to your chest, crawling to the back of the bed to get away from him.

"You want this," Dick stated, undoing the buttons of his suit. He was peeling away at his suit, rushing to get it off. "You could have stayed at that gala with Jason. But you came here with me. You know you want this."

"I just didn't want you to fight," your words came out choked, fear creeping into your bones at how he towered over you. "Or make a scene. I-I-"

"I-I-uh," he mocked you, tearing his shirt from his body. Buttons popped off, flying around the room as he ripped the material off his body, revealing the pure muscle underneath. "You want me to protect you, to look after you. I've done that, haven't I?"

"Yes," you gulped, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "But I don't want this."

"You've played with me for too long." Dick unbuckled his belt, the sound of it dropping to the floor making you flinch. "And I think it's time I get what I'm owed."

"Dick, please." You were frozen on the bed, knowing that there would be no point in fighting back. Tears stained your puffy cheeks as you wiped them away furiously, cowering by the pillows.

His lips attached to yours within a second, hand gripping the back of your hair as he drew you closer. You didn't fight against it but you didn't reciprocate either, sitting like a statue as you let his lips mould into yours.

You gasped when he yanked your head back, tugging on your hair as he made you look at him. There was an anger to him, teeth grinding against each other as he spoke, "You're fine. Stop crying and enjoy this. Otherwise it will get worse for you."

Did he just threaten you? Dick had never threatened you before.

When his lips crashed against yours again, you kissed back, even opening your mouth to allow his tongue to invade it. You couldn't even deny how soft his lips were against yours. How the kiss felt like the perfect mixture between rough and gentle. How your stomach stirred when he pressed against you even if you didn't want it too.

"Fuck," he murmured breathlessly, lips trailing down your neck. His hands were grabbing against your sides, gripping your hips harshly as he pulled you closer. You didn't even know why you did it but your legs opened willingly for him allowing him more space to get closer to you. "Good girl, learning quickly aren't you?"

His hands ripped your clothes off, your dress hanging off your body in tattered pieces once his hands were done with it. Then his lips were on you again, nibbling and licking at the skin of your breasts as he marked his territory.

"You're so beautiful." Dick gazed down, admiring the work that he had just begun creating. One of his hands shifted from your hips, slipping in the waistband of your underwear.

You couldn't help your reaction, instantly retracting from him at the feel of his fingers on your skin there. You could feel yourself forcing down a sob as it started to sink in what was actually about to happen.

"It's okay, baby," he purred at you, chuckling at your broken expression as his fingers slid into your panties. His fingers forced their way in, making you gasp as his fingers pressed against your folds. "You're soaked."

The way he smirked at you as if he had won some sort of game between you.

All you wanted was to slap that smile off his face, fight against him and the way your panties were clinging to your pussy from all the juices there. His fingers yanked the material down before pushing his fingers inside you in one thrust.

"That hurts," you hissed, grabbing his wrist hoping to push him back.

"I need to open you up a bit." Dick's voice lowered, licking his lips as he stared between your legs. His thumb came up as he dragged it over your clit, circling it. "Can't just go in straight away. Not when you're a virgin."

Your eyes looked up, widening at him. No one knew that you were a virgin so how did he know.

"I couldn't hurt you like that."

Didn't he already know how he was hurting you?

His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot you had never felt before and the moan that escaped your lips had him grinning ear to ear. He repeated the motion, hoping to get you to make the sound again. But you bit on your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out of you and the growing tension in your stomach stopped suddenly.

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be," Dick huffed, growing angrier at your reluctance. "I'm tired of waiting."

With one move you were pulled down to your back, Dick kneeling between your legs as he pushed the material of his boxers down. His cock sprung against his stomach, thick and longer than you could imagine. The tip leaked with pre cum, painting his abs as it stated at you angry and red.

This was really happening.

"We can stop this," you pleaded with Dick, trying to pull yourself up from the bed. His body hovered over yours, caging you in. "I won't tell anyone what happened and we can just pretend-"

"This is going to hurt."

The words were followed with a hand pressed against your mouth and you didn't realise why until he slammed his cock in. Even through his hand your scream couldn't be muffled, feeling the sharpest pain as your virgin walls were forced apart by him.

"It will feel better in a second. Trust me."

He rested his head against yours, lips brushing the back of his own hand as he finally started to move. You could tell he was holding back, softly rocking his hips back and forth so your walls would accommodate his size. He grinded his teeth against one another, jaw tensing as he kept himself in control.

"You feel so good."

You couldn't even deny it as your eyes rolled back and you sighed into his hand, you were feeling the pleasure taking over. Your walls were accepting him, his cock massaging your walls and keeping you full as pushed himself in and out. He knew you were starting to enjoy it, moving his hand to the side so he could finally hear the uneven breaths fall from your lips.

Dick couldn't help but watch you as you crumbled apart underneath him. His hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb. His pants matching your sighs as you became lost in him.

"I've got you," he reassured you, pushing your hair out of your face. "I'll make you feel so good."

He didn't lie.

His hips rolled up into yours, hitting you at a new angle that made you moan for him. You could tell he was proud of himself as he smiled proudly, teeth winking at you. "You like that, baby?"

"Dick," you whimpered, unable to control yourself as your walls clenched around him. Your hands grabbed onto his arms, nails digging in to ground yourself as his pace got fast. "N-No." your words became lost as his thrusts picked up, hips slapping against yours in a brutal pace.

"I wish you could see yourself," Dick groaned, pressing kisses to your face. "Making such a mess in my bed."

You couldn't help but cling to him as you felt his cock slam into you repeatedly, pushing you over the edge finally. The noises that you made were foreign to your ears, loud and lewd as your walls squeezed him for dear life. It was intense and you were so dazed you couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

All you could think about was him, your Dick.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

The words hit your ears but they didn't sink in until...

"I can't wait to paint your pretty pussy."

You wanted to scream at him not to but his lips were already smashed against yours, stoping you from saying anything.

He was throbbing inside you and as much as you despised it, your hips were lifting to meet his. It wasn't long before he was spilling inside of you, moaning into your lips at the feeling. You were sobbing at the last few thrusts, a complete wreck underneath him at the way he was making you feel.

"Dick I-" you words were strangled in your throat as you gazed up at him, feeling conflicted by the look in his eyes.

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing his nose against yours. That dark look had faded from his eyes and now he stared at you with pure adoration, stirring your stomach in ways that it had never felt before.

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head.

"Whatever you say angel," he breathed in your ear, nuzzling himself in your neck as he kept himself buried inside you.

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