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kkusuka · 3 years

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Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love.

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon.

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do.

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation.

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches.

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments.

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles.

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?”

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that”

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut”

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are!

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday!

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.)

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck.

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth.

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

Double penetration?

Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats”

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason.

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi!

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life.

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day)

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go.

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you.

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart.

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do!

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you.

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes”

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk”

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words.

You defiantly knew Sakusa first.

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner!

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty)

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you.

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it”

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain)

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves)

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet)

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit.

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming.

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them.

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit.

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless.

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come.

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too)

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that”

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet)

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime”

I would do anything for these two-

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them.

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you.

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all.

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes.

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation!

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year!

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much!

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool.

You make him a unique bento everyday!

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw

The way that both of them are into cockwarming-

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it.

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home.

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum.

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people.

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants.

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see.

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha)

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off.

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they knew what a slut you are”

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important”

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!”

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest? Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway.

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro!

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things.

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections!

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates!

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night!

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants!

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm!

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives.

Nsfw

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life.

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto.

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission.

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :(

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again!

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad”

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!”

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.”

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raph-and-spike · 4 years

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First Time - Leo x Reader (fem!reader)

request? yes/no

a/n: I need some holy water after writing this and y’all are gonna need some too O_O

warnings: NSFW, aka smut. For the case of this being smut, both the reader and Leo will be 18 years old in this imagine. Also swearing.

You and Leo had been dating for about a year at this point. Since you had been his first girlfriend and he had no prior experience whatsoever, the two of you wanted to take things slowly. It was not helping with how thick the sexual tension had gotten in the past few months, though.

You shared your first kiss about two months after dating, and started making out about six months into the relationship. It wasn’t until when the two of you had gotten the hang of making out and creating your own rhythm, when your makeout sessions began getting heated. You’d be in his bedroom watching Space Heroes, of course, when you’d cuddle close and feel his hot breath against your skin. Or maybe your leg would be too close to his crotch, causing his dick to stand at the sudden stimulation. You’d begin to slowly makeout, which would progress into grinding against each other and dry humping.

The more you two did this, the more and more confident he got. He’d begin grabbing your ass, pushing your clothed pussy against his dick. He’d grab at your breasts, kissing the exposed valleys of skin that weren’t concealed by your bra. You’d gently palm him, not enough to make him finish though. He’d do the same, especially when you wore thin leggings, making it easy for him to tease you through the thin fabric.

It was this day in particular that things were different.

Splinter had grounded the turtles, which meant they couldn’t leave for patrol. Courtesy of your kindness, you came over and decided to keep Leo company.

As you entered the lair, you were met with Splinter standing in the main living area, to keep an eye on the guys. He sent you a cautious look

“Don’t worry, Master Splinter,” you assured their father, “I’m just here to keep them some company, if that’s alright; I heard about their grounding.”

He smiled slightly. “My sons are both a blessing and a curse at times, Y/n. They do not entirely understand how much their lives are at stake; I only mean to protect them.”

“Of course, Sensai,” you nodded. “Trust me, Leo already received my wrath for that last night on the phone.”

He chuckled. “I trust that he did,” he nodded his head toward Leo’s bedroom door. “Leonardo just finished his meditation for the morning.”

You nodded, thanking him, before knocking on his bedroom door. Leo opened it, a grin spreading across his lips at the sight of you.

“I was just about to put on an episode of Space Heroes,” he admitted, shutting the door behind you.

You pecked his cheek as the two of you got situated, the television show beginning. You weren’t sure if it was the air in the bedroom that was different or what, but something certainly felt unique this afternoon. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, and you could tell that Leo felt it too; his attention had drifted from the infamous Captain Ryan to one of his walls. You fought the urge to chew on your nails as you wondered what was up. Instead, you decided to think nothing of it and cuddle into your boyfriend’s chest.

Startled by the sudden physical attention, he nearly jumped before wrapping an arm around you. You brought one of your knees up to his thigh, draping yourself over him as your arm slung across his plastron and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could feel his steady breathing as he kept his arm draped over you, holding you close to him whilst his cheek leant against your hair. Hearing the shitty laser beam noises sound from the television as Captain Ryan and the other space heroes disintegrated aliens had somehow began to lull you to sleep, your boyfriend’s heartbeat and slow breathing having the same effect.

Before you could drift off though, you felt Leo’s arm loosen slowly as his hand went to your spine, gently going lower until he cupped your ass. His hand grazed up and down smoothly, squeezing. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips at the feeling. You didn’t have to look up to see that he was smirking. With your one leg hiked up nearly to his crotch, he pulled it up further to his stomach before moving his hand back down to your ass, his fingers going to your exposed clothed pussy between your thighs. You squeaked as you felt his thick fingers gently rub back and forth on the sensitive area. You pushed yourself against his fingers, grinding against his thick digits through the thin fabric of your leggings. You gripped his plastron, biting back moans.

Suddenly, he moved his hand back up to your ass before using his other one to move your face to meet his own. You crashed your lips against each other’s, lips and tongues blissfully dancing with one another as he eventually rolled himself over you. You immediately opened your legs to him, causing him to roll his hips into yours. You moaned against his lips as he continued to grind his cock against your clothed pussy, one hand moving up your hoodie to explore your breasts. To his surprise, you hadn’t been wearing a bra, causing him to groan against your lips as his hand cupped your breast, fingers clasping around your pebbled nipple.

This caused you to gasp at the sudden contact with your sensitive skin. He quickly pulled his lips from yours, grabbing his television remote and turning the volume up louder to cover the noises the two of you had been making. He tossed the remote before returning his attention back to you.

“D-do you wanna take this off?” he asked, his voice cracking and breathy as he motioned to your hoodie.

You nodded, slipping it off and over your head with his help. His pupils dilated at the sight of your bare breasts, nearly drooling as he attached his lips onto a nipple. Your jaw went slack as his tongue lapped at the bud, his teeth ever so gently nibbling at the pebble before doing the same to the other. Your hands went to play with the ends of his mask, twirling the fabric around your fingers as his mouth placed open-mouthed kisses over your stomach, pausing at your leggings. He looked up at you, his innocent big blue’s staring into your own e/c orbs. You didn’t have to communicate; you knew what he was asking. You nodded, bucking your hips up as he pulled your leggings down.

“T-these too, please,” you breathed, pulling at your panties.

He nearly drooled at this, doing as you commanded. He pulled the fabrics off of your ankles, tossing them to the floor. There you lay, completely bare and naked for him. His hands rested on your thighs, pushing them open, his eyes entranced by your pussy. Your juices were nearly leaking onto the insides of your thighs, so wet for him. He couldn’t believe it; all of this was for him, you were so turned on by him no matter what he was. He pressed kisses to the insides of your thighs, then to the top of your mound, working his way to press kisses to each lip of your pussy.

Then, without warning, he flattened his tongue as he licked one strip up your cunt. You nearly screamed at the feeling, something so foreign, yet so fucking good. His tongue switched from swirling and sucking on the sensitive bead of your clit and swirling around your entrance. He drew wondrous shapes with his tongue, focusing on every movement he could muster with his tongue to make you feel good. And once he found a rhythm, he noticed your legs begin to shake and nearly close in on his head.

As your nerves built up, you realized that you didn’t want to cum on his tongue for the first time–you wanted to cum with him inside you.

“S-stop,” you panted.

He immediately pulled his head away from your sex, concern flooding his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his lips glistening with your juices. You nearly moaned at the sight.

His invisible eyebrows knitted together, fearing that he’d hurt you or made you uncomfortable. You noticed this, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I almost finished,” you admitted with a blush, “I don’t wanna cum until you’re inside me.”

His jaw nearly dropped at your confession. He was going to have sex tonight.

“Baby, a-are you sure?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

You nodded, “Leo, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He let out a tiny whine as he pulled you in for a needy kiss, your lips sloppily moving together as his body moved back onto yours, propping himself onto one elbow as his other hand positioned himself at your entrance.

He looked up at you one last time, as if he was giving you your last chance to back out of this. You gave him a small nod of consent before he slowly pushed himself into you. He let out a moan as your tight walls hugged his dick. Once his entire length had been sheathed within you, he allowed you to adjust to his length.

“You okay?” he asked softly, nosing at your cheek before giving it a gentle kiss.

You winced, nodding. You felt so full, as if he was meant to be there. He filled you up completely, he fit perfectly inside of you like a puzzle piece.

“Start moving,” you grunted, grasping onto his shell as he slowly thrusted.

His thrusts were slow, though you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“I-I don’t k-know how long,” he panted, “don’t know how long I can l-last,” he admitted.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, your voice weak and pained as his thrusts added more and more pressure to your core. “You can cum, Leo.”

His head rested in the crook of your neck as he thrusted harshly, hips stilling as you felt him spurt inside of you. His body fell weak before his lips pressed gentle kisses against your neck.

“Maybe next time, I–” you started.

“No, I’m not done yet,” your blue masked boyfriend interrupted.

He pulled out of you carefully, before rolling you on top of him.

“Remember when,” he began, your lips colliding with each other’s, “you told me about that dream that you had?”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Just a week ago before a grinding sesh, you told him about a wet dream that you’d had, grinding your pussy against his shaft until he came onto his plastron.

“Mhm,” you hummed against his lips.

He pulled away. “What if we tried that for a little?”

You nodded, pupils dilated as you stared down at his already hard again cock. You positioned your hips over his shaft before gliding your wet pussy against it. Your jaw fell at the feeling, holding onto his shoulders for support as you glided your cunt back and forth. He moved his hands to grab your bare ass as you straddled him, helping your movements. As you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, he grabbed your hips, stopping you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you up enough for him to reenter you. You gasped, the familiar pain coming back as he pushed the rest of his length inside of you. Though after his first few slow thrusts, the pain slowly began to melt into pleasure.

You moved your lips against his, breasts flush against his chest, letting him know that it had begun to feel good for you.

“Faster,” you whined against his lips.

He grabbed your ass, thrusting faster and deeper. Your lips gaped against his, foreheads resting against one another’s as your climax came near once again.

“Leo, I’m–” you panted, before he thrusted even faster, sending you over the edge.

As your walls clenched around him, he found himself cumming again, spurting inside of you as you rode out your high. Both of you a breathing mess, he pulled out of you as you fell weak onto him, nuzzling into him once you gained enough strength.

He moved your face to face his, peppering you with kisses. You blushed, butterflies in your stomach as his lips finally landed on yours.

“I love you,” you whispered, forehead against his.

“I love you,” he stated, giving you another gentle kiss, “always.”

#tmnt #TMNT 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #TMNT x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2k12 x reader #x reader #smut #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #leonardo hamato

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lemontwst · 4 years

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welcome to the fandom!! Can I request a scenario where the leech twins have to leave for a couple of days to the ocean because their mating season has started and have to start looking for a mate, but reader gets jealous and tells them that they even if shes human she will do just fine. Im not sure if they do it in a nearby beach or whatever location of your choice, thanks in advance and good luck with your new blog!

ah yes! my favorite type of sandwich

content warnings: double penetration, threesome, breeding kink, monster boys.

"Here you go, koebi-chan~" The man in front of you chuckles maniacally, face flushed like he’s drunk as another serving of hot merman cum explodes in your stuffed pussy. “Here's what you've been waiting for, princess." The gentle voice of the man behind you has an unstable note to it as he pulls harshly at your turgid nipples, the pounding against your behind stops as semen fills your ass and then pours out and disperses in the ocean in a grotesque display of debauchery.

"You should have told us you wanted us to breed you from the start, silly~"

Salt water splashes all around you as the twins continue their unrelenting assault on your holes.

"Indeed, what a dishonest princess you are."

Strong arms keep your legs spread wide open, but your upper half remains above water because as much as the two moray eels like to torment you, they don’t actually want to drown you. You're still desperately gasping for oxygen however, exhausted from orgasming over and over again without pause. Your brain feels like it's about to melt out of your ears with every thrust of your lovers’ hips, their animalistic motions spurred by the primal urge to stuff you with eggs, Jade's cock claiming your ass while Floyd's pounds your tight cunt. Their alien, ribbed dicks feel amazing when they scrape against your pulsating walls, the friction sending electric jolts directly to your mushy brain and making you drool from sheer ecstasy.

“So tight…” Floyd moans shamelessly into your left ear, his long, warm tongue drawing a slow circle around your ear shell. "So warm…" Jade sighs against your right ear, tongue sensually going up and down as his moist breaths fan against your skin. Their hot, needy moans echo inside your head and your holes clench painfully around their hard cocks in response.

Floyd lets out a quiet ‘fuck’ at your cute reaction and before you can even process the fact that you’re being thoroughly impregnated, the twins start thrusting in and out of you at different paces like you're their personal cock sleeve. Not enough. The three of you share one single, carnal thought. This isn't nearly enough. Your hands tangle in Floyd's hair and you pull him in for a kiss. It's lewd and sloppy, saliva drips down your chin and Floyd eagerly laps it up.

Not to be undone by his twin, Jade begins to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck and the curve of your shoulder. His tongue runs languidly along the red teeth marks Floyd left behind, then he moves to the other side of your neck and bites down harder than his twin did, chuckling against your flesh when he hears you cry out against Floyd's mouth. You reach another toe-curling climax a few moments later, your body arching back into Jade’s hard chest and your head buzzing with pleasure. The second you come undone, Jade mercilessly grabs your chin and pulls you away from Floyd’s kiss, muffling your satisfied moans with his own, greedy mouth as he comes in your tight ass. Floyd immediately follows, sinking his jagged teeth into your shoulder, your pussy greedily milking his ribbed dick as it kisses your womb.

But no matter how much they cum, the twins remain hard and ready to go, the urge to fertilize your eggs overpowering every other need as they keep you squeezed between their huge bodies. As expected, mating season is rough. The two of them exchange a knowing look, their eyelights blinking ominously as they recoil from the pleasure of fucking you this hard.

“Wanna switch places, Jade?”

“Yes please, Floyd.”

Your limp body is turned around in the blink of an eye. Jade thrusts into you in a swift motion, his dick plunging through his twin’s cum to reach your cervix, and you don't have the time to catch your breath before Floyd shoves his own member up your abused asshole. Startled and dazed, you look up at Jade though teary lashes. He smiles and gives your forehead a little kiss, clawed hands giving your hips a playful squeeze. This is going to be a long day...

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #jade leech #floyd leech #citrus #f!reader #now i want them to fill the reader up with actual eggs tho #also we might get another post out today lets go gays lets go!!!

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crimsonbubble · 3 years

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Pairing: Alien!San x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: tentacles, bondage (?), praise, light degradation, slight size kink, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, wall sex, choking

Note: @vocalyunho @lustjoong I'm sorry (no I'm not)

With human-alien hybrids typically in fics their tentacles are sex organs, so they kinda act like a dick does (do what you want with this information)

@latte-fairytaekwoon

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃⛓️🔪

"Think you can handle a third, little one?"

He teases as the tentacle that's buried in your cunt, thrusts rhythmically. There's no response, only your choked out moans and cries.

With your absence of an answer, the thick tentacle that pumps in and out of your velvet walls comes to a halt. The appendages wrapped around your wrists and ankles tightening.

A whimper leaves your lips, as you lean your head down to look at San with a pout. "Answer the question sweetheart."

Managing to get your thought together, you stifle a nod. He lets out a tsk before pressing down on your clit, pressure growing heavy as the seconds tick by.

"Use your words, darling."

His voice is gruff, as if he's having trouble holding back from fucking his tentacle up into your fluttering hole; which he is.

A smooth and cool tentacle slithered up to your chest, the suckers latching onto the expanse of your breasts. A whimper leaves your mouth before you stutter out a small yes.

San, satisfied with your answer, his tentacle picks up the pace again, tip grazing your g-spot. His low groans send heat to your sloppy cunt. The raw feeling of his tentacles against your walls feel surreal.

"Your such a little whore for me, huh? A mere human cock can't do all this, can it?"

His filthy words, shoot hot pleasure coursing through your veins. A lewd scream leaves your swollen lips, which San leans down to capture inbetween his.

His moans sound so beautiful as they mix with yours. His hands grip onto your hips, to ground himself. His body feels like it's floating on clouds. The drag of tentacle in your wet pussy, has a loud moan falling from his pink lips.

"Fuck- you wanted this didn't you? You wanted me to fuck you so good that all you think about is me pleasing you."

You clench at his words. The suckers against your nipples are replaced with his fingers. He rolls and pinches your nipples between his index and thumb, before groping your breast and taking a nipple in his warm mouth.

Your brain is on airplane mode and your body feels like it's drifting along an ocean. His fingers, mouth and tentacles feel to good to hold back an orgasm.

"S-san ah- I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good whore and cum for me? Gonna cream all over my tentacle-"

His taunting questions are answered as your body writhes in its confinements, a loud cry wringing through your body. Your head tilts back, mouth open and eyes half closed.

"-Fuck angel, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep tightening up on me like that."

His tentacle speeds up even more, your body slowly starts to feel like it's buzzing as San roughly fucks his tentacle into you.

"Then cum for me Sannie~"

Your soft voice mixed with your lewd words, sends San crashing over the edge. Pulse after pulse, you feel the tentacle fill you with its cum.

Both of you breath heavily, as the tentacle inside you stills, and the tentacles holding your body up against the wall, loosen enough so you can still stand.

San slowly eases the tentacle out of you, watching with mesmerized eyes at the way his cum streams out of your pussy. His eyes hold a mischievous sparkle, as he leans down to capture your lips again.

The tentacle that pulled out of you, drew slow circles around your clit. Your body squirms at the touch, tentacles tightening around your wrists, ankles and one finding its way around your neck.

"Do you think you can handle a fourth?"

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 20

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: NSFW, flangst

WC: 3504

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Dean follows her into the hallway where the rooms are, sees her hesitating in front of one of the doors. His heart skips a beat because he knows what’s in there, and he thinks she knows too, that’s probably exactly why she stopped there.

He still remembers her toying with a strap-on last time, and well, he doesn’t know if he would be ready for that, hasn’t ever done it in his fucking life.

Strangely, though, Dean thinks that if that’s what she wants, he’d be game. And that way of thinking is absolutely alien to him.

Here he is, Dean fucking Winchester, owner of a fucking sex club, being pegged in the ass by his—

—Yeah, by his what?

Who is she to him? Fuckbuddy? Friend? Acquaintance? Girlfriend?

He doesn’t know. All he knows is that she’s his and all other labels just don’t really matter.

Dean watches her go in there and he walks closer, leans his body against the door frame and crosses his arms over his chest. Unlike the last time, where Y/N walked straight up to the strap-ons, she pauses at a drawer where the toys are kept.

She rummages through the drawers, messing everything up that was neatly arranged. She finds a silicone cock ring and takes it out, and holds it up between her fingers, stretching it, before her eyes land on him.

“That’s a cock ring.” Dean says because he honestly doesn’t know if she was wondering what it is or if she wants him to wear it.

“Duh,” She laughs and Dean thinks it sounds wonderful, “I know. Oh,” She says, picks another ring up from the drawer, “A vibrating one!”

He thinks it’s totally cute how much she enjoys this.

“You could wear it,” She says, holds it out for him, the vibrating one of course.

It makes him wonder if she’s ever been fucked by a guy wearing one. Dean hopes not because that dude would get his lungs ripped out. By him.

“Baby, I’m so hard I could pound fucking nails, my cock will fall off if I try to get it through the hole.” He says, and god, he’d love to wear it for her, make them both feel the vibration when they fuck. Jesus, his dick throbs just thinking about it.

“Oh,” She says and it makes her seem more innocent.

God, he just wants bend her over and fuck her now.

Y/N abandons the rings, finds something different, “What’s this?”

Dean grins, “It’s a finger vibrator. You just put it over your finger and then, you know,”

She has it over her finger before Dean can finish the sentence and manages to turn it on, “Aahhh,” She’s giggling before she walks towards him, kisses him briefly while she holds the vibrator to his crotch and he groans into her mouth.

Such a fucking tease, he swears.

Before he could kiss her back, she slips out of the room with the vibrating toy still on her finger, and walks along the doors and Dean can do nothing else than follow her.

He watches her head to the room that’s familiar to her. The room where he fucked her on the table. The room where he let her come down on the bed with his face pressed into her chest, listening to her heart beat. The room with a lot of restraining options and he can’t lie, he’s kind of excited about it.

Y/N goes in and Dean slips in with her, closes and locks the door behind him.

Standing at the bed, she turns around, smiles when she sees him walking closer. When he’s close enough, her hands go around his neck and Dean leans down, kisses her. His hand goes to her ass cheeks, fingers span wide around them and pulls her body flush to his while he spanks down on her clothed globes. Her hands fists in the width lapel of his suit, playing with it.

“Do you trust me, Dean?” She looks up at him with a playful glint in her eyes and Dean’s aroused and anxious at the same time.

“Yeah,” He says, smiles a fond smile, because it’s the truth.

The smile she returns him is cocky and her eyes glisten, “Good.”

There’s a shudder running down Dean’s spine. Good? What does that mean?

She’s quick to take off his suit jacket and Dean helps her by standing still, letting her drop it from his body right to the floor. Her fingers work swiftly on the button of his shirt and Dean can’t do anything other than admiring her. Her tongue peaks out to rest at the corner of her mouth. She’s clearly in deep concentration. He helps by pulling the shirt out of his pants, lets her drop it to the floor as well. Next, she works on his belt, the metal clanking loudly in the room. Before she works on the zipper, though, she palms his hard cock through his pants, gives his balls a tweak and Dean groans out, which makes her laugh.

Y/N hooks her fingers through his underwear, pulls it down with his pants. His dick springs free, slaps wetly against his lower abdomen. She crouches down, helps him step out of them and rids him off his socks. Dean moans when he feels her cupping his balls, then groans some more when he feels the wetness of her tongue licking up from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock.

However, she’s quick to stand up again, doesn’t stop cupping and twirling his balls in her palms though and Dean has to bite on his bottom lip. She’s a fucking tease and from the way she looks at him — with that mischievous smirk and sparkle in her eyes — he thinks she knows.

She kisses up his chest, sucks at his pulse point, and Dean’s wraps his arms around her waist, fingers tugging at her shirt but she’s quick to swat his hand away before she kisses up his chin, claiming his mouth, tongue sliding wetly against his, while she wraps her delicate fingers around his shaft. Dean has to groan into the kiss and she chuckles, their breath mingling.

“On the bed, Dean,” Y/N whispers, lips brushing against his.

And Dean realizes with these words, that she’s in control. It turns him on and he has to swallow down the sound he wants to push out of his throat.

She takes a step back, raises her eyebrows and looks at him with a fucking big grin that he just would love to wipe it from her face — preferably with a kiss — but he’s too busy scrambling onto the bed right now, couldn’t fucking get on fast enough, actually.

“Lie on your back,” Her voice has an amused tone to it and she climbs on the bed with him, straddles his stomach, before she kisses him again.

Her hands find both his wrists, pins them above his head. She let go of one, shackles it into the existing leather cuff that’s already secured to the bedpost. Before she secures it, though, she looks at him, and Dean knows that it’s because she wants to make sure that it’s alright for him.

Jesus, he can’t deny her even if he would try.

Dean nods his approval and she smiles, bright and white, before she continues to shackle his other wrist to the bedpost. Her clothed tits are right in his face while she does it and Dean wishes the fabric away. It doesn’t hold him back from not craning his neck and pressing his face against them, though. Doesn’t hold him back from opening his mouth and bites into her flesh, clothed or not.

She giggles at that and quickly climbs off of him. He should be ashamed at the whine he’s letting out upon her abandoning him. It’s just— he can’t find it in himself to fucking care.

He watches her unceremoniously pull her shirt over her head, watches her unbutton her pants and slips them off her legs. Graceful is different, not that he cares about it. Not when it’s her.

His eyes are on her, watching her unhook her bra and she leaves her underwear on. It’s baby pink, see through because it’s mesh. It’s fucking pretty, he has to admit and he can see her pussy. His dick twitches at the sight and it pushes out some clear liquid, and she must have noticed because she’s grinning.

Y/N crouches down and picks up the finger vibrator from the bed, and puts it over her finger as she climbs in and slots herself between his legs. Dean opens up his thighs a little wider for her.

He has to swallow hard as he watches her, watches her smile before she kisses his balls. He bites his lips at the touch, and god, what he would give to just prop himself on his elbow and watch without having to crane his neck too much.

There’s a sound of vibration and Dean jumps when she holds it to his balls.

“Jesus Christ, fuck—” He curses, closes his eyes briefly but wills himself to look.

She sucks at one of his balls, holds the vibrator to his other one. God, what a fucking beautiful sight.

“You like that?” She whispers before she wraps her mouth around his leaking tip, hollows her mouth and sucks the living shit out of him while his balls are still vibrating.

“Fuck—, yes!” He groans at the suction and stimulation on his balls.

Letting out his dick with a lewd pop, she smiles up at him before he feels the vibration on his thigh, her hand plies them open wider and Dean rolls with it, because it feels too fucking good to stop.

Y/N chuckles when she sees that Dean opens his legs wider for her, and Dean already thought that she’d drop a stupid remark but she actually doesn’t. Instead, she massages the vibrator all over his cock and balls while she just licks below it, the tip of her tongue toying dangerously close to his other hole.

Dean can’t help but spread himself even wider, wishing somehow that his hands would be free so he could hold his knees for her.

Her tongue teases along his rim and she pauses to look up to him.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Hot air hits his wet rim and Dean nods his head frantically. Because yes, he fucking loves it. And that’s what he’s telling her, “Fucking love it,” It comes out a little higher than usual, because she just rubbed that vibrator over the seam of his balls and they jump up without him even wanting them to.

Fucking Christ, she’s so nasty. He loves it.

She doesn’t even touch his cock, only rubs the vibrator at the base of his shaft while she sucks and laps at his balls and rim and Jesus, he’s already close to creaming.

“Baby—,” He chokes out, “I— fuck,”

Dean bucks his hips which prompts her to pin his thighs down.

“I’m coming,” He breathes out a whisper, but as soon as Y/N hears it, she pulls the vibrator away as well as her face.

His cock fucking aches at the lost of contact and he whines and curses, “No! Fuck, no!”

She chuckles as she lets him come back from that edge he was on, and Dean thinks it’s not fucking fair how much joy she finds in torturing him. It’s cute though, he has to give her that.

After that first time that Dean almost came, she tortures him a couple more times, bringing him so close only to pull him away from fucking bliss and he’s getting frustrated. His dick is throbbing painfully.

By the time she denied him an orgasm for the fourth time, he’s so close to give up, growling and swearing like a fucking sailor but she’s not even impressed by it. Continues to giggle and laugh at him.

God, Dean’s definitely a fucking masochist because he loves her playfulness, even though he’s the one in fucking pain here.

He’s whimpering and wincing, whining even, as she lets go of him and turns the vibrator off and places it on the bed next to him. She licks up his shaft, sucks sharply at the head that’s angry and leaking, before she climbs up his body, placing little kisses here and there. He jerks again when she twirls her tongue around his nipple and teethes at it.

What a fucking tease.

Y/N sucks along his throat until she kisses his mouth, tongue teasing along his bottom teeth and Dean tastes himself on the tip of it. He kisses her back, rough and needy, just really everything he feels right now and he groans out when she sucks in his tongue, making him forget his own goddamn name for a moment.

“Get on my face,” Dean growls out, loud and dark and she parts from him, looks at him with a frown on her face, “Come on,”

“On your face?” She asks, and Dean thinks it’s absolutely cute how she’s probably never done it. Never had someone as needy as him begging her to fucking sit on his fucking face before.

And that’s good too, because in all honesty, he wouldn’t want for anyone else to have a taste of that pussy but him.

“Yeah, do it, please,” He confirms his decision and she reluctantly moves up, straddles his face. Her panties are still in the way and she’s about to move her crotch to the side but Dean stops her, “No, leave it, sit down like that,”

She nods when she sits down, her hands holding onto the headboard. Immediately, Dean opens his mouth wide, sucks at her clit through her panties, wetting it some more, draws her taste to the tip of his tongue. He moans and hums against her. Her hesitations are soon gone and she begins to hump his fucking face. He can’t lie that he fucking loves to be smothered by her pussy.

It’s not long before she fists her hand in his hair and rubs her clothed cunt all over his face. Dean loves that too, the nails that are digging in his scalp are just on the right side of painful.

She comes with a yell, shivering and trembling above him, almost falling off and he sucks at the fabric, milking out every drop and swallows it down.

“God, my panties are ruined,” She breathes out a laugh.

“I still have the clothes bag Claire bought for you upstairs,” He says, as a way to reassure her that he also cares about that.

Y/N makes her way down again, and Dean has the weird feeling that she’s going to tease him again.

He really doesn’t know if he can take more of the tease and he’s sweating bullets, so he whines, “Baby, please no teasing, I’m about to fucking burst.”

She chuckles, as she gets off the bed to lower down her panties. Climbing back on again after stepping out of it.

Straddling him, she spreads her pussy lips, and sits on his shaft, grinding along it, making him bite back curses and moans, “Just a little, Dean, okay?”

He has his eyes closed, tries not to fucking come, and he swallows, “Yeah, okay. Okay.” He says, because yeah, okay, he’s trying.

It feels good, and she starts to grind harder, his shaft threads through slick wet folds until the head of his dick catches her rim and she sits up a little before letting his cock slide in. Meanwhile Dean’s biting his lips so hard he tastes fucking copper and they groan out in unison when he bottoms out.

“So good, you feel so fucking good,” He chokes out, and he actually wants to watch where their body meet, because he loves that. He loves to watch his dick going in and out of her, loves to watch how tight her pussy grips around his cock. But Dean simply can not hold his head up anymore, so he lets it sink back, his hands grip at the restraints around his wrist while he watches her tits bounce up and down. What a fucking sigh to behold.

“Just like that, baby. Jesus, fuck—”

She rides him in a maddening pace, tries to get him deeper with every slap of their body and Dean wants to tell her to take it slower because she’ll wear herself out like this but he just can’t say anything because he can’t bring a coherent word past his lips in his state of mind.

After a while though, she braces her hands on his chest, and she looks tired, Dean can tell. Sees it in the way her shoulders sag, the way she breathes, the way her eyelids start to droop. She’s not used to it, probably hasn’t done things like these for a very long time and still has to get used to being fucked almost every day.

“Dean, I—,” She whispers and he knows. He just knows. She doesn’t have to say anything, really.

“You tired, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N looks at him with heavy lids and Dean has to grin.

“Come on, uncuff me, I got you,”

She nods before her hands are working on his cuffs, frees his one hand and immediately it goes to her tits, kneads it roughly while she frees his other wrist.

When both his hands are free, Dean touches every inch of her body. It was pure tortue not being able to touch her, not being able to knead and feel her. He likes sex, that he does. He just likes connection, too.

“Dean,” She breathes out.

“I know, baby, I know,” He says and with one swift turn, he has her pinned below him, both his elbows are on either side of her face. His hand strokes her hair back, his lips spraying kisses on her face, “I got you,”

He doesn’t fuck her hard but he fucks her deep, just the way he knows she likes it, making her wince with every thrust. He finds the vibrator on the bed, turns it on one handed and wedges his hand between both their bodies to hold it against her clit. He feels the vibration too, it’s win win for both of them, really.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Dean, don’t stop,” She moans out, before she comes around his cock. Her cunt’s so tight that it pushes him out and Dean pushes in again with a growl before he too, comes with a throaty grunt and buries his face into the crook of her neck.

It’s almost 9.30pm when Dean waits for her to finish showering. They spent some time in the room afterwards and she actually fell asleep.

Dean has to dress her unconscious body to get her out of the room and call in for someone to clean it up before opening. She didn’t even stir when he put her to bed and he set the alarm clock, and crawled in after her. He wasn’t even tired, but lying there with her warm and soft body pressed to his, Dean’s eyelids started to droop and his muscles relaxed.

She was absolutely grumpy when he woke her up. Cutest little cranky thing, really.

Before she went in to take a shower, she rummaged through the clothes bag, found a pair of panties and a skirt that’s not too short. He’s going to drive her to work and maybe ask if he could spend the night with her since she’s going to be gone for two fucking nights. In this stage of their relationship—

— Relationship. Because that’s what they have, don’t they? That’s what they are? His and hers ?

He gets grumpy when he thinks that he won’t see her for two full fucking days, honestly.

Dean drops by her office building, couldn’t park near enough because the spaces right in front were occupied and when he wants to get out and walk her to the door, she asks him what he's doing.

“Walk you to the door?” His voice is irritated.

She chuckles and leans over, kissing his cheek. Her hand rubs at his scruff, “You don’t have to, I’m a big girl,”

He wants to object, but he thought better of it. She’ll get mad, he’s sure of that, so he sighs, “Okay,”

Before she gets out, though, he stops her, “Let me pick you up after work, please?”

Y/N’s already halfway out the door when she leans back down and smiles at him, “Okay,”

With that she’s gone, Dean watches her walking to the main entrance from his rearview mirror.

Something catches his eyes though. A dark figure walks up to her and grabs at her arm. Dean almost doesn't scramble out of the car fast enough to run up to them.

Chapter 21

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jess-cnco-christopherlove016924 · 3 years

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Back in time for Halloween

•Side note:my name starts with a J that's way I called my YouTube channel CJV family and also sorry this took long

*it's the week of Halloween and your boyfriend (Christopher) got back home on Wednesday, you gave him 2 days just to relax and for him to catch up on his sleep due to tour. Today is Friday and your trying to think of of what YouTube video to make.You originally thought of filming my boyfriend rates my Halloween costume from fashion nova but they haven't arrived plus Chris has been playing video games all day, then theres a knock on the door*

Chris:*while playing he calls you from the living room *neña,someone's at the door*no response,this time the door bell rings*Babe...Y/N*you still don't hear him so he pauses his game and opens the door, it's the deliveryman with boxes from fashion nova.he signs for them than goes to your shared bedroom*hey,neña some boxes got delivered to you

Y/N:what? Really from where,when right now?

Chris:si neña right now,te estaba llamando pero no me escuhaste,es de fashion nova

Y/N:oh sorry baby estaba pensando que YouTube video to film ya que lo que ordene de fashion nova no estaba aqui but now I can do the fashion nova video but I need your help baby

Chris:En que neña*in his accent*no I want to play my games neña

Y/N:come on,please baby I promise you'll love it 😉 *winks*

Chris:Ok neña

Y/N:thank you amor*you hug him and kiss him*just give me about 15 minutes to set up everything y what to try on first

Chris:ok neña*he hugs you and kisses you back*while you do that I'm going to finish playing my game*he starts walking back*

Y/N:ok baby,I'll call you when I'm ready *you set up everything and start recording*hey CJ Veléz familia ok so since tomorrow is Halloween and most of you know my handsome baby is home from tour so who better than my baby to rate my Halloween costumes*you go to change to your first costume and put a robe on top*ok guys let me call him*you open the door and call him*babe I'm ready

Chris: *from the living room*ok neña ahi voy*he walks in*

Y/N:CJ Veléz fam let's welcome back the one and only Christopher velez,so how you been baby how does it feels to be back home

Chris:Neña I got home 2 days ago why your asking me again?

Y/N:amor I know I'm asking cause I know all the CJ fam want to know

Chris:Oh*laughs*I been good happy to be back home I missed my beautiful baby *hugs you and kisses you on the lips*

Y/N:*kisses him back*ok so set down baby and you'll rate my Halloween costumes but you'll have to close your eyes and open them when I tell you ok amor

Chris:ok amor*closes his eyes*

Y/N:*takes off robe*ok guys what you think*turns around*I like it guys cause even tho I'm not the skinniest or I might not have the biggest ass in the world it makes me look like I have more of a hourglass figure and my ass looks more out

Chris:Amor a mi no me importa el cuerpo Eres hermosa como Eres,para mi eres linda

Y/N:Aw thank you baby*kisses him*ok baby you can open your eyes

Chris:*opens his eyes*Wow baby *looks at you up and down*Can you take me for a ride later😜

Y/N:Chris sssshhh try keeping it at least PG-13 baby,I bought another one similar to this one but shorter oh I also bought you a few too,to kinda make it like a couple's costume like for this one I bought you one too,so what do you rate it baby from one to ten

Chris:ok ok I'll try,really thank you amor I thought I was going to have to go buy mine.I rate it a 9 just because it's my favorite color y because you look really sexy in it*smacks butt*

Y/N:*you grab your butt*BABE!ok baby I'll take it just because I have others that you will love,let me go change to the second costume*you go change*

Chris:ok baby I'm going to get a drink while you do that,want anything?

Y/N:A monster please*after about 10 minutes he comes back with his and your drink and also a bag of chips*

Chris:I'm back baby

Y/N:ok baby close your eyes*he does and you walk out*guys can you guess who I am?it's one of my favorite movies,it didn't come with the skirt but I put it on to make it look like a dress.You can open your eyes now baby what you think

Chris:*opens his eyes and while eating his chips*Wait your an evil doll or que neña?

Y/N:No Chris*grabs the chip from his hand*I'm Wednesday addams from the addams family*snap snap*

Chris:Oh*laughs*I give it a 5

Y/N:Wow really that fast,alright to the next one*Goes change*ok I'm coming out baby

Chris:ok*closes his eyes*

Y/N:*you come out walking backwards and your robe covering your body*baby you can have your eyes open for this one

Chris:*opens his eyes*Damn mami I love the view of this one*Bites his lips*I Cum in peace👽🖖🏼

Y/N:BABE!ok CJs I don't know if you can tell what I am by looking at my headband but I'm an alien*pulls away the robe*the back is way to open so I can't turn around*puts on the robe,opens your monster and takes a few sips*so what you rate it baby

Chris:A 8.5 baby cause you look sexy AF as an alien Miami

Y/N:Y you look sexy AF with your messy hair*you mess up his hair even more*Ok next*you change into the black/red dragon ninja*ready baby?

Chris:*closes his eyes*Si neña

Y/N:*comes out*Open your eyes baby

Chris:*opens his eyes,his eyes get filled with lust*Aver turn around baby*you do,looks at you up and down while biting his lip.he pulls you towards him to sit on his lap and whispers*Let's turn off the camera already mami I want to be inside of you already*Starts kissing your neck*

Y/N:*drinks more monster*let me finish...*you feel him getting harder*Ok CJ fam someone can't wait to get back to playing his games so I'm going to leave the pictures in the end and what he rated every costume but like always love you all don't forget to like share and subscribe if your not subscribe yet see you all in the next one bye guys*turns off the camera*

Chris:*picks you up while grabbing your ass and throws you on the bed*You think that's funny neña*gets on top of you,his hands roaming your body and kissing you*

Y/N:what baby*kisses him back*

Chris:*flips you around on your stomach and smacks your ass*Teasing me like that,walking out the closet half naked and not being able to fuck you*Starts rubbing your pussy*

Y/N:but babe...mmm...papi it's not teasing if*moans*it's called...AH...my boyfriend...AH...rates my halloween cost...AH

Chris:Ya se Como se llama neña*smacks your ass*it's still teasing*smacks your ass again*Y for that I'm going to get even Mami*Grabs your face and kisses you before going into the closet and comes back with the box where you guys keep your toys😉 pulls out handcuffs with his finger he tells you to go to him.you crawl from the bed to him.You look up at him*That was very naughty of you baby girl so now your going to get punished,take off your costume get on your knees y hold up your wrist*you do as he says while your doing that he lowers his sweatpants and boxers he than puts the handcuffs on you*Y ahora abre esa linda boca*You do he puts his thumb on your lips*Que tan linda boca la tuya Mami*he sticks a finger inside your mouth*MMM...que tan rico me lo chupas Mami*he grabs a fist full of hair making it into a messy bun*I want to see that pretty mouth around my Dick*he pushes himself into you*Now are you going to be a good girl for daddy,listen to daddy y not tease daddy anymore

Y/N:*gags*mmmmhhh...*moans*

Chris:*grabs your breast with his free hand*Use your words baby

Y/N:*stops sucking his Dick*Yes daddy

Chris:good baby girl*pushes you back into his Dick*AH...asi mami que rico*you start gagging and hold on tighter onto his legs*You want me to fuck you now like the slut you are Mami*he looks down at you and you nod your head.He picks you up by your ass and carries you to the bed.You two start making out,he goes lower to your neck*

Y/N:AH...si papi...AH*he gives you a hickey than goes lower to your breast and starts sucking on one nipple while pinching the other after a while he switches,he gives you another hickey on your left boob, he goes lower to your belly button once he gets to your sensitive part he places soft kisses down to your inner thighs.you moan when he hears you moaning he than starts lightly biting your inner thighs,you moan out his name*Chris...yes daddy...MMM...asi papi...Christopher... AH*He than starts kitten licking your pussy a few times before eating you out,You start moaning more and more.he sticks a finger inside and starts pumping after a while he sticks two more fingers.You start grabbing to the sheets and moan*Fuck daddy yes yes Chris...stick your dick in me already

Chris:*pulls out his fingers and slaps your breast*Ask nicely neña

Y/N:*moans*AH please daddy fuck me already,stretch me out daddy please I want you inside of me papi*give him puppy eyes*

Chris:Aaaawww you look so cute begging like the slut you are mami*grabs your face and kisses you, than he takes off the handcuffs.he gets on top of you and sticks his dick inside of you*

Y/N:*moans*AH...AH...Christopher...MMM *you start grabbing the bed sheets even harder.your back arching.Moans*Chris

Chris:*He feels that your close to Cumming*Aw baby*in his accent*That fast your going to Cum neña

Y/N:*moans*AH...Chris,you know I missed you a lot...AH...MMMM...you were gone for 2 months papi

Chris:Oh really my baby girl missed me a lot*kisses you on the lips*mucho mucho

Y/N:*kisses him back *Si papi mucho mucho

Chris:Oh really ya lo veremos Mami*He grabs the headboard with both hands and starts fucking you harder*

Y/N:*moan after moan after moan* AH...AH...AH...chr...chris...AH Chris... MMM...Christopher*your body starts shaking,back arching up.Your eyes roll back and scream*CHRISTOPHER!!! I'm Cum...I'm Cumm...cumming

Chris:*moans*Cum for daddy Mami...AH *soon after you he cums inside of you* AH fuck baby*once you have come down from your climax you lay next to him*Oh baby girl I'm not done with you,now I want you to ride me*in a second he flips you around*

Y/N:But daddy I need a...*he smacks your ass and you let out a moan*

Chris:what did I say slut,the more you disobey the longer the punishment understood!*you whine a bit.He smacks your ass again but harder this time,You gasp and he smacks your ass harder*Understood neña

Y/N:*moans*Yes daddy

Chris:*he massages your ass*Good girl*he rubs your pussy before you sink down on his rock hard Dick*AH yeah mami your so wet baby*he licks his finger than continues rubbing your pussy*You taste even more delicious con mi créma mami

Y/N:*moans*AH...yes daddy only for you papi AH...AH...AH Chris

Chris:good mami,now slide down on daddy's cock baby girl*you grab his dick and slide down on him*AH Fuck mami AH que rico baby*grabs your hips to make you go faster*

Y/N:*moans*AH yeah...AH Fuck... Christopher*you start to move faster on your own so he moves his hands to your ass,he squeezes your ass*AH...Fuck Chris que rico papi AH...AH*your voice start to get shakey*chr...chris...christo... pher Fu*your body starts shaking the knot inside you snaps.Your eyes roll back,you hold on to the headboard with both hands but your head falls on his shoulder.You lightly bit on his shoulder and give him a hickey while trying to moan.he doesn't like that so he grabs your hair,pulls your head back*

Chris:I want to hear you moan loud and clear got that slut*he smacks your ass a few times and then grabs your breast,starts sucking on them than switching ever few minutes*

Y/N:*moans*Yes daddy*he starts fucking you even faster again until he unloads in you after a while his thrust starts getting slapper*

Chris:*moans*Fuck baby*you two lay there in bed for a bit,you than get up*Amor where your going,quedate aqui

Y/N:*He fucked you so good that your walking like a new born deer,so you have to lean against each the wall for balance*Baby I need to show you the rest of the costumes y edit el YouTube video

Chris:Aaaww babe no!!ok while you do that voy a ordenar Sushi*He gets up to help you and to kiss you*Te extrane mucho neña

Y/N:*kisses him back*Yo tambien te extrane mucho mi papi Chulo*He goes gets his phone from the living room than walks back into the bedroom while ordering sushi,he later than rates all the costumes*

•red ninja 7/10

•sexy Freddy 9/10

•racer shorts jumpsuit 10/10

•Red ridding hood 9/10

•skeleton onesie 6/10

•Sexy maid 20/10

•Sexy school girl 10/10

•pink fortnite bunny 50/10

•bulma bunny 30/10

•angel 8/10

•devil 10/10

•army jumpsuit 9/10

•racer referee 6/10

•princess jasmine 5/10

•sexy goku 100/10

•sexy goku blue boots 8/10

*you edit the video and upload it to your channel,you finish just in time when the sushi gets delivered.Chris and you eat than play video games for a bit, take a shower and later watch scooby-do(2002)before going to sleep.the next morning you two wake up early and go to the store to get rest of the stuff you need to make the desserts for tonight's Halloween party you and the guys planned you come home and starts baking while Chris plays fortnite live with the guys*

Chris:*laughs*Ay papa loco erick pero que tu haces

Erick:*doing flips and turns in the beginning of a new level *Ay pero que no tu Míras Chris*Chris copies him*

Richard:come on guys let's play already in a bit we're going to have to get ready for the party,let's try to play 3 rounds

Zabdiel and Joel:yeah come on guys

Joel:let's hurry please guys plus I need a go to Chris and Y/N house so Y/N can help me with my makeup*it's the last round and it's already 3:00,you finish the desserts,you get ready before you do Chris a simple vampire makeup and before Joel gets there,you wear the fortnite pink bunny customer once Joel gets to your apartment you do his wolf makeup*

*At the roof top party*

*eveyone is having a good time talking, laughing and dancing.there's not a lot of people,only close friends and family.the guys are setting down at a talk,you walk up to them with a box a pizza and some drinks,you set next to Chris*

Richard:hey Y/N I thought you and Chris were going to have a couple's costume on

Y/N:yeah I wanted to do that pero Chris quiso ser vampiro last minute -_-

All 4:wow Chris like always changing everything last minute

Y/N:I know right,I wouldn't be surprised if he decides to stop sharing his food with me one day or leave me*You say in a joking way.all 4 of them and you laugh while Chris just looks at you*

Chris:I will never leave you baby te lo prometo*he brings you closer to him,kisses your cheek and hugs you from your hips and rubs his thumb a bit he can't feel your underwear line than he moves his hand to your back,he doesn't feels your bra straps neither.he whispers in your ear*Amor do you have underwear or a bra on?

Y/N:Nope*he just looks at you with his eyes wide open*what babe I didn't wanted them to show

Chris:so what do you have under that?

Y/N:nothing just band-aids covering my nipples

Chris:*his eyes fill up with lust and tells the guy*we'll be back guys*he gets up grabs you by the hand and takes you to 1 out the 3 bathroom on the roof top* and locks it*that was very mean of you baby

Y/N:De que baby

Chris:really amor de Que?*starts making out,in his accent*of you saying I'll leave you se tu sabes que te amo mucho baby but I'll prove it to you again*he picks you up and puts you on the counter top sink*now let's see if we really aren't wearing anything under that*he starts rubbing your pussy*will I don't feel any panties*after a while he rips the costume than he looks at you*

Y/N:BABE!how am I going to get out of the bathroom like this

Chris:*tisk tisk*naughty naughty very naughty of you baby girl what if someone found out huh or if one of the guys found out*smacks your ass*

Y/N:*moans*AH...so y que tiene si se enteran *you bit your lip*

Chris:En verdad que teine,que teine *smacks your ass harder,he starts rubbing your pussy again but faster*

Y/N:*moans*Chris for real how...am I..going to AH Fuck...AH

Chris:*start kissing your neck*Don't worry baby girl I'll get you a change of clothes later*he than takes off his pants and boxers and rubs your pussy with his Dick before sticking it inside you*

Y/N:*you grab onto the edge of the counter top,moans*Chris AH....AH...Fuck Chris...Christopher AH si papi...AH *chris kisses you to quiet down your moans after 25 you knot snap,you start to fall back but Chris catches you,he holds you up and starts to go faster till he cums*

Chris:*moans*Fuck baby,wait here baby I'll be back*he puts back he's pants and boxers,takes the ripped costume and sneaks out and goes to the apartment changes to the skeleton onesie and takes yours to you,he does a secret knock*

Y/N:*opens the door*thank you baby*he pops his head in to kiss you after you change you both see the guys on the dance floor and go dance in the group*

Richard:*sees you both but doesn't says anything until you guys go back to table *Yo Chris where did you guys go you were gone for a while

Chris:what you mean rich we went to check we still had enough desserts and go change cause we got cold*laughts*

Y/N:who wants drinks*you get up and go get drinks for everyone*

Richard:*looks at Chris*really Chris I heard you both and saw you sneak out the bathroom*you sip your drink awkwardly and Chris just laughs than changes subject,for the rest of the night everyone chats,laughs and dances*

#christopher-velez-x-reader #christopher velez #cnco #cnco smut #christopher velez smut

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evolsinner · 3 years

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i don't need 'looking after'! i am perfectly capable of taking care of my own damn self. from the moment kayrem has walked back into our lives, he's been showing off. he's trying to prove his 'worth' to the family, and it's annoying the heck out of me!

first, he takes me away from isaac against my will, then he does this elaborate show of how much he still has an effect on me. i mean, the only reason i called him is that there was no one else to call!! and now he's brought a fucking dog for maxi? sucking up to father? it's not fair! he just doesn't get to be gone for this long and then have the easiest welcome back party.

i hate him!

after grumpily hopping out of the shower, i crash straight into bed. mum's doing overtime which means i'll get to see her first thing in the morning. this is good because i'm still figuring out what to say to her.

my parents always change roles, either one of them is too mad and the other is understanding or vice versa. so i guess she’s gonna be playing the ‘mad’ role tomorrow.

i slide out of bed and creep down the hallway, pausing at the source of the problem…in me.

"what are you doing?" i push the door further in.

without looking up from his crouching position, kayrem’s like, “the dvd player is jacked up. i'm tryna get it to work," and takes a gulp from his redbull.

"can't you wait till tomorrow to do it?"

"tomorrow can wait."

ugh, i never seem to make sense of his comebacks like these. just answer properly, jeez. "what are you tryna watch anyway?"

"get in the bed and you'll see," he grins.

the fuck? wait... i mean, i do kinda need to tell him something so..

"oh, and, shut the door. make sure to lock it too."

"'lock it'?" i stand there nervously.

"we don't want anyone walking in."

huh?

"if one of those scenes happen to come on," he adds like an afterthought.

"oh..." i shut the door and crawl into his bed, sitting up and crossing my legs. "why not just netflix and chill? that dvd player is pretty old; i don't think you can get it to work." i immediately shut my mouth, realising what i said could be taken the wrong way too.

he quits messing about with the player and looks over his shoulder at me with an amused frown, "huh?"

"i meant, like, watch a movie on the laptop. not..y'know. like, literally only a movie and nothing else."

"fine, i suppose you do have a point," he turns off the tv and dvd player before grabbing the laptop and climbing into bed with me. "fuck,” he taps away at the keys, “forgot it was flat.”

"can you just sleep with me instead?"

he raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"next to me! n~not with me!" i quickly clarify before laying down, all red and hot.

i hear the lid of the laptop shut, followed by a swift motion of a shirt being pulled off. the bed dips as a body lies down behind me. gradually, i feel warmth shifting closer to me and the smell of red bull breath. like magnets, we stick together. a hand weaves its way underneath my shirt and i tense up.

"relax," he coos.

his fingers trace over my mini love handles, nearing my belly button. i don't know if i want him to go higher or lower. slightly, i back up into him, rubbing my ass in circular motions on his dick. a grunt leaves his mouth, his hot breath hitting my nape. my respiration elevates and the follicles on my forearms stand up.

"sorry," i sigh.

"don't be. if you like it, keep doing it."

i back up into him further and rest my ass on his bulge. his hand goes higher, tracing the side of my boob, to my underboobs, then to the other side; forming a 'w' in the process.

"you're not wearing a bra.”

"..they're uncomfortable."

he slowly goes up the slopes of my boobs and runs his thumb over my tits, kneading them for a while. "you like this?"

"mhm.."

"how about this?" he skims his hand all the way down to the top of my panties.

i turn a little on my back and buck my hips up, desperately inching my body closer to his fingertips. he inserts his hand and goes past the stubble to reach my throbbing clit. now i can feel the pressure of his dick getting erect and also his hand on my pussy.

"here?" his finger hovers.

"y..yes.."

he tenderly presses down and a moan escapes my mouth.

"you're so sensitive, babysis," he whispers. "i haven't even started."

he rubs my button in a figure 8 which makes me squirm like a worm. his fingers slide in between my moist folds, massaging me, as they go back up again to torture my clit.

"kayrem, please, in..in me."

he puts his mouth next to my ear, "how many?"

"as many as you can fit.."

"on one condition, you have to call me by my middle name from now on, sis."

knots get created in my stomach. knots and crosses. clusters and ravels. memories and misery. no, this cannot be happening again. i was here to talk to him, not play with him.

"stop.”

"what?"

"lavanda," i pull his hand out, "i'm sorry."

he doesn't say anything, but i can tell he's not that happy. i turn to face him. he's lying on his back with an arm crossed behind his head, in a pensive mood. there's a sense of nostalgia dancing in his distant expression as he stares out the skylight. i cuddle up to him, laying an arm and a leg over his torso.

“missed my room,” he murmurs melancholically.

“yeah, think i liked it better as a guest room.”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes. "…why did you come back, marie?"

"i have something to tell you."

he glances at me curiously with those hazel eyes. how can i get lost in them when i have the exact same colour? his other sleeveless arm lingers over the blanket. i shift closer to him so that my body gently presses into his. he’s warm.

"i'm pregnant."

nothing but tensive as hell silence fills the room.

finally, kayrem exhales loudly, his stomach deflating and my arm lowering with the motion. "why the fuck are you telling me that?" he shoves me away. "i don't care about the shit you do with him. i also don't appreciate you bringing his shit back here."

"your shit."

"what?" he faces me with a blank expression.

"it's yours."

he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

i sit up criss~cross applesauce. "that night when we did it, i..i haven't gotten my.." i clear my throat and start again. "i haven't gotten my..my.. ugh, sorry," i apologise, picking at my cuticles.

"it's okay. you can tell me. i’m your big brother," kayrem leans up on his elbow and stops me from fidgeting.

"i haven't gotten my period since. isaac said that he could deal with me being.." i gesture with my eyes to my tummy, "but he doesn't know that it's yours. and if he did, i don't know what he'll think of me. i just thought you should know before i did anything.”

“i..uhh…” kayrem scratches the back of his head. "do you know how far along you are?"

i shake my head.

"have you been to the doctors?"

i shake my head again.

"jesus, marie, have you done anything for it?"

no…

"i'm taking you to the docs tomorrow, i don't care," and he slumps back down.

"what, no!"

"you're going."

"i'm not!"

"like, hell."

"for fuck's sake!" i throw my hands up in the air. "i'm not keeping it, okay!”

he glares at me, trying to remain pragmatic, "i'm pretty sure this is the hormones talking, not you."

"don't you dare blame this on the hormones!"

"fine then," he spits out, "why even tell me all this when you could've gotten rid of it back there?! huh!?"

"because you had the right to know,” i murmur sadly.

he closes his eyes and shakes his head with a sigh, "you don't have to get rid of it because of how it came to be. it's selfish..heedless."

i shrug.

“if you’re worried about mother and father, don’t be. as long as i’m here, nobody can hurt you.”

yet he hurts me from simply uttering those weighty words.

"you can still give it up, but don't kill it.”

"we need to… incest and stuff. it’ll look like an alien.”

“incest or love?”

“i don’t love you, loser.”

“listen, we made the risk the moment we decided not to use..” he stops himself, clearly agitated. “anyways, the point is, marie, you're not a killer. you're nowhere close to being like him."

“what did you say?”

"nothing.”

“no, you said something, tell me.”

“dang it," kayrem rolls his eyes frustratedly. "i wasn't supposed to say anything till morning."

"what are you talking about?"

"hey," he grips my hand softly. "c’mon, let's go to sleep."

"no," i snatch my hand back. "i don't want you touching me right now."

he scoffs, "for real?"

i stare at him.

“whatever, get some sleep," and he turns on his other side, throwing the blanket over himself.

"i hate you, kayrem, i really do."

no answer.

i was about to leave his stupid room when the door sways open quietly.

"rosé, are you in here?" maxi's fragile voice wonders.

"buddy, what's up?" kayrem lifts his head up.

"wasn't talkin' to you," maxi mumbles.

"maxi, what happened?" i ask him.

"rosé," he says with relief when he hears my voice, "i..i had a nightmare and it was... it was..." he breaks into tears before having the chance to finish his sentence.

"naw, baby, come here," i hold my arms out.

"it was really scary!" he squeals and runs to me.

"it was just a nightmare, maxi, a bad dream," i console him, wiping his tears away. "it's not real. you have nothing to worry about, i promise."

"can i sleep with you guys, please?" he asks innocently.

“let’s go to my room, okay?”

"of course," kayrem grips my arm. "jump in, maximus. you can sleep in the middle, between me and marie."

"the... the house was on fire," maxi lays down, and i pull the covers over him. "i couldn't find you, rosé. i couldn't find mummy or daddy or kayrem too. when i looked out the window, i saw all of you standing there and smiling at me."

"jesus..." kayrem mutters.

"you know us, maxi," i sweep his locks to the side. "we would never leave you if the house was ever on fire. that wasn't us in your dream. they just looked like us."

"but you left me ~ twice, already."

i have trouble replying, sorta embarrassed, and give kayrem a glance.

"hey, bud, it was just a nightmare, alright?" he decides to step in for me. "nightmares can scare you, but they can't hurt you."

"see, you're safe with us," i add. "now go to sleep," i kiss him on the forehead. "kayrem and i will make sure the monsters can't come and get you."

"yeah, lil bro, your sister and i...we have our ways," he sends me a wink.

ew.

maxi nods, sobbing in my chest, and tries to fall asleep.

"what the fuck kind of movies have you been letting him watch lately?!" i hiss at kayrem.

"just an ep or two of supernatural," he informs me. "didn't think it'd be that bad."

"you didn't think..??" i shake my head in irritation. "you're such an idiot..!"

after 10 minutes or so, i can hear little snores coming from maxi.

kayrem puts his arm across maxi and rests the hand at the end of it on my waist. "kinda like seeing you like this," he whispers. "all protective of him. turns me on...a little."

i punch his shoulder, "nothing's gonna happen between you and i with him here. now shush, you're gonna wake him."

with my eyelids closed, the scent of red bull breath comes even closer, and before i know it, a pair of wet lips have enveloped over mine. i am caught a bit off guard because, like, our little brother is with us, and what if he wakes up? however, this doesn't seem to bother my big brother in the slightest.

there's something mellow about the kiss. it makes me feel safe and sound. i try not to make a sound or get lost in it, but i'm kinda losing it already. he tastes of sin, taurine and the colour red if red had a taste. he sticks his hand under my shirt, egging me on. we're both lowkey squishing burrito maxi in the process.

"fuck, stop, stop..!" i quickly retract.

"he's asleep," kayrem says calmly. "he ain't seein' nothin'," and attempts to find my lips again.

"i don't care. goodnight."

a moment later, kayrem snuggles his head inches away from mine and is like, "this could be us, you know. keep it, please.”

#teacher x student #love #romance #story

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gwoongi · 5 years

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𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖽 ♥︎ jeongguk (ft namjoon)

𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖽 jeon jeongguk / reader (ft kim namjoon) genre: pornstar au, smut rating: explicit words: 4749

The sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him.

a/n: i……………i don’t know what came over me.

warnings: graphic sexual content, rough sex, porn themes, choking, impreg kink, creampie, squirting, daddy kink, loving sex, dirty talking, degradation/humiliation, unprotected sex, cum eating, porn couple, name-calling (slut shaming?), bisexual namjoon, dirty talk literally inspired by dirty talk i see in sexy stuff im sorry

Namjoon liked porn. Like virtually every guy in his fraternity, Namjoon watched porn almost daily. There was something addictive, like a drug, about visiting PornHub; porn was like an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while, and watching porn was like relieving an itch that he couldn’t quite reach.

“The fact that all you do when you get home is watch porn is just sad,” his friend Sunmi had said, with her cheek pushed up against the worn bicep of Namjoon’s one of many frat brothers, Hoseok. Namjoon had just scowled and said nothing, not feeling the need to defend his unrequited friendship with porn because, “everybody watches porn”. To him, it was kind of like gaming; everybody played games, some more than others. And Namjoon enjoyed exploring every category, watching searches with pretty thumbnails of peach genitals or cum-stuffed faces, holes leaking with it.

It was a Friday evening, the end of Namjoon’s long haul of work from a week of University. With an untouched linguistics assignment flashing to be given attention in his emails, Namjoon closed the tab and sighed loudly with a frown, rubbing the side of his face with his hand. Boredom was the bane of his life, and he could feel it slowly creeping up on him, wrapping like a snake to prey around his body and very slowly squeezing the life out of him. After a few moments of exhausting hesitation, Namjoon groaned and reluctantly reached for his laptop.

“When you’re bored, try and reach out to a friend,” was something his Mother had always said. Granted, she didn’t quite mean friend as a synonym for PornHub dot com, but at the end of the day, she never specified what a friend was or who the friend could be. And, look, Google filled in the blanks for him as he typed in ‘p’, and like a loyal good best friend, Pornhub logged him in automatically, his premium membership like a badge of honour.

Namjoon glanced at the time- ten fourty three in the evening, and the exhaustion from classes and his late afternoon shift at the Italian restaurant down the street still hung over him, despite the glorious view of cum-filled cunts and leaking dicks. Because, when dabbling with porn, Namjoon wasn’t picky. Life could throw a thousand warm wet vaginas in Namjoon’s face, or a thousand veiny cocks, and he’d still find himself with his hands stuffed down the front of his pants, begging for some kind of release. Sunmi’s old words echoed in his head- it was sad. What he was doing, and how often he did it, was actually the saddest thing in the world.

Unlike normal, Namjoon hovered his cursor over the categories, undecided on where to go to. He’d viewed every category to death, spending hours jerking to images of girls on all fours, dressed like cats, gags stuffed in their mouths; boys with big dicks up their asses, tears down their faces. You name it, and Namjoon has probably seen it, bought the t-shirt, left a rating. As he scrolls, Namjoon’s cursor lands on a category he admits is rather alien: Verified Couples.

Not that Namjoon is at all against love- in actual fact, he thinks that is what he yearns for most of all. Somebody he can take care of, and look after, and wake up in the morning next to and stroke hair from their face, all whilst simultaneously being able to shove their faces into the mattress and fuck them, and be fucked. He’s just never explored the Verified Couples section, because honestly, he thinks he might get a little jealous of either either party in the video. What if the girl is the hottest woman he’s ever seen before, and she’s being dominated by a guy Namjoon knows from three seconds isn’t good for her? And what if the sexiest man alive is wasting his time with a selfish girl who only cares about herself?

Regardless, Namjoon decides that today, this Friday of April, he is going to explore this category like Lara Croft in a new tomb.

He clicks, unbothered, and scrolls for a few seconds. Nothing is catching his eye; none of these thumbnails show him anything he’s never seen before, and they’re all painfully mediocre and white, some just plain weird with titles like “Abusing my husband with feet!”, which is certainly not going to make him feel good tonight. After a minute or two of bored searching, Namjoon almost realises why he never dapples into this section of porn when he pauses, mildly interested in a thumbnail and a title reading, “Rough sex with my girlfriend.”

The sight of the thumbnail takes his breath away; a man, with unbelievably toned thighs and a gorgeous curved ass holds his girlfriend like she is the last thing alive on the planet, his arms wrapped around her body, the skin bunching up like old Greek statues you’d find in galleries. She is made of marble and the guy is the sculptor, breathing life into her skin as he, from the thumbnail, holds her side with his left and her small tit with his right. The thumbnail moves as he hovers the cursor over it, and for a short few seconds, Namjoon watches the boy’s hand move from her tit to her throat, and the muscles in his hand suggest he is holding tightly, his hips meeting hers in a sweet kiss as she matches his thrusts.

Namjoon can already feel the discomfort tenting in his joggers and he clicks the video without a minute of hesitation.

It begins like most pornos, the sight of the boyfriend’s enlarged cock at the bottom of the frame, the delightful view of a V-line and honey abs filling the screen for a moment as the boyfriend fiddles with the camera of amazing quality. In the background, Namjoon sees the girlfriend, her body dressed in pointless coral lingerie, the sight of perked nipples soaking through and faded bites on her collarbones. Before enlarging the video, Namjoon checks the uploader: koopid. The bio reading, Fucking Y/N until she cries for me to cum inside her, signed by Jeongguk. Now he’s familiar with names, and it feels as though he’s watching in through the window, hiding behind curtains as Jeongguk fucks the living shit out of his unbelievably cute girlfriend Y/N.

“Mmm, you look so pretty, baby girl.”

Namjoon notes how sweet the unknown Jeongguk sounds, almost as if his voice had been dunked in honey, and his words were the glump of thick substance dripping down. He sucks in a breath when Jeongguk comes into view, naked for the world to see, a smile on his face Namjoon believes was made for him. He’s boyish enough for Namjoon to enjoy, and he leans back, allowing the couple to do what they intend to do.

“So fucking pretty,” Jeongguk comments between his teeth, his fingers looping around your underwear. “Who bought you this?”

“You did,” you reply, shimmying to aid Jeongguk as he slowly pulls your panties down the length of your thighs, smooth and newly shaved. Namjoon can see a shine. Marble. “Do you like it?”

“Mm, that’s right. I love it, baby,” Jeongguk says, lifting you with ease up and out of the panties, already relatively soaked from whatever foreplay he did beforehand to get you hot and flustered. “Are you gonna let me fuck you tonight, for everybody to see?”

A gasp leaves your lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he murmurs in reply.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mm, good girl. You’re so good,” Jeongguk praises, kissing beneath your chin and encircling your arms around you. You grab onto his biceps for balance as he smooches the skin, with one swift movement setting you down on your back onto the plush pastels of the bedsheets, a whitewashed blue with pretty tiled patterns on the pillows. You lie there, staring at Jeongguk as he shadows over you, a hand on either side of your body. The muscles in his back flinch as he moves downwards in a curve, kissing a messy line from your chin to your sternum, leaving behind a visibly wet trail Namjoon follows with his eyes. “You’re so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, only for you, Daddy,” you squeak out, like a little kitten, a strangled and high-pitched moan leaving your lips as Jeongguk licks a line between your breasts, one hand palming a tit in circles, his thumb rubbing your nipple beneath the lace of the bralette. “Only for you.”

“I know,” Jeongguk acknowledges, rising up when he realises he’s prolonging things. “Keep being good for me, okay, baby?”

You mewl with a nod as he continues, getting off from his words, a vocal God, “you gonna let Daddy have your sweet little pussy, hm? Let me fill you up with my cock, fill your pussy with Daddy’s cum?”

“Please,” you breathe out, arching your back up as Jeongguk removes the bra with one hand, taunting his experience to the audience and helping you slip out of it, your perked breasts sloping upwards like tiny mountains, a delicious treat for Daddy. He contains a groan. Tonight, he wants to be mean. Tonight, Jeongguk wants to have you all, every inch of you, he wants to shove his cock so far inside of you that it hurts. For the first time on his channel, Jeongguk wants to be rough. He wants to put on a show, show everybody who you belong to. “Please. I want it- I want you to fuck me.”

Jeongguk palmed your breasts for a while longer, deciding what he was going to do with you. After a very short briefing in his head, Jeongguk hummed to himself as if thoughtfully pleased and moved between your legs, satisfied and proud when you spread them open for him. He let out a hiss between his teeth, looking at the wetness pooling between your legs.

“My, my,” Jeongguk comments. “All this for me?”

“All for you,” you confirm. He is so close, his touch burning, and you rise off the mattress impatiently, whining loudly. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”

Jeongguk makes a noise with his mouth, as if disappointed. He isn’t, but he knows how to push your buttons. He knows what to do and when to do it to get a reaction. “I don’t think you deserve my cock just yet. Daddy needs to hear what you want him to do to your precious little pussy. Hm? Tell me, tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

Namjoon thumbs his head, rubbing pre-cum like it was a new lotion. His cock was throbbing, pulsing as if breathing on its own.

“Please,” you begin, your voice enough for Namjoon to wrap his fingers around his cock in anticipation, “I need your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me, until I can’t walk. Please, please, you own me. You own my pussy. Ugh- I need-to feel you inside of me.”

Jeongguk almost has the nerve to look unsatisfied, but he reckons, and only because he knows the ratings depend on it, that he’s prolonged it enough. He knows what everyone’s here for. Even though he does, nobody else cares about what you have to say. He pretends to think about it, humming once more before smiling, dragging you down the mattress by your thighs so your wet cunt is closer to his dick. You writhe with anticipation as Jeongguk massages his cock for a few moments, sucking in a breath and then positioning the tip near your entrance. He’s going in raw today.

Underneath him, you moan as it teasingly prods at your entrance, throbbing for his length. From where he kneels between your opened legs, Jeongguk stares at your hair dancing around your head like a halo, the blush burning on your cheeks. With his mouth open with admiration, his heart widening out of pure love, Jeongguk remembers what he’s doing and without warning, shoves his cock inside, without giving you the chance to grow accustomed to his hardened length.

He’s big- Namjoon, behind the screen, can see that.

Beneath his body, and heavily breathing torso, you cry out with pleasure, a large and loud moan ripping out into the silence of your bedroom. It sounds like Heaven to everybody’s ears, Jeongguk responding with a grunt of pride, knowing only he can make you feel this good. He pulls out and thrusts back in roughly, without caring for how it hurts. From the angle of the camera, Namjoon gets a good view of Jeongguk’s dick pushing in and out of your hole, that tiny hole Namjoon thought nothing could ever get inside. He watches with wonder, his expression like a child in a sweets shop, as Jeongguk pulls you closer to him, pushing deeper inside.

“Feel good?” Jeongguk asks through laboured breaths.

“Yes!” you squeeze out, tightening around him. “Oh, yes!”

“Mm, you like Daddy’s cock?”

“I love your cock,” you rush out. “I love Daddy’s cock so much.”

“Hmm,” Jeongguk replies happily, the praise making his chest inflate with adoration and confidence. “I love how you take my cock, baby. Your pussy is so pretty with my cock inside.”

You fall silently shortly after that, save the erotic groans and moans and the distinct clapping of skin, like an applause for all your hard work. Namjoon pumps his own dick desperately, his eyes flitting from your face to your tits, the right cupped by Jeongguk’s large hand and the other bouncing gorgeously in the light, to the way Jeongguk’s ass clenches as he finds a new spot to abuse inside of you, a new spot to send you yelling out with pleasure; Namjoon shakily breaths out a moan as he stares at your gaping cunt, wet and glistening like a 90’s edit from Tumblr, Jeongguk’s dick moving in and out with wet sounds.

Jeongguk changes the pace, quickening his thrusts as if it doesn’t even matter. He gets drunk off the reaction, grinning with a soft chuckle as you cling to his skin like letting go will kill you, each thrust met with a yelp that increases in pitch and volume. Namjoon knows how this looks and sounds, but he doesn’t care anyway. His laptop is on its side as Namjoon frantically pulls his joggers down to pool around his ankles, his red and angry cock snuggling into his hand as he watches the pair of you, entangled together, lovers, in a sort of love Namjoon can’t even wet dream of having. He looks at the screen through a blurry gaze and sees you writhing with pleasure, tears slowly pulling down your flamed cheeks.

“O-oh, right there!” you mewl, your hands clenching around the skin on Jeongguk’s thighs. “Oh my God, Jeongguk, right there.”

He visibly falters, as if the screen glitched, and the hand wrapped around your tit moves up to your throat. The thumbnail- Namjoon groans out loud at the thought, remembering how it went. Jeongguk wraps his hand around your throat, his thumb where it needs to be, his eyes glued to your face observing your reaction. He wants to test how far you can go. He wants to make you cry, and hurt. He wants you to feel humiliated, embarrassed by how you beg for him to keep going deeper, faster, rougher. Jeongguk feels like a church-boy discovering sex for the first time, testing the waters on how many sins he can break before his Priest father comes into the room.

“Who said you could call me that?” Jeongguk sneers, his hand tightening slightly. You moan around the struggle, your eyes lidded and heavy with the euphoric weight of sex. “Hm?” Jeongguk’s hips stutter faster, rougher, sharply hitting a spot that sends you in a squealing mess.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you gasp. “‘m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ll be good.”

“You’ve disappointed me,” Jeongguk admits. Then, quite suddenly, he stops moving, the absence of his pace sending you writhing with anxiousness. The threatening orgasm begs to spill over, like a nearly full glass that needs a few more drops before overflowing from the top. “You gonna make it up to me, little one?”

You nod against the sheets. “Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Okay, baby girl,” he agrees, He sits back on his heels and Namjoon watches with agonising anticipation as Jeongguk sits between his own legs, his feet behind him, pulling you from the mattress onto his lap where your own legs wrap around his tiny waist. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.”

Like a good girl, you don’t need to be told twice. Namjoon finds out from the way you look at your boyfriend between barely open eyes that you’re a total cockslut; you wrap your arms around Jeongguk loosely as you sit back down on his cock, like it’s your throne and you own it. It takes a moment for you to readjust to his size, sucking in a breath and rising up and down on it, doing all the work as Jeongguk watches with his tongue between his teeth, his arms up with palms flat on your back.

“Hmm, show everybody how good my cock makes you feel,” he instructs, moving his mouth to your nipple and giving it a light suck. It’s as if he’s taking a toothless bite out of a whip of ice cream, getting a taste before going in for the whole thing. He looks up at you between his thick eyelashes, “go on. Show them who’s making you feel good.” With one hand, Jeongguk kindly wipes away the tears from your face. “Don’t even think about cumming. You haven’t earned it.”

Namjoon can feel his body deepening with a hot flush as he watches- perhaps not entirely with want but with need, a need to be loved and fucked and held the way you are. He never realised how much he needed koopid in his life until he stumbled across it, and his heart panics with an unfamiliar lust when you rock your head back and look shyly at the camera.

Namjoon can see now that your face is hot, sweaty slightly and tear-stained, your lips swollen from whatever foreplay Jeongguk failed to include in the video. He doesn’t care- he’s torn between looking at your eyes and your tits, bouncing around Jeongguk’s lips, or your ass, moving with each deep sit you take on Jeongguk’s dick, his length buried in your warm cunt. He wants to see more; he wants to see your pussy stuffed with dick, he wants to see the cum pour out of you slowly like cake mixture. With his hand moving quickly up and down his own length, Namjoon can feel the nerves twisting inside of him, like the rise in volume slowly creeping, his orgasm nearing. You lift yourself up and down on Jeongguk’s dick like you were made for it, like you were the only person worthy of sitting on it.

“Dirty little slut, being selfish with my cock,” Jeongguk words around your nipple. “Huh? Look at you, taking in all my cock like a big brave girl. Bet everyone wants to see your pretty pussy.”

Yes, Namjoon says to himself. Please. Please.

“Do you want that?” he edges. “Want everyone to see how red and stretched your hole is for me?”

You don’t reply, stubbornly, fucking yourself onto Jeongguk’s dick like its your life’s purpose. Jeongguk doesn’t want to show people. He doesn’t want them to see everything on this one video- if they want to see your pussy stretched out and pretty for them, then they can check out your other videos. Namjoon’s a porn connoisseur; he know looks, and he knows that’s what Jeongguk wants as he glances you up and down and then at the camera. He smiles smugly, and the audience suddenly know it too. He’s not going to give you what you want. It’s his turn to be selfish. Namjoon moans out loud.

“Tell me baby,” Jeongguk asks, “what you want?”

“Please-please,” you gasp out, “please c-cum inside of me. Please. Please- oh, Guk, please, baby. I’m close. Please cum in me-fill me up?”

Jeongguk kisses your breast. “Do you deserve it, princess?”

“Y-yes, I do,” you reply. “I’ve been good for Daddy. I’m Daddy’s good little girl.”

“Mmm, you are,” he agrees. He kisses your breast sweetly once more, looking up to kiss you round on the lips. Around him, you groan, sending butterfly kisses across his lips and he smiles, half forgetting what he’s doing. From his smelly bedroom, Namjoon thinks it’s sweet. He wants to cum so badly.

“Okay, honey. I’ll cum inside of you this once,” Jeongguk complies. He pulls you flush against his chest, rearranging himself inside of you and then lifting his hips to match your rhythm. “Are you gonna be good for me?” You reply with moans.

Namjoon moves his hand so fast- he pumps his dick with a quicker speed, his mouth hanging agape as you moan sweetly above Jeongguk’s forehead, and then slowly look to the side at the camera, daring the audience, staring into the lens and by extension, right into Namjoon’s eyes. He wants to fall inside the screen, and rip you out of Jeongguk’s hands. He wants to be the one inside you. He also wants to be the one around Jeongguk, feeling his big dick stretch him out. Namjoon cries out- porn was so unfair.

“Bet you’d like that, you little slut,” Jeongguk grins, “wouldn’t you? Letting Daddy fill you up with his cum. Yeah? You want me to do that, put all my sperm inside you and make a baby?”

“Mmh, Jeongguk!”

“Look at you,” he continues, laughing slightly. “Look at how you take me. Your tiny little hole.” He scoffs with affection, “You’re a mess, baby. My little baby, taking my cock so well. I’m so proud of you.”

You cling to your boyfriend, your jaw slack as you groan and stare at the camera. Namjoon can feel his stomach twisting, his hands cupping at his balls for relief, imagining that one hand is you, and the other Jeongguk. He can feel his heart in his ears and his throat; Jeongguk buries himself deeper inside of you, gripping at your marble skin to drag you down and up onto his dick, the slapping skin no match for the moans pouring from your lips, and faintly, he can make out Jeongguk’s own moans, slightly high and breathy, indicating the end is near. Namjoon doesn’t know what to focus on.

Still watching the camera, you shake your head back and move one hand to Jeongguk’s throat, clenching it to hear him groan out with pleasure and pain beneath you, your face scrunching up as you slam yourself down onto his dick. It’s rough and wet with sounds that fill Namjoon’s ears, and Jeongguk’s hand comes down like a whip to smack your ass, a boob filling his face as you arch up with each smack, girlish moans escaping free. Namjoon can taste salt in his mouth, and blood from biting down on the inside of his cheek, and he almost screams out about how unfair life is because koopid is there and he is here, when you bow your head to Jeongguk and shiver.

“I wanna cum, Jeongguk,” you beg. “Please, baby.”

Jeongguk cocks his head with sudden kindness. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you cum. Cum for me, cum around my dick.”

Threefold sounds fill the remaining seconds; you cry out with relief and pleasure as you spill cum around Jeongguk’s dick, the white substance trickling down the running vein that pulses and Jeongguk stuffs his face in your neck, and Namjoon back home yells out with abused satisfaction, closing his eyes as his own relief spills out on his stomach and bedsheets, his fingers soaked with his own cum. He breathes in the fantasy of seeing his own cum pouring out of you, the way Jeongguk does once you’ve fucked yourself tired on top of him, and he lifts you up by your thighs to marvel as the sliding semen down your legs, clumped in your hole, dripping like a tap. Jeongguk’s dick vibrates between his legs and twitches at the sight. He doesn’t show the audience. They don’t deserve to see you. They don’t deserve to see what he’s done to you.

Jeongguk doesn’t even say goodbye; he lets the audience and his girlfriend catch their breath before he smiles down at you, adoringly, praises your hard work and shuffles himself towards the camera, where the sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him.

Namjoon needs more. His dick hurts and his head throbs, but he needs more- he physically needs to see more. His hands tremble as he clicks on koopid’s profile, observing the fifteen videos you have public. He doesn’t need to watch them all tonight, saving them for his lonely evenings, but he does click on “creampie in my girlfriends cute pussy”.

He knows it’s worth the overstimulation when he gets five minutes in and sees you squirt, unexpectedly, onto Jeongguk’s face and the bedsheets. Aside from the view and the surprised gasp that is ripped from your mouth, Namjoon hears Jeongguk’s throaty chuckle up close and personal, and he sees Jeongguk’s cocky smirk now that the boy has set the camera to the side, giving Namjoon a beautiful view of your cunt and the side of Jeongguk’s wet face.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself when Jeongguk manoeuvres himself back between your legs and thrusts, the sight of your cock-filled hole and the curve of Jeongguk’s toned ass filling his screen. Jeongguk cums noisily; he groans gruffly, sounding intimidating and the blood rushes to Namjoon’s cock and he cums unexpectedly, missing the grand finale of when Jeongguk pulls out after filling you up with his cum.

He grins to himself and moves the camera so everybody can see how pretty it looks; Namjoon stares, milking his own high, looking at how Jeongguk’s cum leaks out of you slowly. You’re filled with it, the dried mess staining your skin and your body rising with deep and heavy breaths. It’s pink and abused, your hole wide and clenching almost with each breath. Jeongguk’s hand comes into view, the other holding the camera shakily, and he pulls apart your lips to show the sight clearly. His fingertip curls around the substance and as you lift yourself up onto your elbows, Jeongguk switches for two fingers, lapping up the escaping cum and shoving it right in your mouth and on your tongue.

Namjoon cums again. It’s the third time he’s came this evening, and it’s the first time he’s ever added a channel to his favourites.

He’s not sure what it is about koopid that makes him feel so fucking good, but when Jeongguk heaves himself down next to you and flips the camera, showing the unfair gorgeousness of the pair of you fucked out next to each other, your hair slightly in Jeongguk’s mouth, Namjoon knows he wants more. He needs more. He doesn’t care if Sunmi calls him sad, but, Namjoon knows that there is nothing on Earth that can cure the want and need he has for koopid.

Jeongguk grins to the camera, looking at you against the sheets and Namjoon can see in his eyes the way he is so in love with you. You smile too, kissing his lips and curling up against his neck and the last thing Namjoon sees before his own dumb reflection again is Jeongguk smirking at the audience before leaving. Jeongguk knows what he has and how lucky he is. Namjoon isn’t sure how to feel when he realises that he’ll never have what you and Jeongguk have. He feels empty and pathetic with his cock out and a black screen looking at him.

He’s not sure who he’s jealous of. Jeongguk, for getting to stuff his fat cock into your hole and seeing you, hearing you, feeling you on a daily basis. Or you, for getting fucked relentlessly and lovingly by the best looking man he thinks he has ever seen. Maybe it’s both.

(It’s definitely both.)

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Just Like That

Just Like That: A Falcon Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 1811

Square: @star-spangled-bingo - Praise Kink

Warnings: PWP, Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, praise kink)

Synopsis: Sam shows up after a long, hard day and you want to take care of him. Turns out, he likes taking care of you too.

Just Like That

Sam let himself in through the side door. He knew you wouldn’t mind. You’d given him the keys saying he could come anytime, even if you weren’t here. He had been tempted to take you up on that a few times. Sometimes the avenging just wore him down and the call to a regular house in the suburbs where he could forget he wasn’t part of that world for a little while.

Tonight, however, he knew you were home. Which was better really. There was nothing like being around someone you loved just being to bring you back down to earth. It was late though, so he just hoped you were up.

“Honey?” He called as he dropped his bag on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and then emptying his pockets of his keys and wallet and tossing them on the table.

Your footfalls alerted him you were there before he even saw you. He’d just reached the kitchen door when it flew inward, nearly smacking him in the face and you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Sammy!” You squealed and began peppering his face with kisses.

“Woah, calm down, babe.” He chuckled holding you close. “I’m a bit bruised.”

“Oh no,” You said, slipping down off him. You lifted his shirt and ran your fingers over one of the large marks on his side. He winced a little and you took your hand away. “What happened?”

“Just Avengers stuff.” He said. “I’ll be fine. Besides, that’s not why I’m here anyway.”

“Mmm…” You hummed taking his hands and leading him into the living room. “And why are you here? Late-night booty call, is it?”

He chuckled. “How dare you? I’m a human being, not just this fine body.”

You giggled and leaned up and kissed him. “Alright, then,” You asked. “What can I do for you, Sammy? You want something to eat? Some hot cocoa? A shower? To just crash?”

Sam flopped down onto your couch pulling you down into his lap as he thought. “A beer and a sandwich would be amazing. Then a shower. Then we can crash.” He said. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

You rubbed your nose against his and ran your fingers over his scalp. “Of course not. I like taking care of you.”

He tilted his head and kissed you deeply, running his hand up your back and cradling the back of your head. You hummed softly, a sound he loved. He loved to hear when you enjoyed something.

You pulled back slowly, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, before getting up and heading into the kitchen.

Sam sank back into the couch and let his head roll back. It had been a long ass day. He was glad to be here with you at the end of it.

It didn’t take long for you to return. You had a plate clutched in one hand, laden down with things and an opened bottle of craft beer in the other hand.

“It’s your lucky day, Wilson,” You said, handing him the beer first. “I made meatballs for dinner and there were leftovers.”

“Are you serious?” He said sitting up and taking the plate off you. On it was baguette filled with meatballs cooked in marinara sauce. You’d toasted it with mozzarella on top and it was browned off and bubbling perfectly. You’d added a pickle and potato chips to the plate to round it off. “Oh my god, you know exactly how to get to my heart.”

“I know what my guy likes.” You said, sitting down and tucking your legs up under you. You curled into him and put your head on his shoulder.

“Mm… you sure do.” He hummed taking a large bite. He moaned as he chewed it slowly and swallowed and you stole a chip from his plate.

“You do anything this Friday?” You asked.

“Taking my best girl out?” He said.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Oh yeah? Where are you taking her?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t got that far.” He teased.

“Well, I have tickets to a play off-broadway. It’s in preview.” You said. “You want to go?”

“Sure, honey. That sounds good. We can get dinner beforehand.” He said and kissed the top of your head.

“Perfect.” You said.

This was what Sam liked best. How completely and utterly normal it was. He didn’t think he’d ever just be able to live with normal. That wasn’t him either. But he needed some. He needed a place to go where he didn’t have to worry about gods, or HYDRA, or aliens trying to take over the Earth.

Here with you, he was a normal guy who ate meatball sandwiches with beer and planned dates in the city.

He finished his sandwich and sat back, rubbing his stomach and draining the last of the beer. “That was exactly what I needed.” He said. “Thank you.”

“You’re easy to please.” You said and got up taking the dishes to the kitchen. When you returned you came over and offered him your hand. “Come on. Let’s clean you up.”

He took you hand and let you pull him to his feet. He followed you upstairs willingly and let your strip him off as you waited for the water in the shower to heat up.

“Oh god, look what they did to you.” You said as you traced your fingers over his bare skin.

He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m fine. I’ve had worse. Let’s just get cleaned up.”

You nodded and stepped under the water with him. You took the body sponge and added some shower gel to it. He inhaled deeply as you began to wash him down. That clean, slightly floral scene always reminded him of you. As you carefully moved the sponge over him his muscles relaxed and his cock twitched. Not that he expected more from you now, but the way you tenderly took care of him, running your hands over the lines of his body, he couldn’t help the way it turned him on.

You smirked and ran the puff down the lines of his Adonis’ belt. “You like that, Sammy?”

“Mm… yeah, baby. Feels really good.” He hummed.

You ran the puff over his cock and it jumped and hardened more and he groaned and leaned up against the wall.

“You’re not going to be a tease now, are you?” He said, running his hand down your side.

“Me?” You teased, dancing your fingertips up his shaft. “Never.”

“That’s a girl.” He hummed and pulled you into a kiss.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to pump it slowly. The blood rushed to his cock, and it hardened fully in your hand. He groaned into your lips as you moved yours with his and your tongue flicked out to meet his.

His slid his hands down your back and gripped your ass, pulling you a little closer to him. “Fuck, that’s it.” He groaned. “Just like that.”

“Mmm… you like that, Sammy?” You moaned gently as your lips ghosted down his neck and you sucked on the dip where his neck met his collarbone.

“Yeah, baby. Feels real good. You know just how to get me off, don’t you?” He said in a husky growl.

You made a little choked sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper and you began to kiss lower down his body. You paused at his nipples flicking your tongue over them and nipping at them gently. The whole time you jerked him off, your fist moving up and down his shaft, twisting and squeezing slightly. It sent tendrils of pleasure snaking through his veins and made his balls tighten and his cock start to leak precome down over your knuckles.

“What else do you like?” You asked as you kissed down his abdominals.

He groaned and massaged his fingers over your scalp. “I like when you suck my dick.”

“Mm…” You hummed as you swirled your tongue up his shaft and over the head of his cock. “Like this?” You dropped your head down, taking him into your mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh yeah. Just like that. You’re doing really well.” He praised as a shiver ran up his spine.

You moaned and squeezed your legs together as you dropped your head down lower on his shaft.

“That’s my girl, take the whole thing. I know you can do it.” He moaned, his eyes locked on you as your dropped your head lower and lower. When your lips were flush with his base he held you in place, even as you gagged a little. “That’s it, baby, you can do it. It feels so good.”

You moaned loudly and when he let you go you pulled back coughing a little. “There you go.” He praised.

He guided you back up and kissed you hungrily, pushing you back against the shower wall. You wrapped a leg around him and rolled your hips, grinding your pussy against him.

“You gonna take my dick, baby girl?” Sam purred as he ground into you.

“Yes, Sammy.” You moaned. “I want it.”

“That’s it, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He said and lifted you up, lowering you down on his cock.

He started to thrust deep into you as you clung to him and squeezed your walls around his cock like you were milking it. “Yes, Sam. Just like that. Fuck me so good.”

“You take it so well. Good girl.” Sam hummed as he fucked you.

He kept going, deep and hard, pulling your hips up so he could angle into your g-spot. Your cunt clenched and spasmed around his girth and you dug your nails into his back. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of your moans, grunts, whimpers, and mutual words of praise.

As he got closer and closer to his release he started to rub your clit hard, wanting you to come first. “Yes! Yes! Just! Like! That!” You screamed out and with a cry you came, arching back and shuddering around his cock. The way your pussy clenched and squeezed his shaft pulled him over and he thrust hard and deep into you, his cock pulsing as he spilled into you.

“Fuck.” He sighed as he slipped from you and let you down. His come dripped from you and he groaned at the sight of it.

“That was good.” You hummed as you stepped back under the water.

He grabbed the shower puff and began to wash you. “Yeah, it was. Didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

You turned and smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, I do like to be needed.”

#starspangledbingo #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #falcon #falcon fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #just like that

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littlemisskookie · 5 years

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Loveless: Chapter 6

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Sub/Dom Themes, Choking, Blowjob, Pussy Slapping, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Sir!Kink, Degrading Names, Dumbification???, Intercourse, Comedy Word Count: 4,054 A/N: beta read by @jungtoeseok

"Hobi," you whined, your thighs pressed against each other as a reaction to the sudden flesh of arousal.

Ah yes, feeding time, Hoseok thought. AKA the least sexy way to describe coitus.

It had been a little less than a week, and already Hoseok was worn out. He never before believed in the concept of "too much sex", but with you, you were insatiable. Your group called it feeding, and your lust hunger. It made sense. True to theory, you were slowly regaining strength, your face becoming fuller as well as your body. You were no longer skin and one, instead returning to your normal self. You regained muscle and fat, truly fleshed out instead of a mere outline of what you once were.

Still, you needed constant feedings in order to maintain it. Hoseok did his best to keep up, knowing it was in the best interest of your health. However, every waking moment seemed to be spent with his dick inside of you. The most constant sex he had gotten in his last sexual relationship was perhaps twice a week. Now he had to do it three times a day if he was lucky. It really was like meals.

Not that you'd have any problem getting him up and ready. One moment it feels like the last thing he'd want, and suddenly something would consume him. Your scent, your body, suddenly he was up and at attention. He couldn't help it. You were like an addiction. Perhaps it came with reading his sexual desires. You could always sense what he wanted and how, switching positions without a word and whatnot. You no longer had to tell him what he needed to do, unleashing his innermost desires. Along with your ability to turn him on came the parts of him that were unable to be held back.

It had been only a few days and you two already knew each other's bodies like the back of your hands. So with the whine in your voice and the sudden scent of your arousal, Hoseok knew what was coming.

Both of you, duh.

"Fuck," he groaned, groggy from just waking up. What time was it? 5 AM? "What is it my little slut needs this time?" he questioned, as though he didn't already know from the semi he was beginning to form.

"I want you to fuck me."

Hoseok's hand was quick to latch around your throat, choking you enough where your airflow was cut off immediately. "Who are you to order me around, whore? Last time I checked you weren't the ones who made demands in this relationship."

"S-Sorry. You make the demands," you choke out. "I just follow."

He squeezes harder, enough where your face was beginning to bloom red. He always thought you looked pretty in red. Never would've guessed in this way, before, to be honest. "Oh? I think you're forgetting to address me. Are you so hungry for cock that you've forgotten your manners? Or are you just stupid?"

"Sir! I'm so stupid, sir. So stupid and hungry for your cock. Please fuck your dumb little girl."

"That's my girl," Hoseok purred, rolling over slightly to give you a chaste kiss to the lips as he let go of your throat, letting you breathe once more. "Get me hard and we'll see what we can do about that dick hungry pussy of yours, alright?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," you say obediently, wide awake as you descend down his body to do his bidding. You're quick to get him out of his underwear, seeing as it was the only thing he had on after you knocked him out from last night's boning.

You take his semi-erection into your mouth, careful as you twirl your tongue around the tip, using your hand to pump up and down his shaft. You let your tongue run lower, a trail of saliva along the underside of his length until you were massaging his balls with your tongue, sucking gently on them as you maintained eye contact. Hoseok always had a thing for looking you in the eye for dirty deeds like this. He didn't care who was performing oral on the other; if your eyes were locked it was a turn on guarantee.

Hoseok let out a pleased hum, a sigh of content as he let his hand pet your hair, urging on your ministrations. You moaned around him as you took him a bit deeper, sending vibrations throughout him at the sensation. He cursed, both of you feeling him get fully erect as you continued.

"You're so good to me. My good girl," Hoseok praised, cupping you by the chin to bring you up for air. You captured his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it and bobbing your head in a familiar fashion to how you sucked his cock earlier, only to emit a groan from him. "Yeah yeah, I know. You want this cock inside that greedy cunt of yours, don't you?"

You hummed, nodding eagerly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Sit on it if you want it that badly. Ride me good, baby, I'm about to fall asleep. Don't want me to get bored now, do you?"

"Yes, sir." You were eager, ecstatic as you straddled the man, admiring the sight below you. He was rather stunning, you had to admit. Never in your dirtiest daydreams of him back at the agency could you have imagined the scene before you. Tousled, messed up hair from where you pulled the night before, sticking out from all sides. You distinctly remember it was when he was feasting between your legs, keeping your thighs firmly planted against the mattress as he devoured you whole.

Both of you let out a groan of pleasure as you began to sink down onto him, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate him as he filled you completely. You'd never tire of that feeling, no matter how many times he wrecks you.

Still, despite the fact you were physically on top, Hoseok would never allow it metaphorically. Despite the fact he didn't want to do the work, simply lay back and enjoy to let you have your fun, he couldn't resist. Your warm heat was just all too inviting, beckoning to burrow impossibly deeper into you.

Digging his heels into the mattress, he bucked his hips into the air, making you stumble as you find purchase on his chest, trying to regain balance. He didn't allow you to get comfortable for long, beginning his relentless pace as he dug his hands into your hips hard enough to bruise, slamming his hips into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fu-" Your cursing was cut off, one of Hoseok's hands coming up to shove his fingers into your mouth. You looked so dumb at that moment, a dumbfounded look on your face. You wore a blank expression, your mouth filled as you looked at him.

"Nasty girl. Good girls don't curse, do they, Q?" Hoseok asked, shaking your head for you, side to side in an aggressive manner as though to knock some sense into you.

Your eyes rolled back, feeling him reach that special spot inside of you, stimulating the small bundle of nerves that made your toes curl. His hand dragged from your mouth to clasp around your throat, leaving a trail of drool and saliva along the way.

You were getting close, but you needed that extra push. You let out a needy whine, hips bucking against Hoseok as you attempted to grind your throbbing clit against his pelvis.

"Little slut needs to cum, huh?" Hoseok questioned, chuckling darkly.

You wordlessly nodded, mouth agape. You couldn't even speak, lips parted as you just drowned in pleasure, the overcome with how good it felt.

"You don't get to cum without my permission," Hoseok growled, giving a quick swat to your needy heat.

"Yes, sir!" You gasped out. "Please let me cum?"

"Not until I say so." You bit your lip at that, trying to concentrate at keeping the orgasm at bay. You were right at the edge, and if Hoseok were to grant you mercy, what with even a small rub against your clit, you'd be undone. Instead, you were needlessly dangled over the edge according to your Sir's whims.

Still, from the twitch of him inside you and the small throb, you could tell he was close. His grip around your throat tightened, pace becoming sloppy.

"Oh fuck, god. I'm close," he groaned, a low hiss emitting from between his teeth. His other hand dragged from your hip to rub small circles into your clit. He watched as you became undone, able to feel the vibrations of your moan against the palm of his hand against your throat. You quivered and shook, thighs shaking on either side of him as your cunt spasmed around him. Soon enough he was following after, your orgasm milking him for all he was worth until he was filling you up with more than you could handle. Both of you could feel both his and your liquids spilling over his cock, dribbling over his balls and onto the bed.

"Fuck, Q, you made a mess of me," he chuckled, letting go of your throat to pet your hair, calming you down from your high. You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily.

"Yeah, well I could say the same thing. Just yesterday Jimin commented on the marks from the choking. You're just intent on marking me up, aren't you?" You laughed at that mindlessly sucking on a junction along his collarbone, your heart rate slowing to a more stable rate.

"Says the one that's leaving a hickey on me as we speak," Hoseok teased. "Why don't you shower already? You stink."

"It's your fault!"

"Yeah right. Go ahead. I'm gonna make breakfast. You want some?"

"No way, you burned my eggs last time."

"I was trying to be nice!"

"Nice, but face it, you're a terrible cook. Leave that to Jin."

"Alright alright, I'm heading out before you roast my natural talent any further," Hoseok grumbled. Grabbing some sweats and a t-shirt, he made his way to the kitchen, the only other person there being Namjoon.

"Hey, man," Hoseok greeted, opening a few of the drawers. "Have you seen the frying pan?"

"I think it's in the dishwasher," Namjoon answered, focused on the crossword puzzle before him. "Everyone else is asleep. Not surprised to see you're up already, though."

"I wasn't much of an early bloomer before, to be honest," Hoseok chuckled.

"Had fun with Y/N?"

"Yeah, always do but... It's embarrassing to say, but I feel like my dick's going to fall off."

Namjoon laughed at that. "That often, huh? You two have been going at it like rabbits. We've barely been seeing you two."

"I never thought there was such thing as too much sex," Hoseok said in a disbelieving tone. "Like, typically this would be any man's dream, but it's exhausting, you know?"

"It makes sense why her libido's so high, though," Namjoon admits. "I mean, think about the last time she even had her strength. Way back at the incident, when we met Jashwi. Now imagine you haven't eaten any in all that time. Of course you'd try to eat as much as you can to make up for what you had lost. And there's no doubt it's working."

"Will it always be this way?"

"Well, there are two scenarios. The first is that once she's had her fill, it'll go to a more normal, reasonable schedule. The second is that it'll always be that way. You do have to consider it like meals for her in a sense. We typically have three meals a day, so it's the same for her."

"I'm serious when I say I think my dick's going to fall off," Hoseok groaned. "Don't get me wrong, it's great. Kind of weird, actually, how good it is. Like, the first time we did it, before we even started she just stared at me for a minute and told me exactly what to do. It was like something unlocked."

"Like new skin in Fortnite or something?"

"Fuck off, man, everyone's back on Minecraft's dick."

"Right, right, my bad. And perhaps her sexual intuition and perception are simply what comes along with it."

"Advice?"

Namjoon pondered for a moment. "There's really only one solution. You'll have to get another guy to feed her."

"What makes you think any of the other guys could handle her libido any better than I can?"

"That's not what I'm suggesting. I mean the two of you share her. If she's too much for one man, maybe she's enough for two. That is if you're both comfortable with the concept."

"Huh, didn't think of it like that," Hoseok admitted. "Do you think everyone would be ok with that?"

"A polyamorous, sexual relationship?" Namjoon questioned, quirking a brow. "I think so. Every man here has expressed at the very least sexual desire for Agent Q, and so far everyone's done well enough to be ok with the concept of you screwing her. If they can get some as well I'm sure there'd be no complaints. More efficient, anyway. Besides there's no actual risk, seeing as everyone's clean and there's no risk of pregnancy."

"What about Y/N?"

"You'd have to be the one to talk about it to her," Namjoon shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe she's got her own fantasy about being passed around seven guys."

"I think we'll just start with two for now."

"Good idea."

You nuzzle into Hoseok's side, your hand slowly creeping up his inner thigh. He let out a groan, suppressing it as he catches your hand.

You look up at him, confused. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, it's just..." Hoseok tries to figure out how he wants to phrase it but ultimately decides to be honest. "I don't think I can keep up at this rate, having sex as often as we do, I mean."

"Oh, I understand. I'm sorry, I should've put your feelings into consideration more. After all, your libido is normal," you say, retracting your hand. "I'll be able to hold off for a few days and give you time to rest."

"No, I don't want you to do that. You need to get your strength back completely and keep it there. You can't do that if you starve yourself."

"Well, what do you suggest?"

"Well, do you think you'd be open to introducing someone else into this as well? It might be easier if you feed on two guys."

"That's a good idea... are you ok with that, though? And would the other guy be? I know it's not like most polyamorous relationships, but sharing isn't exactly common."

"Look, I'd be completely fine with it. Your health is most important to me, and I'm a grown man, I can contain any jealousy as long as there's communication. Besides, you admitted it wasn't like most polyamorous relationships- this is strictly sexual and for your benefit. I don't doubt that whoever you pick will have the same mindset. You have six to choose from anyway."

"I don't want to choose, though. You know all of you are equal to me," you pout. Your eyes light up suddenly. "I know! We'll do the same thing we did last time, with the cards! But this time I want to watch."

"What? Are you sure? Won't that be kinda weird, since what they're essentially gambling for is you?"

"I know none of you think of me as some prize to be won. Besides, I think it'd be interesting. It's better than me anxiously waiting by myself for the results. Who came in second place last time, anyway?"

Hoseok thought for a moment. "I think that was Namjoon."

"Oooh, I wouldn't mind Namjoon. I wonder if he'd spit about the trade bonds between elves and vampires during the act."

"Dear God, I don't want to think about that," he groaned.

"And the fairies are in- in charge of," you panted, "in charge of STEEL!" You bucked your hips in the air, rolling your eyes back in lieu of an orgasm.

"You better hope that I don't tell him about this."

"Why not? I'll do it in front of him! Anyways, let's start the card game, I'm starving already."

You assumed the guys would play a game like Poker or something that could be played in a casino. You could see it already- the fancy Versace suits and the red and black, surrounding a table as they throw chips mindlessly on the table as though it were nothing.

Instead, it was six dorks in sweatpants surrounding a coffee table and playing Go Fish.

It was Jungkook's choice, seeing as he was the one with the cards. Oddly enough someone had to explain the rules to Jin. Fucking numbnuts.

"So, Agent P, got any sevens?" Jungkook questions, keeping his cards close to his face, glaring at Jimin from above.

Jimin only revealed a smug smirk. "Go fish, bitch."

"Fuck you!" Jungkook said. "You and your Agent Perry looking ass."

"Hey, look, that's why I chose it! It was between that, S, and E!"

"Perrry, perrry the platypussss," you sing under your breath from your spot beside Hoseok.

"I did always find it a bit funny that you chose that letter of all of them," Namjoon admitted as he stared disappointed at the two pairs he had.

"I loved that show as a kid, I thought it was cool," Jimin admitted. "The platypus was my favorite character."

"Well, I think I can add another nickname to the list, Perry," you chuckle, poking your elbow into Hoseok's ribcage to elicit a laugh.

"You can call him Agent P," Hoseok jokes back.

"When you think about it there's a lot of things that can go with P," Jin comments. "Penis, pussy, Perry-"

"Pee and poo," Taehyung adds.

"Thanks, Agent V, for your contribution."

You bury your face in your hands. "I can't believe I'm going to sleep with one of you."

"Who knows? With your libido you might have to hump your way through the list," Yoongi adds, turning to Jimin. "You don't have any sevens, but got any twos?"

"It's not your turn, yet! Besides, don't phrase it like that," Jimin scowls.

"You're just saying that because you've got twos. Cough them up."

"I think it'd be best to stick to two for now and then work our way up. I don't want to be overwhelmed with dicks. This isn't Omegle," you comment.

"God, that scarred me when I was younger," Jungkook says. "Jimin, it's your turn, are you going to make a move or what?"

"Well, Yoongi, got any twos?" Jimin questions.

"Fuck you man, I knew you had them," Yoongi says before tossing one over.

"Jungkook, you're still such a baby! A youngin who's growing so much!" you coo, reaching over to comb your fingers through his hair.

"I'm 21! I can drink in like every country! Besides, I don't think you want to go on about how young I am, considering I might have my dick down your throat at some point."

"As if, you're a total baby boy," you joke.

"We'll see about that," he growls beneath his breath.

"Hold it there, Agent Z. You're nowhere close to winning," Namjoon reminds him. It was right. He was in fourth place, with both Namjoon and Jin behind him. "I would've thought you'd be good at this game since you suggested it."

"It has nothing to do with skill! Next time we're playing BS," he grumbles.

Yoongi turns to Jin, "Got any Queens?"

"I got one on the couch," Jin says, tossing his head over to you.

"This is why you're in last place," you reply.

"Darn. B, got any Kings?"

"Dammit," Namjoon mutters, tossing over the king card, his last one.

"See! Now I'm tied with Namjoon," Jin gloats. "Taehyung, any threes?"

"Go fish. Any Jacks?"

"That was my last one too!"

"Looks like you're out of the running then," Taehyung grins. "Perry, any fives? And sixes and while you're at it."

"Fuck you," Jimin hisses, giving the rest of his cards. "I was at the top too."

"You're not a top period," Taehyung fired back, chuckling. He looks over to Yoongi. "Aces?"

Yoongi hands over his second to last card, quirking a brow. "You're intent on winning this, aren't you?"

Taehyung's cheeks flush red, and you feel a bit of sympathy. "Well," you add, "you don't seem as though you're intent on losing."

"Didn't you know I was naturally competitive?" he quips back.

"Eights?" Taehyung asks Jungkook.

Jungkook hands them over, a frustrated look on his face. "Are you cheating or something?" he asks, skeptical.

"No. Unlike you barbarians, I know how to pay attention," Taehyung says smugly. "And I'm guessing you've got a three to go along with that accusation?"

Jungkook coughs it up, groaning as he's out of the game. "Fuck, man! You've got to be shitting me.

"Yeah, and for all you know, some of us have ADHD or ADD," Hoseok adds.

"Alright, and for my final trick, I'm going to guess what everyone else has! All that's left are Namjoon and Yoongi's cards." Taehyung rubs at his temples, scrunching up his face as he makes a big show of it. "Good sir, I believe you have a two," he says, pointing at Yoongi, before reverting it to Namjoon. "And you have nine!"

Both toss their cards onto the coffee table, revealing to the room that Taehyung's magical predictions were indeed correct. Everyone was aghast, and for a moment you did feel as though you were in a casino, seeing men weep tears of both happiness and joy.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung into a light chokehold, running his knuckles along the older man's head as he roughhoused with him. "You bastard, you absolute bastard! You've got to be cheating!"

"I'm sorry I'm the only person who was focused on the game and not on Y/N's rack," he squeaked out.

"Damn, I thought they were distracting enough for at least seven men," you sighed.

"Don't worry, babe, they're plenty distracting to me," Hoseok says, placing his arm around your shoulders.

"You've seen them!"

"So has Jimin, what's your point?"

"They're delightful, by the way," Jimin adds in.

"Well you've currently got a view straight down into the valley of betrayal."

"No one can help that you're a shortie amongst us, Q," Hoseok laughs.

"Fuck you!"

"You already have!" Hoseok quips. "Multiple times, in fact." He looks over to Taehyung, who was gasping for breath once Jungkook had finally let him go. "Congrats on becoming an official member of Y/N's reverse harem, V."

"I thought we already were that as potential 'lovers'," the man gasped out.

"Yeah, but as I said, official," Hoseok grinned, reaching over to shake the boy's shoulders playfully, as though to knock sense or emphasis into him.

"That's right Tae, you've won the grand prize from our show! An endless amount of pussy!" You launch yourself at him, embracing him in a bear hug. "And what a show you put on!"

"I'm not sure if you two are making this less or more weird," Taehyung grumbles, his breath once again taken from him due to the tightness of your grip.

"Weirder. Definitely weirder," Yoongi offers.

"You know those lifetime amounts that they offer though on TV shows aren't really infinite, though," Jin adds. "There's like this whole subreddit dedicated on it."

"That's why I said endless, not lifetime," you huff. "Besides, how's it rigged? Do they only send like a year's supply or do they kill the winner off?"

"Dear God, can we ever stay on track for a conversation?" Namjoon grumbled. "Maybe some of us do have ADD or ADHD."

"Wouldn't that show up in our records?" Jungkook questioned.

"Nah, you know how companies and society is. Mental illnesses aren't taken as seriously as physical ones. But there is some improvement on that as of late," Namjoon notes.

"Does this mean we'll have to play cards any time we want to get laid?" Jimin questioned.

"Don't worry, Jimin, I'm more than happy to dick you down again," Yoongi offers.

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TTWDBI - TWO

Part Two - Control

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Summary: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader -Sam’s young, powerful and comes from one of the wealthiest families in New York. When he meets an Omega bartender who’s far from what his family expects, Sam is forced to make a series of hard choices.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, smut, knotting, breeding, dominance, ownership, angst, family drama

The moment you push the front door open she’s giving you a piece of her mind.

“I hope to God that’s my roommate. I’ve been praying she’s not dead in a gutter somewhere.” Donna’s disembodied voice chastises you from the kitchen.

“Sorry,” you call out, throwing your coat on the back of a ratty armchair.

“Do you have any idea of how worried I was? Two nights and you don’t call or text. I was ready to call the police.” Leaning around the corner she’s in a silk robe and head full of curlers. she stops short when she lays eyes on you for the first time. “Holey Moley, you look like death warmed over. Did you sleep on a park bench?”

“Well, don’t sugar coat it.” Dropping onto the couch you lean back and sink in.

“Seriously, are you okay?” She takes a seat on the coffee table, cupping a mug of coffee. Leaning forward she sniffs in your direction. “Yeesh.”

“Oh come on…” You roll your eyes.

“You stink like sex and Alpha sweat..” She wrinkles her nose.

“I took a shower.” Picking up the neck of your shirt you sniff it.

“You need another one.” She grins, offering you a sip. “Jesse called, said you left work early on Saturday with some guy. He’s pissed, by the way. No one could get a hold of you.”

“Shit. I need to beg his forgiveness. I left him high and dry. And I’m sorry, my phone died. It’s been a strange thirty-six hours.” You shake your head fighting the urge to curl into a ball and fall asleep.

“There better be a good story. I need something to give me hope. The land between my legs is as dry as the Sahara with no rain in sight. I can barely remember what a penis looks like.”

She giggles and you can’t help but laugh with her.

“I don’t even know where to start.” You peak at her with one eye open. “It’s been…intense.”

“But there’s a guy?”

“Yes. Most definitely a guy.”

“Well don’t clam up now. I want all the details.” Donna slides onto the couch next you.

If there’s ever been a person you can talk to, it’s Donna. From the moment you met, there was an instant friendship. And while she can be a little naive, she’s one of the few people who’s never judged you.

You tell her about meeting Sam at the bar and going home with him. You describe how intense the attraction was and is, and that you let him claim you. You even relive the horror of waking up to his asshole of a father.

She doesn’t speak until you’re done, just listens with a hand pressed over her mouth. When you’re finally finished she’s bug-eyed as if you just told you were a vampire.

Her eyes dart to your neck as she gulps. “Can I see it?”

“Yeah.” You pull your hair back giving her an up-close view of Sam’s bite.

“Holy shit.” She whispers, looking back and forth between you and the mark. “It looks…did it hurt?”

“Kinda of, I don’t remember much. It’s sort of a blur.”

“Yeah, I bet.” She scoffs, nodding slowly.

“Is that all you’re gonna say?” You ask hesitantly. Her opinion matters more she knows.

“I need to think about this. It’s a lot to hit a girl with.” Donna never shuts up so the fact that she’s tight-lipped speaks volumes. “Are you happy?”

When you answer that question, it’s an honest response.

“I think so.”

“Well, that’s all I care about.” She smiles, squeezing your forearm. “And you know I love you like the dickens, but you do need a shower.”

–

After a twenty minute nap and a shower, you head on to the one errand that can’t wait - the health clinic.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about. If you weren’t in heat when you met him it’s doubtful you’d be ovulating. I’ve never seen an Omega pregnancy outside of a monthly cycle.” The doctor nods, tipping her head to the side, gauging your reaction.

“Good.” You run a hand over your stomach. “Can I get on birth control today? Things are kinda hot and heavy - I’d like to be safe.”

“Of course,” She rolls on her stool, grabbing a notepad and coming back over to you. “We’ll get you set up before you leave and you’ll be good to go in twenty-four hours.”

“Awesome.” You nod, swinging your legs as the paper on the exam table crinkles underneath you.

“I just need to double check your neck and we’ll be good.” Finishing her notes she smiles.

Shit.

Before you can stop her she’s pushing your hair back only to be met with the angry, red bite.

“Oh.” The sound is soft as she recoils, looking at you apologetically. “You didn’t tell me you were claimed.”

“I didn’t think it made a difference.”

She purses her lips. You both know that’s a lie.

“I’m sorry, I can’t prescribe you birth control without the express consent your Alpha.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You’ve heard of the laws and regulations but being unclaimed until now it’s never directly affected you.

“Look, if it was up to be me I’d take care of you right now. But I could lose my medical license. The law is clear, your Alpha has sole discretion when it comes to the reproductive rights of their Omega. Unless…it wasn’t consensual? Cases of sexual assault and forced claiming are the only exceptions I’m allowed to make.”

“No, God, it’s nothing like that. I wanted it. I just wasn’t prepared.”

“These things happen and I’m more than willing to put you on something but I’ll have to get permission from your Alpha first. I’m sorry.”

Permission.

The word rattles around in your skull like dice in a cup. Never in your life have you asked permission for anything. Even as a child you had trouble falling in line with normal parental expectations. And now, at twenty-five, you’re going to have to go to Sam and ask if he’ll allow it.

The entire scenario makes your blood boil.

–

“It’s about fucking time.” Dean hisses as Sam slides into the seat next to him. The boardroom is filled beyond capacity and the presentation is starting. Dean shoves a manilla folder toward his brother. “Quarter four prospectus. Kevin’s doing the powerpoint so it should be a real nail-biter.”

“All right guys, if everyone could turn to page five of your packets.” Kevin stands up as someone hits the lights. The door toward the back of the room opens and John walks in, taking his place at the back of the table. Sam doesn’t have to look to feel his father’s eyes boring holes into the back his head.

Dean rocks back in his chair whispering, “You’re in some deep shit.”

“Shut up.” Sam snips.

Dean is quiet for a few minutes but he can’t help himself.

“So fucked…” His sing-songs under this breath.

“Dean.” Sam hisses, shooting him a glare.

When the meeting ends John is already preparing for the next one. His schedule is jam-packed from morning to night and Sam knows he’ll be able to avoid his father, at least for the remainder of the day.

Dean follows Sam back to his office, refraining from commenting until they’re alone. Once the door clicks shut nothing holds him back.

“What the fuck?” Dean blurts, trailing Sam to his desk.

“Oh my God, I can’t get two minutes to collect myself?”

“You don’t get to pull a stunt like that and get time for yourself. Who are you and what have you done with Sam?”

Sam rolls his eyes.. “Things just happened. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Breakfast for dinner just happens. Trips to Vegas just happen. Claiming some Omega that mom and dad haven’t met? That shit isn’t an impulse. That’s a big frickin’ deal.”

“Dean,” Sam sighs. He doesn’t know where to start but his brother doesn’t give him the chance anyway.

“I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone. You played that one close to the chest.”

“Well, I haven’t known her that long.” Sam looks up at this brother.

“How long is not that long?” Dean inquires, already taken aback.

“Here it comes.” Sam shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling. “I met her Saturday night.”

Dean’s nostrils flare, looking at Sam closely. “You’re fucking with me.”

“No,” Sam confirms. “But man, I’m telling you, she’s different, her scent - this is gonna sound crazy but Dean, I think it’s a true bond.”

“Will you please be serious for two seconds.” Dean glares at him.

“I’m trying to explain what happened-”

“You’re so full of shit.” Dean snorts. “I can not believe you claimed some girl you don’t even know. This is what happens when you don’t get out and get laid every once in a while. Blue balls make you do crazy shit.”

“Dean, I’m telling you, this wasn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s meant to be mine. I knew it from the moment I saw her.”

“Wow,” Dean absentmindedly adjusts his watch, looking at Sam like he’s a space alien. “I’ve pulled some shit in my day. But I’ve never been so drunk and so fuckin’ horny that I claimed a mate. Jesus man, this isn’t good. How are you not freaking out?”

“Because…I can’t explain to you how this feels.”

“Is her pussy made of magic dust or something?”

“Don’t, Dean.” Sam cautions.

“You’re not making me into the asshole here little brother. Maybe I should ask - are you my brother? Toe-the-line Sam. The guy who reads a hundred yelp reviews before he picks a restaurant. The Sam who decided he wanted a new television and spent a week reading Consumer Reports. Have you seen that guy?”

“You’re not listening to me.”

“No, I’m hearing you loud and clear. Love at first sight. You know what this is? You’re thinking with your dick instead of your brain. Most guys get it out of their system in college. I bet you don’t know anything about this chick, do you?” Dean gets up from his seat and leans over Sam’s desk. “What’s her last name?”

Sam gives Dean the bitchiest stare of his life and Dean throws his hands up.

“What’s her favorite color? Does she eat red meat?”

Sam says nothing.

“Do you know anything about her?”

“I know that I’ve never wanted anything in my life the way I wanted her. The way I still want her. Dean, what happened wasn’t a choice. I had to have her.” Sam knew Dean would be a hard sell, but he expected at least a little understanding.

“Do I look like some thirteen-year-old girl to you?” Dean quips, becoming more disgusted by the minute. “Because you’re trying to feed me some line about fairytale bullshit, so I must look like I believe it.”

“I thought you of all people would cut me a little slack.” Sam points at his brother.

“Why? Because I have a history of poor choices? I may have partied my way through school and dated a stripper - which, for the record was not about pissing dad off - but you’re messing with your entire life, man. This is some serious shit.”

“I’m aware.” Spinning his cell phone in his hand Sam wishes he stayed home.

“How are you, of all people, not freaking out right now? You’ve gotta be thinking it - a hot chick like that throwing herself at one of New York’s most eligible bachelors…”

It’s a reference to an article from last month. Both Dean and Sam ended up profiled on NY Magazine’s most eligible bachelors’ list. Sam had rolled his eyes and Dead hadn’t minded the attention while their mother had been thrilled beyond belief.

“Don’t start with that again,” Sam warns.

“Girls that look like her don’t just end up with the first Alpha who takes them home. There’s a reason she let you claim her.”

“I picked her up, Dean. I came onto her. And it wasn’t just a whim, what happened between us was…powerful.” Sam’s done with this conversation. He unplugs his laptop, standing to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna lock myself in a conference room and get some work done. I don’t wanna be stuck here all night.”

–

Sam sent a text asking you to meet him for dinner at eight.

You own precisely one black cocktail dress that you found on a rack at Goodwill. It was dry cleaned right after you bought it and has been hiding in the back of your closet for nearly two years. It’s finding a set of matching undergarments that turns out to be the real challenge as you sort through a pile of clean laundry that’s been in the basket for the better part of a week.

With curled hair and polished makeup, you look significantly better than you feel. You’re still exhausted and sore, but you’re not going to let either of those things stop you.

You arrive at Eleven Madison Park just after eight. When you invoke the Winchester name, the hostess smiles brightly and informs you that Mr. Winchester is already waiting.

Sam stands as you approach the table. He’s the gentleman you expect him to be but it’s still a novelty. Your last boyfriend wouldn’t even get you a beer from the fridge.

“Hi,” He grins, kissing your cheek. His eyes flit down his bite, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Hello.” You reply, unable to look away.

A porter appears to take your coat and Sam’s grin widens at the sight of you in this tight little black dress.

Placing both hands on your hips he pulls you close as if you’re the only two people in the room. He kisses you softly, lips brush lips as he speaks. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as he pulls away only to offer you a chair.

“Really,” He continues, settling in across from you. His eyes are just as hungry as when he took you home. “You look breathtaking.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” It’s not just lip service. Sam looks damn good in a suit, his tie perfectly in place. And now that you know what’s underneath his dress shirt, all that thick muscle, it’s like having a dirty secret.

“What?” He questions your gaze.

“Nothing. I like your tie.” You cover.

He’s eyeing your cleavage unabashedly because there’s no reason to be bashful at this point. He’s seen every inch of you over the last two days and you’re just as attracted to him as he is you.

He orders wine and oysters and the two you begin the process of getting to know each other. Well, right after you handle some urgent business.

“There’s something we need to talk about.” You set your glass down, fighting the urge to feel embarrassed.

“Sounds serious,” Sam smirks.

“It is.” You confirm, looking around to make sure no one is paying attention to you.

His expression grows serious as he leans in.

“I wasn’t looking for anyone when I met you, I mean - not just a mate. I never really even did the hookup thing. So, I’m not on any birth control.”

“Oh.” Sam sits back.

He’s not sure what’s coming next but he feels like a fool for not thinking of it before. The last girl he fucked bareback was his college girlfriend and they’d been together for a year before he even entertained the idea. Even then it made him nervous. He’s never been one to roll the dice. Even if it’s with his mate. Despite his recent impulsive actions Sam prefers his life planned out in painstaking detail.

“And, this is probably a conversation we should have again in the future, but I’m not ready to have children. I’m young, I have a lot of things I want to do before I think about pups.” You pause to watch Sam, his face unreadable. “I know you’re my Alpha and you’re supposed to have a say in this, but it’s not what I want.”

“I agree.” Sam offers calmly, reaching across the table to take your hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “I do want kids, someday I’d like to have a family. But not any time soon.”

Your brain gets stuck on the idea of having his children. Letting him knot you and then watching your belly grow with his baby. But logic overrules biological impulse and you shake it off and continue.

“The reason I’m bringing this up right now is that I went to the clinic this morning hoping they’d put me on something only to find out that I don’t have the authority to make my own decisions anymore.” Pausing, you collect yourself. It’s not his fault and it’s not fair to be mad at him. “You have to come with me and sign a release.”

“Okay.” Sam shifts in his seat. He knows this is just the first in a long list of responsibilities he hasn’t realized yet. You’re clearly upset by the situation and he wants you to feel comfortable, to be happy that you’re his. “We can go first thing in the morning if you want. I don’t have a meeting until ten thirty.”

After two rounds of fresh oysters, you move on to one of the best meals of your life. It’s just handmade pasta with a light sauce but the flavors are bold and a far cry from the box mac and cheese you usually throw together.

Sam eats his steak pausing between every bite to look up at you, carefully observing as if he’s taking notes for later.

“I almost Googled you.” You confess. “I had your name typed out twice but I didn’t go through with it.”

“Why not?” Sam’s eyes narrow.

“I wanted to get to know you first, form my own opinion before I read someone else’s.”

He relaxes a bit. His forearm resting on the table as stares at you. “Good.”

“If I had looked you up what would it say?”

His lip twitches as he strums his fingers on the tablecloth.

“Depends on if you look up just me or the family. But in a nutshell? Old money, ruthless father, private. My brother is more likely to turn up the interesting search results.”

“No big scandals?”

“No,” Sam laughs dryly. “My father makes sure of that. Dean’s had a few indiscretions over the years but they always disappear.”

“That sounds terrifying.”

“He’s just good at giving people what they want as an incentive to go away, which most of the time is money.”

“I think I saw a Lifetime movie like that once. Mobsters and backroom secrets.” You smile.

“It’s not nearly as interesting, I can promise you that.” Clearing his throat, Sam sits up, his jaw jutting forward as if he’s going to speak but thinking better of it.

“What?”

“What I just said, about my dad, you can’t repeat that to anyone. I can’t have people in my life that aren’t discreet. I need you to know that’s a non-negotiable for me. ”

You’re offended before the sentence is even finished. Placing your hands together in your lap you lean over the table, lowering your voice.

“That’s a pretty nasty ultimatum for a first date.”

“I don’t mean to offend you. That’s the last thing I want. We belong to each other now but there are times when I don’t have the luxury of sugar coating things. There are a lot of people that would love to see my family fail, love to see John Winchester’s son go up in flames. So, while I don’t want you to be mad at me, it’s something I have to be crystal clear about. And I want to be able to talk with you openly without worrying. I need to be sure what’s said between us stays between us.”

“Message received.” You quip.

“Are you pissed at me?”

“A little.”

Your admission makes him frown, brow furrowing. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll get over it. I’d rather have you be upfront than play games. But for future reference, I’d prefer if you assume my intentions are honorable. I’m a loyal person and you are my Alpha now. I wouldn’t betray you.

Sam can’t help the smile that grows wide, blooming ear to ear.

By the time dessert arrives you’ve moved on to a game. Each of you can ask a question that both have to answer.

“Did you grow up here, in the city?” Sam questions.

“No. I’m originally from Connecticut. I’m a small town kid who couldn’t wait to move to the city. Two months after I turned eighteen I was out of the house.” You pick at the cheesecake, watching him thoughtfully. If it’s possible he’s even more handsome than when he left you this morning.

“Why were you in such a hurry?” The best thing you’ve discovered about Sam thus far is that he asks a question because he wants to hear the answer. He’s not just waiting to respond. He wants to know who you are and the feeling is mutual.

“My parents are…conservative and my sister and I rebelled every chance we got. My dad was always preaching you live under my roof, you live by my rules. So I left his house as soon as I could because I’ve never been very good at following rules.”

Sam chuckles, raising his eyebrows as if he already knows about your wild streak. “What happened to your sister?”

“She’s in the city…I think. We’re not exactly close. She’s always had her demons to deal with.” You don’t want to ruin this perfect dinner by diving into your family dysfunction so you shift the focus back to him. “What about you?”

“My family has a place in Scarsdale. My brother and I spend most of our time there. Dad worked and my mom was MIA but we had a great nanny, Ellen. She still puts me in my place from time to time.”

Grinning you sit back, momently stuck on how long his fingers are as they rest casually on the table.

“Tell me Sam, were you a rule breaker or rule follower?”

“Follower, for sure.” He snorts. “My brother Dean was a menace and I was so eager to please my father back then. I had to be perfect at everything.”

“You’re not a follower anymore?”

“When I went to college I started to realize that I had choices. I didn’t have to do what he expected. I could say no and ultimately there wasn’t anything he could do. Once I started to become my own person my father saw it as a personal insult. I’d always done everything he wanted and suddenly I dared to buck his authority. It was never anything bad. He wasn’t going to stop my tuition because I was interested in Law instead of business, and I knew it. The more he tried to control me the more I resented him. It’s just snowballed from there.”

“What a rebel.” You tease and his cheeks flush pink. Despite engaging in some genuinely filthy sexual acts with you it’s the first time you’ve seen him display any modesty.

“My turn.” You continue, offering respite. “If you could host a dinner party with any three people, alive or dead, real or fictional, who would they be and why?”

Sam laughs accompanied by a bright toothy grin and takes a drink while he thinks. He hasn’t had this much fun in a long time. He finds himself excited, eager to see what you’ll say next and how you’re going to react to his answers.

“Well, definitely Elon Musk because he’s constantly pushing toward the future and thinking outside the box. Jules Verne, because I had an obsession with 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea in high school. And…you.”

“Oh no,” You wag your finger. “No cheating. I’m helping you host this dinner party. I’m there by default. Pick a third.”

“You’re brutal.” He chuckles, biting his lip. “Okay, Hermione Granger.”

“Harry Potter?” You lean forward. “Why?”

“Because she’s this small little person who’s brave beyond reason. I like a strong woman.” He shrugs. “I feel like she could teach me a thing or two.”

Sam is indeed full of surprises.

“Alright,” he circles his finger in your direction. “Three people. Go.”

“Kurt Vonnegut, even though I have this feeling that he would ruin my party with his dark humor. Neil Armstrong because I want to ask what it felt like to be the first man to walk on the moon and…Freddie Mercury. Because he showed up to have fun but also had depth. I like complex people.”

“Good choices.” Sam nods. “Alright. Next question. How long was your last relationship?”

You take a breath, the levity fading fast as he goes in for the kill. Of course, he wants to know about your past, it’s natural.

“Two years, give or take.” You answer honestly, not offering more.

“What happened?”

“That’s more than one question.”

“I told you I’m a rule breaker these days. Humor me.”

“He seemed great at first and ended up being…not a very nice person. He got off on making me feel bad, so I left.” There’s a lot more you’re not telling him, but that’s a story for another time. “Alright Barbara Walters, spill it.”

Sam chuckles, perhaps from nerves almost as if he hadn’t thought about the fact that he’d have to reciprocate.

“Three months. It was a doomed office romance and I should have known better. We weren’t compatible.”

“Was she an Omega?” You’re jealous, couldn’t hide it if you wanted to.

“No.” He quips, clearly hearing the change in your tone. “Beta.”

“Good.” You cross your arms across your chest.

“I have an important question for you. Probably the most important question of the night.” He looks at you with a stare that makes your thighs clench, like he’s about to eat you whole.

“You better ask me then.”

“Are you going to spend the night with me?” He’s got both forearms on the table, leaning toward you with unrelenting intensity. It never occurred to you the night would end any other way, but you like that he’s pretending there’s a question. Offering up a modicum of power in your direction.

“I’d love to.”

—

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He sets his drink down on the bedside table, turning to look at you with a smoldering stare. You freeze mid-step, watching as he rolls up his sleeves, first one, then the other.

“Me too.” You confess, feeling excitement bubbling in your belly.

“Take your dress off.” He requests softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he loosens his tie.

Sam might be young but he has the confidence of a man twice his age. It’s an incredible aphrodisiac.

You reach behind your back, pulling at the zipper and sliding it down until the dress is loose enough to drop around your waist before falling to the ground.

Sam’s cock springs to life in the blink of an eye at the sight of you in matching black lace and a pair of high heels. You look like something out of a pinup fantasy and the notion that you’re his is still hard to fathom.

“Come here.” He remains seated as you walk to him hips moving, swaying side to side.

Once you’re within reach he grabs the outside of your thighs with two bigs hands, pulling you to stand between his legs. He glances up momentarily before pressing a kiss to your stomach right above your navel. Your breath hitches and he does it again, dragging his lips over your skin.

“I was in a such a hurry when we were together.” He mumbles into your skin, his tongue dipping into your belly button as his fingers curl into the back of your legs. “Gonna take my time tonight.”

“Sam,” you whimper bringing both hands to his hair while he’s peppering kisses over your belly.

Both hands slide up the back of your legs, open palms ready when he gets to your ass, cupping both cheeks in tandem. He nuzzles lower, lips fluttering and pecking until he reaches the edge of your panties.

One of the hands squeezing your buttocks circles around to the front, as he swipes two fingers over your covered pussy, just a light touch that elicits a quiet moan.

“Are you wet for me Omega?” He asks, looking up with lust filled eyes.

“Yes,” you whimper as his fingers press against the material again, trailing upward where he pushes lightly over your clit.

“Better check.” He grins, kissing your belly once more.

Pushing your panties aside he slides his middle finger under the fabric, slipping between the lips of your sex and into your slick. You rock forward, moaning and grabbing his shoulders as he pushes his finger deeper, just enough to make you feel it but not enough to really be inside.

“I didn’t get the chance to touch you, taste you. I’m gonna make up for that.” His head dips down as two clever fingers hook the crotch of your underwear, yanking them out of the way as his head dips down. His tongue darts out, traveling the same route as his finger, dipping shallow into your slit, tasting how aroused you are. Sliding your hands into his hair you moan at the slippery warmth of his mouth gliding over your sex. You can feel the tip of his tongue scooping up and down, circling your clit, licking several times before he pulls away.

Your eyes pop open as his mouth leaves your body but there is no time to feel disappointed.

“Lay down.” Sam gets to his feet as you crawl onto the bed and roll on your back. He makes no move to shed his clothes despite the apparent erection straining at the crotch of his dress pants. The few items he does remove are his shoes, then his tie before he joins you, laying on his side. Propping himself up with one hand, he spreads the other hand over your belly, pressing down as stare up at him.

“I want to know your body, every inch of you. What makes you feel good, how you like to be touched. I want to always be able to satisfy you.”

You whimper, watching his mouth as he speaks. His pink lips seem to only add to the intensity of his words. With his free hand, he pulls the cup of your bra down, uncovering a hard nipple. Then does the same with other so that both your tits are exposed. Licking his lips he takes your nipple between this thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly.

You watch him touch you, wiggling as he tugs at your peak, squeezing gently.

“Too much?” he asks, waiting for your response.

“No,” you choke out. Your eyes flutter to his, only to find him watching you intently.

You’ve never felt this exposed before, this utter vulnerability as he slowly, deliberately begins his study of your preferences, the very definition of intimacy as you do what he asks, being honest about what turns you on.

“Harder.” You breathe.

He draws in a sharp breath seeming pleased by your answer. Squeezing your nipple firmly he pinches harder until it becomes nearly too much. Then he twists and your back arches off the mattress. You cry out as the pain becomes something else as it travels between your legs. Your clit is throbbing, pulsing with every beat of your heart.

He leaves one breast only to move to the other, clamping his finger around your sensitive peak and tugging as the pressure of his touch increases until you’re whimpering and writhing. He alternates between breasts, going back and forth from one to the other, plucking and twisting until both nipples are puffy and swollen. You’re convinced that if he keeps going you’re going to be able to cum from just his hands.

He continues to tug as he lowers his mouth to your tit, sucking the peak into his mouth and letting his teeth scrap over the sensitive flesh.

“Sam,” you call out, grasping at the sheets.

He takes his sweet time, sucking and licking, carefully playing the bud between his teeth until you’re sweating and ready to finger yourself just to get some relief.

Your hand moves over your lower belly only to be stopped short as he grabs your wrist and pins your hand beside your head.

“Tell me what you want.” He looks up as his mouth leaves one wet, aching nipple in favor of the other.

“I want you to touch me.” Moaning you fist a hand in his hair.

“I am touching you.” He smiles, mumbling with your breast in his mouth. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Sam,” you whine, gulping and biting your lip as his mouth works your tits.

“Tell me.”

Yeah, you’re slightly embarrassed but you’re even more turned on. Every inch of your body is on fire and he’s not even touched your pussy yet.

“Touch me with your hands.” You struggle for the words.

“Where?”

Damn him.

“Between my legs.” You’ve never considered yourself bashful when it comes to sex but giving an explicit instruction is new territory.

One hand spreads wide under your ribcage, fingers fanning out as he slides down over your belly and then lower. He cups your crotch, the heel of his palm presses over your mound and fingers curling under, reaching nearly back to your asshole.

He is going to make you spell it.

“No, I want your fingers-”

“Like this?” He moves as fast as you speak running three fingers up the material of your panties, sliding over your slit, slowly back and forth. While it feels good, it’s not nearly enough. He’s not touching your clit or pressing hard enough and you want something to fill you up.

“God damn it- oh fuck!” Sam bites down on your nipple, rolling the flesh between pearly white teeth and you groan, twisting like a mad woman.

“Tell me how you want to be touched.”

Any self-conscious concerns fly out the window.

“Put your fingers inside my panties and fuck me with them.”

He smirks, smiling against the flesh under your breast.

“What hole?” It’s a simple question but it makes your cunt clench.

“My pussy. Fuck my pussy with your fingers.”

“Okay.” His head pops up, watching your face as his hand disappears inside your underwear and you feel long digits pressing along the slippery opening of your sex. “How many fingers?”

“Oh, I - T-two.” You sputter.

“Anything you want, baby.” You’re both watching his hand moving under the lace of your panties when he slides two fingers quick and deep until his knuckles are against your lips. He pulls out halfway and shoves them back inside, scissoring, stretching you wide as he pumps in and out at the torturously slow pace. “You’re so fucking wet. Can’t wait to get my cock in here.”

“Fuck,” you call out as he curls his fingers upward and you see stars. You’re close to cumming but you don’t want to, not yet. There’s nothing like the build-up before a first orgasm when everything is tingling and aching with need. And as long as he’s taking instructions you’re not ready to give the feeling up.

“I want your mouth on my pussy. Suck on my clit.”

“There’s my girl,” Sam growls and pulls his fingers out of you. He gets up in record time, still fully dressed as he removes your panties. Grabbing your feet he hauls you to the edge of the bed with one flex of muscle. Then kneels on the floor and dives face first between your shaking thighs.

And Sam takes instruction well because he does just as you asked. His lips seal around your little aching bud, engulfing the most sensitive part of you and he sucks. Your eyes roll all the way back into your skull, mouth wide open and tongue cleaving to the roof of your mouth. When he finally takes a breath, he licks the full length of your slit, getting a tongue full of your slick and groaning in satisfaction before he’s back to sucking, just as you requested.

“Gonna cum.” You gasp, fighting to speak.

“Do it.” He mumbles against your wet, quivering flesh.

“No, I don’t want-” You can’t finish the sentence without moaning loudly and he stops, his head popping up from between your legs, lips, and chin glistening.

“What’s wrong?” He asks suddenly concerned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Nothing,” You stop to take a breath, staring at the ceiling. Propping yourself up on your elbows you look at the filthy sight of him staring at you intently from between your knees. “I want you to fuck me first. Make me cum with your cock inside me.”

The conversation you had earlier in the night floods back to you. This is a dangerous game, your body wants him inside you, to knot you and to breed you. At this moment every inch of your being wants to bear his children. But you’re not wholly irrational. There’s still a slice of you that has the presence of mind to say something.

“You’ll have to pull out.” You gasp as his fingers slide back into your pussy, slowly swirling before spreading inside you.

“I will.” He nods.

His grin is nothing short of wolfish as he pulls his shirt over his head. His eyes are fixed on your pussy as he unbuckles his belt, and drops his pants to the floor. His underwear must have gone with them because his huge cock is suddenly bobbing below his belly. That cock that nearly fucked the life out of you just yesterday seems like the only satisfaction you’ll ever need.

“How?” Sam tips his head, eyes darting from between your legs to meet your stare. “What position?”

“From behind.” You offer but you don’t move, instead, you’re determined to take advantage of the situation. If he wants to know what you like then you’re going to make it as clear as possible. “I want you to tell me what to do now. Fuck me as hard as you want, make me take you so deep it hurts.”

“Fuck,” Sam whispers, biting his lower lip. His nostrils flare as he fists his cock. “On your hands and knees Omega. Get your ass in the air.”

You roll onto your stomach, and push yourself up, assuming the position. There’s a dip in the mattresses as he knees his way to you. You feel one hand on your ass cheek and the other at the base of your spine.

“Curve your back.” You stick your butt up, as his hand settles along the dip in your spine. “Good, just like that.”

You feel him lineup, your aching channel easily swallowing the head of his thick shaft as he pushes into you inch by inch. He doesn’t stop until his balls rock into your clit and your lips are flush with his thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. There’s no way you’re ever going to get used to this. There are a lot of things that a girl can get accustomed to over time but the feeling of his girth filling and stretching your needy cunt is not one of them. He’s always going to feel this big, you’re sure of it.

“Gonna give you this cock now sweetheart.” His hands grab the flesh of your ass, kneading the skin. “You’re gonna take every inch aren’t you?”

There is a kind of inherent nonverbal communication between you. You don’t have to tell him this part, that his obscene words are precisely what you need, he just knows. He can read your body’s reactions like a roadmap that’s telling him where to go next.

“Yes,” you hiss as he leans back, letting you feel the drag of his cockhead. He pulls out all the way, leaving you painfully empty but only for a second before he’s pushing back inside, burying himself to the hilt.

“Can you feel how deep I am?” He asks, curling over your back. A hand snakes around your side and under your belly. He presses on your lower stomach, rocking his hips until you feel his cock bulging out to meet his hand. “My cock’s too big for your tight little pussy, I’m all the way in your stomach.”

“Alpha,” you moan, forehead hitting the mattress.

With a hand on each hip, he begins to pump in and out, fucking you with the entire length of his dick. One hand is suddenly in your hair, yanking back until your spine curves back and your breasts are in the air, bouncing with every thrust.

The stretch of his shaft is perfection, taking you right to the limit of what your cunt can handle without pushing over the edge. If there was any question that you were made to fit together it’s erased as he slides in to the root.

Twisting your head to the side you want to kiss him, touch him, but in this position, it’s just the unrelenting thrust of his hips against your ass.

“Please - touch - me” you beg between breaths, panting as the speed increases, faster and harder. This time he doesn’t make you spell it out, instead, he lets go of your hair and snakes a hand under your hips to find your clit. His middle finger finds the target almost immediately and you cry out, shoving your body back into him, desperate to take all of him inside.

When you cum your whole body shakes, the pleasure winding up and exploding out in all directions. You can feel your pussy clenching around his fat cock, squeezing and bearing down on him until your body finds it’s sought after satisfaction.

When it’s over, you’re a rag doll as he holds you in place rutting into your pussy at a break-neck pace. You can feel his knot swell, thickening as he forces it in with every pump. But before it’s too late he pulls out, slapping you on the ass.

“Turn over.” He groans and you roll onto your back just in time for him to cum. He shoots wet, warm and thick over your breasts and belly, stroking more and more out until you’re covered in his seed. Mouth agape and eyes open, admiring the mess he’s made.

“Fuck.” He chuckles, flopping onto his back beside you with a shit eating grin. Running a hand down his face he turns to look at you with rosy-cheeks and the happiest smile you’ve ever seen on a man. “You’re amazing.”

“I didn’t even do anything.” You laugh, still breathless.

“You don’t need to.”

Sam watches you use the sheets to wipe yourself off and then turn onto your side to face him. He’s cupping his knot, his hand curled around the base of the shaft. You’ve not seen a knot before. Felt one, yes, but never laid on eyes on a fully popped specimen. Alpha knots don’t present from just any stimulation, hand jobs and blow jobs don’t do the trick. It is, after all, a biological response to the urge to breed. So the only time they truly reach their full size is during intercourse.

But Sam must have come incredibly close to cumming inside you because he popped for sure.

Looking up at him you’re almost embarrassed that he’s caught you staring, but not really. You’re too interested.

“Can I see it?” You ask thoughtfully.

Sam’s eyes go wide as he smirks. “Sure.”

He uncurls his hand as you slide down his body getting up close and personal with his cock and there it is in all its glory. The thick ring of muscle, a shade darker than the rest of him, the same color as the head of his dick when he’s painfully hard. It’s big, close to the size of your fist. It’s incredible that you can take that in your pussy and that he’s done it to you more than once.

“What do you think?” There’s a sly edge to his voice.

So engrossed in your exploration of his body, you almost forgot he was watching you.

“I think you’re big all over.” Slinking back up his body you nuzzle into his side. “It’s hard to believe that what feels so good. You’re huge.”

“You’re perfect.” He turns on his side to face you, running a palm down your arm and glancing over you to the clock. “It’s almost two. We should shower and sleep.”

“So responsible.” You tease. He rolls off the bed and you prop yourself up on elbows to watch him. “My rule follower.”

“Watch it.” He lunges forward, grabbing your ankles and dragging you down the bed until he can pick you up. You squeal as he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your butt and carrying you toward the bathroom.

The Next Morning

Sam is painfully out of place sitting next to you in the lobby of the clinic, dressed in his thousand dollar suit and designer overcoat. He’s fixated on his phone reading an email but he must be able to feel your nerves because he nonchalantly reaches over to take your hand.

The nurse calls your name and you follow her through the labyrinth of muted Pepto-pink walls to a small exam room.

You don’t wait long. Dr. Carter walks in, stopping momentarily at the sight of your smartly dressed Alpha. She apparently expected someone else.

“Hello,” she recovers extending her hand, introducing herself.

Sam sits on the edge of a rickety chair, placing a hand on your bouncing knee.

“Well, I’m happy you were able to come in so quickly, Mr…”

“Winchester.” Sam offers and her eyes widen. “Call me Sam.”

“Well,” she clears her throat. “Y/N came in yesterday asking for birth control and according to federal regulations she needs your permission before I can provide any sort of family planning methods.”

“Okay,” Sam shakes his head, squeezing your knee. “Give her whatever she wants.”

“I will, gladly. But I have to go over her medical history with you-”

“Really? Can’t I just sign something and she can do what she wants?”

“I’m afraid it’s more involved than that. I need in-person verbal and written confirmation the first time. You’ll sign a couple releases. From then on we can call if we need approval.”

“Okay,” Sam shrugs, “let’s do it.”

“Because of her request and her newly claimed status, we ran some blood tests-”

“Hey, you never asked me about any tests.” You protest, appalled at the notion that she’s done anything without your consent.

“I don’t have to ask and I’m not supposed to. When we’re evaluating a newly claimed Omega certain screenings are standard and required.”

“I can’t believe this.” Fighting the urge to throttle the doctor you wring your hands in your lap. Sam reaches over, placing a large palm over your knuckles, squeezing lightly.

“It’s alright.” He scrunches his mouth at you as if to imply that this is all no big deal and you want to harangue him too.

“She’s free of any of the standard sexually transmitted diseases. She was concerned about pregnancy but as I advised her I don’t think it’s anything you need to be concerned about. We can do a pregnancy test when she’s closer to her heat, but I highly doubt you need to worry.”

“Okay.” Sam just looks at her deadpan. “You’ll put her on birth control?”

“Yes, we can do it today. Omegas normally respond better to the monthly shot. We’ve found that pills aren’t as effective in preventing pregnancy with an Alpha/Omega pairing.”

“Is that what you want?” Sam turns toward you, calmly awaiting your confirmation.

While you can’t see yourself you’re sure that your cheeks are beet red.

“Yes.” You answer softly.

“Alright, we’ll administer the first dose before you leave today. Only a few more items to review. She’s only had unprotected sex with one other partner but it’s up to you if you’d like a more thorough screening. I don’t think it’s necessary, we’ve already done the baseline STD tests.”

Sam’s hand is still over yours and at the mention at the previous partner his finger twitch.

You’re not sure if you want to throw a punch or crawl under the examination table.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Sam avoids your stare, looking directly at the physician. “What do I need to sign?”

–

He can tell you’re agitated as you both spill out onto the busy sidewalk. You turn to face him, grimacing as you fight with the zipper on your coat. It’s only late November but the frigid chill of winter came early this year.

“I’ve never been embarrassed like that before.” Sputtering you wrap both arms around yourself. “ I’m claimed so apparently I’m just your property now.”

“Hey,” Sam reaches for your scarf, wrapping it around your neck, before giving a gentle tug. “It’s just an old law. Archaic, patriarchal bullshit. After the elections next year they say things will change.”

“They’ve been saying that for a long time. I mean, I knew that there were regulations but that was humiliating. She was talking to you like I wasn’t even in the room. Like I was a damn dog at the vet.”

“For the record, it’s not exactly pleasant for me either, when she’s telling me personal things you’re uncomfortable with me knowing. You don’t know me yet, but I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to or try to control you. That’s not who I am. So if there’s anything you want, just ask for it.”

Sam’s finds himself in a real duality of man situation. He already respects you and he’s certainly not an old conservative like his father. These laws harken back to a time when Omega women were little more than breeding mares. The failure to overturn these outdated laws is nothing but prejudice and discrimination hidden under the guise of ‘traditional values’.

But, if he’s a hundred percent honest with himself, there is a latent satisfaction in the fact that you belong to him in such an all-encompassing way. As the thought crosses his brain he chastises himself for entertaining the notion, forcing it out of his brain.

“I want to make my own choices when it comes to my body.” Shivering you allow him to pull you under his arm, rubbing your shoulders with a gloved hand.

“And you will, at least when it comes to me.” He leans over and kisses your temple, squeezing you tight. It’s a simple gesture, but the ease with which he expresses affection makes your belly swoop. “Come on, let’s get out of the cold. I’ll take you to breakfast before I go into work.”

#Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader #alpha!sam winchester #supernatural a/b/o #sam winchester smut

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Twitter Threads (or That One Time Tony Dialled It Up to Eleven)

Summary: Social media is hard and full of trolls, and Tony has poor impulse control.

Notes: I hate this so much. Less cracky than I wanted it, because I suck at writing humour. Fill K-3 for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019: Gossip Press. Unbeta'd as per usual. Any relation to existing twitter handles is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: Social Media, Twitter, Homophobic Language, Sexist Language, Ableist Language, Internet, Trolls, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Goes On A Rampage

No one can say that Tony’s ever had good impulse control, especially about people he loves.

@1234ideclareathumbwar posted: I donno what it is about dr strange but he must suck dick like a pro if hes got iron man whipped god knows theres nothing attractive about him except those dick suckin lips #drstrange #ironman #wtfisstarkthinking

@100percentDONE-xxx replied: yeah its not like he can give a decent handjob ffs must me the lips or maybe hes just tight every1 knows stark loves a tight whole hes prolly cheating neway poor cripple

@itsawrapandimreadytoparty replied: Probably just lays there and thinks about the wizard gods just to get that $$$...I’d think of England even for a nymphomaniac drug-addicted sugar daddy too, tbh.

@BlessYouThor-ness replied: still can’t believe he chose strange over THOR like everyone can see the chemistry between them and tony is such a bottom he’d take thor’s cock so well fuck yes

@they-did-the-thing777 replied: is it just me or does strange look like an alien maybe there’s no magic at all just aliens and he’s got a tentacle dick and stark just wants to mark off another box on his worlds-biggest-slut checklist #tonystarkispathetic

@snowflakes_makeme_lol replied: hes just fkn ugly i s2g stark id spread 4 but strange??? that bitch be ugly asf n not worth gettin my dk wet prolly get aids

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: You guys are the pinnacle of our evolution and I am in awe of your genuine kindness and polite generosity (and grammar). Wow, I can’t believe Stephen Strange saved all of your jerkass lives TWICE for this shit and you know what? Everyone knows I’M the cocksucker in this relationship, dumbfucks.

@kiki_blow_this_popsicle_stand replied: HOLY SHIT LMAO

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother looking up from his tablet, backing away from that thread because he has no interest in seeing the replies, and hunting for the next war he can wage. “Destressing,” he replies gleefully, clicking on a thread that mentions Pepper. He can feel Rhodey behind him – and, what’s more, he can feel the disapproval seeping out of his pores too now that he’s peeking over Tony’s shoulder – but he’s on a roll, and fuck impulse control when he can sass and bitch on twitter. Some people just need to be removed from the genetic pool of the human race and not be allowed to procreate, honestly.

Somewhere in bumbfuck-nowhere, Fury is having a coronary and Stephen is rolling his eyes so hard they’re permanently lodged in his cranium.

@rudethatyoureallamatwink posted: Does anyone else think that Pepper Potts only got the job at Stark because she’s got awesome legs and a great twat and Tony Stark wanted to stick his dick in? #idfuckher #pepperpotts #starkindustries #idfuckhimtootbh #tonystark

@MyNameIsGoFuckYourself replied: lol ur gross shes like 35 or smth but wvr u want crusty ol lose pussy u do u bro #oldchickgross #getbotox

@shredderinmymetal3-14 replied: @MyNameIsGoFuckYourself lmao wtf?? He started fucking her when she was like twenty or something so she was still nice and tight back then. I mean I’d still fuck her right now cause she’s one hot cougar and I bet she’s learned a thing or two from the Slut Extraordinaire. And anyway, how tf do you know what her cunt’s like?? The only hole you’ve fucked is your mom.

@queeen-bee-says-hi replied: Wow, you guys are pigs. Pepper Potts is a strong, independent, beautiful woman who is worth a thousand of all you, and your mothers would be ashamed of you all.

@gags_are_the_best_fight_me_bitch replied: @queeen-bee-says-hi hey look theres the feminazi if you want i can replace that stick up your pussy with my dick you know you need it ill fuck you real good show you what a real mans like

@truthisanillusion replied: I’ll fuck @queeen-bee-says-hi AND @OfficialPotts_CEO at the same time fucking feminazi cunts, god knows you bitches would be grateful for my prick in your gaping lesbian pussies

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Wow. So. Uh.

1. That’s revolting and my AI just delivered the IPs of @gags_are_the_best_fight_me and @truthisanillusion to the authorities for premeditated violence, rape, and hate crimes. You’re welcome, and feel free to send a cash donation to the charity of your choice for my thoughtfulness. I’d recommend something for women’s or LGBTQ+ rights, and I’ll match it with a multiplier of 1000x.

2. @queeen-bee-says-hi, good for you, and I can see from your profile that you’re a student. Consider your crops watered and your schooling paid for, all the way to your twelfth PhD if you want it.

3. @OfficialPotts_CEO can and will murder you with her pinky nail. I’ve taken on Thanos and I’d rather go ten rounds with him than piss her off. THAT’S why she’s CEO, not because of her admittedly awesome legs.

4. I hate this hellsite. If I buy it, can I kill it?? Rhodey says “technically” so I’m gonna look into that now.

@i_stan_one_legend_named_virginia_p_potts replied: IRON MANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! DEFEND THE QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!! #PEPPERPOTTS4PRESIDENT

@iaminlovewithcapandimunashamed replied: lmfao incels be fkd when #ironman comes to town

@truthisanillusion replied: Hey @YouKnowWhoIAm No one trusts you or likes you, you fake ass super “hero” taking it up the ass like a faggot stfu and die already, kthxbye

@queeen-bee-says-hi replied: whAT OH MY GOD THAT IS NOT NECESSARY

@OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Tony, stop picking fights and threatening to buy twitter or I’ll ground you. And just accept the gift, @queeen-bee-says-hi - after all, he’s already done it.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Shut up Pepper, you aren’t the boss of me.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: And jokes on you @truthisanillusion because I’m already dead inside come at me bitch I’ll be the one in the multi-billion-dollar suit of armor surrounded by Avengers

@OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Actually, I am. Don’t make me take away your toys. Or call @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel. He’s on speed-dial, sweetheart, and he likes me better than you.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Rude.

@Sorcerer_Surpreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: The last time you threatened someone, your house got blown up. Please refrain from egging on internet trolls or I’ll dump you for Rhodes for my own sanity.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: ALSO RUDE.

“You know, I’m not even remotely bi-curious and I would totally tap that,” Rhodey says absently, though his lips are quirking into a smirk.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Hands off, you little shit, or I’ll tweet about that one time in MIT when you ate that—”

“Fuck you.”

“Been there, done that,” Tony quips cheerfully. “Not remotely bi-curious my ass—”

“You know what’s better than picking fights with twelve-year-olds on twitter? Kicking your ass right here. You come at me, Stank.”

Tony opens his mouth to reply but then gasps, already losing himself in another thread after sending a middle finger emoji into the last one.

@mwahahaha-666 posted: You guys can wax poetry about Tony Stark all you want, but screw that basic-ass rich boy - everyone knows Doctor Strange is the smokin’ hot one. #takemenow #mybodyisready #drstrange

@ukulele_jedi_master replied: PREACH!!! stark may be loaded but stephen is the one that looks like a prada model giMME THAT MAGICAL DICK

@xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: Fuck both of you. I just wanna be a fly on the wall when they’re fucking each other...or better yet, DIRECT them on how to ruin each other #ironstrange #otp

@highpercentageofuselessnessachieved replied: i wonder if he can clone himself like can u imagine?? being fucked from all ends by #drstrange cock?? what i wouldn’t give to be tony stark omfg i don’t even want the money just the hard dickin from that fine piece of ass

@its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: He’s got Iron Man wrapped around his little finger so he must have the biggest dick and the know-how to use it properly. Yes pls and thank you very much, I’ll take that monster dick pronto.

@TGBYHN_4_LYFE replied: dude i tell u what i would do what @xxx-foreverfit-xxx said: sit in the corner w a ridign crop in 9’’ stilettos rubbin myself while directing them 2 do what i want...make em touch n stroke n suck n bite n fuck each other til they cant walk anymore n then cuddle w them n stroke their hair

@catcatcatcat-cat replied: I would give my college education, my life, my cow, and my internet access away for the rest of my life for a sex tape

@xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: @TGBYHN_4_LYFE omfg fuCK YES CAN YOU IMAGINE listening to them moan as they lost themselves in each oter, so fucking desperate to get off that they’re begging you to let them cum even as they try their hardest to obey, covered in precum and sweat and hot as fuck

@bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: I s2g the amount of fanfiction I write about those two alone should have me committed but I literally can’t stop the two of them are so fucking hot together that it should be illegal god bless Iron Man and Dr Strange and their sexy, sexy chemistry and sexy, sexy bodies #killme

@one-upon-a-time-in-asgard2 replied: They are the hottest couple in the history of the universe and so fucking pure I love them both so much also @bigfoot_is_nessie1987 I demand a link to your fics cuz I’m always looking for more ironstrange porn #otp #ironstrange

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel Hey, they think you have a big dick. Little do they know that they’re totally right and that you also have the added bonus of actually BEING a big dick too! #dontthreatentoleavemeforplatypus #orilltagyouinthirstposts #awesomethirstposts #stephenhasabigdick #andiloveit #goodshit

@mwahahaha-666 replied: OH MY DUCKING GOD

@its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: Well, I’d be mortified that Tony Stark is replying to this except Tony Stark is acTUALLY REPLYING TO THIS BLESS YOU IRON MAN

@Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: One of these days I’m going to murder you with your own bravado and not lose a night’s sleep over it. And fine, I won’t touch Rhodes...I’m sure Rogers is free anyway, and he’s always so polite when I visit.

@bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: Please don’t read my fanfiction I will literally combust in embarrassment also I am dying over here in Copenhagen omfg

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: BRO CODE, DUDE. YOU’RE VIOLATING THE BRO CODE. I HATE YOU SO MUCH AND I WANT A DIVORCE.

@catcatcatcat-cat replied: ...oh my god what does that mean you guys are MARRIED??!?! BLESS THE WIZARD GODS!!!!

@Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: Rhodes, I know you’re reading over his shoulder, so if you could please take away his phone now before he ends up on the cover of the Times...or breaks the internet. Again. Thank you in advance.

Tony reacts immediately, trying to make a break for it, but Rhodey’s already tackling him into the couch, a hundred and ninety pounds of lean muscle and pretty Class As. Tony hisses breathlessly, the wind knocked out of him, and he struggles valiantly to keep his hands on his tablet while Rhodey does his best to rip it away. He doesn’t have a very good position so he makes a hair-brained, split-second decision to throw his body weight to the side, making them both roll off the couch. Rhodey’s a jerk though, and manages to react fast enough so that Tony takes the brunt of the impact, and he can’t even help but groan in a mixture of mild pain and disappointment as he feels the tablet being removed from his lax fingers.

“Sucks to be you, Stank,” he says breathlessly, fingers flying over the keyboard, and Tony cranes his neck until he can read Rhodey’s reply (and on Tony’s fucking account what in the hell!):

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: I think I broke your hot mess of a husband, Stephen. Come collect him before he murders me with his eyes or gets his hands on another electronic device. We’re in the lab.

Three seconds later, Stephen walks through a portal, looking oh-so-fucking-gorgeous in his battle robes, and wearing a scowl of irritation that bodes well for rough, mock-angry sex in the near future.

Tony grins unapologetically, and abandons the lure of social media in exchange for his pseudo husband.

It’s an easy choice.