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HAVENT I MADE IT OBVIOUS? - T . NOTT
Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: *REQUESTED* Reader and Theodore are best friends. Reader gets wrapped up in her first love scandal and Theodore cant handle it. He cant cope that its not him.
Warnings: Angst, Slight Fluff, The most heart warming love confession ever. Mentions of sex but hardly.
A/N: The request wasn't super specific so I decided to go with something like this.No smut, because I have a really similar request which specifically asks for smut so that one will have smut.
"Teddy don't be a twat" You smacked his head as you sat beside him.
"What! Its not my fault the instructions were unclear" He scoffed.
You and Theo both were sat in potions as you both were paired up for a task. Theo thought he was being funny reading the ingredients not in the correct order and ultimately fucking up the mixture.
"This is why I hate pairing up with you in class" You groaned.
"Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see Cedric leaning against the front of your workbench.
"Oh, Hey Cedric" You smiled.
"I was wondering" He smiled at you, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment for placing a hand ontop if yours. "Would you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for a meal or something?" He grinned.
You smiled as you sat up in your seat. "I'd love that"
"Ill meet you at 6, outside your commonroom on Friday?"
You nodded as he smiled, caressing your hand before walking back to his seat.
You heard a scoff beside you, your neck cracked to look at Theo, who had a huge scowl on his face. "Your going on a date with him? He's such a prick"
"Oh fuck off Theo" You rolled your eyes as you stood up gathering your books before exiting the class.
Theo caught up with you, walking beside you. "No seriously, he's such a priss. Why's you wanna date.. that" You scoffed at his statement before scaling the stairs down to the Slytherin Commonroom.
"Theo shut up-" You turn to see Pansy. "Oh my god! Pans!" You squealed as you ran at her.
You felt Theo's moody presence slip away with Draco and Mattheo who walked over to him as soon as you ran to Pansy.
"Cedric asked me on a date!" You squealed.
"No way- Oh my god, this will be so good" Pansy smiled, grabbing your hand. "You can test the waters before the date at the party tonight!"
"Party?" And with that Pansy yanked you to your feet and you scrambled up the stairs being dragged behind her as the next 4 hours entailed getting ready for the party.
Slytherin parties were always off the chain. Every other house could party for sure, but the amount of shit Slytherin would gather for the party. All the alcohol and drugs like it was some free tester aisle of a muggle store. It would always end very heated whether everyone was hooking up or someone started a fight. It was always the same old shit.
You decided on a basic little black dress, you can never go wrong. The dress was short and frilled. To be fair it looked more like one of those frilly tops that remind you of a dress. Your assets were out on display, but it was a party why not.
"Girl, that dress is definitely not your size but it's so cute!" She chuckled as you spun around. You fixed the top, making sure there will be no nipple slips. "You have literally the perfect body; tits, ass and thighs. I'm so jealous"
"Pans shut up, you are so hot I won't even leave for the party we can have our own" You both giggled as you leaned forward kissing her cheek before grabbing her eyeliner and finishing up your makeup.
By now the party was in full swing for atleast an hour and you two were only just getting done. You held hands as you exited Pansy's dorm and skipped downstairs giggling. Not to mention the two if you had pregamed before.
You two did you rounds round the party greeting everyone and stealing shots from groups. You both got to your friends on the couch in the back corner as you stood like bambi, struggling to stand straight in your heels from how fucked you were.
"Woah- Careful" You heard as you felt a hand snake around your waist steadying you. You look up to the side and catch Theo's dark eyes staring down at you.
"Thanks" You giggled leaning into his chest, pulling his arms over your shoulder, holding his hands as you looked to the group. Pansy situated herself on Enzo's lap the two of them giggling at you and Theo.
"So Y/N, any updates with Mr Badger? I was told about your date" Mattheo smirked, he wasnt trying to wind Theo up, he didnt know but Theo still got pissed.
You felt Theo tense behind you but you didn't take notice of it as you continued to okay with the rings on his hands. "We haven't been on the date yet, but he seems nice"
You heard Theo scoff as you turned to look up at him. "Nice my ass" He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue as you continued conversation with your friends.
Theo was enjoying the company, enjoying the feeling of your body snuggled against him as you played with his rings. God, he was falling, quick. He was too busy daydreaming to even notice you had sauntered away to the other side of the room.
"Ced~" You smiled as you stood beside him.
"Hey Y/N- You look gorgeous tonight" He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands gripping your thighs, dangerously close to your ass.
"So do you" You smiled, running your hand softly up and down his chest. "M' excited for our date" You giggled.
"Me too.. Its not everyday you get to be in the presence of a goddess" He licked his lips.
"Stop it you!" You chuckled, hitting his shoulder.
"Cant help myself" His hands threatening to touch the curve of your ass.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, chuckling down at him as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing his lips onto yours as he kissed you softly.
It was needy, very needy. He gripped your ass as you leaned over kissing him more passionately as you say on his knee.
Third POV
Theo couldn't cope at the sight. The second Pansy pointed it out, his hand tightened around his bottle. Anger filling his body as he watched another man kiss you. Another man touch you. That should be him. Not Cedric. Him. Jealously bubbled inside of him, very quickly.
Theo was too focused on the scene that the glass bottle shattered at the pressure. All his friends turned to look at the sound and him. He looked down at his bloody hand as he wiped it on his shirt, before groaning and turning to push through the crowd.
Everyone was confused by the sudden action by Theo, they had no clue what caused it, or even a smidge of knowledge how much Theo loved you.
Theo rushed away, pushing through people trying to get further and further away from the hurt. His hand covered in blood and throbbing as he stopped at the stairs. Turning to look in your direction, noticing your still with him. He bit his lip, holding in any emotion as he continued up the stairs.
Your POV
A many days later, after the party, you and Cedric went on your date. It was lovely, he was very attentive which you loved. You didn't see him much the few days after but chalked it up to him being busy.
It wasn't till it was 4 days after your date with Cedric you noticed the boy was still yet to talk to you. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to confront him. Why was he ignoring you.
Suddenly someone bumped into you, quickly apologising as they sprinted down the hall. Curious you followed them, it was a first year probably not a huge deal
You had no expectation for the kid, but it wasn't what he was running to caught your eye. It was down a dark corridor you turned to see Cedric and Theodore.. talking? Before you could even call at them, Theo pounces on Cedric. Your eyes wide as you froze. You were too far down the hall to do anything but noticed Mattheo, Draco, Enzo and Blaise all struggling to pull Theo off Cedric. Cedrics friends yelling as Cedric was frankly getting battered.
You sprinted down the hall towards them, aa they got ripped apart as you approached. Cedric and Theo's face all bloody.
"What the fuck is wrong with you??" You screamed as you looked at Theo.
He looked shocked, taken back. "Me?? He started it!"
"Sock it Theo, there was no need" You helped Cedric to his feet. "Let me take you to the hospital wing" And with that the two of you left.
Third POV:
"Shut up Nott, you're so up her ass. Don't be mad she hasn't put out for you yet. It's a long list. She's just a hole to fill. You'll have your turn " Cedric laughed.
Theo doesn't know how he got in this situation, he was just walking then saw Cedric and now he was ontop of the boy pummelling his face in. He was talking shit about you, lying about you. He was horrible.
But the worse thing for Theo was when he saw you. Saw your face when you looked between the two of them. His heart broke when you reached for Cedric, cheking if he was OK and whisking him away.
Theo was going insane.
Your POV:
It had been a day since the fight. Both boys were in the hospital wing but you refused to see Theo why would he do that. He was your bestfriend, and Cedric was just.. a guy. A guy that made you happy. Its like Theo was punishing you for being happy.
You were sat in potions noticing Theo hadn't show up, and you were pissed. He was being selfish, this was a group project.
You go to the hospital wing to find Theo, but Madame Pomfrey told you he was dismissed last night but Cedric was still there. You looked over at Ced, noticing his curtain was shut, I guess he had company, you thought and just walked out. If Theo wasn't in class then there's only one placed he'd be.
You scaled the stairs to the Astronomy reaching the top as you took a moment to get your breath. You noticed Theo by the railing and you sigh.
"Theo you can't skip class"
He turned to look at you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at you. "Well I am so it doesn't fucking matter. Don't you have a baby to coddle?"
"Fuck off Theo, don't be a prick" You scoffed
"He's a bad person Y/N. Why won't you fucking listen to me"
"BECAUSE YOUR CHATTING SHIT NOTT" You yell at him.
"You don't even know what he said about you. He called you a slut. Your nothing but a hole to fill" He sneered.
"What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you jealous I'm happy?" You laughed at him, distressed with the situation.
"You aren't happy" He snapped.
"How do you know? How do you know what's good for me!" You stare at his back, rage building up inside of you as you yelled out at him.
"BECAUSE IM GOOD FOR YOU.." Theo yelled. He turned to look at you, his breath erratic. "I know whats good for you and its me.. not him, no one else. Its me, it'll always be me" His teeth are gritted as he looked as you as you stand in shock. "I love you Y/N! It's always been you. Every fucking waking moment I think about you, your fucking stupid coconut smelling hair! The way your lip dimple shows when you smile a certain way. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. I live and breathe for you Y/N."
You stand there stunned as you look down at him.
"Haven't I made it fucking obvious? I fought the fucking freak for you! Yes initially he did nothing but.. He called you horrible things.. I can't bare to see you with another man that isn't me. I think about you so much bella.. Morning, noon and fucking night, I think about you.." His voice cracked as he stared down at you before he took your hand, kneeling down infront of you holding your hand. "It'll always be you.." He softly kissed your hand.
Your eyes slightly glassy from the confession as you stand speechless.
"Please say something bella.." Theo looked up at you, his hands grasping yours.
You burst out into tears, ripping your hand away from him as you cover your face. "You are so annoying Theo- I- I didn't know you felt like this" You sobbed as you wiped your eyes. Your mascara smudged all over your face.
Theo stood up, cupping your face between his hands as he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he chuckled, a tear rolling down his eye.
"I guess we are both stupid.." He chuckled lightly.
"You're such an asshole" You hit his chest playfully, laughing slightly through the sobs. His hand catching yours as you hit his chest, before his lips crashed against yours.
The pair of you finally became one.
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Making work more interesting (nsfw) (Diluc, Kaveh, Neuvillette, Wriothesley)
Tags: genshin men x implied female reader, scratching, bruising, oral (male & female receiving), semi public sex, cursing, biting
Diluc: Your hand grazed the buttons on his shirt as you walked past him, the expression on your face nothing short of mischevious. Diluc nearly dropped the glass he was cleaning feeling your hand drop down to his belt buckle before leaving his body completely.
The bar had closed no 2 minutes ago and it was time for cleanup but that, that was the last thing on his mind. You had tormented him your whole shift and now, it would take very little to make him snap and well those last few touches were enough.
Now you were bent over the bar, nails scratching against the wood as Diluc fucked you from behind. His hips slamming your own against the counter sure enough to leave bruises. "Couldn't do this with all the guests in the tavern." He grumbled, placing his lips by your ear. You turned your head to his slightly, shooting him a knowing smile because this was the exact outcome you wanted.
"Tease me again like this and I will." He added on, hand moving from your hips up your back to grip your hair and pull it harshly. You let out a loud moan, Diluc's fingers tugging on your hair roughly. His other hand smacked your ass, hard enough to leave a handprint and you found yourself cumming at all of the stimulation.
"Don't think I'm going easy on you, after this the tavern still needs to cleaned."
Kaveh: He wasn't the type to risk getting caught having sex in the office, especially not in Al Haitham's house. The last thing the man needed was another reason to kick him out, but he threw caution to the wind the second you crawled under the desk.
Your lips wrapped around his cock and he could feel the stress dissipate from his body. Biting back whimpers as he leaned back in his desk chair. You could tell he was stressed from a mile away, this was the least you could do. Kaveh's nails dug into the arm rests of his chair and he shut his eyes, screwing them shut as he scrunched his face.
"Fuck, fuck, I have deadlines you know?" He asked, watching as you pulled your lips off his dick. A string of spit connected your lips to his cock and he had to try his hardest not to cum at the sight. "I know and I have needs." You said in return, moving from under his desk to his lap. He whimpered at the feeling of your weight on him and your words, instantly grabbing your hips.
"Besides seems like you could use some stress relief." You added and he started bucking his hips up, trying to regain control over the situation but it was entirely lost. He let out a whine and squirmed, itching for relief.
"Please relieve my stress or fuck fulfill your needs with me."
Neuvillette: It was your skirt that had enticed him in the first place, wandering into his office with some letters that had been left for him at your desk. Lusting after your secretary was hardly something the iudex of Fontaine should indulge in and he knew that. However with work pressure high and the hem of your skirt even higher, he wanted a taste.
It's hard to deny his wishes, the man hardly ever wanted anything so when he expressed he wanted a taste of what was between your thighs, you couldn't say no. Moans filling his office as you tried your hardest not to mess up the paperwork under your hands. His tongue lapped at your core, hands gently holding your hips down and skirt up.
"Absolutely divine." Neuvillette's deep voice grumbled, singing praises as you whimpered and hiccuped. His tongue moved quicker and you could feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. "Neuvillette~" Your hand found his hair, not meaning to grab it but not being able to help yourself. You needed to hold onto something, something to ground you as he made you cry out.
Your hand in his hair only made him moan against you, a sound you'd never thought you'd hear from the dignified man. He pressed his face into you more, throwing you over the edge as his hands gripped you even harder. It was clear he had no intent of stopping any time soon, your release on his tongue being a mental release for him.
"I need more, you can give me that, right Darling?"
Wriothesley: It wasn't often that you got to visit him, the prison being dangerous to those who didn't belong, but you had your ways. Sometimes your ways led to him pressing you into the cold walls, or bending you over his desk in his office.
Days like today however, you were pressed against a cold wall. Your bare chest rubbing against the rough texture with each snap of his hips. You weren't cold though, Wriothesley's body serving as a furnace as he held you close. His scarred chest pressed into your back as he grunted into your ear.
The second you saw him you knew he was frustrated beyond measure and with the way he kissed you, you knew you could help him out. He was fucking you like a wild animal, hand clasped over your mouth to make sure your sounds didn't travel through the halls.
"Miss you so much." He said in your ear, turning your face to look at him slightly. Your eyes were nearly watering and yet you still couldn't help but look at him with pure love, it had him him nearly tipping over the edge. "I love you." You moved his hand away from your mouth to say the words and he moaned, pressing his face into the side of your neck to bite your skin softly.
"I love you so much that I'm insatiable when it comes to you."
A/N: In love with the idea that Neuvillette is a proper man who gets absolutely pussy drunk
#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin x reader#diluc x reader#diluc smut#kaveh x reader#kaveh smut#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette smut#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley smut
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*skitters in on all fours like a feral*
Sex to distress with TWST men 👀
Like a feral... what? A feral what?! I need to know!
Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, praise, sex to destress, classroom sex, hallway sex, sex in a closet, fingering
A/N: I do be going feral lately. I fucking hate it thank you.
RIDDLE
Only if he's extremely stressed by everyone around him. Otherwise he keeps himself composed even when having sex. When he gets to a really stressed point he will be a bit of jerk, a cute one but still. He won't take any teasing from you for it, if you call him cute while he's stressed you'll find yourself on all fours on his bed, Riddle thrusting into you from behind and his hands digging into your thighs to keep you still in front of him.
LEONA
Gets really, really rough when he's had enough of everyone for the day. Not an inch of you stays unmarked when he's in this state, growling into your face if you dare to move without him telling you to. You told him he could use you, so don't complain about the marks you get. You knew full well what you were in for when you dared to tell him he can use your body as he pleases. He's eager to see just how much is too much for you to handle.
AZUL
Is very silent throughout the whole ordeal, only wanting to focus on the sounds you make and the ones you make together. Sometimes you don't make it to the bedroom, let alone the bed. There's hardly anyone in the hallways by time you head back to the dorms and he's got his coat around you the entire time, ready to cover you if someone gets close. He is very good with his words and jt wouldn't be the first or last time he carried you past someone with your pussy full of his cum.
KALIM
Very rare for him to get stressed with anything. He's not one to go into it right away because even stressed he's still gentle, opening you up with his fingers first. Pretty much every time he's stressed it ends with really long sessions that drags out deliberately and you know this because every time you're close he pulls out and replaces his dick with his fingers, keeping them there until you ask him to fuck you really hard and not stop again.
VIL
He will pin you down onto his desk in the classroom and spreads your legs apart, smirking as you run your hands through his hair to kiss him, to keep the noises to a minimum. There are teachers and hall monitors passing by and he knows that getting caught would get you both into so much trouble but he wants to fuck you more then he's worried about his reputation.
IDIA
Pulls you into the first empty closet he finds and holds you against the door, his flames making it too warm to keep clothes on. It was gonna go anyway because dryhumping won't cut it right now, he needs to fuck you, he needs be inside you or he might burn up. You're both gonna be late to class at this rate but he's skipped before so it won't be that strange for him. For you, maybe it will get you in trouble but he'll fuck you so good that you won't be sorry.
MALLEUS
You'll end up passed out by the end of him taking his stress out through sex. He'll keep you close to him while his hips slam against yours with very little care for the bed. He will break it before he breaks you but both will happen. The only difference is that you'll be grateful for it long after it happens. If you're feeling up to it you can break even more pieces of furniture in his bedroom.
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Poly!Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader x Hawk Moskowitz
Kinktober Day 18: Breeding Kink
CW: public sex, semi-rough sex,
What started as an innocent comment about a cute baby at the mall had quickly and suddenly become so much more as Reader found herself holding herself up against a dressing room mirror. One of her boyfriends was behind her, holding her hips at the perfect angle so he could piston his cock into her cunt. He grunted behind her as she watched her other boyfriend pump his cock in the reflection of the mirror.
"Our baby is gonna be a lot cuter," Hawk mumbled in her ear.
She held back a moan as she knew what that meant. She was about to get bred in the middle of the mall, in a dingy little dressing room that barely fit the three of them inside. Her cunt walls clenched at the mere suggestion, making Hawk chuckle under his breath.
"Dirty girl," he muttered, still pounding her ass. They were lucky the thunderous claps of his hips meeting her ass were drowned out by the generic pop music playing over their speakers. "You love that I'm fucking this pussy raw, don't you? In a place someone could find us so easily, too."
She nodded, doing everything to keep herself quiet except slapping her hands over her face because she needed them braced against the mirror. They'd stayed glued there since he pushed her to bend forward after stripping herself of the dress she'd been trying on. It was beautiful but perhaps too flattering for her boyfriends to contain their excitement any longer. She let out a strangled moan from the back of her throat as she watched Miguel in the mirror.
He was sitting on the little bench, relaxed against the wall as he languidly pumped his cock, patiently waiting for his turn with her. His eyes were focused on her body, watching the way Hawk made her tits bounce out of her bra and her belly jiggled with every impact of his hips against her rear. He was practically hypnotized by her figure but aware enough to stop himself from coming too soon, edging himself until it was time for him to come.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" Hawk grunted, hands sliding up to hold onto Reader's waist. He grabbed on tightly and pulled her back into his thrusts, making him hit the special spot deep inside her a lot harder. He watched her eyes roll up in the mirror and smirked. "You wanted to get this pretty cunt bred in public, didn't you?"
She slurred a response, falling into a pit of pure pleasure as he repeatedly hit that spot. In the end, she nodded despite it having never been a thought until about ten minutes ago.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he groaned, speeding up his movements. "I'm gonna come. Gonna come in this wet, needy cunt and put a baby in you."
"Please," she tried to whisper. As the pleasure rose, tears brimmed her eyes and she was beginning to see the end in sight - except she knew better in the depth of her mind. One orgasm wasn't going to be enough and she was hardly done. "Please, come inside me. Get me pregnant, Eli."
"I'm gonna, don't worry, beautiful- oh fuck," he seethed, trying to remember they could very well get caught. The last thing he wanted was some store employee using a master key to get into the dressing room and see him balls-deep in his girlfriend, promising to get her pregnant. "Fucking take it."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his last, hard thrust, holding her against him as he began unloading into her tight cunt. As soon as the first rope splashed against her cervix, he pressed on her clit and started drawing circles onto it, making her come with him in a matter of seconds.
Now she slapped a hand over her mouth as she moaned, unable to hold them back any longer. Her eyes rolled up as she shook in his hold, hearing his voice as he muttered sweet nothings into her ear but she couldn't listen to what he was saying. It felt too nice.
Reader only came back to earth as he was pulling out of her, panting hard as she relied on the mirror affixed to the wall to hold her up. Her legs were shaking, a little bit of cum leaking out of her cunt and creeping down her thigh sending a shiver up her spine. As she assessed herself in the mirror, her lips swollen from biting them so hard, she saw Miguel stand up with his angry cock still in hand.
It was bright red at the tip and leaking pre everywhere, making sure she saw it as he came closer until he stood behind her. Hawk held one of her hips and pressed his other hand against her back, gently guiding her into presenting her used, creamy cunt to their boyfriend.
"She's all yours, man," Hawk chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.
Miguel ran a thumb along her folds before pulling them apart to take a look at her sweet pussy. He licked his lips and pushed his thumb in, making her gasp before pulling it out and putting it in his mouth. The mixed cum of both his partners exploded in his mouth and he moaned, pulling his thumb from his mouth with an audible, wet pop.
"Taste so good, mi amor," he complimented, rubbing her bare ass for a moment. Then he led his tip to her entrance and teased her by rubbing it through her folds. "Ready for more?"
She nodded desperately. "Yes, yes. I'm always ready for you, Miggy."
"Good," he said and pushed into her. In one thrust, he buried the entirety of his thick cock in her velvet walls, tipping his head back and groaning from the back of his throat. Then his head was pulled to the side, a hand in his curly hair, and a hard kiss was smacked against his lips.
Hawk didn't want them to get caught in all seriousness and knew they were pushing their luck the longer they stayed there. So he decided to keep Miguel, who could never be quiet, well, quiet. He ate up his boyfriend's moans and the kiss kickstarted Miguel's softer yet still firm thrusts into Reader.
She took her lower lip in between her teeth again knowing she was in for another ride. Her sensitive cunt was already clenching up and they all knew she'd have at least one more orgasm before it was over with. They all hoped it would be in their greatest interest though because they weren't just doing this for fun. Reader knew her boyfriends were one hundred percent serious when it came to breeding her fat cunt, and she couldn't be more excited about it.
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𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬
jeong yunho x gn!reader
1.1k words, friends 2 friends who cuddle ?, one bed trope, fluff, humor, like two swear words cuz who am i without cursing, snuggling, consequences of yunho being Tall (implied that reader is shorter than yunho)
a/n: im sorry that this kinda sucks ass but yeah,, one bed trope :')
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'm going to hate this,” Jeong Yunho swore as his head poked up into the attic space, eyes wide in horror.
When the inn owners said that the attic was hardly an attic, they unfortunately were not exaggerating. It was close to a crawl space, with just enough room for you to stand up straight, and outfitted with an extra long twin bed, nightstand and lamp, a pillow, and two large sherpa wool blankets. The bed was fitted beneath the slope of the roof because the entire space wasn't even large enough to put the bed in the middle.
You were starting to sweat, and considering there wasn't even heating up here, you raced to calm your nerves. “It'll be fine,” you said with a small, anxious laugh.
Yunho moved his terrified eyes up to you. “Respectfully? I'm gonna go sleep in the storm.”
When he moved to descend the ladder, you slid on your knees to grab hold of his wrist. “Come on, big guy. It's one night.”
“Yn, what if I said I was claustrophobic, huh?” He whined, but reluctantly followed you all the way up the ladder and into the attic. He straightened—big mistake. You heard the loud thump as his head met the roof, and grimaced. “Oooow!”
You hissed and reached over to gently rub the place that began to smart when he leaned down. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he whimpered. “Can I sleep in the lobby?”
Around ten minutes later, after many trials and tribulations and head bonks, you and Yunho somehow transferred your duffle bags up the ladder and into your glorified crawl space. They took up the space just beside the ladder and at the foot of the bed, and as you stared at said twin bed, you wondered if Yunho's legs would even fit on it.
Most likely not.
In fact, you were certain that two people couldn't even fit on the bed unless they were either on top of each other or packed together like sardines.
You reminded yourself that it was only going to be one night. This was what the two of you got for leaving five hours after everyone else, just to get caught in tonight's awful storm and stuck with the only “room” available for miles. In retrospect, it was your fault. Yunho had been generous enough in offering to stay behind with you until you finished your last exam.
“You can have the bed,” you told him as you were both crouched by your bags to grab clothes to sleep in. Despite your realization about your counterpart's long limbs and the bed's shortcomings, you wanted to extend an offer of chivalry.
Yunho twisted around and sent you an incredulous look. “What?”
“You drove us up here,” you replied with a shrug. You swiftly draped your sleep clothes over one arm and gathered your bag of toiletries in the other. “And you waited for me to finish my exam and you're kinda being dealt the short end of the stick with this room.”
He sat down on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, and though his face was still pulled into the same expression, he laughed. “Yn, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're gonna fit better on that bed than I will.”
You pursed your lips, gazing over at the narrow slot on the floor between the other sloping roof and the bed. That was the only other place someone could sleep in this room. “I don't want you to sleep on the floor though.”
“I know I was complaining, but don't worry about it,” he reassured as he turned back to dig through his duffle. He flicked his wrist blindly in your direction. “You can wash up first; I'll set everything up.”
Since he left little to no room for argument, you resolved to do as he suggested. There was a community washroom on the floor below that you made your way toward. As unfortunate as your accommodation was for the night, you were eager to head back up and go to sleep. Yours and Yunho's friends were all waiting at Seonghwa's cabin already, and perhaps it wasn't just exhaustion that made you antsy for this night to get a move on.
You and Yunho just needed to get through tonight. It would be fine.
When you returned to the attic crawl space, Yunho had everything set up as he said he would. He'd found an extra set of sheets from one of the downstairs closets and laid it on the ground by the bed, then rationed one of the blankets for himself and the other for you on the bed.
You let out a tired sigh and trudged over to the bed to grab the pillow from where it rested on the headboard. You set the pillow instead at the head of Yunho's sleeping situation, then balled up one of your jackets to use as your own pillow. Once satisfied, you climbed into bed, and you were out like a light.
Everything was hazy as you emerged from deep sleep to confused half-consciousness. The room was descended into darkness, the sounds of light rain drumming steadily against the sloped rooftop above your head. Your brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton—why had you suddenly woken up?
Then you heard it.
“Achoo.” Then another one. And another one.
Even half dead, your brain could put two and two together. You rolled over slightly to wave your arm over the side of the bed, hand flapping around until you bumped Yunho's shoulder. “Hey, Yunho.”
Another sneeze.
“Yun, get your butt up here.”
He grunted. “'m fine.”
“You're gonna get sick,” you grumbled with your face half squished against your jacket zipper. That was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. “Come up here, for fuck's sake.”
He made another noise, perhaps of acknowledgment, before you heard sounds of movement.
You kept your eyes half-lidded to keep as much light out as possible, and rolled over again. As he crawled onto his knees, and then his feet, you opened up your blanket to him so he could join you.
“Pillow,” he slurred—you whined when it hit you in the face. “Sorry.”
In a drowsy drugged tango, you swapped your jacket out for the pillow and Yunho wormed his way onto the bed beneath your blanket. You scooted as close to the wall as you could, but even then, Yunho was pressed flush against you. His arms came around your waist, his nose wedging itself between your neck and shoulder until he was comfortable.
“Your feet are cold,” you muttered. “Get them under the blanket.”
“Too tall.”
“Show off.”
He huffed out a puff of air against your neck like a laugh, then tucked his knees up slightly to fit under the blanket. Your legs were now tangled among his, your bodies curled tightly together. In the morning, you would rationalize it out as creating body heat to prevent either of you from getting sick.
When movement stopped, you voiced into the darkness, “Better?”
A content sigh. “Better.”
Maybe this accommodation wasn't so bad after all.
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Dunno if u have seen it but I’d really love ur version of the NSFW alphabet for Spencer Reid
(Not sure if that really counts as a Drabble or a super long headcanon. I tried to go thru ur blog and I didn’t see where u had done 1 before!!)
ON IT!!!
doing it with sub!spencer ofc<3
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): super sleepy and cuddly, just wants you to hold him and kiss him and play with his hair. also goes borderline nonverbal, just wants to be in your company.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his favourite body part on himself is honestly probably his brain ngl BUT otherwise i'd say his hair, he takes good care of his hair and takes the time to make sure it looks nice so i'd say his hair. as for on you probably your hips or eyes, your eyes is the answer he tells people but actually he just loves gripping your hips and pinching the fatty skin there and placing kisses on your hipbones.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): loves cumming in you. so much. but also loves cumming on you, more specifically cumming on your pussy after fucking you, the way it looks running over you just making his head spin.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): pervert. not a creepy pervert but still a pervert. will stick around if he walks in on you changing, stare at your boobs and ass when he thinks you don't see him, shamefully touches your underwear for longer than he should when he's doing laundry, will spend a good while scanning your body while you sleep, especially if you're wearing shorts or a tank top.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): not experienced. has no idea what he's doing. he tries his best and learns fast but he needs a lot of guidance and care but he prefers you taking control anyway.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): cowgirl. nothing beats getting ridden in his mind, the sight of you on top of him, your boobs bouncing with each thrust and the way you gripped his waist.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): i wouldn't say he's serious but he's not humorous either, whenever your touching him he just becomes a moaning mess and can hardly think for himself, just completely lost in the pleasure.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): not shaved bald but definitely trimmed, if not for your benefit then definitely for his own.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): soooo lovey, just holding you and kissing you and snuggling into you and telling you that he loves you and thanking you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): definitely jerks off a lot when you're apart because he just gets really sexually frustrated without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): mommy kink!!!
L = Location (favorite places to do the do): bed first, always, it's just more private and intimate but he also likes it on the couch but that's more of a spur of the moment thing.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): anything and everything. you smiled at him? horny. kissed him? extra horny. hugged him? horny. literally anything you do can get him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): blindfolds on him for obvious reasons, also domming, he just can't do it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): giving all the way!!! even if he's not that good at it he puts his heart and soul into it. more often than not he gets carried away and forgets he's trying to get you to cum bcs he just loves to taste you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): loves it fast but not too rough if that makes sense? like he doesn't wanna hurt afterwards and whenever he's on top he just gets so caught up that he can't help but fuck you desperately.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): likes them a lot and however often you're up for it, especially before work. definitely walks into that building with a real pep in his step after a quickie in the morning.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): definitely game to experiment with a lot of things you wanna try, but nothing too crazy like he wouldn't be into slapping or extreme bondage, but a little tying up he's game for.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): not many. he gets easily overwhelmed and overstimulated bcs he's just so sensitive. can go three rounds at very best.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't own toys himself but if you do he uses them on you, more specifically if you had a vibrator he'd use it on you when you're tired. also let's you use a vibrator on him, the feeling of it pressed to his tip making him cum embarrassingly fast. not to forget pegging, would let you peg him or use a dildo on him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not at all, you're more the one to tease him but he doesn't have enough patience or self control to tease you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): very loud and doesn't even realise it, he just gets so lost in his own mind that he can't even hear himself.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): loves being bitten by you, not aggressively enough that it hurts too bad but if he was on top and you bit into his shoulder when you came he'd definitely follow quick after.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): around 7 inches, not too thick but not too thin either, curved upwards slightly, the prettiest pink tip and not overly veiny but definitely a few. also i feel like he has pretty nipples idc.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): very high, needy alllllll the time like could go at it at the drop of a hat it doesn't matter what time of day he could be rock hard in seconds for you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): pretty quickly depending on the time, if it was one of those morning quickies ofc he can't but otherwise he tries to stay awake but never manages to actually stay awake that often.
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Broom Cupboard Activities
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pairing: theodore nott x female reader
warnings: smut, fluff, cursing
summary: you and theo abandon a slytherin party and sneak into a nearby broom cupboard, a makeout session leads to more ;) - requested by anon
a/n: thank you for this request, i love writing for theo sm, i hope you enjoy xx!
song: sex, drugs, etc. - beach weather
You and Theodore were dancing together at another Slytherin party. They had just won a Quidditch match against Gryffindor.
You had on a tight, short silk dark green dress. Theo had worn a black suit and a green tie to match you.
The music was loud and you had to ask Theo to repeat what he said, since you could hardly hear.
"Want to sneak away, love?"
"Of course," you smile at him. He takes your hand in his and you squeeze past all of the students in the common room.
You guys finally make it past everyone and speed walk in the corridor, giggling like little children.
Theo spots a broom cupboard and pulls you in with him.
The doors shut behind him and he pushes you against them.
"I love you," he whispers and connects his soft lips to yours.
One hand of his is on the door, next to your head, the other he uses to wrap around your waist and pull you towards him.
His tongue slides against your lip and you open your mouth for him.
You bring your arms up onto his shoulders and run your fingers through his soft and fluffy hair.
"I love you too," you pull back to whisper before connect your mouths again. You feel him smile into the kiss, bringing a smile onto yours as well.
He groans when you tug on the ends of his hair. You push him back and move him so that he is now pushed against the wall.
You two had limited space because of the size of the cupboard, and you couldn't see much since it was so dark.
You start kissing his neck and jaw. Continuing your kisses, you take off the top of his suit, followed by his shirt.
You suck on his neck and collar, leaving hickeys to form.
His breathing picks up as you trail your kisses down his chest, running your fingers along his toned stomach.
You drop to your knees, and Theo looks down at you. He mutters a spell to make the floor feel softer for your knees. You smile up at him in thanks and start to undo his belt.
You get it off and pull his trousers down. You start palming him and he lets out a low groan as hit eyes flutter shut. You grin seeing how hard he is.
"Please, my love"
You then slide his boxers down, and take him in your hand. You slowly start pumping him and he releases a moan.
"Shh, love, you don't want us do get caught do you?"
He shakes his head and bits his lip to conceal any noises threatening to leave him. You whisper a silencing spell while hes distracted by your hand just in case.
"Fuck, sweetheart, I n-need your m-mouth"
You nod your head and kiss his tip and his head drops back onto the wall.
You lick him a few times, just to tease him.
"Darling, please," he begs.
"Okay," you whisper.
You take him in your mouth. Perks of having no gag reflex. He accidentally lets a loud moan slip. He prays to Merlin there isn't anyone by, still unbeknownst to the fact that you silenced the cupboard.
He brings his hands to your hair as you bob your head, sucking him off. You pull back and blow on his hard cock, he shudders and whimpers when you swirl your tongue on is tip.
You take him back in your mouth and run your fingers up and down his thigh.
"Oh my fuck, you look so pretty like this," he groans.
He bites so hard on his lips as you work your talented, talented mouth.
"Shit, I-I'm going t-to c-cum," he whimpers.
You don't stop, only here and there for about two seconds so you can breathe.
"Ah, shit, darling, I-I"m cu-" he start but a moan is released from him as he releases in your mouth.
He watches as you swallow all of it, his breathe are ragged and you lick his tip, cleaning any cum left on him.
You stand up and lip your lips, he almost moans at the sight.
He brings his hand to your neck and pulls you into a sweet kiss as a way of thanking you without speaking words.
"Your mouth does wonders," he grins breathlessly.
"Why thank you, Mr. Nott"
"I'll pay you back for that later," he winks.
"I'll hold you to that," you kiss his cheek.
He puts his clothes back on and you say a spell to make yourselves look like you both haven't done anything.
"You know, I used a silencing spell," you inform him, stepping out of the closet.
He grabs your hand and follows you.
"You cruel, cruel woman"
You laugh and drag him back to the party.
Once you successfully make your way back in, you see Blaise walk up to the two of you.
"You guys are disgusting," he fake throws up and points his finger back and forth between the two of you.
"Oh shove off, mate," Theo smacks his head.
He shakes his head and holds up his hand as he walks away.
"So, dance with me again?"
You smile and take his hand that he held out to you. He brings you back to where people were dancing and you too let loose as you just enjoy each other's presence.
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okay chat maybe him like getting jealous
Assuming you’re the anon who asked about Spooky
Him this episode >>>>>>>>>>
I've seen posts before about Spooky and people say he'd pull out a gun and start swearing when he's jealous and really show his ass but honestly? I don't think that's accurate
I haven't watched OMB in a hot minute and Netflix is being some hoes rn so forgive me if I'm wrong but wasn't he incredibly patient?
He was patient with Cesar and with Cesar’s friends. I don't recall him ever losing his temper and going insane besides season 4 when he heard people fucking shit up outside
Spooky gives me the silent jealous type. Silent but also petty
Like if you came back to him after talking to a guy he'd say some petty shit like “thought you'd be around him all day”
“That's your man now, right?” “Stop being childish”
You could tell when he's jealous though cause you'd feel him staring at you the whole time
I could also see him clearing his throat loud as hell if you're nearby to both get your attention and introduce him to whoever it is you're talking to
It's gotta be a guy he doesn't know cause realistically what Santo is dumb enough to flirt with you?
I feel like I'm expected to say he'd have this huge outburst but Oscar doesn't give me that vibe. He's pretty patient and I think especially if y'all have been together for an extended amount of time, he'd feel secure enough to know you won't do some foul shit
I feel like someone touching you would cause him to immediately get involved. He'd walk over and physically take their hand off of you while pulling you closer to him or behind him
And let's be real, no one is dumb enough to try shit with him. He's 6’1 and known as the leader of the Santos
But if someone did try him because they're drunk or whatever, I feel that even though he's jealous he'd still put your safety first. His jealousy would go to the back of his mind and he'd try to get you out in case shit gets intense
Another situation he'd step in is if you're visibly uncomfortable. Typically if someone's flirting with you, he knows you can handle it but if you're so obviously uncomfortable then he'd step in and get you away
I feel like if you're dating Oscar your safety would go over everything so while he's still a man and wants to play all big and bad in whoever's face, getting you away is his biggest priority
“Are you jealous?” “Should I be?” “No” then he'd nod or smth
Now let's say you're hanging around a new guy a lot. Would he get jealous? Probably. He's a guy.
This is a different situation ‘cause he's not seeing anything. He can't pull you away. What does he do?
Short answer; nothing. Long answer; he doesn't seem like the type to be so jealous he'd snoop on your phone or follow you because relationships require trust and if you caught him, you'd be upset. I could see him asking questions about the guy and then denying he's jealous ‘cause “I have nothing to be jealous about”
And it's like??? Are you telling me that or telling yourself that?
Over time it'd become obvious he's feeling a certain way. You'd say you're gonna hang out with whoever the guy is and he'd just make a “mmm” sound instead of actually responding
“Something wrong?” “I didn't say anything” “Exactly”. Eventually it'd come out though
And the idea of him flirting with someone else to make you jealous comes up but I don't think that'd happen. He hardly has any relationships besides his gang which means he hardly has any close relationships. He has the kids, who he's like an older brother too (or literally an older brother to) and Mario (and we don't know how much they interact) so I don't see him risking a relationship just to be on petty shit
He'd say smth petty but flirting with someone else just as payback for some shit you can't control? Nah
You could probably calm him down easily just by being near him. Making jokes about him being jealous would help also because it's you acknowledging that you see how he feels without having a sappy ass conversation
I feel like this is so anticlimactic and disappointing but realistically I don't see him flipping his shit. He's 19-25, which could make him a bit immature but 1) he's grown up quickly so I think he can handle his emotions. 2) He has two strikes already. He's not popping his shit and risking life in prison because he was jealous. And 3) he knows you know where home is.
He gets jealous, sure, but all those reasons stacked together makes him act calm, only getting somewhat aggressive if someone is touching you or making you uncomfortable. He’s more petty than anything
Quick story time. So I got away from my abusive dad when I was 13-14, right. I was also obsessed with Spooky. Tell me why my therapist said “I think you love him so much because he’s a strong and scary guy and in your head he’d protect you if your dad came back for you”. The way I almost blocked her-
I’m still seeing her years later😃
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drabble inspired by the little crumb of balladeer we got from the arlecchino animated short because what the FUCK man he's literally my pookie the loml the /gunshot
a/n: can i please put him in my pocket i want to kiss him silly omg my babygirl
"stop looking at me like that."
you don't. you just smile more instead, face practically hurting from your jubilee; and the reason, scaramouche's current attire.
he's dressed up, the rare sight of the oh-so prickly harbinger without his trusty hat, instead almost swallowed up by the fur of his coat's hood.
it's just so endearing that you can't help but kiss him senseless, earning an irritated (but not disagreeable) huff from him, before not-so-subtly pulling you closer to him by your waist when you mention how cold you're getting.
(yeah, he tolerates you—your ass; who was the clingy one here?)
the two of you look ridiculous covered by his gigantic coat, like two cats trying to seek warmth, but something tells you scaramouche doesn't mind at all.
though you're pretty sure you've burnt the sight deep into your retinas by now, you look at him even more just to be sure. "can i not admire my very, very handsome, and cute, and loveable, and amazing lover?"
he bristles up from the comment against your embrace, despite not being cold at all, a strange reaction given that the cold is biting at your face. his cheeks are red like the red around his eyes. "shut up. you should be ashamed of your shamelessness."
you press your mouth shut, or else he'd continue to (fruitlessly) berate you for your idiocy—you don't believe any of it, because this rare initiation of affection by your rarely affectionate harbinger is something reserved for your eyes only.
"don't want to though." you drawl, letting yourself relax against his firm, clumsy hold. scaramouche chases your warmth, withholds it within his grasp and never lets you go. "i should be proud of having such a wonderful lover, no? you look especially handsome today with that coat of yours."
"...i don't know why i put up with you." he snarks, but the gentle hold his hands take over your waist says otherwise.
not that you'd want to, of course. he was so ridiculously contradictory that you can't help but fall even harder for your cynically standoffish boyfriend.
"mhm. i love you too." he shuts his eyes when you fix at his hair to kiss his forehead, making sure to linger just a bit longer. you can hardly resist him, after all.
any normal person this close in the balladeer's line of contact, especially in such a vulnerable position would be annihilated immediately. luckily for you, your status as his one and only partner grants you benefits other people would never get to experience.
like now, as you're granted temporary immunity from the cold of his quarters near the zapolyarny palace, with your bodies sharing in each other's warmth, your boyfriend finding it completely normal and fine almost suffocating you with his tight hold over you in your shared embrace.
really, if he wanted to cuddle, he should've just asked. but since you know he wouldn't be caught dead whispering his desire for your attention out loud (you found that out early on when you woke up to him muttering murmurs of hushed, tender i love yous that still make your heart melt when you think about it when now), you suppose you can indulge him as you always do.
"i heard that today's the succession of the knave." you muse, to which he responds to with silence, to which you'd prefer his constant stream of insults towards the fatui's questionable title bestowments.
instead, all he gives you is a simple hum, opting to bury his face in your shoulder, and you can feel goosebumps raise from the feel of his hair and the fur of his coat. "it's just a ceremony with the jester and that irritating witch. and that captain."
you laugh. he really couldn't hold his tongue when signora was mentioned.
"well. why are you still here, then? should you get it over with before coming back?"
"..." he grumbles something about "being subjected to people he can't tolerate"—you're used to it by now, so you only lift your head and position yourself to put your chin above his head. "it'd be better if i'd stay with you beforehand. it'd save me the early irritation."
you laugh. when will he ever stop talking in riddles? before cradling his cheeks in your palms, pinching them just a bit, earning you a zap that's more warning than threatening. "sure, sure."
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Lavender Haze
A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au
Summary- You were in your freshmen year when Wanda and Natasha took an interest in you. Now in your junior year, you are their roommate but things aren't as simple as they seem.
Behind closed door, you become their plaything. Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn't. Only time can tell if you will survive this toxic arrangement or not?
Warning - choking, humiliation, slapping, reader in trouble, wandanat are toxic as hell, they love reader in their own way but not much, dom/sub undertone etc
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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, one leg draped over the big panda stuff toy you got yourself last summer. Wanda and Natasha had mocked you for it but you didn't care, the purpose of the toy was very clear, being squeezed to death. Every night when you had it in a suffocating grip or one leg draped over it as you drift to sleep, you would mentally flip a bird off to the couple with whom you shared this three bedroom duplex apartment.
"What the.." You panicked when you were lifted off from the bed and in the air, flaying your arms, you tried to find the ground, your toes brushing against it slightly. Before you could make much out of it, you were dragged outside and toward the kitchen, you knew it was Natasha and the glimpse of her red hair confirmed it. She had quite a habit of manhandling her way around you. They both do but Natasha was more efficient at it.
Your sleepy eyes caught the other half of the couple sitting on the kitchen stool, her fingers tapping against the screen of her phone. Natasha dropped you on the floor, not too gently. "Ow.. fuck yo-" Before you could even finish the sentence, the back of Wanda's hand collided with your cheek. Instantly tears welled up in your eyes, the sleep long gone.
"2." Wanda simply reminded you of the number of chances you have left before you get in serious trouble and you ignored the uneasy feeling that creeped up your stomach at the thought. Her weird rules about unnecessary swearing somehow only seemed to apply on you but not her own girlfriend who had a mouth of a sailor when she would be in her zone. Sometimes you wondered was it because of her frustration of not getting her way around Natasha that made her double down on you.
You ignored the strawberry blonde in front of you and took in the smell of cocoa in the kitchen, "What is it? Ooh pancakes- Ouch, Natty Please." You whimpered in pain when fingers tangled in your hair, tugging on the roots, you hand instantly wrapped around Natasha's trying to ease the tugging but your strength was nothing compared to hers.
"I came to make breakfast for your ungrateful little ass and look what I found!" Natasha turned your head toward the sink and you whimpered more at the sight of the dishes from last night than at the burning in your scalp. Natasha had told you to do the dishes and you had snapped at her, promising to do it later but you never got the time as Wanda had grabbed you to watch a movie, falling asleep there in her arm as she would massage your scalp. You wanted to blame Wanda but knowing that it would not only earn you a good smacking from Natasha but Wanda too.
"I am sorry. I will do it now." You pleaded hoping she would let go off your hair now but the woman hardly paid a heed to her grip, instead decided to reward you with a condescending look as she stared you down, "You lack too much of the cognitive ability to remember a simple task, Darling. I hardly doubt you have the motor coordination to perform it." Natasha mocked and Wanda snickered from behind you. You ignored the way your eyes started to tear up, hoping to hold it back before they could prey on it as well.
Natasha noticed the tears in your eyes and feigned a warm smile, slowly leaning in toward your ear, "For now, I will handle it and later you will pay me back by doing the only one thing you are good at." She pulled back and watched the look of embarrassment tinted with desire on your face, just as she expected. "A pretty little slut." Wanda chirped in and your face went a shade darker, you avoided Natasha's gaze when she chuckled at the remark made by her girlfriend.
"Go wash up and come eat breakfast." Natasha patted your cheek, gently urging you to listen and you nodded quickly, anything to get you away from the duo. You went to dash out of the kitchen but before you could make even three proper steps, a hand grabbed the collar of the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you almost over the counter, you almost choked on your own saliva, "Forgetting something?" Wanda asked, one of her sculpted eyebrows raised in question and you felt timid under her strong gaze before leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, earning a pleased smile from her that left you giddy. "Good. Now shoo." Wanda let go and you made your way out to the washroom.
You would always greet Wanda with a kiss on her cheek in the morning, it was sort of a part of your routine now and as well as Wanda's and God forbid if someone messes with her routine. It was a moment of affection that was not frowned upon by neither her girlfriend nor her. Never allowed to touch those lips though, you weren't complaining either. You were fine with how things were between the three of you.
You were in your first year when you met them in the orientation programme. They were your seniors and after hanging out a few times, they offered to share their place with you when they learned that you were looking for a place to rent. Except they refused to take the rent as the place was owned by Natasha. Every month, it would take a whole lot of begging just to get them to take your share of the rent. It was a nice place. You had your own room. Your own space that they rarely invaded. You didn't exactly recall when you became a part of their arrangement, but it happened after a few months of you moving in with them.
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You walked back into the kitchen, Natasha was working on her laptop in front of Wanda, while she talked to her about some upcoming event in her department. For a moment you stayed in the doorway, not sure if Natasha was still annoyed at you. Wanda patted the stool next to her when she noticed your presence and you instantly made your way over there, your eyes fixated on the plate of pancakes in front of you.
You let out a groan, the first bite melting in your mouth and you couldn't help but do your little dance at the sight of the three more pancake stacked in your plate, you couldn't wait to devour them all. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda looking at you but your focus remained on the cakes, "This is really good." You told Natasha, never failing to complement her cooking and she gave you a soft smile before replying to Wanda's question. They were talking about the upcoming fests in the college, being part of various clubs they had been pretty busy. You didn't care much about it and focused on your breakfast.
You were putting some orange juice in your glass while taking a bite of the pancake but the jug bumped into the glass, not expecting the jug to be heavy and you watched as the glass started wobbling a little before falling in your lap. "Oh shoot." You panicked at the dark spot forming on the white hoodie, your eyes widen in fear when you realised that it belonged to none other than Natasha. Wanda instantly took the jug from your hand before you could make any more of a mess. "Y/N!" Wanda grabbed some tissues trying to soak up the spilled juice and you stood there in fear and it was proven right when Natasha's hand grabbed you by your ear harshly, "Didn't I tell you that you can't eat in my clothes?" Natasha asked, her eyes flaring with aggrevation and you winced closing your eyes both at the pain and as well as her expression.
"I-I would have worn something else but you woke me-"
"Oh so now it is my fault?" She twisted your ear a little more while simultaneously pulling you up along and you stood on your tippy toes to avoid the pain. "Answer her, silly." Wanda's words broke the silence as she threw the dirty tissues on the slab. "I should have made her clean it with her tongue." Natasha twisted your ear one last time before letting go of it with a push.
Your hand instantly shot up to rub the pain away with tears once again welling up in your eyes, the morning kept getting worse for you,"That would have definitely work with her." Wanda agreed as she swatted her hand away from your ear, giving you a pointed look which turned into a sadistic one as she took notice of the teary eyed look on your face. Things would take such fast turns whenever you were with them. One moment it would be peaceful and the next they would be pouncing on you about something.
"Off." Natasha gave out her command and you slowly fiddled with the hem of the hoodie, knowing very well that she would not even allow you the privilege of going to your room and changing. "Now." Wanda reinforced her order and your hands pushed the soft yet wet material off yourself, instantly goosebumps raising on your skin.
Natasha took the material from your hand, "You are not allowed to wear anything till Monday. You can stay like this only." She told you sternly and you opened your mouth to protest, "But I am sorry Natty, I really didn't mean to. I change out of it before breakfast everyday!" You whined at her declaration and gulped when the two of them raised one of their eyebrows at the same time.
They both sometimes subconsciously seem to mimic each other's action and you wanted anything but have the attention of the duo in a negative sense like that, any other day you would love to have them dotting on you.
"Don't you think your mouth is running a little too much today?" Wanda asked harshly, her hand grabbing your cheeks in a vice grip and you struggled to get out of her reach. "I-I am sorry!" You pleaded through your teary eyes and Wanda let go of your cheeks and moved onto your neck, "Apologise to her." She turned your head towards Natasha and you felt your cheeks reddened at the way you were getting treated. You didn't dare to complain about it, knowing that your ass was on line.
"I am sorry, Natasha..Please forgive me." You apologised hoping she would change her mind. She couldn't be serious about something like that but then again it wasn't the first time she had come up with something outrageous to punish you.
Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, you could tell she was still upset as she sighed, "Not until Monday. I don't want any whining from you. You don't deserve this privilege until you learn some etiquettes." She further added and you nodded quietly watching as she left the room to wash the clothing, leaving you alone with her strawberry blonde counterpart.
"It's you own fault." Wanda drawled after observing you from her position on the stool for a while and you wanted to snap at her and let her know that you already know but decided otherwise knowing she would jump at the opportunity to punish you some more.
"I know." You muttered successfully holding back the sass from your statement and Wanda stared at you for a few second, trying to figure out if you were being sassy or genuine. Her eyes ran down your body, deciding whether you were worthy enough for attention or not.
"You will catch a cold if you keep wearing this." Wanda's finger hooked onto the strap of your bra pulling it a little before letting it snap on your shoulder, making you wince at the sharp sting causing a satisfactory smile on her lips.
"It's not wet." You pushed her hand away a little harsher than necessary and Wanda instantly took notice of the fact. "Huh." She let out a scoff, probably at your audacity and you watched in shock as she picked up the almost empty glass of your orange juice and tipped it down on your chest. "What the..Wanda.." You tried pulling away but her other hand held in your place, halting your movement, all you could do was squirm at the feeling of the liquid dripping down your chest, your nipples hardening by the cold temperature of the liquid.
"Is it wet enough for you?" She asked over her shoulder as she turn to place the glass away, not wanting to risk another damage perhaps. "Off." The familiar order hit you again and you took a sharp inhale, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with fear hitting your senses at her tone.
You got a moment to yourself when Natasha came back in the kitchen, her eyes falling to your wet chest a little confused but one glance at Wanda whose eyes were clouded with lust, her own expression turned into a familiar one. "Do we need to repeat everything today?" Wanda asked, using her sharp nails to turn your face toward her. "You are really getting on my nerves, Detka."
When you realised that your pleading would only fall to deaf ears, you reached back with your hands to slowly unclasp your bra, your bare chest presented to their hungry gaze. "Much better.. isn't?" Wanda asked and you looked up at her, the feeling of humiliation turning your your cheeks a bright shade of red.
"It is." Natasha answered while, her gaze fixated on your bare chest. You reached forward to cover your body but she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, your upper half colliding with her covered body but you made sure to not stay touching with her not wanting to ruin any more of her clothes and face her wrath, although a part of you wanted to move closer to the warmth of her body.
You started into Natasha's eyes when you suddenly felt Wanda behind you, effectively trapping you between the duo. You felt much smaller next to them especially when you had literally no clothes on compared to them. "Let me go." You whispered softly but Natasha chose to ignore it as she leaned forward a bit, "Do you really want that?" She asked, her finger lightly tracing down your cheek to jaw which you immediately clenched when Wanda's hand cupped your breast, softly squeezing the flesh.
When Natasha started leaning in more, you closed your eyes thinking she was going to kiss you but it never occurred as she kissed Wanda whose head was next to you and you didn't understand the unfamiliar emotion that hit you. Of course she wasn't going to kiss you. They have never kissed you. Before you could ponder more on the thought, it vanished the moment Wanda pinched your nipple and you let out a whimper which was covered by Wanda's moan to Natasha's kiss.
Natasha's hand grabbed you by your hip to turn you around while she continued kissing Wanda, the sight had you mesmerized to even care about how they were again manhandling their way around you. Now you were looking up at Wanda who had her eyes closed as Natasha devoured her lips. You shuddered at the chill going up your spine. Natasha's hand started playing with your chest. "N-Nat.." You moaned softly only for it to become a whimper when she squeezed your hardened nub.
"Shh." Wanda pushed her finger on your lips, quietening you as Natasha moved to her neck. It made you feel small. Insignificant in their whole dynamic but once again you hardly had time to process the emotion as Natasha pushed Wanda back on the stool to sit. Her whole neck was covered with bite marks. Some of them were freshly made by Natasha while others were fading away, You have never seen Wanda without them. Natasha had always been on the rougher side between the two of them. More territorial.
It reminded you of the time when you had accidentally in your lust bitten Wanda too hard, creating a similar mark which Natasha hadn't appreciated at all. All week Natasha had been so rough with you, Wanda had also notice that and took special care of you that week. It was perhaps the first time you had witnessed the softer side of Wanda, maybe that was the reason you had more of an inclination toward her than Natasha.
"Gorgeous.. isn't she?" Natasha whispered in your ear, one of her hand placed on your neck, her fingers holding your head in place to look at Wanda. Her other arm was wrapped around your waist, completely trapping you against her warm body.
You slowly nodded your head as much as her hold allowed it. Wanda's cheeks were flushed, she was staring into Natasha's eyes and you felt as if you were a mere spectator of the show rather than a part. "Why don't we put that tongue to a better use? Huh?" Natasha asked or more like stated and before you could even make up your mind, she pushed you down on your knees in front of Wanda, putting your hand on Wanda's shorts before moving her hands to her body.
You looked up at Wanda for permission and she raised her hips, letting you slide the material down her smooth thighs, you abandoned the clothing and ran your hand up her calves to her thigh that convulsed under the touch. Wanda instantly moved her hand into your hair, her grip tight, tugging on your roots. You started at her for a moment and the realisation of how stunning she was hit you again. She was an epitome of elegance despite of being in such provacating position, she still held the gracefulness of a Queen.
"Play nicely." Natasha whispered to her and her grip eased at little and you were glad for it, no way you could please her with her tight hold on you. She placed her foot on your shoulder and your eyes met her, you knew what she wanted and never the one to deny her , you started placing kisses up her calf muscles, slowly sucking the skin while making sure to not leave a single mark for Natasha to find out later, you moved upward, worshipping every inch of her just as she desired.
You finally came close to her wet center, the sight had you dripping in your own panties. You slowly started placing kisses on her inner thigh and around her pussy but never where she needed you the most. Wanda's nail dug into your scalp and you winced at the pain, you could feel Natasha's leg on your back as she went closer to Wanda effectively muffling her whine with her lips. You would have teased her a bit more but Natasha's hand forced your head in and the last thing you wanted was to piss her off some more.
You parted Wanda's thighs a bit more and licked your way up her folds and was rewarded with more of juice that gushed out of her, groaning in pleasure when you heard her let out a muffled moan of your name, you placed your lips on the bundle of nerves where she needed you and started toying with it. Your teeth lightly grazing it before sucking. Her thighs started convulsing and you moved two of your fingers to her entrance, slowly sliding them in, the wetness allowing you in with ease. You started moving you fingers while your tongue moved around clit, sucking and nibbling here and there just how you learned it from her girlfriend.
It wasn't long until Wanda had your head crushed between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge, while she used your face to ride out her orgasm pulling Natasha in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck, she hardly cared about the pain when she bit her lip, it only seemed to enhance her high. "N-Natasha.." She gasped for air when her girlfriend pulled away.
You could finally breathe when Wanda let go of you, your cheeks and mouth was covered in her juices and you licked your lip, slowly tasting her, it made you thirsty for more before you could lean in again to satisfy your thirst, Natasha's hand curled around your hair pulling you back up on your feet. "Let me have a taste as well." You assumed that she would be going down on Wanda again but what she did was unexpected for you as well as Wanda who was staring at you.
Natasha pulled you up to her lips with her hand that was still in your hair and you instantly got on your toes to ease the pain, her tongue licking her way from your jaw to your mouth before finally placing her lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp that was enough for Natasha to slide her tongue in, you hardly knew what was happening before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"So heavenly." She turned to look at Wanda whose face was still flushed but held an emotion you couldn't separate from the lust on her face. "Why don't we take it back upstairs?" Wanda asked, her breathing and her both in control now. She glanced over at you, a predatory smile falling on her luscious lips at your still surprised look, clouded with arousal.
"I thought you wouldn't ask after the number she did on you." Natasha stared into your eyes while her hand that held your neck moved to your jaw, her thumb tracing your lips that were swollen from her biting before sliding it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, your tongue playing around her thumb as she pushed it deeper. You allowed her. Anything to get back on her good list.
"Why don't you care more about what I am going to do with you than what she has done on me?" Wanda asked in a sultry tone as she gracefully got off the stool and out of her shorts, her tshirt coming down to her mid thighs covering her up. Natasha's thumb stopped pushing in and she let out a raspy laugh, turning slightly to look at Wanda.
"Oh really?"
"Really." Wanda traced her fingers up Natasha's arm. "We can just throw a vibe in her and see how long she can last.. while we talk 'business'?" Wanda suggested and you whimpered around the thumb in your mouth at the thought. Business. That was what they used to tell you when they would spend the whole day in their bedroom. That was before, when you weren't a part of their little game.
"Sounds perfect. Doesn't it Y/N/N?" They both chuckled when you shook your head at Natasha's question to you as if your opinion mattered to them. As if it has ever mattered to them. "How cute." Wanda removed Natasha's hand from your mouth and she slowly traced her fingers down your hair, pushing them forward, the hair strands touched your sensitive nipples.
"Do you think I have forgotten about the little tease you were being earlier?" She asked while a faux sweet smile remained on her lips and you gulped softly, shaking your head 'no' when she raised an eyebrow and she gave you a full smile, patting your cheek not so gently but each touch only seemed to fuel the fire within you. "Good-" She was about to say something when Natasha cut her off with a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.
"I have a better idea."
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To be continued.
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, oral sex (male & female recieving), fingering, piv, unprotected sex (DON'T)
Summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you, you turn to your best friend for comfort.
Eddie had hardly heard the knock on the trailer door over the clattering rain. He was a little confused who'd be showing up here at 12:30 at night, especially in this weather.
"Y/n? What are you...?"
"Can I come in?" You interrupted him.
"Yeah, of course. Come on in."
Eddie stepped out of the doorframe to let his best friend pass. The water ran of your leather jacket, but the rest of you was entirely soaked.
"I'll go get you a towel," Eddie offered, but before he even turned around you interjected
"Ryan cheated on me."
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks.
"Ryan what now?" He fumed.
"Ryan cheated on me. With Stephanie of all people. I got to Michael's party tonight and he was fucking her in a bathroom. Real class-act."
"I'm so sorry, Y/n. He's an absolute moron, you know that, right?"
Eddie's arms engulfed you into a tight hug, his shirt getting soaked in a matter of seconds, but he didn't care.
"What can I do to cheer you up? Want to watch a gorey movie? Pretend everyone that gets dismembered is him? I don't have ice cream or any of that stereotypical break-up crap, but I've got beer."
You gave a non-committal shake of your head, so Eddie continued.
"You wanna numb the pain? You know I've got the best medicine in town." He smirked as he pulled an old joint from his front pocket.
You nodded and Eddie's eyes lit up, glad he was able to help.
"I don't want weed though," you said, clouding Eddie's face in confusion.
"Alright. Did you come here for something stronger? 'Cause I thought you didn't do that."
You shook your head.
"Okay... Then I'm confused, here. How can I help, angel?"
You caught his gaze, looking at him so intently that for a moment he stopped fidgeting and floundering for something to get you. Just long enough to make him suddenly aware you'd never stepped back from the hug, your waterlogged shirt still pressed against his chest.
"I want you to fuck me, Eddie."
Eddie's heart caught in his throat.
"You...what?"
"I want you to fuck me," you repeated.
"Why?" Eddie was having a hard time focussing. He hated to admit how much he wanted you to be serious about this.
"Because I'm hurt, and I wanna feel good. Because otherwise this is just going to be a very sad night and I don't want that. And a little because I want to hurt him. That okay?"
Instead of answering your question, Eddie asked you another one
"Why me?"
"Because I like you. Because I trust you. And because, between you and the girl's bathroom, I hear things. I know you're the best kept secret in town."
Eddie smirked at your seductive tone, he knew you weren't exactly wrong either.
"Y/n, are you sure about this? You're upset, I don't want you to do anything you'll regret in the morning. Besides I quite like being your friend."
"And you still will be. You're my best friend, Eds. There's nothing you can do that'll change that. It'll just be a sidenote in our friendship. We'll just be friends that fucked that one time."
Eddie chuckled.
"I'm here because I want this, Eds. I want you."
"Fuck, say that again."
"I want you, Eddie."
His mouth was on you before you'd finished saying his name.
You felt a wave of relieve when his body covered your own, the tension flowing right out of you.
Eddie had you pinned against the cupboards, the edges pressing into your head and upper legs, but you couldn't care less. All you could think about were Eddie's hands on you, one on the small of your back, pressing you impossibly close to him, the other wound tightly in your hair.
The kiss was rough and needy.
Eddie was kissing you like he needed your air to breathe. You gladly threw yourself into the kiss just as passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of your legs around his waist.
You needed him closer. You needed to feel every inch of him against you. Flames bloomed on your skin in every spot he touched.
Eddie's fingers slipped under your wet shirt, trailing a featherlight pattern up your sides.
You hummed at his touch.
You tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signaling to Eddie to take it off, which he wasted no time at all with. His hands trailed up your body, hiking your shirt along with them. He pushed your shirt over your head and wrapped his hand around your neck. He gave you a searing kiss before letting his lips trail down your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin, marking you up.
You threw your head back against the cupboard when Eddie nipped at your collarbone. His kisses dropping down to your cleavage. He thumbed your nipple through the fabric of your bra softly, sending a small shiver down your back.
"Can I take this off?"
You nodded. "But only if you take off yours too."
Eddie tugged his shirt over his head in one swift motion before undoing your bra. Eddie slowly slipped it off you, admiring you as he did.
"Fuck, your tits are perfect," he sighed as he took one of your nipples in his mouth.
You could feel Eddie's right hand slip down your stomach, his fingers just breaching the elastic of your panties.
"This okay?" He mumbled, his face still occupied with worshipping your nipples.
"Please don't stop," you whispered needily.
You felt Eddie's self-satisfied smirk against your skin.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."
He slipped his fingers further down your panties, the cold of his rings giving you goosebumps. His middle finger found your clit. You let out a breathy moan as he rubbed slow circles on you.
"You're so wet already, baby. I've barely even touched you yet."
Eddie grinned smugly as he pushed a finger into you.
"Eddie!"
"Hmm that's right sweetheart, say my name."
You moaned his name again as he picked up his pace, the palm of his hand pressed against your clit.
Eddie was a wonderful multitasker. His mouth had restarted its assault on your neck and his left thumb was still stimulating your nipples as he added a second finger to your pussy.
Your entire body was electrically charged. You knew you weren't going to be able to hold out for long.
Eddie's pace was brutal, but it still wasn't enough. You nudged Eddie's cheek with your nose, his eyes locking on yours, following them as they travelled down to where his hand disappeared in your underwear.
"More. Please," you moaned lowly.
This time you caught Eddie's wicked grin.
"You want more, baby?" He teased.
You nodded desperately, not even pretending like you wouldn't absolutely beg for him if he made you.
"Ask me nicely."
Your whole body seemed to whine. "Please, Eddie. Please give me another finger. Please."
It should have been embarrassing how quickly he had you begging for him, but it turned Eddie on to no end.
Effortlessly, he pushed a third finger into you, relishing in the sound that escaped your throat.
"You like that, baby?" Eddie whispered in your ear. "You like it when I stretch you out."
You nodded feverishly. "Yes, Eddie."
Eddie licked his lips, his tongue brushing the edge of your earlobe.
"Well then you're gonna love what I've got in store for you later."
The bottom of your stomach nearly dropped out at the thought.
Eddie nipped your earlobe unexpectedly and you yelped.
"Are you close, sweetheart?"
Eddie sensed the slight clenching around his fingers, the increased rhythm in your panting.
You nodded.
"You want to cum for me?"
Another nod.
"Good girl" he cooed. I
f you weren't sitting down your knees would have given out for sure.
" 's okay, baby. You can cum for me soon."
The glint in his eyes would have been a warning if you hadn't been so close to the brink of euphoria.
Without a word, Eddie hooked your left leg over his shoulder. A scream ripped through your throat as Eddie's fingers shifted deeper inside of you. You were stretched around him so good, it felt like he was splitting you open.
"That's it, Y/n. You can cum for me now on one condition, baby. Scream for me." Eddie whispered in your ear as you finally let go.
You dug your nails into the kitchen counter as well as Eddie's shoulder as your orgasm burst through you. You screamed out Eddie's name followed by a string of profanities as you pulsed around Eddie's fingers, which were still buried deeply inside of you. He held them firmly in place until you had ridden out your orgasm.
You leaned against the cupboards, a heaving mess when he pulled his hand away.
He held your eyes as he pushed one of his fingers past his lips, sucking it clean before doing the same with another one.
With a smirk and a quirked eyebrow he held his middle finger out to you, watching in awe as you painstakingly leaned forward and sucked his finger all the way into your mouth with ease.
Your tongue swirled around his finger, licking up your own juices before you popped your mouth off of his hand.
"Jesus Christ, you're so hot." Eddie smiled like a fox in a henhouse. "You ready for round two, angel?"
Your eyes widened, but before you could answer Eddie swept you off the counter and carried you through the trailer. He tossed you on the bed, watching you bounce slightly before settling into his mattress.
"Hey, Eds?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Cuff me."
Eddie licked his lips. "The cuffs? Really?"
You nodded gingerly, "Yeah, I always thought that sounded really hot."
"My, my, Y/n... never would've guessed you were a freak like me."
Eddie grabbed the handcuffs from their hook on the wall and ran the chain past one of the radiator pipes.
"Hold out your hands."
He clicked the cuffs shut around your outstretched wrists. The cuffs had a pretty long chain, but they did link your wrists pretty close together.
Eddie took your hand and pushed your arms up over your head, his body pressing down on yours.
"Remember, Y/n," he whispered in your ear, "I can take these off whenever you want."
You smiled as Eddie kissed down your body again, teasing every inch of you until he reached the hem of your jeans. He slowly undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
He snapped the waistband of your underwear softly. "Can I take these off?"
You chuckled softly "Hurry up already, would you?"
"Oh you're gonna regret that, sweetheart, believe you me..."
Eddie grinned as he eased you out of your clothes. He pushed your legs up as he settled between your thighs. He trailed kisses along the insides of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your entrance until you were squirming with anticipation.
"You're a needy little thing, aren't you?"
"Eddie..." You whined.
"It's alright, angel, it's alright. I'm right here."
Eddie's tongue licked over your sensitive folds. It wasn't long before he had your back arching of the mattress, his tongue delving into you expertly.
Your fingers tugged on Eddie's curls as he brought you to the brink off another orgasm. You could feel the pressure building in your stomach, more intense than your previous orgasm.
"I'm so close Eddie," you moaned out. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard, please don't stop."
Eddie loved to hear you talk, lived for the sounds he could wrangle from you.
You felt the dam burst inside of you as Eddie pushed you over the edge. Your thighs clenched around his head as you screamed out his name once again.
Eddie watched you as you came down from your second high of the night. Your eyes were clenched shut, your head thrown back as your body convulsed.
He studied you as you panted and heaved. But most of all, he committed to memory the absolutely blissful smile on your lips.
"Holy shit, I can't wait to fuck you. You are just the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
"Nobody's stopping you, Munson," you were still breathing heavily, your legs trembling softly.
Eddie smiled a Cheshire cat smile.
"You sure you can handle it, sweetheart?"
His voice was sugary sweet.
You knew exactly what he wanted from you.
"You want me to beg for you, Eds? Want to hear me say how badly I want to feel you inside of me?"
"Look who's suddenly got a big mouth. You didn't sound so tough when I was making you cum, darling. That's alright, angel, I'll make you beg for it, no worries."
Eddie circled your sensitive clit, the overstimulation making you hold back a moan. He sofltly grazed your thigh as he picked up his speed. No matter how you tried, you couldn't hold back a yelp.
" 's Too much Eds," you gulped.
"You sure about that, angel? Really can't take anymore?"
You wanted to, so badly, but the pressure was too much...
So you said the only thing you could think of.
"How about you give my big mouth something to do first?"
Eddie genuinely laughed.
"You really are an angel, huh? Alright, sweetheart. Let's put that mouth to good use."
Eddie slowly removed his pants before moving over you. He leaned in for a soft kiss.
"You sure about this, Y/n?" He whispered in your ear.
"I wanna know what you taste like, Eds."
Eddie nearly died.
You moved your cuffed hands forward and held them out to Eddie's face. He raised an eyebrow at you and was met with an expectant look. He grinned before he spit in your hands.
"We should've done this a long time ago..."
Your hands wrapped around his cock, spreading his spit along his length. You moved your hands along him, revelling in the sounds he made, before pushing yourself up slightly and wrapping your lips around his head. You moved along his length, taking more of him into your mouth with each movement.
Eddie was trying not to move his hips into you, you could feel him straining against you. You pulled your mouth off him with a pop.
"You want to fuck my mouth, Eds?" You asked innocently. "All you gotta do is ask."
"You are so incredibly hot, Y/n." Eddie's voice was hoarse. "Would you do me the incredible honour of letting me fuck your mouth, angel?"
You nodded eagerly and licked down the underside of Eddie's cock before sucking him back down, agonizingly slowly.
"Sweet jesus, Y/n, you feel so good," Eddie groaned.
He slowly pushed his hips forward, you hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around him. Eddie was rolling his hips into you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding himself up against the wall.
He looked at you adoringly while you stared up at him. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Y/n. You look fucking fantastic in between my legs."
His hips moved faster, jerking almost out of his control. "Fuck, angel, I need to fuck you so badly, and I can't do that if I keep doing this."
You increased your pressure for just a second before popping off of him.
"Fuck," Eddie groaned. He was on top of you in a second.
"You want me to fuck you, Y/n? Because lord Jesus, I don't think I've ever wanted to fuck anybody so badly."
"Fuck, Eddie, I need you inside of me, please, baby, I want to feel you."
Eddie moaned as he slipped into you. He snapped his hips up into you as you cried out his name.
"Fuck, Eddie, yes," you moaned.
Eddie was stretching you out so well, you could feel him everywhere.
"Harder, please," you begged.
Eddie moaned out your name as he pounded into you faster. You wrapped your cuffed arms around him, straining against the restrictions.
Eddie pressed needy, sloppy kisses against your neck. You moaned out his name over and over again.
"Fuck, angel, I'm so close," he sighed.
"Me too, Edds. You're so good. Feel so fucking good, baby."
Eddie groaned as he pushed your leg up between you. You cried as he hit deeper inside of you. Eddie snaked his hand between you and started rubbing circles on your clit.
You screamed out his name as your orgasm took over you. Your nails dug into his back. You thought you might pass out. Eddie let you ride out your orgasm as he kept circling your clit. It was too much. Too good.
Eddie came with your name on his lips. He was stunning, pure bliss washing over his face.
He leaned down, still buried deep inside of you, and kissed you, slowly, tentatively. "You're incredible, angel."
"Best kept secret in town," you whispered back at him.
Eddie pulled out and undid the handcuffs. You both got cleaned up and dressed again.
You kissed him softly. "Thanks, Eddie."
"The pleasure was all mine, fair maiden. How you feeling?"
"Like you turned the worst night of my life into the best. He never made me feel like that."
Eddie shrugged. "You were too good for him anyways."
"You mind if I stay the night?"
"Mi trailer es su trailer."
You hopped back onto the bed, thumbing through the dvd's on the floor in search of something that was both gorey and funny.
Eddie dropped down next to you.
"So, this whole sidenote-thing, you sure you meant a sidenote and not, let's say, sidenotes, plural?"
You turned to him, grinning.
"I think we've got room for a few more."
#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things imagine#eddie x reader smut#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson smut#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader
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your writing is insane 😵💫 do you think we could get some ricky scenario w noncon? 🤲🏻 maybe some somnophilia too or smth. ALSO thanks for your work the dead dove girlies are definitely loving your account 🫶🏼
i'm so so sorry this took me so long honey <3 i was really unmotivated with writing for a lil bit so thank you for being so understanding during this time (and waiting all this time being unsure T_T ) but i hope you enjoy reading 💌💌💌
cw 〜 noncon，somnophilia，dumbification，dom!ricky，sub!reader
ricky caught himself looking over you while you were sleep one day, gaze lingering for too long he barely noticed the tent in his pants rising until you were shifting around grumbling about how he should come to bed already.
that day he made a mental note. if he ever saw you in a vulnerable position like that again, he would get himself in trouble. and for the next three weeks hes been avoiding late night shifts because it means he didn't have to come home to you already done with the day. but after things got busy at the office, he reluctantly had to stay. walking into your shared house with his palms all sweaty and hair messy.
the room is dark when he walks in, moonlight lightly streaming in through the crack of the curtains. there you are, his masterpiece, sprawled out on your stomach, legs spread wide enough so the wet patch coating your panties were visible and a pillow hugged to your chest. ricky can hardly hear the tv over the beating of his heart. his girl all in glory, waiting for him, tempting him. he takes a cautious step forward, eyes trained on your body. you seemed to shine in the moonlight, your figure beautiful and full, all for him. this was too much. he couldn't help the hand that reached down to palm himself. never once did you stir while he creeped up behind you, heavy hands fitting around the cusps of your asscheeks.
"so perfect.." he murmurs, fat cock throbbing in his boxers when he slides your panties to the side. your ass all on display for him. ricky feels bad pulling out his cock, stroking it over your leg while you're clueless to the world. you've always valued your sleep, never letting him fulfill his dark fantasies. "i'd be too tired baby. we can't do that okay?" you'd say. but this time is different. ricky doesn't have to ask because you're already drifted off. he had full control.
maybe he could've fingered you open, walls suffocatingly tight around him when he pushed himself inside. you still don't move. his pretty princess. he oh so bad wanted to make this easy for you. slowly grinding his big cock into you, pushing too far against your cervix he swears he hears you whimper. but its so good. you're squeezing him so tightly, hes slamming his cock into you in no time. big hands wrapped around your waist to hold down your body from going up to far, making hushed pants leave your mouth. you still haven't noticed. thinking its another wet dream.
ricky can’t believe how pliant you are as he pounds into your sleeping figure. “fuck princess,” he whispers, grabbing one thigh and pushing it up as far as he can. this new angle makes you feel impossibly tighter around him, his cock sliding even deeper inside of you. you’re whimpering softly now, twitching in your sleep. ricky is close, so fucking close, his head is lolling back and his head is clouded with you. and he throws all caution to the wind as he focuses on chasing his orgasm.
“ricky?” he opens his eyes to find you looking back at him, eyes only half opened. you’re gripping at the pillow with both of your hands, and he doesn’t miss how you subtly move away from him. “what're you doing...?” your eyes are glassy, filled with so much curiosity. he doesn't know what comes across him. suddenly your head is being pressed against the pillow and your hips are manhandled up so he can fuck you harder. "all you have to do is take it pretty."
you were too weak from hardly being conscious, all you could do was whine while ricky used your hole. "n—no ricky— you— stop!" you squirm around, breathing growing more and more uncontrollable. "you need to stop..."
"shh its okay princess. you can take it." ricky's cock makes you feel so full, plunging in and out of your wet hole. the feeling of your walls being split open by something girthy made your head hurt. cunt pooling and feeling so icky. you feel every single vein of his cock. "r—ricky...."
every praise that ricky gives starts to sound like garbled noise and you think your mind might be floating somewhere else again as your body continues to be ravaged. all you could hear was a series of "you feel so good" "doing so well princess. taking my cock like a good girl."
ricky is so close. you know when his thrusts get sloppy and his tip starts hitting your bladder at each push. you reached behind you to grab his wrist. "c—cum..." you sounded so pathetic, not even able to form proper words and it makes him smile, "gonna cum, baby?" he asks and you nod rapidly, grip so tight around his wrist. you whine when he slows down, then hes pulling out and slapping his cock head on your pussy. "no no no! please don't stop!" you look over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and wet. he only laughs, pumping all his cum over you.
"whats wrong baby? thought you didn't like it?"
#jias 𓏲˖ 🪼 nonie! ˖ ࣪ ᰔ#ricky ୨୧#zb1 smut#zerobaseone smut#zb1 hard hours#zerobaseone hard hours#zb1 hard thoughts#boys planet smut#ricky smut#shen ricky smut
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Bakugo Wants a Reward for Having a Higher Score Than You
Paring: Pro Hero!Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, kissing, bully romance, possessiveness, grinding, mention of a hard on, name calling, coming in pants, marking, finger sucking
A/N: Pro Hero Bakugo would 100% hold his placement over your head.
As always, Bakugo knew he'd be a few spots higher than you, and as such his smug grin never left his face, "Can't handle a little competition? Hardly competition for me but you could use it if you wanna catch up. What? Got mad?" He follows you all the way to the main break room, hands in his pockets and that high and mighty walk of his
Possessive and a little bit protective he will scare off anyone else who tries to bully you
Its a weird thing to see Bakugo stand up for you but he always says it's cause you can't do it by yourself
"Don't matter how high you are, you're still below me. Isn't that right? Oh? An attitude with me? Think that's smart?" He scowls at you as he walks you back against the wall, eyes lowering to your skirt, "Wearing that for the award ceremony? At least I had the sense to wear a suit. Why'd you put this on I wonder?"
His thigh slotted perfectly between your legs, the material of your panties slowly getting wet from the friction and pressure applied to your clit
Lower lip caught between your teeth you were able to muffle some of the noise but not all
"Ease of access for me. I appreciate that." His grin spread across his whole face, you wanted to slap it away but you couldn't do anything but grab at his tie and shoulder when you felt his fingers drop under the line of your underwear, spreading your wetness around
Your mouth dropped open in pleasure, the smallest moans falling from your lips, "All this for me. Does it excite you to get fingerfucked by someone so skilled? I'm the best you're ever gonna get, you know that right, you little bitch?"
Your legs spread for him and you found yourself grinding down against his palm, trying to get more friction on your clit
Bakugo wasn't having any of that, "You ain't in no position to take control. When you come it's gonna be because I allow it." His leg moved yours to the side more, panties down your legs, catching drops from his two rough fingers now pushing in and out of your needy cunt
Not that you needed to tell him you needed him, the lustful look in your eyes was more than enough, but a low grunt of his name and an admition of fucking good he is to you still left your mouth
There was a brief look of shock on his face, something almost no one can see, but it was gone just as fast, replaced by his lips on your, "Think I don't know how well I fuck you? Fell what you do to me?" He moved his fingers out of the way and pushed his bulge between your legs instead, "It's hard cause of you. You should feel honored that a Pro like me has any interest in a loser like you." His words were much too harsh for the types of hot, passionate kisses he gave you, moving his head to the side to get his tongue in as deep down your throat as possible but then planting a few quick ones when he moves back for air
He was indeed as hard as a rock, hot as lava and grinding against you at the perfect angle
Your panties were moved to the side, "Leaving my clothes on, can't be giving you my cock when you didn't earn it." His cock as your reward, fuck, it was already good but, inside you it might be too much for your brain to handle
Needing him this badly, wanting to turn around and be fucked by him was wrong but your brain and your pussy weren't on the same page
"You should really learn to shut up when I tell you to. Why do I need to do everything?" His slick covered fingers pushed into your mouth, making you moan at your own taste somehow tasting sweeter on his fingers, "If you like it that much on my fingers imagine how good it'll be when you're cleaning my dick."
Your body went slack with white hot pleasure coiling and finally snapping at your core, only you were left empty, pussy clenching around nothing
Silenced by Bakugo's fingers you could only pull him closer by his tie, hold his head close and ride his clothed cock until he let out a string of curses, leaving a wet spot of his own on his pants
"Damn, need to clean these up." You looked at him wide eyed, stunned by how smug, yet casual he seemed about just making you come all over his pants, "Did you really think I'd risk being late for my own award for the likes of you?" He laughed as he pulled away and cleaned his fingers with his tie, "Tell you what," Bakugo leaned in close, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine again, "I'll let you suck my dick after, that will be your prize. And mine. Loser."
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Please Anna 😭 Write a part 2 of ice hockey harry and skater YN (possibly longer if you cank)
the part two to my hockey harry fic that only a couple people asked for. enjoy!
You knew you shouldn't have been jealous, you were the one who put all these strict rules in place about keeping the arrangement you had with Harry from being anything more than it was. Harry followed along of course, but it always felt like he was just amusing you, like he knew something you didn't.
But despite how good he made you feel, he still infuriated you. He was still the cocky asshole who considered himself the best athlete on campus. And you'd made such a big showing of being indifferent to him, of not being charmed by him that you couldn't see him as anything more than a good fuck. You wouldn't.
So why did seeing him flirt with someone else make your blood boil all of a sudden?
You'd seen Harry at parties before. Sometimes he would sneak you away to a bathroom with a lock on it or a room no one would enter, but in most cases you both minded your business, sometimes sharing snarky remarks if your paths crossed. Tonight was the same, though when your eye snagged on him and some girl that looked nothing like you, you gripped your plastic cup a little harder than usual.
You and Harry weren't dating each other, but you were also keenly aware of the fact that neither of you went out or hooked up with anyone else. You told yourself that it was to reduce the risk of STIs, but did Harry want to explore other options? Were you not giving him enough satisfaction? Why was he leaning in so close to her?
Then, almost as if he could sense you looking at him, Harry turned and met your gaze. His brow raised the slightest bit as if to say, Your move.
He was doing this on purpose. Harry was intentionally flirting with some random girl to get a reaction out of you, to see what exactly that reaction would be. He probably wanted you to storm over there and get between him and the girl, and...What? Claim him? Make sure everyone at this party knew Harry wasn't as available as people thought?
Well, you were not going to do that.
The smart thing to do would've been to just ignore him, to not play his little game at all. But intelligence and good sense seemed to fly out the window when Harry Styles was involved.
You didn't go over to Harry, though. You stalked off in search of more alcohol and your friends. The bass of some rap song pounded through the speakers as you pushed past people. You found yourself in the next room over, searching for a place to sit and people watch.
"Hey, Y/n!"
Turning, you saw someone approach, and your eyes lit up, but only because of the opportunity that was presented to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry enter the room holding hands with that girl. Smiling to yourself, you looked up at the guy in front of you. "Hey, Evan. We have metaphysics together, right?"
Evan and Harry were virtually opposites. Similar on paper, but completely different otherwise. He played baseball, was the team captain, and was handsome, so so handsome. But he was sweet too. He didn't strut around or make crude remarks. Evan had a quiet, understated kind of confidence. He was the one you should've gotten all flustered around.
"Yeah. I saw you and I thought I'd say hi. I don't normally see you at parties."
You weren't the kind of person who flirting came naturally to, but you did your best. "Yeah, I came with my friends, but I'm glad I ran into you."
Evan's eyes glanced down to his arm when you placed your hand on it. Unable to help yourself, you glanced to your left. You fought the smile that crept on your face when you caught Harry shooting daggers at you. Before he noticed you noticing him, you turned back to the boy in front of you.
"Really?"
You nodded. "I mean, like you said, we have a class, we sit next to each other, but we've hardly said two words to each other."
His eyes squinted as he grinned, then bent down to whisper in your ear. "Or are you glad that someone as good-looking as me is here to make Styles over there jealous?"
Well, shit. "I'm sorry," you said, a blush forming on your cheeks. "He's just being an ass, and I thought I would—I don't even like him, but he's such an asshole—"
"You mentioned that," Evan said, but for some reason, he didn't seem to be mad at being used. "I don't really care what you think of the guy, but I'm always up for a bit of light teasing."
"Really? What's in it for you?" you asked. This was not the reaction you were expecting.
"Help with studying for the midterm? I'm not gonna lie, I'm totally lost in that class."
You thought about it for a moment. Harry really wasn't worth going to all this trouble for, right? With another glance out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry completely ignoring whoever it was he'd been flirting with to piss you off, and that was satisfying to say the least.
"I...I don't like him like that," you said. You felt like you had to say it.
"No judgment here," Evan said, raising his hands in mock defense. "I just need to pass an exam. I'd technically be using you just as much if you think about it."
"Five minutes, ten tops, and I'll help you study for the test," you decided. "I don't like him, but I like the idea of ruffling his feathers."
Evan grinned. "Well then. Better make 'em count."
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Harry was fuming, you could tell. It shouldn't have brought you so much satisfaction, but it did. He just always got under your skin all the time with his teasing and heckling during practice, it was nice to be on the other side of it.
And you'd made a friend out of Evan. To everyone at the party, it looked like you and Evan were flirting heavily with his arm draped over your shoulder and the casual touches between the two of you, but you talked about your class mostly. And the sports you played, but mostly school. It turned out you were both kind of lost in class and were going to need to clock a lot of hours in the library if you were going to pass the upcoming midterm.
And Harry was there in your periphery, looming in the corner of the room you were in while you talked to Evan. You told yourself he was doing this to himself because if he'd just come over, he'd realize it was all a ruse.
When he finally did, you and Evan were sitting on a couch, your legs were across his lap while he told you about some tournament the baseball team had next weekend. "You should come," he said. "There's food and music, it's a big party, really. The baseball team knows how to have a good time. So if you ever find yourself out of that little ice rink of yours—"
"She has plans already. Thanks."
You tipped your head back to see Harry standing over you and Evan. His arms were crossed and there was an adorable little scowl on his face. You knew he was pissed, but it was cute because he was so jealous.
"I do?"
Harry just glowered down at you, and you stared right back, your arms crossed just like his were.
"I'm gonna—I think I see some friends over there."
Evan gently put your feet back on the ground and stood up. He clapped Harry on the back the way all guys did as they sized each other up, which you found both ridiculous and amusing. You quietly waved goodbye to your new friend, then looked back to Harry, brows raised the same way he'd done to you a little bit ago.
"Can I help you?"
Muttering under his breath, Harry grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet, dragging you off until he found an empty room, some office that was converted into a room with a pool table, a dart board, and a bunch of other games. Before you could say a word, his hands were on your hips and lifting you up onto the pool table. He put his hands in your hair, gripping the back of your head harshly as he pulled you to him for a searing kiss.
You almost didn't want to kiss him back, just out of spite, but there was just something about Harry that got to you. Even when you were training and he was teasing you from outside the rink and you were pretending you hated it, hated him, you felt like you had a magnet in your navel dragging you to him against your will. Harry drove you insane, and on principle, you should have hated him. He was cocky, arrogant, had an ego the size of Texas, and yet...
Your legs wrapped around his waist and drew him closer to you. His grip on your waist was hard, almost painful, but it felt good too, deliriously so.
"Harry—I want—Can we—"
"I don't really care about what you want," he seethed, un buttoning the cropped sweater you were wearing. "What the hell do you think you're doing out there, huh?"
You quickly put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a bit. "Me? You started it! And last time I checked, we weren't exclusive."
"Bullshit! We—" he stopped and stepped away, not meeting your gaze. Looking at him, you realized he was really hurt by this. Angry, for sure, but it felt like he was using it to mask something more.
"Harry, we—we agreed that this was just—"
"Just sex, I know. I know," Harry said, stepping back. "I shouldn't have flirted with that girl tonight. I was just hoping—I mean, I—I thought you would react differently, I guess. My mistake."
You were left speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You didn't know what to say, you thought you and Harry were on the same page.
As you continued to struggle for words, Harry stepped away from you even more. "I, um, I know what we agreed on at the start of all this, and I'm—I'm sorry, but I can't do it anymore."
"Harry—"
"No, it's my fault. You held up your end, I couldn't hold up mine. I'll leave you to get to know that guy. On the baseball team, right? I've met him a few times. He seem like a nice guy."
Harry left soon after that, his head bowed. You were still frozen, perhaps in shock, sweater still half unbuttoned.
You'd never seen Harry...like that before. Things were always playful between the two of you, and you were always purposely pushing each other's buttons. You thought that was what was happening tonight, but apparently you'd misread the whole situation.
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"You're staring."
You jolted in your seat at the dining hall, looking away from Harry and his friends and down at your barely-eaten sandwich. "I wasn't."
"You were," Kate said. "It's okay to be upset, you know."
You looked at your friend, trying to act confused but couldn't muster the energy. "How did you—"
"You think I didn't notice when you were in such high spirits out of seemingly nowhere? And then the moping since last week? Give me some credit," she said, a small grin on her face. "So, did you like him?"
Looking down at your sandwich, you said, "It wasn't like that, we were just—" You sighed. "It wasn't like that."
Kate snorted, which made you look up at her. She was looking at you amusingly, like she was in on a joke that you weren't. "What?" you asked.
"It's okay to have feelings for him."
"I don't," you insisted, but even to you it sounded like you were only trying to convince yourself.
"What happened between you two?"
"I don't want to talk about it," you said.
Standing up from the table, you took your lunch and walked over to the trash cans to throw out the sandwich. Kate followed, but didn't say anything. As you left the dining hall, you had to pass the table Harry and his friends. The grip on your backpack tightened, preparing yourself for the unavoidable interaction. You hadn't seen Harry since the party. He didn't come by the rink while you practiced anymore, and you never saw him when your training sessions overlapped. Sometimes you wondered if he went back to taking the bus, and in those moments, you missed him the most, if only because you didn't know if he was safe or not.
He was avoiding you, you could tell, but you didn't really know what to say to him if you were given the chance. He made it clear that he had feelings for you, and you...Well, you—
"Kate! Off to class?"
Zayn, Kate's boyfriend and Harry's teammate, smiled as she walked by. You half expected her to want the two of you to sit with him and Harry and their friends, but she didn't. Apparently because she knew you and Harry had had a falling out.
"Nope," Kate said. "Y/n and I are both done for the day, so we're gonna go shopping at the mall a couple towns over. Wanna join?"
Shooting your friend a look, you elbowed her and tried to tell her that was a terrible idea. Zayn didn't think so, though, and agreed. "H, you coming?"
"Uh..."
"Great. I think my car will fit all of us. Meet us within the next half hour?" Kate asked, dragging you away shortly after. When you were out of the dining hall, you smacked her arm.
"What the hell?"
"He likes you, Y/n. And you clearly feel something for him. What the hell is wrong with that?" she asked you, walking down the path that would lead to the dorms. "He's, you know, he's Harry, and he's a cocky bastard, but he's harmless. Kinda sweet in that goofy, lovable idiot kind of way."
"I know."
Kate pinned you with a look. "Did he do something? Did he say something that made you hate him, or—"
"Nothing. He didn't do anything. We just—We had an agreement, and he—"
"Aw, and you were so good he fell for you," she cooed, laughing when you frowned at her. "Do you like him?"
You frowned at her. "What?"
"Do you like him like that too?" she asked again, hands on her hips and everything.
"I—It doesn't matter. He probably hates me now anyway," you told her with a shake of her head.
Eyes lit up, she looped your arms through hers and began walking again. "We'll see about that."
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Walking around a mall with Harry was not your idea of a good time.
Almost five minutes into the trip, Kate and Zayn disappeared with the rest of the group you came with, leaving you and Harry alone to walk awkwardly side by side. Neither of you said anything, just walked aimlessly past store after store. You were itching to say something, anything, to break the obvious tension between the two of you, but you couldn't come up with anything to say. You and Harry were never the types to have small talk, and now certainly didn't feel like the time to start.
So you snuck glances at him instead. You peeked at him, at the same baseball cap that he always wore, the same scuffed up pair of sneakers, the sleeves of his shirt that clung to his arm tightly, the spot just below his collar where his skin was a tiny bit paler because it didn't see as much sun. You took note of all the little things you took for granted when you had the luxury of seeing him all the time. You wondered if he was doing the same when you looked away.
"I...I'm sorry that Kate forced your hand," you finally managed to say. "I didn't know she was going to spring that on you and Zayn. I'm probably the last person you want to hang out with right now."
"It's fine," he said, still not looking over at you. You understood why, of course, but you found yourself really wanting him to look at you.
"And I'm—I'm sorry about that night at the party. You...You took me by surprise, that's all."
Harry chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "You don't have to try and make me feel better about it, Y/n. I already told you it's fine. You're off the hook."
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a family restroom. He protested as you locked the door, and for a moment there was some light pushing and slapping of hands between the two of you, but you finally managed to shush him and put your hand up so you could collect your thoughts.
"I—I don't want a nice guy."
"What?"
You paced the small bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest. "At the party, you said Evan was a nice guy, and he is, he's very sweet—"
"Y/n, I really don't care about what kind of guy Evan is—"
"Will you shut up?" you interrupted. Harry raised an eyebrow, but thankfully didn't say anything. Your hands were shaking, but you took a deep breath and continued. "He's nice, but I don't want a nice guy. I want—I want...you."
Harry was quiet for a moment, leaning against the bathroom door. His head was bent, but when he lifted it, he had a small grin on his face. "Wow, that was some speech. You really know how to make a guy feel good."
"Yeah, well, you're no poet, either," you grumbled, crossing your arms.
"Um, no. Nuh-uh. That's not how this is gonna go," he said, stepping closer to you. "You are apologizing to me. That doesn't involve you insulting me. I am nice, by the way. So you'll have to apologize for that too."
"Oh please. We're both assholes," you muttered. You kicked at nothing on the tile floor, waiting for your nerves to settle. You'd never been all that good with words, which was why you loved skating. You could express yourself through each performance much easier than talking. "I'm confessing, not apologizing. There's a difference."
"Really?" he asked, stepping closer, settling his hand on your hip. Your breath hitched, and Harry's grin widened when he heard it. "Because I'm not taking you on a date until you apologize."
"A date? I didn't say anything about a—"
"You'll want to. Once I tell you all about it," he said, pulling you straight to his chest. Your hands itched to touch him, but you kept them at your side. You knew Harry pretty much had all the power, but a proud part of you was still hanging on, not giving in. "And you're definitely not getting into bed with me until we go on a date. I know you're practically aching for it. You're just too stubborn to do something about it."
"Excuse me? You—"
"You said you didn't want nice, baby. I can be that for you, and so much more." Harry leaned down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "You just have to say yes."
"Fine. Yes, now will you—"
"No. Like you mean it."
Your brows furrowed even more, but Harry was in your space for the first time in a week. He was grinning and making your heart leap, and if you took two seconds to think about it, a date did sound nice. Going to his games in his jersey and him watching you perform, holding hands, study dates, kissing him whenever you felt like it.
"I...I hated seeing you with that girl. I was practically seeing red," you said, hooking a finger in the belt loop of his jeans.
"Yeah?"
"I want to sit on your lap at parties, I want to be your partner at beer pong, I want you to make sure I make it home safe at the end of the night and make sure I get my shoes off before going to sleep," you said, tilting your head up at him. "I want to wear your jersey at your games so that those girls who always come to your games know to back the fuck off. That good enough for you?"
Harry caressed the side of your face and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone. "I mean, that wasn't really an apology, but—"
"Oh shut up."
You leaned up and kissed him, pushing him backward until his back was against the door of the bathroom. Harry tried to put his hands on your waist, but you pinned them down, kissing him harder. You knew he definitely could've resisted, but he wasn't, he was letting you do your thing.
It had only been a week, but you'd missed him. You missed gripping your fingers in his hair and tasting his skin and watching him react to the faintest touches. And yes, you missed the in-between moments too. You didn't talk much to each other much, but you liked waking up next to him and hearing him mumble in his sleep. You liked how Harry spooned you right after sex and always had a fresh towel for you to shower with, and how he always gave you space on the bed when you asked for it. You liked how gentle he was with you when he went a little rougher than usual in bed and how even though you were always exchanging jabs and casual insults, he always had the gentlest voice when he cleaned you up and brought you back down from the cloud you were drifting away on. You liked how he randomly kissed the birthmark on your rib cage and how he pushed you harder than anyone else did when you were training. You liked how he understood how competitive you were, that he did because he was just as dedicated an athlete as you were.
You could have that again, and so much more, just like he said.
"This is my apology," you said, kissing him while undoing his belt buckle. "I'm gonna have bruises on my knee for days, and my throat is gonna be sore, but you're not gonna tease me about it because this is my grand apology, got it?"
"Well, I don't know if I couldn't help myself from one little joke."
"I will walk out this door and leave you hard and alone," you said, letting go of him.
Harry raised his hands up, surrendering. "Okay, okay, shutting up. I'll behave, I promise. I could get used to these kinds of apologies."
Grinning, you got back to unbuckling Harry's belt. You kissed him once on the lips before sinking to your knees, the cold tile biting your skin.
You could get used to these kinds of apologies too.
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"God, Harry is so hot."
"I know. The things I would do if I had a moment alone with him."
"I heard he has a girlfriend now."
"So? He's not married. That's fair game to me as far as I'm concerned."
"Oh my God, Monique. You're terrible!"
"Mm. I just know what I want," the girl, Monique, shrugged, tying her hair back with a clip. "And I mean, he'll want it too. You'll see."
If fake flirting when you technically weren't together had driven you crazy, then listening to some girl you didn't know talk about your boyfriend like he was hers for the taking? Your blood was boiling.
You glared at the girl and her friend standing a couple feet in front of you, crossing your arms and tapping your foot rapidly. Harry was supposed to come out of the locker room any minute now, but now it felt like he was taking his sweet time while you listened to Monique and her friend talk about stealing your boyfriend. "Where the hell is he?" you muttered, pulling your phone out to text him.
A minute later, and the doors to the locker room opened, all the members of the school's hockey team flooding out. You strained your neck looking for Harry, not caring if that made you look desperate. The minute you saw him, you were going to make it clear to Monique that she would not be getting what she wanted this time.
He spotted you first, green eyes lighting up when he saw you waiting for him. He was dressed comfortably in a pair of sweats and a dark gray hoodie, his baseball cap fitted on his head like it always was. There was a flash of confusion when he saw your pissed off demeanor, but it was wiped away when he saw you rush over to him.
"Hey, good game, right? Did you see when I—mmph."
You kissed him, perhaps with more force than was probably necessary. Harry didn't seem to mind, though. He held your face with one hand and rested the other on your lower back. He tasted like mint, just like he always did after a game. Apparently brushing his teeth was just as important as showering once he got off the ice. His perspective confused you, but you didn't question it.
"While I love the enthusiasm for our win today," he mumbled, nipping your bottom lip. "It is out of the ordinary. You hardly ever know what's going on during my games."
"I'm learning," you said. Harry pinned you with a stare, like he was waiting for you to say more. Finally scoffing, you told him, "Fine. Those girls over there seem to think that you might have a wandering eye. I'm letting them know you don't."
"Me? Never," he agreed. Harry pulled back enough to kiss the tips of your fingers. His hair was still damp and extra curly around his face. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, but the rest of him was warm, solid as you wrapped your arms around him. "But since we're both suckers for showing each other off, should we go to the party tonight or just head back to your place? Or mine. I'm good with either."
"Mm...No party tonight," you said. "Dinner and back to my place. That girl was a little too smug for my liking."
Harry took your hand and walked to the parking with you. As you passed Monique and her friend, you looked over at them and gave Monique a pointed look over your shoulder. She shot you a dirty glare, which only made you smile. Harry, who was fully aware of everything taking place, pinched your side and kissed the top of your head.
"Careful there, love. People might think you actually like me," he said, and you didn't have to look at him to know his grin was smug.
"Good."
He slung his arm over your shoulders, his hand still laced with yours until he had to put his gear in the trunk. You wrinkled your nose when you caught a whiff of the smell and immediately went for the driver's seat so you could be as far away from it as possible.
"Oh now you don't want to be anywhere near me," Harry said, pulling you back to his chest by the waist.
"You're lucky I let your shit stink up my car. That should tell you everything you need to know about my feelings," you said, giggling as he peppered the back of your neck with sloppy kisses. "Come on, Harry, I'm hungry. Let's go."
Harry stayed exactly where he was. "It's not like your stuff smells any better. Sweaty, smelly gear is sweaty, smelly gear. It's all the same," he mumbled.
"I wash my gear regularly and keep disinfectants in my bag," you said. "I thought I told you to get some."
"I'll get on it. Kiss?"
You turned around and frowned at him. "Promise?"
"Are we really talking about this right now? What happened to being wildly jealous and kissing in front of my adoring fans?"
"Bite me."
"Gladly. But not in the parking lot, so let's get out of here, yeah?"
"You're the one pinning my ass to your crotch like a desperate fool—"
"Car. Now, please," Harry said. When you turned around to face him, his usual cocky grin was back on his face, dimples on display and eyes squinting with glee. Now that you could take the time and allow yourself, you realized you thought that smile was endearing. Too sure of himself it made you want to smack him, but endearing too.
"Menace," you muttered, but got behind the wheel anyway.
"I think that's what you like best about me," he called as he shut the trunk and came around to the passenger seat.
"Yeah," you sighed. "I think you might be right."
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How about the farmer and bachelor hiding in a small place. Like they are hips and chest pressed against each other. The farmer doesn't noticed but the bachelor is going wild over the limit space between them. You can make it nsfw I don't mind! :)
This took me forever to get to I’m so sorry! Also these are mostly just lewd as opposed to like whole nsfw but Sebastian and Alex’s got full nsfw 😂
Content warnings: mostly gender neutral reader except Sebastian’s is afab reader, reader calls Sebastian daddy once, Theyer long as hell, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE
Small spaces but big opportunities with the bachelors
Shane:
He wanted to come to the mines with you, mostly out of curiosity but also because he wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything to dangerous
Thankfully the level that you had gone to didn’t have to many monsters on it and while he still thought that maybe it wasn’t the best place, he could see the appeal
At least until you both fell into a kinda deep very narrow pit
He landed flat on his ass and you landed unceremoniously on his lap, very much straddling him
After making sure neither of you were seriously injured you began to look around
“How on earth are we gonna get out of this? Does this happen to you often in the mines?”
Shane’s very concerned and trying very hard to ignore your chest being almost in his face
“Well no, I mean the tv said I’d have bad luck today but I didn’t think anything of it!”
Shane stares at you blankly for a moment “the tv said…okay we can unpack that later, for now we should figure this out”
He tried to shift around a bit but quickly stopped as the friction of your body rubbing against the crotch of his pants caught him off guard, thank god it’s a little dark and you can’t see the red now painting his face
He’s got his hands resting on your thighs, you try shifting around to see if you can maybe stand up but his grip tightens and you could almost swear he moaned a little bit
“You okay? You said you weren’t hurt! What hurts? Do you need a health elixir? I have extra in my bag”
“No, no sweetheart that’s not it, I’m not hurt just, fuck”
You just noticed the bulge straining against his shorts and pressing against your inner thigh
“Oh” you hadn’t noticed until now that he had gotten hard
“Fuck I’m so sorry I-“ he got cut off as you ground down against him
“Shit sweetheart, you sure you wanna start this right now?” He’s practically growling out his words with how gravely and husky his voice is currently
“Never been more sure, sir”
He has a sir kink, fight me on it
He tightens his grip on your hips to help you grind against him while he smashes his lips against yours in a very heated kiss
Harvey:
You were in the tiny medical closet at his clinic looking for some gauze he had asked you to grab for him so he could restock the drawer
It was taking a moment though so he came to check on you and ultimately the door accidentally shut behind him
It locks from the outside automatically
Harvey is now chest pressed to your back due to the confined space in the closet, hardly enough room for you to try and turn around
“Well hey there doc, whatcha need?”
“The doors locked and maru doesn’t get here for another hour, this wasn’t supposed to happen”
He’s trying not to focus on how warm you feel pressed against him, how perfectly your body fits against his, and how the sudden proximity has his dick stirring in his pants
You’re squinting to see in the dark closet and all but have to stand on your tippy toes to read if the label in front of you reads gauze
“Just as well because this feels like a lost cause, how do you find anything in here?”
Your ass brushes against the growing bulge in his pants and he has to stifle a groan at the contact
“We can find it later, just stay still please”
He’s sounds strained, and then you can feel it pressing into your back
“Harvey, are you hard right now?”
This mans spilling apologies from his lips so quickly
“I’m so sorry this was never meant to happen your just very pretty and being stuck in the little closet with you isn’t helping and-“
You cut him off by bringing a hand around your back and gently grabbing his bulge
“I don’t mind, gives us something to do in the meantime” you would wink at him but you arnt facing him and the rooms dark
“I- are you sure? I want this but I need to know you want this as well”
You’ve been pining after the doctor for like a year and a bit at this point so of-course you want this
“Yes I want this Harvey, touch me, please”
How could he say no when you ask so politely
Sam:
Not so much trapped in a closet together as it is playing seven minutes in heaven at a party Abigale was throwing
You picked his name out of a hat and then got promptly shoved into a very small closet with him
Chest to chest, Harley enough space to breath without feeling his heart beat against you
“We uh, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to”
He’s always considerate of your comfort
“Time starts now! Have fun~” you could hear Abigail’s voice fading away as she walked back down the hallway
“Sooooooooooo, think there’s a light in here orrrrr we just gonna make out in the dark?”
You meant to ease the tension with a little joke but god do you wanna kiss him
He’s taking the dive, hands on either side of your face as he presses his lips to yours
With only a little struggle in the confined space you managed to wrap your arms around his neck
Soon he’s trailing kisses down your neck, leaving little bites here and there just so he can hear the way you try not to whine
Your hands down the front of his jeans slowly stroking him
“Fuck sweetheart, wish we had more time. Wanna take this to your place?”
Yes you do in-fact want to take this to your place
Which is just as well because Abigale is knocking on the closet door to tell you your times up and that you both better have pants on
Elliott:
Had he meant to be stuck in a small crevice in the forest with the farmer directly underneath him? No
But his little outings don’t seem to want to go to plan these days
He does however, appreciate the view of you, underneath him red faced as he tries to find a way to get up that doesn’t involve accidentally standing on you
“Must be exhausting holding yourself up like that, you can lay down I don’t mind a human weighted blanket”
God your adorable
Only lets some of his weight rest on you
“Well, this isn’t the best circumstances but even so you still look absolutely ravishing”
Meant that to be an inside thought but alas, it became an outward thought. He wishes lightning would strike him if that didn’t mean you would also be in harms way
“Well your not half bad yourself handsome, lemme just”
You gently pull his hair back into a ponytail with a hair elastic you keep on your wrist for him
That’s all he needs to lose composure, soon enough y’all are making out in the crevice
Wondering hands and gentle nips across your neck are enough to get small gasps out of you
God you sound amazing he thinks
But he’s not about to bed you in a hole in the ground, he’s more romantic then that
But the moment y’all get out and head back to his beach shack?
Soft gasps turn to moans, hushed whispers turn to loving praises, wondering hands stray further beyond the elastic of your underwear as he shows you just how good he can be with his hands
Sebastian:
You and him went swimming, despite his dislike of the activity he was always willing to go with you
You had wanted to explore a little cave like opening in the stone of the mountains near the lake and he came with you to make sure your good
And that’s how you end up here, stuck pressed against each other in your swimsuits, stuck between two particularly close stone walls
Sebastian’s trying to look anywhere but at you to avoid popping the most awkward boner in existence
“Well this is less then ideal, sorry Sebastian I didn’t think we would get stuck”
You feel a bit bad since you know he’s probably pretty uncomfortable right now
“Th-that’s okay, not your fault”
He has one hand behind your head so you don’t accidentally smack it on the hard rocks, his other hand is on your waist because it felt right to place it there
“Well, atleast the suns setting so you won’t get burnt”
“And we’re basically skin to skin so we probably won’t freeze”
He tried to lighten the mood a bit, it worked since you let out an airy laugh
“Could be worse, atleast I get the hot emo boy to keep me company”
Now he’s blushing, from chest to forehead just red
“You think I’m hot?”
Definitely had a voice crack in that statement but you ignore it much to his prides pleasure
“Absolutely, hottest guy in town”
Your trying to kill him he’s convinced but atleast he’ll die happy
“Fuck baby you can’t just say shit like that while pressed against me”
You can feel his erection pressing into your stomach
“Hmmmmmm maybe I’m prepared for the consequences”
The hand that was on your waist gently wraps around your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while you gasp against him
You manage to bring your legs up enough to sort of trap his hips against yours as you grind against him
He moans against your lips before pulling back to trail kisses down your neck, leaving a few hickeys on whatever spots seem particularly sensitive
Meanwhile you’ve pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and lined him up with your cunt, gently rubbing the head through your folds for a moment before grinding your hips down just enough to sheath him inside
“Fuck, so fucking tight around me baby”
You whine into his skin as you hide your face into his neck, he’s gently thrusting into you as much as the little space will allow him to do
One of his hands travels between your body’s to start rubbing little circles on your clit while you fist your hands into his hair
“Shit seb, feels so fucking good”
He whines quietly at your praise as he can feel the knot forming in his stomach, he’s close to cumming but thankfully so are you
“Not gonna last much longer baby, cum with me, yeah? Think you can be a good girl and cum with daddy?”
Your nodding frantically as you start to spasm around him, milking his cock for all its worth
He slams his hips into you once more as deep as he can before filling your warm walls with his cum
Somehow all the movement you guys have done has wedged you free, no longer stuck in a tight spot your heading back to his place for round two
Alex:
You and Alex were exploring the deep woods together because he wanted to know what types of things you do in your day to day
He was not expecting the woods to be full of slimes trying to kill you but ya know, it’s always an adventure with the farmer
That’s how you end up in a small cave pressed against each other while you patch up a small wound on his thigh
“You okay? Your being pretty quiet up there”
He’s trying not to focus on how close to his dick your hands are so he doesn’t get hard
It’s not working very well
“I’m fine, just a little scrape I’m sure it’s okay”
“Yeah but it’s better to take care of it now, don’t want it to get infected”
He knows your right but also your hands brushed by his cock and now he’s got a semi
And it’s hard not to notice especially when it twitches as your hands brush over it again
“Baby, sweetheart, love please, you gotta know what your doing to me”
Your feigning innocence because it’s a little entertaining watching him be so flustered
“Hmmmm i should make sure your not injured anywhere else”
Your hands are on the buttons to his jeans looking at him for permission to pull them down
He knows the game your playing, so he lets you
You’ve got his cock out and your gently stroking your hands up and down his shaft, adjusting the pressure to what gets the best reaction out of him
“Oh fuck sweetheart that’s so good”
He’s putty in your hands
You decide to go for double kill and gently lower your mouth on the tip, sucking lightly while you stroke his shaft
He’s moaning loudly now, one hand in your hair to start bobbing you up and down on his cock
“Shiittt baby gonna lemme cum down your throat yeah? Please”
How could you say no to such a nice request
You relax your throat as best you can and take his whole cock into your mouth at once, he’s cumming in seconds
You pull back and swallow as you smile up at him
He needs like ten minutes to recover but he’s returning the favour twice over
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selfish boy - pt. 2 (b.b. & s.r.)
𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
pairing: bucky barnes x steve rogers x fem!reader
word count: 8016
warnings: SMUT, MMF threesome, poly relationship, sub!reader/bucky, dom!steve, unprotected sex, creampies, oral (m+f), praise (as always), overstimulation, a smidge of praise, fingering, handjobs, bi!bucky, bi!steve, mentions of reader being used (idk what that kink is called). petnames used for reader: honey, princess, sweetheart, and i think baby.
summary: after being apart from your boys for so long they've missed you a lot but you have way too much work to do.
When the people at your work had caught wind of you and Steve dating, they stopped sending you out together so that there was never a conflict of interest on a mission. You were simultaneously thankful and pissed off about it. On the one hand, you could remain blissfully ignorant to Steve’s idiotic heroics, but on the other, you almost never got to see him. If you were home he was most likely gone and vice versa, so you really didn’t blame Steve for messing around with Bucky—hell, you’d thought about it yourself more than once.
You used to do most of your missions with Bucky—who wasn’t allowed to work with Steve either. But now your bosses have started to notice some…suspicious behaviors amongst you, Steve, and Bucky. They noticed all the lingering touches, the longing stares, the incredibly fucking obvious flirting amongst the three of you. And in an excess of caution, they stopped sending Bucky with you too.
You wouldn’t have minded so much if it didn’t mean that now you hardly saw either of them.
This was the first time that the three of you had been home at the same time in weeks, maybe even months.
You had only just gotten back from a two week long mission a few days ago and both of them were gone before you left. Steve got back from his ‘extended trip’ not but about a day or two before you and Bucky got back from his just after you left. All that to say, this is the first time you’ve physically seen the pair of them in a while and of fucking course, you were drowning in paperwork.
It fucking sucked. A lot.
All you wanted was to spend time with them, you wanted to devote your complete attention to them and you just couldn’t. You had ‘responsibilities’ and stupid shit like that.
The closest you could get to spending time with them was sitting on the floor, doing paperwork at your coffee table while Steve and Bucky get to snuggle up on the couch together. You hated it. Not just because you were feeling left out but because they were insanely distracting.
Always touching each other (and you) whenever they could, watching their stupid movies too loud because they don’t believe in proper hearing protection. And talking, so much fucking talking about everything. As much as you loved it usually, you were really trying to get your work done and they were just not helping.
You could hear them whispering to each other, Bucky’s little soft laughter and something akin to scolding from Steve. You huff out an aggravated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you stare at the blank form on your computer screen. You just wanted to finish your work and they were making it impossible.
“Honey,” Steve sighs and you can hear him moving behind you but you don't look. You need to focus. “You’re so stressed.”
“Take a break,” Bucky chimes in and before you can even formulate a denial there’s warm hands on your shoulders, squeezing and kneading at your tense muscles.
“Steve…” You try to say it like a warning but it comes out more like an encouragement. “I’m busy.”
“Been busy all day, take a break.” Steve tells you, more of a command than a suggestion this time.
Since the whole thing with Bucky went down, dynamics between you and Steve have…changed, to say the least. Before, you were always the dominant one and you didn’t want it any other way. But then you saw the way Steve was with Bucky and let's just say…you were curious.
At first you weren’t the biggest fan of it, but after a little experimentation you found it wasn’t so bad. You’re still the dominant one about 98% of the time but sometimes, Steve will catch you in the right headspace and you’ll just melt like putty in his hands.
This is one of those times.
“Got so much work to do,” You try to protest but you’re already leaning back into his touch, making soft little sounds as his thumbs press into the tight muscles of your shoulders.
“Do it later,” This time the coaxing comes from Bucky and you feel the cold metal of his hand pulling yours from your laptop so he can shut it for you.
“Come on,” Steve practically coos, thumbs sliding up to rub at the back of your neck. “Bucky’s missed you so much baby, you’re not gonna neglect him any longer, are you?” Fuck, Steve is manipulative.
“I’m not…” You sigh out, tilting your head back into Steve’s touch as your eyes flutter shut. “M’not trying to.”
“No, I know baby,” Steve soothes, thumbs rubbing circles at the tense muscles at the base of your skull. He leans down and you feel his lips pressing against the side of your head, just above your ear. “I know you’re not trying to but you’ve been home for days and you’ve barely given him any attention. You know he gets needy.” Steve whispers, lips quirking into a little smirk at the little whiny noise Bucky makes at his words.
“I know, I’m just…I’m busy,” You whine, turning your head to look back at Steve.
“I know princess, you are so busy,” Bucky murmurs, running his fingers along your jaw to turn your attention to him. “I just missed you.”
“Missed you too, Buck.” You whisper, eyes going all soft as his hand cradles your jaw.
You’re aware that you’ve been neglecting them a little and you hated it. You weren’t meaning to, you want nothing more that to give them every ounce of your attention but you really are just so fucking busy. The boys probably had just as much paperwork as you but they just ignored it in favor of spending time together. They were valuable assets, they had powers and skills you didn’t, they didn’t have to work as hard as you did to keep their spots on the team. They had the luxury of pushing off their work for each other, you didn’t.
“C’mon pretty baby,” Steve sighs, sliding his hands under your shoulders and pulling you up onto the couch before you can protest. “You’re thinking too much.”
“Yeah, gotta shut off the pretty head of yours.” Bucky agrees, letting his hand fall from your face as Steve tugs you up into his lap.
“Menaces,” You huff out, rolling your eyes affectionately as Steve positions you on his lap with your thighs spread over his. “Both of you.”
Steve shushes you, pressing his lips to your temple as his hands run down your sides. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, gaze flicking down to meet Bucky’s where he kneels between yours and Steve’s legs. He smirks back up at you, a knowing look in his eyes as he watches you practically melt against Steve.
You know you shouldn’t, you should tell them to fuck off and get back to your work but they were just so fucking convincing. Not that it really took much effort to convince you anyway. You never could deny them anything, not for long at least.
Steve’s hands slip between your legs, pressing his palms against the soft flesh of your inner thighs to spread your legs a little more. Your legs drape on either side of his, forced open by his hands and his thighs and honestly, you aren’t complaining even if it hurts a little.
You had a habit of walking around in a t-shirt, usually about three sizes too big, and your underwear and nothing else and Steve plans to take full advantage of your attire. He nudges your shirt up until it's bunched up around your hips and Bucky gets a clear shot between your legs, already practically drooling at the sight.
Steve mutters something against your neck but you don't hear it, too lost in the way Bucky’s looking up at you from between your legs. He doesn’t touch but you can tell he wants to, you’d let him if you were the one in charge right now. But you’re not, Steve is, and Steve has a track record of being just a bit meaner than you are.
“Are you even listening?” Steve chuckles, nipping at the little spot where your neck and shoulder meet to try and get your attention.
“Not really,” You answer honestly, shifting your hips a little to lean back against Steve’s chest.
“Still thinking too much, huh princess?” Bucky asks, teasing and cocky in the way he always is, the way you love. He smirks and tilts his head, meeting your gaze with an impossibly arrogant look in his eyes for someone kneeling on the ground.
“She never stops thinking,” Steve mutters and you can’t see it but you think he shares a little smirk with Bucky.
They’re talking about you like you’re not even here and…you hate to admit it but it’s kind of hot. Steve’s hands squeeze at your inner thighs, running his thumb over the soft skin as he chuckles against your neck.
“Make her stop,” Bucky suggests, looking over your shoulder at Steve, a little manipulative pout on his lips that always gets him what he wants.
“Patience,” Steve huffs out a soft laugh but concedes to Bucky’s suggestion. It had been his plan anyway.
Before your brain can even catch up to the conversation, Steve’s hand is slipping higher between your legs. His hand is so big it covers your entire cunt as he cups you through your panties. Your hips jerk a little, thighs tensing and trying to press together around his legs.
“Yeah?” Steve chuckles, voice soft and condescending in your ear.
He doesn’t move his hand for a while, just keeps it pressed firmly against your cunt, smirking at the way you push your hips against his touch. He likes to take his time with you, likes to toy with you and get you all needy and whiny for him and then maybe he’ll give you what you want. (but probably not)
He lets you grind against his hand for a while, kisses practically every inch of your neck as he watches your hips jerk against his hand. It’s not enough pressure, he knows that, you know that, fuck, Bucky probably knows it too, but they just like to watch you work yourself up. And you…well you just like the way it feels.
Your head falls back on Steve’s shoulder, huffing out a shaky breath as your hands clutch at both of his wrists. Everytime you push your hips forward to get more pressure he moves his hand away until you’re back in the position he put you in. It’s maddening, insanely frustrating to work yourself up over and over only to be left hanging once it finally starts to feel like something. And yet you just keep doing it.
“Steve,” You whine, nails digging into the skin of his wrists to try and keep his hand where you want it. But he’s stronger, so much fucking stronger than you, you can’t force him to do shit.
“Shh, be still,” He whispers against your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point just to watch the way your hips jerk in response. “Bucky’s watchin’’ you honey, don’t you want to give him a good show?”
That gets your attention more than you’d like to admit. You lift your head up, fluttering your eyes open only to be met with Bucky’s, staring up at you from between your legs. You groan at the sight, gripping a little tighter at Steve’s wrists as your hips twitch against his hand.
Bucky looks fucking hot. Eyes half lidded, lips puffy and raw from his constant biting at his lip. His cheeks are flushed red and fuck, he looks like he wants to eat you alive and you fucking love it.
Steve notices your reaction and can’t help the little proud smirk on his lips at the two of you. His hand leaves your thigh for a second, grasping your right hand and holding it out for Bucky who understands immediately because Steve’s trained him well. Bucky shifts closer, ducking his head into your hand as your fingers thread into his hair. He blinks up at you and Steve, lips parting at you gently tug his head to the side until his face is pressed against the inside of Steve’s thigh.
“Good girl,” Steve chuckles, smiling proudly at how well you handle Bucky before he’s reaching forward and running his fingers over Bucky’s jaw. He doesn’t have to tell Bucky to stay like that, he already knows.
Steve pulls your hand away from Bucky’s hair and tugs you back against his chest. He barely even gives you a second to get settled before he’s pressing his hand firmly against your cunt, running his fingers over the now damp fabric of your panties. Your breath catches and your head falls back immediately, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist as he rubs slow circles over your underwear.
He does that for a while, just long enough to have to panting and bucking your hips against his hand again. And Bucky’s watching the whole thing from between your legs, looking up at you like he wants to tear you apart and it’s only making you more impatient and needy. Which, you suspect, might be what they wanted.
Just as you open your mouth to say something, Steve slips his fingers to the side, tracing a very very gentle line up the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You spread your legs a little impatiently, shifting your hips against his with a breathy whine to try and get him to hurry up. Steve just huffs out a condescending little laugh against the skin of your neck before his fingers hook under your panties and he shifts them to the side. Doesn’t even bother trying to take them off, pulls them to the side just enough to get what he wants and fuck if that’s not one of the hottest things he’s ever done.
He runs his fingers over your slit once or twice before he’s pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit. He doesn’t tease this time, he rubs his fingers over your clit like it’s muscle memory. The perfect pressure, speed, pattern, everything and the little whiny noises you’re making only seem to encourage him further.
He whispers something against your neck and presses a slow kiss to your skin but you’re not paying any fucking attention. Your head is tilted back against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as you huff out little breathless whines and noises pretty enough to drive the two of them fucking insane.
Steve’s fingers slide a little lower and before you can even react to the loss of stimulation, he’s pushing two fingers into your cunt and pressing his palm against your clit.
“Oh fuck,” You groan out, tightening your grip on his wrist as your hips immediately jerk forward against his touch.
It feels fucking amazing. He pushes his fingers deep into your cunt, stretching you just enough to make your breathing stutter as you grind your clit against his hand. You’re half tempted to ask him to stay like this forever but he pulls his hand away before you can even formulate a single word.
Your head falls forward and you’re fully prepared to beg and plead and whine for him the way he loves. But then you open your eyes and you see him pushing those same fingers into Bucky’s mouth and you’re whining for a completely different reason now. Whining because that’s so so fucking hot and because Bucky moans around Steve’s fingers like he’s been dying to taste you.
“Good boy,” Steve praises, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch the way Bucky cleans every last drop of you off of his fingers. Bucky’s eyes are all soft, filled with want and need and pleading as he looks up at Steve and god, it makes your cunt clench around nothing just seeing him like that.
“Please,” Bucky grits out all soft and pleading and your entire body fucking throbs at the sound of his voice.
“Go ahead baby,” Steve coos, nodding against your neck as he threads his fingers in Bucky’s hair. “Get you a taste pretty boy, you’ve earned it.” He murmurs, guiding Bucky’s head between your legs until you can feel his breath fanning over your cunt.
He doesn’t wait for your permission like last time, just dives right in as if Steve’s permission was all he needed. Like it wasn’t even your cunt but theirs to use as they please and good God that makes your head go all fuzzy.
Bucky’s hands rest in the crease of your thighs, spreading you open as he buries his face in your cunt. He makes a sound like a starved man getting his first taste of food as the tip of his tongue slides over your slit before flicking hungrily at your puffy clit. Your breathing stutters and you choke on a sharp gasp as your back arches, rolling your hips against his mouth.
Bucky usually starts slow, he likes to take his time with you. Spends a bit just savoring your taste and the feel of you on his tongue. But not this time. This time he tastes you eagerly, hungrily, like he’s been drowning and your cunt is the first breath of fresh air he’s been awarded. It’s fast and messy and so so fucking glorious.
He groans against you, pushing your hips down against Steve’s as he presses his face further into your cunt, suckling hungrily at your clit while his tongue draws messy patterns that make your thighs clench. You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you don’t even realize Steve’s hands have moved until he’s guiding your shirt over your head.
Steve’s hand presses against the center of your chest until your body is flush with his and he hooks his chin back over your shoulder to watch. He peppers sweet little kisses all along your neck and shoulders, whispering soft praises into your skin that you’re too lost to hear.
Bucky’s left arm hooks around your leg, draping it over his shoulder at the same time that Steve’s thumb ghosts over your nipple and your brain fully short circuits at that. Your chest arches and you choke on a moan as your hips jerk against Bucky’s face—which he seems to like because he fucking moans into your cunt like he’s the one getting head.
“I think he likes this,” Steve whispers against your neck with that stupidly attractive condescending tone he’s so fond of.
A choked out “Fuck,” is the best thing you can offer in response as Steve rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Somebody grabs your wrist and your too fucked to even open your eyes and see whose it is. They guide your hand lower and lower until you feel Bucky’s hair and you don’t waste a second before threading your fingers into it and pulling. Steve laughs at you and Bucky squeezes at your thigh but you genuinely couldn’t care less because Bucky’s tongue just feels so fucking good. Warm and wet and so so so fucking soft against your clit and christ, your brain has turned to fucking soup.
Steve pinches your nipple harder than usual and you fucking whimper, which isn’t a thing that happens a lot but fuck. Everything just feels so fucking good.
“You gonna cum already baby?” Steve whispers against your shoulder and you can feel his smirk just as much as you can hear it.
You want to say no, want to wipe that smug little smirk off his face but you can’t? How could you when your cunt is literally throbbing and your humping your hips against Bucky’s mouth like a fucking slut? You could try, but with the way Bucky’s just shoved two, thick fingers into your cunt you’re struggling to even remember your name let alone the words you would need to say.
And so you nod, pathetically, whimpering out little broken pleas and half words that make no fucking sense.
“C’mon princess,” Bucky chokes out, pulling back from your cunt just long enough to nip at the squishy skin of your inner thighs before he presses his mouth back against you. Curls his fingers up just right as your hips buck desperately against his tongue.
Steve groans against your neck, hooking his arm around your waist to at least attempt to keep you somewhat still. He squeezes your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers as Bucky keeps pressing his up into that soft squishy spot in your cunt and god, you feel like you’re about to fucking burst. You’re wound up so fucking tight that you’re almost scared to let go. Every single one of your muscles tense, your back arches, your head presses back against Steve’s shoulder and you almost feel like you want to cry that’s how fucking good it all feels.
It feels like fire is coursing through your veins burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. Hot sticky pleasure builds in your stomach, sending little jolts of fucking ecstasy up your spine and down your thighs with every press of Bucky’s fingers into your cunt.
“Go on baby,” Steve whispers all soft and sweet against your ear. “You can do it. You’re gonna cum on his pretty face and then we’re gonna fuck you so stupid you won’t remember your stupid paperwork, yeah?”
Bucky moans against your cunt and that’s all it takes. Your entire body tenses, back arching and fingers clutching at Bucky’s hair as you completely fall apart against his tongue. Your hips still but he doesn’t let up, if anything he starts flicking his tongue faster, suckling at your swollen clit as he thrusts his fingers into you harder and faster.
Your stammering out fucking gibberish, gasping out shaky little whines as you try desperately to squeeze your legs shut despite the full grown super soldier between them. Your hips jerk, jolting clumsily against Bucky’s mouth as your little gasps and whines turn to choked out sobs.
Steve is whispering soothing praise against your ear but all you can hear is your own pounding heart and the blood rushing in your veins. Your chest heaves as you fall back against Steve’s chest, panting like a goddamn dog as your whole body goes limp. You don’t even have to push Bucky away because he slows to a stop on his own, like he just knew you’d had enough.
“Fuck,” Bucky grits out and you can only just barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. You flutter your eyes open, blink a few times to clear your blurry vision, and then you see him, kneeling between your legs. His face slick with your juices, lips wet and swollen, eyes half lidded as he stares down at your cunt. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispers, voice rough and rumbling as his left hand hooks over your hips and he presses his fucking metal thumb against your clit.
“Makes such a pretty mess, doesn’t she?” Steve chuckles and he sounds oddly proud as Bucky strokes his metal thumb slowly over your puffy, oversensitive clit, both of them ignoring the way you whimper and try to squeeze your legs shut.
“Yeah,” Bucky sighs, nodding his head as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Yeah…fuck.”
“Don’t be selfish baby,” Steve scolds and before you can even register, he’s leaning down and grasping the back of Bucky’s head, pulling him into a kiss. It’s sloppy, all tongue and teeth and spit and you’re just stuck in between them, watching the whole thing and it really, really shouldn’t make your cunt throb the way it does.
You blame the little needy whine that leaves your throat on the way Bucky’s thumb is still rubbing soft little circles on your clit. Totally not because watching Steve and Bucky make out like this makes your whole body feel all hot and fluttery.
Steve’s hand comes up to the back of your head and he shifts beneath you, turning his head and pressing his lips to yours without a second's intermission. He kisses you the same way he had just kissed Bucky, hot and messy, tongue pushing into your mouth like it’s his. You can taste a little bit of yourself on his tongue and the fact that you know it’s left over from Bucky’s mouth sends a chill of pleasure down your spine.
You whine into his mouth as Bucky’s hands leave your body leaving you empty and wanting. Steve turns so that he’s sitting sideways on the couch, lifting you with ease until you’re facing him fully, straddling one of his thighs.
Before you can even get settled, two pairs of hands are on your body, pushing and pulling until you’re positioned how they want you. You move easily, pliant and willing as Bucky guides your hips up and back and Steve pushes your head down until you’re face down ass up between his legs. Bucky tugs at your panties, pulling them down your thighs and then grasping at your legs, one at a time to tug them the rest of the way down. They don’t even say anything, just move you around like you’re nothing but a toy for them to use and your only a little ashamed to admit that that is fucking hot.
“Look at you, honey,” Steve mutters, somehow condescendingly proud as his thumbs stroke at your cheek. “Being so good for us, aren’t you?” He means it honestly but that stupid condescension makes it sound like teasing and somehow, you think, maybe that makes it hotter.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Bucky sighs and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself but you really, really don’t care. Especially not when he pushes three of his fingers into your cunt and spreads them just to watch the way you stretch around him.
“Yeah,” Steve chuckles, smirking as he tilts your head up until you’re looking up at him. “You’re gonna let me borrow your pretty mouth while he fucks you stupid, hm?” It’s a question but he says it like a demand and good lord, you fucking love that.
“Think she’s already fucked stupid, Stevie,” Bucky chuckles, spreading his fingers inside of you to stretch you out a little more. “Aren’t you, princess?”
You nod your head dumbly, eyes squeezing shut as you press your hips back against Bucky’s hand. Steve notices the way your fucking yourself on Bucky’s fingers and he clicks his tongue, gently slapping his hand against your cheek to get your attention back on him.
“Needy baby,” He scolds, smirking at the increasingly desperate look in your eyes as you force them open. “Get to work, sweetheart, my cock isn’t going to suck itself, is it?”
God. You fucking love when he’s like this, all mean and bossy. He doesn’t swear a lot, or really at all, but he does when he’s like this and it drives you (and Bucky) fucking insane to hear him being so incredibly vulgar.
You whine, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you shift back, pressing your elbows into the couch on either side of Steve’s hips. Your hands shake, trembling as they stumble over his jeans. He makes no move to help you, just huffs out a little laugh and strokes his fingers through your hair, watching your fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans for a few times before you finally get it. He lifts his hips off the couch, an amused smile on his face as he watches you tug his bottoms off just enough to get at his cock.
“There you go,” He sighs, shifting a little as you wrap your hand around his cock and give him a few slow strokes.
He doesn’t rush you like you thought he would, lets you take your time stroking him and running your tongue over his length until you’ve gathered enough brain power to take him into your mouth. He lets out a low groan, gathering your hair into his fist and shifting so that he can watch you better.
Bucky’s fingers pull out of your cunt once more and you can hear him shifting around behind you as he shoves his sweats down his thighs. He grasps your hip with his metal hand, keeping you at least somewhat still as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds.
“Shit,” Bucky groans under his breath as he presses his cock against your entrance.
This he chooses to be slow about, pushes just the tip into your cunt and then just stops. You whine around Steve’s cock, squeezing your eyes shit and trying, uselessly, to push your hips back against his. He holds your hips with both hands now, giving you a little squeeze as he holds you still.
“Hush princess, focus on Stevie, lemme take my time.” He tells you, running his hands over the small of your back as he slowly pushes into you.
You try to listen, try to focus on Steve and the taste of him, the way his cock throbs against your tongue, but it’s so fucking hard to focus on anything other than the way Bucky’s cock is stretching you open so so fucking slowly.
“I don’t think she can, Buck.” Steve huffs out and there’s a little fucked up part of you that desperately wants to prove him wrong.
“Oh she can,” Bucky responds, squeezing at your hips as he pushes in a little more. “Can’t you sweetheart?” He chuckles and it’s so incredibly condescending and antagonistic but it fucking works.
Something in your brain just clicks and you shift your scattered attention back to Steve. Your dominant hand wraps around his cock with a little more purpose, squeezing at the base the way you know drives him crazy. You take him further into your mouth, alternating between bobbing your head and suckling at his tip while your hand strokes up and down.
“Fuuuck,” Steve draws out, letting his head fall back against the arm of the couch with a low moan.
You’ve spent a long time learning Steve’s body, what he likes, what he loves, what will make him cum in less than 5 minutes and even though you can hardly remember what color the sky is, you remember that.
“There she is,” Bucky grunts and you can hear the fucking smirk in his voice as he finally sinks his cock all the way into you.
“Fuck, that’s it, just like that honey,” Steve sighs out, lifting his head just enough to watch as you suck him off.
Bucky pulls his hips back and you match him, moving your head in time with his hips. He pushes back in, you go back down, taking as much of Steve’s cock into your mouth while your hand strokes the rest. Bucky squeezes your hip again, cursing under his breath as he draws his hips back again. He thrusts into you a little faster this time, fingers pressing into the front of your hips hard enough to bruise.
Steve wraps your hair around his fist with his right hand while his left runs over your cheek. Stroking his fingers across your face as he watches you and he looks so, so fucking proud that it makes your brain melt.
“That’s a good girl,” He coos, “Yeah, there you go, just keep your eyes on me while he fucks you, hm?”
God, you really fucking love when he’s like this.
You’ve always loved praise, even when you’re the one domming but there’s something infinitely hotter about getting praised like this. Getting told you’re making someone feel good is one thing but getting told you’re a good girl while you’ve got your mouth around Steve’s cock and your cunt stuffed full of Bucky’s is just so much better.
You whine and Steve smirks like he knows it’s because of what he said and not from Bucky’s fucking you.
“Fucks sake,” Bucky grits out, “Whatever you just did, she fucking loved it. Fucking squeezing the life out of my cock princess, shit.” He moans, grip tightening on your hips before he starts fucking you harder, thrusting into you faster, almost impatiently like you’ve broken his control.
“Oh yeah?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head like you’ve done something painfully endearing.
“Christ, fuck Steve—mmf—so fuckin’ tight…can’t…m’not gonna fuckin’ last,” Bucky moans, fucking into you so hard that you’re seeing fucking stars.
“That’s alright baby, she can take it.” Steve huffs out, his own hips bucking up into your mouth like his own control is faltering. “Can’t you?”
You do your best to nod up at Steve but it’s hard with the tight grip he’s got on your hair and even harder when Bucky reaches an arm around your waist and starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. You choke on a moan, body tensing up and you use the last little semblance of your brain to pull your mouth off Steve’s cock before you clench your jaw.
“Sorry,” You choke out, resting your head on Steve’s thigh and squeezing your eyes shut. You’re not even really sure why you’re apologizing, it’s not like you’re not giving Steve any attention, your hand is still working his cock in time with Bucky’s thrusts.
“Shh honey, s’okay,” Steve soothes, running his fingers across your cheek as you whimper into his thigh. “You’re okay, you can take it.” He whispers, moaning low in his chest as you grip him a little tighter.
Bucky bends forward, pulling you up so that your weight is resting on your hands instead on your elbows. His chest presses flush against your back and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His metal hand slides over the center of your chest and up the front of your throat before grasping your jaw and tilting your head up.
“Look,” He whimpers into your neck, squeezing your jaw in his metal hand until you open your eyes and find yourself staring back. “So pretty.” He gasps out, panting against the side of your neck as he starts fucking you even faster.
Doggy style is not yours or Bucky’s favorite, you both like to see the faces of the people you’re fucking, so fact that there’s a mirror directly across from the couch makes it so much fucking better.
He keeps one hand on your jaw and the other between your legs, rubbing harsh circles on your clit as he fucks the air out of your lungs. You watch his face in the mirror, tilting your head back against his shoulder and reaching your free hand up to thread into his hair.
You’ve, selfishly, forgotten about Steve entirely until he places his hand over yours and starts stroking his cock with your hand. He doesn’t match Bucky’s pace, he goes slow and soft and you know it’s because he’s trying not to cum yet, he doesn’t like making a mess like that.
Bucky’s babbling incoherently into your neck, muffling desperate little whimpers against your skin as he fucks you. His voice is all soft and high-pitched, the way he always gets when he’s about to cum and you fucking love it, god, you could probably cum just from hearing him like this.
He whines your name and pinches your clit and you are so, so fucking close to falling apart. You pull hard at his hair, arching your back as your entire fucking body tenses up. The sounds the two of you are making are so desperately pathetic, paired with the loud, vulgar sounds of your cunt around his cock and it sounds like your both being fucked stupid.
“Oh fuckfuckfuuuuck,” Bucky whimpers against your neck before tilting his head down to press his forehead against your shoulder.
He slows his thrusts, panting into your skin as he draws his hips all the way back before driving them forward just as slow. His fingers are still rubbing rough circles on your clit, slipping messily against your slick skin as he fucks you much softer and slower than he had been.
“Tilt your hips for him honey,” Steve tells you, bucking his hips against your hands.
You listen because you really don’t have the mental capacity not to. Angle your hips back towards his so that this time when his cock slides into you, it grazes against that spot. Your mouth hangs open and your brows pinch together as a broken little whimper falls from your lips.
“Good girl,” Steve coos, moaning low in his chest as he continues hacking himself off with your hand. “There you go baby, she’ll cum for you now, won’t she?” His voice comes out all soft and sweet and it makes Bucky fucking whimper.
“Yeah, fuck…yeah,” You gasp out, nodding your head a little as Bucky’s cock drags ever so slowly over your g-spot.
“Please,” Bucky whines into your shoulder, fingers stuttering against your clit as you clench around his cock.
“Rub your clit for me honey.” Steve coaxes, shifting up onto his knees and moving your hand from his cock to your cunt and Bucky’s hips still, pressing his cock deep within you.
You nod and press your fingers against your clit as Bucky drags his hand up to squeeze your hip. You start out slow at first, whimpering at the contrast of your soft, gentle fingers to Bucky’s rough, demanding ones. Steve runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, pulling his face out of your shoulder with a soft hum.
“C’mon, you can do it Buck,” Steve whispers, running his fingers over Bucky’s cheeks as he cradles his face.
“Wanna cum,” Bucky whines, sniffling a little and just the thought that he might be crying makes you clench around him.
“I know,” Steve sighs, peppering little kisses across Bucky’s flushed face. “I know you do baby, just move a little faster for me, yeah? You wanna make her cum first, don’t you?”
“Mhmm,” He hums, all soft and needy as he gives Steve a little nod. He inhales a sharp, shuddering breath, whimpering as he draws his hips back and starts fucking you again.
“There you go, baby,” Steve praises, pressing a soft, soothing kiss to Bucky’s lips as he continues stroking his thumbs across Bucky’s cheeks. “Good boy.”
“Jesus,” You gasp out, a breathy moan falling from your lips at the combination of your fingers, Bucky’s cock, and Steve being stupidly soft with Bucky.
“Oh God,” Bucky whimpers, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he starts fucking you eagerly, hard and fast and so so fucking good.
“You,” Steve shifts his attention to you. “You be a good girl and cum for him, yeah?” He whispers, cradling your face in his hands the same way he had been holding Bucky’s.
You nod your head, moving your fingers a little faster against your clit. Something about the combination of Steve telling Bucky how to fuck you, Bucky’s cock driving hard and fast into your cunt, over your g-spot, and your own fingers on your clit is making you fucking delirious and you’re too far gone to even try to decipher what.
“He’s been waiting for this for a long time, honey. Be a good girl and let him have it, ok?” Steve tells you, pressing a similarly soft kiss to your lips before pulling back and settling back down on the couch to watch the two of you.
Bucky’s rambling nonsense into the crook of your neck, nipping and mouthing at your skin. He drives his hips into you a little harder, thrusts growing reckless and impatient as you clench around him.
Your whole body feels hot and sweaty, muscles growing weak and shaky as his cock continues slamming into your g-spot. Your head feels blissfully empty and you thrust your hips back against his, driving yourself closer and closer to the edge. Your clit is swollen and puffy and so incredibly sensitive but you need more, you press two fingers against your clit and rub harder, faster to match Bucky’s needy thrusts.
You’re clenching around him so tight that it almost hurts and his cock can barely move inside of you. He groans low in his throat, all deep and rumbly against your back as he bends you forward so that he can fuck you deeper. You brace a hand on Steve's shoulder, nails digging into his skin as an entirely too needy whine weasels its way out of your throat.
Bucky’s holding back, already on the knife’s edge of his climax. He wants, needs to cum but more than that, he needs you to cum and he knows you’re close too. He can feel it in the way your cunt is squeezing around his cock, throbbing and pulsing with each thrust of his hips and its driving him fucking insane. He whimpers and tosses his head back, gripping your hips in both hands and dragging you back on his cock with each thrust.
Steve curses under his breath and when you look down you see him stroking his own cock as he watches you and that’s it. You fall brutally over the edge the second you see that.
You lose yourself, eyes rolling back in your head as your mouth hangs open with a desperate whimper. Your whole body tenses up, back arching, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Your cunt squeezes around Bucky’s cock and pulses as he thrusts into you with short, shallow thrust before he fucking spills inside of you. His cock throbs and twitches inside of you and you can just barely hear his pathetic whimpering over the sound of your own pulse hammering in your ears.
Before you’re even able to try to come down from your climax, Bucky is pulling out of you and Steve is yanking you into his lap. Pushing his cock up into you before you even have a chance to whine at the loss of Bucky’s.
“Oh fuck me, Jesus,” Steve grits out, grasping at your hips as he bucks up into you.
He fucks you with a fierceness that leaves you standing at the precipice of your second climax, ready to fall into your third at a moments notice. You fall weakly into his chest, whimpering breathlessly into his skin as he fucks you to tears.
You’re sobbing and breathless, still wound up impossibly tight from your last climax. The wet sticky sounds your cunt is making and the sobbing whimpers leaving your mouth mix with Steve’s choked out moans and it sounds so incredibly fucking vulgar.
You’re lost in a sea of pleasure and painful overstimulation, standing on the edge of another climax before you’ve even come down from the last one. Your cunt pulses around Steve’s cock and your hips writhe against his, stuck somewhere between wanting more and less at the same time.
God, you want to cum again, you really fucking do but fuck it’s just too fucking much. It hurts, every brutal thrust of Steve’s cock draws a cry from your lips and you’re half tempted to tell him to stop but it's a good kind of hurt. Like pressing your fingers against a fresh bruise, it hurts but you want to do it again and again and again.
“Fucking hell,” Steve grits out, grasping the back of your neck to push you forward into his body so he can fuck you harder. “Sh-shhh honey, you’re okay.” He tries to soothe you, smoothing his hand over your back as you sob into his shoulder.
You gasp out his name, digging your nails into his skin as you clench around him. Your entire body writhes, squirming pathetically atop of him and you don’t know if you’re trying to get away or get more but he holds you in place either way.
“C’mon, you can give me one more,” He groans into your skin, mouthing at your shoulder as he holds you against him.
“It hurts,” You sob out, gasping for breath as he fucks up into your cunt so hard you think you might pass out.
“I know it does, but you can take it.” He tries to soothe you but all it does is work you up even more. “Be a good girl for me, you can gimme one more can’t you, honey?” He says it like a question but you know it’s not, he’s gonna get another orgasm out of you whether you give it willingly or not and that thought drives you crazy.
You nod your head pathetically, sobbing and whimpering into his skin with each brutal thrust of his hips. You slip one hand back between your legs and your entire body fucking jolts the second you touch your fingers to your clit. It only takes a few, gentle rubs against your puffy clit before you're falling completely and totally over the edge yet again.
It’s not a particularly satisfying climax, it’s fast and painful but theres a hint of relief that comes with it. It leaves you even more sensitive than the last and Steve has to use both hands to hold your hips still as he fucks up into you. He curses your name under his breath giving you a few final thrusts before he’s cuming into your cunt and fucking you full of his and Bucky’s cum.
You’re sobbing into his shoulder, going limp on top of him as your cunt tightens up around his cock so tight he can't move. He’s murmuring soft praise into your skin, and you feel both his and Bucky’s hands running over your back to try and soothe you.
You stay like that for a while, or at least it feels like a while to you but you’ve lost all concept of time so it really could’ve been just a few seconds. Bucky tucks himself into Steve’s side, rubbing slow circles on your back as you rest limply in Steve’s lap. Steve’s running his hands through your hair, whispering soft, soothing words into your skin as you slowly come down.
“You doing alright, princess?” Bucky whispers, dipping his head down to press a startlingly soft kiss to your shoulder.
You nod weakly, muttering out something alarmingly close to gibberish as you flutter your eyes open. Your brain feels like fucking mush, you can’t even formulate a clear enough thought to speak, like they’ve fucked the english language right out of your head.
“Mm, told you we’d fuck you stupid, didn’t he?” Bucky teases, smiling fondly as he rests his head beside yours on Steve’s shoulder.
“Be nice, Buck,” Steve scolds, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you back to meet your eye. His thumbs stroke gently at your cheeks, wiping at your tears as he gives you the most utterly love-struck smile. “You sure you’re alright honey, went kinda rough on you didn’t we?”
“Sleepy,” Is the only word you can think of, earning a chuckle from both men as Steve guides your head back to his shoulder.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first then you can sleep, yeah?” Steve whispers and Bucky’s getting up from the couch before Steve even finishes his sentence.
“Mhmm,” You hum, wincing softly as Steve shifts, pulling out of you and flipping you over so that you’re laying on your back.
“Did such a good job, baby, let us take care of you.” Steve whispers, peppering loving kisses all over your face as Bucky returns, running a damp rag over your thighs.
You’re asleep before they even finish cleaning you up but you think you hear one of them say something about getting your paperwork done for you and God, you fucking love them.
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