Well, not gone, exactly. He came home every night. Quietly. After midnight. Exhausted, smelling like coffee and collapsing into bed.
You’d touch his arm, curl against his chest, try to kiss his neck or whisper something sweet.
“Too tired, baby.” He’d mumble.
Every time.
You understood. The new album, the pressure, the hours of mixing and recording and starting over from scratch - it was all taking a toll. You knew that.
But knowing didn’t stop the ache. Didn’t stop the way your body burned every time he leaned across you without a second glance. Didn’t stop the way you’d bite your lip when he stripped down to nothing and got into bed beside you, muscles tense and mouth slack with fatigue.
You missed him. A lot.
You missed the way he touched you like you were the only thing in the world worth worshipping. The way he used to pin your wrists and fuck you so deep you forgot your name. The way he’d moan against your neck, low and filthy, telling you how sweet and tight and perfect you were.
Now?
You just came twice. Yep, twice and yet you didn’t feel satisfied. Greedy? Definitely. But you couldn’t help it. The pantie vibrator still was on, overstimulating you. Nipples sore, you were far gone. So far so that you didn’t hear the front door open. You definitely didn’t hear Noah walk towards the bedroom.
The shadow in the doorway made you freeze.
Noah.
And his gaze dropped straight to where your legs were spread, shirt hitched up, nipples red, vibrator soaked and still buzzing against your dripping core.
“Noah-“ You choked out, breathless.
He didn’t answer. Stepped inside, like a lion to its prey. You felt another wave of wetness drip from your pussy from the look alone.
“I leave you alone for a few nights.” He said, voice low and dark. “And this is how you behave?”
Your breath hitched. You froze - vibrator still softly buzzing against your clit, panties soaked, nipples sore and pinched from how long you’d been playing with them.
“Noah…” You whispered, eyes wide, thighs trembling. “I-I didn’t think you’d be home…”
“Clearly.” He stalked toward the bed slowly, dark eyes drinking in every inch of you. “You’re fucking soaked. All this from a little toy, baby?”
He grabbed the remote off the mattress and turned the vibrator up - not off. You cried out, hips jerking as the pressure mounted again. He smirked, eyes locked on your twitching body.
“You’ve already come, haven’t you?” He asked, noticing how you were overstimulated.
You could barely speak.
“I asked you a question.” His voice dropped an octave, dangerous. “How many times?”
“T-Two.” You stuttered out.
Noah tilted his head, jaw clenching.
“And were you gonna go again?” He murmured, crawling onto the bed, one knee between your legs.
Your eyes fluttered closed, heat pulsing deep in your core. “Y-Yes…”
He laughed under his breath, a dark, wicked sound. “Fucking insatiable.”
With one sharp flick of his hand, the toy was gone - tossed across the room. Your whimper was cut off by the feeling of his fingers replacing it. Rough, warm, sliding through your slick folds before he pushed two inside without warning.
You screamed.
“God, this pussy’s a fucking mess.” He growled, curling his fingers just right. “You were begging for me without saying a word, weren’t you? Just laying here fucking yourself, waiting for me to catch you.”
Your mouth dropped open but no sound came. Just a whimper. You were ruined.
Noah leaned over you, teeth grazing your jaw. “I should leave you like this. Desperate. Crying. But you look too fucking pretty like this, baby.”
Before you knew it, his fingers were replaced by him.
One deep, hard thrust. No warning. No teasing. Just Noah, thick and hard and perfect, splitting you open and punching a cry straight from your throat.
Your back arched off the bed. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders. You didn’t care that you were too sensitive.
You needed this.
“Take it.” He gritted out, hips snapping against yours with bruising force. “You wanna come without me? Wanna act like a needy little slut? Then take my cock like one.”
Every thrust was deeper than the last, dragging against that swollen, throbbing spot inside you until your vision blurred. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
“Noah…fuck…I’m gonna…”
“Already?” He smiled, dark and proud, sweat dripping from his brow. “You’re so fucked out you can’t even form words.”
You nodded, tears spilling from your eyes, lips trembling.
He grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. “Look at me when you come.”
Your orgasm hit like a goddamn bomb.
You screamed his name, body shaking, thighs locking around his waist, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you. He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking into you like he needed to wreck you completely - and maybe he did.
He groaned, low and guttural, when you clenched around him again.
“Fuck…fuck…you’re so tight-” His rhythm stuttered, and then he was spilling inside you with a strangled moan, hips grinding deep as he emptied every drop.
You lay there beneath him, body limp, lips parted, mind blank.
Noah collapsed on top of you, panting against your neck, hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together.
After a moment, he murmured into your skin.
“Next time you miss me that bad, you call me. Or better yet…” He lifted his head, eyes soft now. “Just beg.”
Summary: you asked your friend Colby for a favor in which he does it very well.
Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader
“Colby” you called out your friends name running down the stairs almost tripping over the last step in a rush. He called out from the kitchen where he was sitting on the counter a spoon of cereal in one hand and his phone in the other. Running in you slid across the wooden floors due to your socks you came up behind him throwing your arms around his shoulders from behind causing his spoon to hit his bowl of cereal loudly. “ you know I love you so much right? And you’re my absolute favorite person ever.” You gushed at him leaving slobbery kisses on his cheek. Scrunching his nose he put his hand on your face to prevent you from attacking his cheek pushing you away.
“ what do you want ?” He asked grumpily wiping off your kisses causing you to pout at him.
“ I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” You told him going straight to the point. You were supposed to be filming a scene with your ex boyfriend today for the show you were cast in, you broke things off with him because he was controlling and he continued to message you thinking he still had a chance. During your whole relationship he hated Colby because he knew Colby had a crush on you but you weren’t the type to cheat and reassured him but it wasn’t enough so what better way to show up than with the guy he was jealous of. Plus Colby owed you for covering for him when he was in prank wars.
“Why?” He asked turning to look at you on his stool. “ josh is supposed to be a guest in this episode we’re filming and I want him to lay off.” You whined hoping that Colby would say yes because he liked you that much. “ no , why pretend, when it can be real.” He smiled his beautiful smile at you cheeks bones lifted while he grabbed your hand to pull you in. You yelped stumbling into his parted legs hands resting on his shoulder to keep yourself from falling into him. You were nose to nose with him your wide eyes staring into his blue ones. “ oh my god Colby yes or no.” You asked pushing off his shoulders. “ do I get to kiss you.” He asked quirking an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “ yeah whatever.” You mumbled walking away to get ready. “ love you” he called at your retreating figure getting a middle finger in return.
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You had to rush Colby to get ready so you could Make it to hair and makeup but he had taken his sweet time getting ready almost making you late. You were running through the studio building the set was set up in, Colby’s fingers interlaced with yours so he wouldn’t get lost. He tried to keep up with your scurrying feet trying to dodge people as easily as you did but it was hard when he was a lot more taller than you. He couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of your hands interlocked with each other because it felt like you were going to dislocate his shoulder every time you did a sudden turn as you tugged him along.
To his relief you had made it into the hair and makeup trailer following you in as you barged in but in a calmer pace. You wanted to groan out loud seeing your ex sitting in one of the chairs getting his hair done looking up from his phone to look at you his eyes lighting up. The joy didn’t last once he caught sight of the blue eyed boy trailing behind him. Smirking to yourself you turn around to face your friend reaching for his hand. “ baby you can sit over there.” You smiled at Colby pointing over to the couch against the wall. He nodded about to walk away but you surprised him by tugging on his shirt catching his attention once more. You leaned up on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips causing his breathe to hitch before pulling away and smiling up at him and skipping away to your chair. He stared at you dumbstruck that you actually went through with kissing him, something he had been wanting to do since he met you. His attention was token away from you at the sound of your ex slamming the trailer door on his way out angrily.
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You had finished getting ready and change so you led Colby to sit on your chair while you filmed so he could watch you in action. He still couldn’t shake off the kiss you had given him early and he found himself wanting to feel your lips again, now that he had gotten a taste he wanted more. But His flirty demeanor was suddenly gone making him act all shy around you otherwise he would’ve stolen a couple kisses from you using the excuse that he was your “boyfriend”. You kissed his cheek goodbye running off a couple feet away to speak to the director about your scene. Now that you were somewhere else his attention was able to wonder off, he looked around in amazement at the production sight. It was like a colony of ants, everyone scurrying around talking loudly trying to get work done, it was an incredible sight. As he finished looking at the set his eyes met those of your ex causing his eyebrows to raise in amusement at the glare that was being sent his way. Feeling confident all over again he smiled smugly at him raising his hand and wiggling his fingers in a hello motion to antagonize him. He laughed at the visible scowl your ex portrayed moving his eyes back to your figure where you were walking towards set your ex heading that way for the scene.
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You hadn’t mentioned that your ex would be your love interest for this episode so Colby sat there angrily as your ex kept messing up the scene on purpose. You were getting impatient and irritated that he kept kissing you wrong on purpose even though the director had gotten onto him, he kept moving his head weird so he could block the cameras angle. Finally having enough you asked for a time out running off set and towards Colby. Your ex called your name but you ignored him angrily grabbing Colby’s hand and yanking him towards the back. “ woah hey slow down.” He pulled on your hand trying to calm you down. You sighed running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “ he’s doing that on purpose Colby! It’s fucking annoying and he’s going to slow production down.” You rambled angrily glaring over at your ex who was staring at you guys.
Colby frowned at your frustration state knowing how serious you took your job, it upset him knowing that jackass was making it hard on you just to be petty. Letting out a sigh he grabbed your Chin making you look him in the eyes. “ I know mama but you just have to do your part. Let him get in trouble. He’s taking advantage of the situation but at the end of the day you’re not going back to him and he knows that.” He reassured you trying to lift your spirits up which seemed to lift your spirits up just a tiny bit by the nod of your head. “ here I’ll get him off your ass.” He told you feeling confident in his next move. Before you could ask what he meant he pulled you in by your cheeks placing his lips on yours. It was just as good as the first one and he was going to make the most of it not getting enough of your plump lips against him.
Your head was spinning the smell of his cologne overwhelming you in the best way, you wanted to moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your cheek and the other one that rest on your hip. You wanted nothing more than to go back to your trailer and letting him have his way with you with the way he was kissing you. The sound of your whimper traveled straight to his dick when he pulled back gently tucking on your button lip with his teeth, he let out a moan when you chased his lips wanting more. “ we’ll finish this later.” He promised knowing you were seeing him in a new light. He knew you no longer saw him as your friend and he was excited for you to wrap up so you could continue, he couldn’t get enough of you.
You looked so pretty to him, droopy eyes, swollen lips and breathless as you looked at him like he put the stars in the sky.
You honestly don’t know why you kept rejecting his advances towards you but after that kiss you felt like an idiot for doing so. You could’ve been getting kissed silly but you were so foolish and kept rejecting the gorgeous man in front you.
Nodding in agreement still in a daze from him you received one more kiss before being pushed by Colby towards set. Your ex had completely left your mind but he was furious and after that display he made sure to get it right not wanting to think of Colby’s lips on yours. Luckily for you he wanted to get as far away from you as possible allowing you to wrap up so you could go back to the awaiting boy. You guys laughed at your exs behavior happy that the message was loud and clear and he wouldn’t be bothering you anymore. In a happy mood you guys went home where you could continue your business in private.
Summary: You and Louis meet at the bar, well over a lighter outside, but the party continues inside before it ends back at his house.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, cigarette smoking, oral (both), hair pulling, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, just absolutely filthy
Not a request / not edited
Your lights clicks and gives spark, but no flame, "Fucking hell." You sigh and drop your lighter into your purse.
You look around, on the hunt for a lighter, and your eyes land on him.
You keep your cigarette between your pointer and middle finger and walk up to him. He does a double take before turning to you fully, "Hello."
You smile and tilt your head, "Hi." You hold up your hand, "You don't happen to have a lighter do you? Mine died and I really need this."
You hold up your hand that's holding the cigarette and he chuckles with a nod and reaches into the chest pocket of his jean jacket, "Here ya go." He reaches his arm out and flicks the lighter on.
He watches as you put the cigarette between your lipstick-faded lips and lean in to take a drag.
You lean back and take the cigarette from your lips, smiling at him as you exhale the smoke, "Thank you so much."
He nods, "Anytime." He holds out the lighter and you give him a confused look as you take another drag.
"Keep it. I've got plenty." He winks and you smile as you take it, "Thank you. Again"
He stares at you for a few seconds, "I'm Louis."
"Y/N." You bring the cigarette to your lips and Louis steps closer, "So, y/n. Are you coming or going?"
You shrug, "I was coming, but then my friends ditched me so now I'm kinda stuck on what to do.
He rolls his eyes, "Fuckin idiots. I'm sorry, love. Do you need a lift home?"
You look at him and smile, "Are you coming or going?"
He smirks and tilts his head as he shrugs, "I'm doing whatever you're doing." He flicks his cigarette into the street and exhales the smoke before turning towards you, "That is, if you're okay with that."
"You gave me a lighter, of course I'm okay with that."
He smirks, "Alright then."
You take the last drag before flicking it into the street with his, "Ready?"
"Ready."
You make your way back into the club with Louis by your side. You make your way back to the bar, "What are ya havin, love?" Louis leans in and yells over the music.
"I'll have whatever you're having." You say back, "Surprise me."
"Two vodka Red Bulls, please." Louis orders his drinks and looks over at you, "That okay?" You nod with a smile, "That's actually my drink of choice, too."
His mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen, "Shut the fuck up. No way."
You nod again and laugh, "Yes way."
He taps his fist against the bar, "Look at that. We're meant to be."
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Five vodka Red Bulls later and it sure seems that way.
You and Louis are perfect together.
"You're so fucking sexy." He says into your ear, "Your dress is fucking.. fuck." He pulls your hips closer to him, "Where the fuck have you been all my life?"
You turn around to face him and he puts his leg between yours. You grind to the beat of the song as you stare up at him, "Asking myself that too."
He smiles and shakes his head, "Come here." He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into kiss him. Your hands grip his shirt, whimpering against his lips.
You needed him.
"Please."
He leans back and chuckles, "Mm. Eager little one, ain't cha.." he leans in, "I like you."
You bite your lip, "I think.." you press your fingers to his lips, "we need a cigarette."
He laughs and keeps his eyes on you as you grab his hand and pull him out. He grabs his jacket off of the back of the chair and out the door you guys go.
"Mm. Nope." Louis grabs your hand and pulls you to him, "Here." He puts the unlit cigarette between his lips and lays his jacket over your shoulders.
You smile and lose your balance as you look at him, tripping backwards. Louis catches you, "Whoa. Fuck. Hey now." He wraps his arm around your waste and looks down at you, "Ya alright there, darlin'?"
You giggle and bring the cigarette up to your lips, "Mhm." He smiles after taking his own from his lips, "Now hold still."
He raises his eyebrows as he flicks the lighter on. Your eyes focus on the flame as he gives you a light.
You take a drag and remove it from your lips, exhaling the smoke with a sigh, "You have really pretty eyes, Louis." You tilt your head and look into them, "You know that?"
He smiles and you can tell he's getting shy, "Thank you, y/n." He takes another drag and smirks when he realizes you're still staring at him.
"Fuck." He smiles with a cute laugh.
"You're so pretty." You run your fingers up his neck and he tilts his head, chuckling, "You're very pretty to look at too.. but you know what?"
You take the last drag of your cigarette before flicking it and tilt your head, "Hmm?" You blow out the smoke and Louis leans in, "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."
You grip his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, "Don't say things you don't mean."
His head snaps towards you and he grips your waist, "Who fuckin' said I didn't mean it? Because I do." He backs you up against the wall, "You are the most.." he tilts his head, "You know.."
You slip your hand under his shirt and rest your head against the brick, "Tell me."
His eyes move from your lips back up to your eyes a few times fast before he leans in and presses his lips to yours, mumbling against your lips, "I used to never believe in that love at first sight bullshit.."
He leans back and brushes hair from your face, " But now I think I do."
You smile big and pull him in, "Let's go."
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You and Louis stumble through the door of his close by apartment, hands roaming each other's newly found territory.
"You're such a fuckin' beauty." He grabs your face with his hands, examining just how much a beauty you actually are.
"I want..." you lick your lips and rest your cheek into his hand, "You to use me in anyway you want."
He's slightly taken aback for a moment, but doesn't deny, "If I hurt you, tell me, yeah?"
You nod, "Got it."
He lifts you up, pulling your dress up over your ass as he walks you to the couch, "Got me achin', babe." He sits down and you instantly lean in and kiss him, knocking his hat off his head as you run your hands up his hair.
He tilts his head to the side as you kiss down his neck. A throaty moan quietly escapes his lips as you leave a mark, "Shit."
His hand slides up your back, tangling around your hair. He gives your head a gently yank and tilts your head to look at him.
"Can I suck your cock?" You ask innocently, and that drives Louis wild. He smirks and nods, "You read my mind, babe."
You shuffle off of him, getting onto your knees in front of him. You slide your hands up the top of his thighs to the top of his pants. His eyes stay on your face as you shrug them down.
"So big." You whisper as you pull his cock from his boxers. You hum slightly as your eyes move up to his and you lean forward to lick up the underside of his cock.
His gasps slightly and tilts his head back as his hand goes to your head, "Fuck."
He look down at you, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, "Even more gorgeous than I imagined."
You smile and spit before slowly taking half of him in. You hallow out your cheeks and Louis groans, "Fu-" he gasps as you take him in fully, surprising both of you.
You gag around him slightly as he holds your head down. He rubs his thumb against your head a few times before pulling your head up by your hair.
"I want to see your makeup running down your face."
You nod and take a deep breath as you prepare to have him in your throat again, "You're so fuckin good at this."
He enters your throat again, moaning as he slowly thrusts upward while holding your head, "doing so good.." he sighs, "So fucking good."
Squelching fills your ears as he thrusts his hips upward. You feel the tears well up in your eyes, burning once it mixes with your mascara.
"Shit." He pulls you off and cups your cheeks, "So vulnerable, I love it."
You smile, still breathing heavy and he nods, "Come on." He helps you to your feet and throws you over his shoulder.
You press your hands to his back, pushing yourself up so you're not hanging down. He slides you down the front of him and gently tosses you down onto his bed.
"Take your dress off, babe. Need to see all of you." Louis smirks and steps back, to take his shirt off.
You move to get your dress off, quickly but elegantly and Louis is on you before your dress hits the floor.
His face is pressed in the valley between your boobs, leaving little kisses as he moves down. You start breathing faster as he kisses down your stomach.
Louis grips the think straps on your panties and pulls them down your legs. You lift them so he can pull them off your feet.
Louis kisses from your ankles and up the inside of your legs, and just as he's about to reach where you need him most, his eyes move up to yours, "You've got a beautiful pussy."
Your heart skips a beat and you say without any hesitation, "Probably tastes better, too."
He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, "Mm." He spreads your folds apart with his pointer and middle fingers, using his other hand to hold up your leg.
He examines just how wet you are before dipping his head in and slipping his tongue inside.
You lay your hand on the back of his head and gasp as the same time, "Louis." You breathe out as you squeeze your eyes shut, "Fuck."
His hands slip under your thighs, hooking his arms them. He allows you to push his head into you as you move your hips up and down, moaning.
"Fffuck." You drag out, "Yes, yes." You tilt your head back and dig your heels into his back.
You've never came this fast with anyone before.
Your back arches off the bed and you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling as you clench around his tongue.
He drops a hand down and presses his fingers to your clit, giving a slight back and forth motion which is exactly what you needed because he has you like putty in the palm of his hand.
You whine out, "fuck, yes yes." You look down at him, face scrunched up as you cum on his tongue, "Louis."
You whimper as you ease your grip on his hair and he brings his head up, "You cum already?" He sounds surprised, "Such a good fuckin girl."
He crawls up, bringing his lips to yours. You lay your hands on the side of his head and moan as soon as his tongue delivers the taste of yourself.
"You like tasting yourself, baby? Hmm?" He nudges his nose against your cheek, "You're such a dirty fucking girl."
You smile up at him, laying a finger on his lips, "I've never came that fast with anyone, Louis."
He raises his eyebrows quick and smirks, "Guess we really are meant to be." He winks and reaches down to push your leg up while his other holds up his weight.
He grabs his cock, rubbing it against your soaked cunt before eagerly slipping in. His hand slaps onto your thigh, digging his finger tips in as he groans, "Fuck, baby girl."
Your eyes roll back and you moan at the feeling of him stretching you, and his choice of words.
You loved him, even if it was just the alcohol talking.
"So good." You pant out with a whimper, "fuck me please."
He leans down, resting his forehead on yours as he pulls out slowly and re-enters you, "I wanna just feel you first." He lets his cock rest inside of you, "You feel so good."
His voice is low, raspy and very, very sexy.
"You make me feel so good." You drag you nails down his chest, "wanna ride you." You move your hips and look up at him.
He looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, he just leans down and kisses you before moving to sit against the wall on the bed.
He holds his hands out and you smile and move to straddle him. Nothing else is said until his cock his back inside of you.
You both gasp in unison, pulling each other as close as you can, "I don't know.." he starts out saying in between kissing you, "If it's the alcohol.. or.. what.. but.."
"I love you." You cut him off and he freezes.
Oh fuck. Was that the wrong thing to say?
He starts to chuckle while nodding slightly, "Yeah, yeah.. that."
You lay your hands on his shoulders and drag them down his biceps, gently tracing over his scar as you do, "I think.. we go with the flow.." you lean in close to him, "And see if we still feel like this when we wake up."
He wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, "Fair enough." He smirks and tilts his head, "Now where were we?"
You lean in, finding a rhythm with his lips as you start to bounce on his cock. Another orgasm slowly creeping up on you, "Close." You mumble out, "So close."
Louis kisses down the front of your neck and moans as he rests his head on you, "Taking my cock so well, babe. Keep going."
You whimper in response, focusing on keeping your rhythm steady.
"L-Louis." You moan and tilt your head down, his lips finding yours instantly.
His fingertips dig into your skin as you clench around him, "Where.. where do you want me to cum?" He moans into your neck and slides a hand down to your ass, squeezing it hard.
"In me."
"In you? Fuck. Alright." He leans forward with a smile and lays you back on the bed. He starts to thrust, hard and fast while he holds onto your left leg.
You arch your back and squeeze his cock, moaning as you finally come undone.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you, emptying himself completely.
"Oh fuck." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he looks down at you, "You're incredible."
You bite your lip and gasp quietly as he pulls his now semi-soft cock out of your leaking cunt. You smile up at him, "No.. you're incredible."
He tosses you a clean towel and laughs, "I really do like you, y/n."
You clean up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I like you, Louis. A lot."
He smiles and leans into kiss you, and it's this moment you remembered that you have mascara smudged all over, "Oh no." You lean back and try and wipe it off but he stops you.
"You look beautiful like this, a mess.. for me.."
You bite your lips and interlock your fingers with his, "you may as well just come in here with me."
Summary: Harry and Y/N are FWB but when Y/N has plans with another man Harry gets extremely jealous.
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Ever since Y/N started this friends-with-benefits type of situation with her best friend Harry, they have been doing their best to keep their emotions in check. It's the same old story; it's fun and exciting, and then one or both of them ends up getting attached. They both know the deal, but it's too tempting to be together, and the sex is just so good.
They never agreed upon being exclusive but they also never explicitly told each other that they shouldn't have any other sexual partners. So now that Harry is busy working in the studio and therefore working most days of the week, he's starting to wonder if there's a chance Y/N might be seeing someone else.
He isn't stupid, he knows she has needs too, and he's sure she can find someone to take care of her whenever she needs it. The thought of her with someone else however is not a pleasant one. He isn't the jealous type, really, he's not. But still, the thought of her being with someone else makes him feel... strange.
He knows this isn't right, he's just being unreasonable. After all, they have never been officially exclusive, and she's allowed to fuck whoever she wants.
Harry's suspicions are confirmed when he texts Y/N to see if she's home tonight, he's desperate for some attention and hers is the only body he wants wrapped around him right now. He's met with an answer that is not quite what he's hoping for, and it makes him feel like he's just swallowed a bucket of cold water.
Y/N
Can't tonight, I've got plans.
Plans. So it is another man then. She has plans with someone, and the worst part is, she didn't even tell him. She's never done that before, always kept him in the loop. Harry's chest tightens and his stomach starts to do flips. It's not jealousy, he tells himself, but it sure as hell feels like it. He doesn't even know for sure, how the hell can he be so upset?
Harry
Plans huh? What's up?
He's trying his best to sound casual, but he's pretty sure he's failing. He's waiting for a text back, maybe she'll tell him. He doesn't have to wait long for an answer, which makes his heart sink even more.
Y/N
I don't know if I should tell you
Shit. She's really going to make him ask then. He takes a deep breath and decides to bite the bullet.
Harry
Is it a date then?
A little over a minute passes and his phone vibrates.
Y/N
Depends
Harry
On what?
Y/N
On you
Harry swallows, his heart beating in his throat. He's not sure how to answer, his emotions are running wild, and he's starting to feel angry. She's got the answers he's desperate for, and she won't just give them to him. He feels the rage boil inside him and he just wants to go out there and confront her.
Harry
Tell me Y/N
Y/N
You'll either like it or not
Harry
You know I'm not good at guessing games. Just tell me
Y/N
Okay, fine
It's not a date, but it is with a man
Harry
And what does that have to do with me?
His hands are shaking, his heart is beating like crazy, and yet his stomach feels like it's somehow filled with butterflies. He can't believe he's having this conversation, but he really should have seen this coming.
Y/N
I don't know. I mean, do I tell you about every single guy I see?
He feels his throat tighten, and his voice falters when he tries to form words.
Harry
So you've slept with him
He knows that's not the kind of answer she's looking for, but he can't help it. He's too caught up in his own emotions and thoughts, and he's suddenly desperate to hear the words come from her own mouth.
Y/N
No
Harry
But you're going to
She's not stupid, she must be able to tell what he's thinking. He's not going to play this game with her, he wants an answer.
Harry
Y/N?
A few seconds pass in silence, and Harry's heart rate rises.
Y/N
Maybe
The air feels as though it's leaving his body, and he has to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath.
Harry
Oh okay
He can't bring himself to tell her to have fun. Instead, he just closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. He's feeling so many things, so many conflicting emotions, and he just doesn't know how to process them. He's trying his best to keep it together, but his insides feel like they're going to burst.
After a moment of silence, he opens his eyes again.
Y/N
Why?
His head is spinning. He wants to go and tell her he doesn't want her to have sex with anyone but him, but he knows he can't do that. The thought of her having sex with someone else is driving him insane, but he also doesn't want her to think that he owns her. He doesn't know what to do.
Harry
I don't know
He doesn't want to tell her about his feelings, it would make everything so much worse. He doesn't know if he can trust her enough to tell her the truth. After all, what if she tells him that she doesn't want to see him anymore, and they stop being friends? He knew starting this thing would lead to heartache, he just didn't think it would be on his side.
He decides not to tell her anything, and he locks his phone and sets it back on the counter. He heads to his room, but the anger and frustration inside him is just too much to be able to relax. He needs to let it out, somehow. He doesn't know how to deal with this.
He picks up his phone and starts typing out a text, but he erases it before he can send it. He can't tell her, he's just not ready. He's scared, and he doesn't want to lose her. He starts typing another message, but again he doesn't send it. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to handle this.
He paces back and forth through his kitchen before making a decision. He picks up his keys and phone and walks out the door. He knows exactly where he's heading, and he can't wait to see her.
He drives there as fast as he can, and when he finally gets to her apartment, he doesn't even bother knocking on her door, he just uses the key she gave him and lets himself in. The lights are on, and she's standing in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Her voice is calm, but Harry can see her hands shake ever so slightly, and her eyes are wide as she looks at him. He's probably the last person she was expecting to show up here.
“I came to see you.” He says, his voice wavering as he tries to catch his breath.
“I can see that, but why?”
He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers. His hands find their way into her hair, and he presses her against the kitchen counter, his tongue pushing its way past her lips.
IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THE BACK STORY, THERE WILL BE A NOTE WHERE THE SMUT STARTS!
summary: you want Aaron to choose you, so you show him why you're worth choosing.
a/n: I'M BACKKKKKK this is probs gonna flop because i haven't written anything in so long, but i couldn't resist!!! this feels like a mess, i'm sorry i just had to get this idea out of my mind. Maybe I'll make a part two if this does well?
warnings: smut, cheating, light daddy kink, and very light, almost non-existent breeding kink.
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I did get inspiration from @sgrantsgf, her writings heavily inspired my choice to make his wife a bitch!!!
You met him on the set of Bullet Train, you were his hair and makeup artist (not that he needed any makeup at all). He was so easy to talk to and so handsome. You couldn't resist his charm, not that you tried whatsoever. It was innocent flirting at first, him complimenting you on small things and you receiving it with a smile. Then, you became friends, him confiding in you with the problems in his marriage, his unhappiness in life, and that's when you knew whatever was going to happen with him was going to hurt you in the long run. You would confide in him too, with your dreams to travel, your hopes, and aspirations in life. He asked for your number soon, concealing his need to talk to you with the excuse that if there were ever an emergency, he would personally want to let you know that he wasn't coming. He would text you and call you whenever the nights became too lonely so far away from home, you relished in his late-night raspy voice, wishing it was so desperately next to you.
"It's late Aaron," you managed to whisper out, your own exhaustion peeking through your soft voice. Your bed felt especially lonely tonight as you two talked about whatever crossed your mind, it amazed you that you both always found something to talk about.
"I know love," his voice rasped out, "I just can't get enough of you."
Those were the type of comments that caused your heart to race out of your chest, with both excitement and a tinge of guilt. Guilt for falling for a married man, but when you thought of who he married, all the guilt left your mind.
"Then come to my room," you said before you could think about it, taking the implications of this phone call to be officially inappropriate. You could excuse everything else, pretend that it was just friendly conversation, but what you said was beyond that.
"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes," he said before abruptly hanging up. Any ounce of tiredness left your body at the sound of the phone call ending. You had to pinch yourself to make sure that what just happened was real, that it wasn't some crazy, sleep-induced hallucination.
Your body shot up from your hotel bed, rushing to go to the mirror. You looked at your messy hair and oversized pajamas with horror, you were so unprepared for him to agree to some meaningless flirty remark that you didn't even mean to make.
You did your best to comb your unruly hair, brushing your teeth just in case anything happened, which you secretly hoped that it would.
Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard the fast pace knock on the door. Every square inch of your skin buzzing with excitement for what might come. You did your best to stop your hands from shaking as you opened the door, but you couldn't stop a small gasp from escaping your lips when you saw him standing there. His brown curls were unruly in the best way, and his blue eyes filled with an emotion you had never seen in them before.
smut starts here
"Hi," you spoke quietly, unable to look away from the masterpiece that he was. You opened the door to invite him to step in, fearing that anyone would see him come into your hotel room at 12:30 am. You knew the cast members spoke about the glances you gave each other, this would give them that much more of a reason to talk, to tell his wife what you two had been up to. You quickly shook the thought of repercussions out of your head, solely focusing your attention on him.
"Hey, love," he said, stepping in, a slight smirk finding itself on his face. He saw the heat rise on your cheeks, noticed how your breath picked up in pace after staring at him for a few moments, but most of all he noticed your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt. He closed the door behind him as you looked up at him with your big, innocent, doe eyes. All he could think about were those eyes staring up at him as his cock was shoved in your mouth. He could not stop himself, his hand grazing your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His stare was intense, his blue eyes held a hunger in them.
"I'm surprised you came," you spoke, leaning into his electrifying touch. It wasn't till he pulled his hand away that you realized how much you liked it, how much you wanted his hands all over you.
"Don't be, I've been waiting for you to ask me for weeks," he said. Your thoughts raced; he wanted you just as much as you wanted him? It was unbelievable to you that he could want you in the same way. His face was slowly leaning down to yours, his nose nudging your own.
"Really?" You asked, your voice husky with something primal. His lips nudged yours, a soft gasp falling from your mouth as he backed you into the corner. His hands now tracing the curve of your waist, holding you merely inches from his body.
"Mhmm, thought I was about to have to beg for it," he whispered against your lips. You couldn't stand the teasing anymore; you connected your lips finally. All the late-night phone calls, all the innocent brushes, and all the not-so-innocent comments finally came to a head. The feeling of him pressing against you was like euphoria, his lips soft, but his kiss hard and needy. As soon as you pressed your lips into his, he pressed back and hard. Your hands left your side in a frenzy, all thoughts about his wife and kids leaving your head, lust being the only thing that remains. Your hands found his face, the rough stubble a stark contrast to your soft hands. His lips felt like home, warm, and inviting. His hands gripped your shirt tightly, bunching it up in a fist. The warmth of his body radiated against yours.
He pressed you against the wall, freeing his hands from your shirt, he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hips. The stretch burned the muscle on your inner thighs, but you could not find it in you to care. You wanted him as close to you as possible, needed him to be close to you. You let out a gasp when you felt the outline of his cock against your folds, the size of it evident through his pants. His lips detached from yours, kissing his way down your jaw. The action sent tingles straight down your vagina, which was surely soaking at this point. You wouldn't be surprised if there were a wet spot on his boxers. His other hand grasped one of your breasts, hard, to the point it was almost painful, it should have been painful.
He began to suck on your neck lightly, hard enough to leave a light bruise. He was mumbling incoherently; you could only pick up bits and pieces of what he was saying.
"All mine," he said, lust deepening his voice, "want everyone to know." The words only heightened your excitement, even if they weren't true. Even if everyone couldn't know what you had, you couldn't find it in you to care at this moment. You only cared about him and what he was about to give you.
The sensation of his lips on your neck left you feeling restless, empty, only one thing could ease the burning in the pit of your stomach.
"Bed," you managed to mumble, "to-to the bed." Your voice begged, you sounded pitiful but you didn't care about that.
He lifted you up, carrying you to your bed. He put you down gently, his hips finding their home in between yours. He rutted into you, his cock rubbing against your clit despite the clothes. Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, seemingly on their own. You lifted it up, needing to be close to him. He pulled away from you for the first time since the kiss started, pulling his own shirt from his body. The sight of his torso was that of a Greek God, he was gorgeous.
"So pretty," the words fell from your lips before you could think about it. He laughed, which left you feeling embarrassed at what you said.
"I should be telling you that," he said, his fingers grazing your burning cheeks as you looked up to him. He leaned down to you again, his lips grazing your ear.
"I'm so hard for you," he groaned into your ear, "it aches." He grabbed your hand, letting it graze his cock. Your hands found the band of his sweatpants, pulling down the soft material to reveal his cock.
You gasped at the size, not expecting it to be so big. He laughed again at your reaction, but you were too focused on his size to begin to care about being embarrassed. You grasped it, slowly stroking his cock, your thumb grazing his sensitive tip. A gasp left his mouth as you smeared the pre-cum all over his cock. It was now your turn to laugh at his reaction, holding the power in your hands.
His hands found their way to the hem of your shirt now, lifting it over your head as your breasts bounced at freedom. You were now left in your small pajama shorts that left nothing to the imagination. You continued to stroke his cock and enjoyed watching him struggle to hold his composure. The veins in his neck flexed as you gripped his dick harder.
You leaned up closer to him, scattering light kisses all over his neck. You wanted to leave bruises like he did on you, but you knew you couldn't which only left a sour taste in your mouth.
"N-no more," he moaned out. Tearing your hands away from him, you feared that he didn't want to do this with you anymore. He stood up from the bed, his cock bouncing against his stomach as he did. He grasped your thin shorts and panties in his hands, tearing them away from your body quickly.
He stood there, staring at your completely naked body as you looked up at him. You crossed your legs and lightly held your breasts to try and hold onto some sort of modesty that was long gone. The burning of your cheeks only came back 5 times more intense now. His hungry stare seemed to crawl under your skin, leaving you clueless as to how you should feel.
He began to stroke his cock at the sight of you, a deep hunger on his face as he looked down at you.
"You think you could take me right now, y/n?" He asked, a sadistic hint behind the tone of his voice. You could feel the slickness between your folds, the agonizing lust that settled in the pit of your stomach. Without saying a word, you opened your legs to him, proving that you could. You brought your own hand down to your folds, beginning to circle your sensitive clit.
"Y-yes, Aaron," you moaned seductively. Your eyes shut tight at the intense feeling of your clit, your mind going blank from pleasure. It wasn't till you felt his presence above you, till he ripped his hands away from your clit, till he brought his lips to your fingers, licking the slick that was stuck to your fingers.
"So good," he moaned at the taste of you. His own hand now replacing where yours once was, circling your clit harshly.
"I think you could take me too," he said roughly grabbing his dick to slide in between your folds. The feeling of his hot cock against your smooth folds had you feeling insane. You jutted your hips against his in hopes that he would go where you wanted him to be.
"I want to take my time," he said softly, his hands grazing your body. It left you feeling mad at him for being so close, yet so far at the same time. You tried to move your hips once more, but he held them down. His cock sat in between your folds, not moving an inch as he admired you. He brought his lips down to your breast, sucking on your nipple. The sensation caused your hips to jut up, hips tip grazing your entrance. You whined out in need, need for him to be inside of you.
His lips on your breasts only caused you to need him more, need him inside of you.
"Please, please, please," you begged, not recognizing your own voice. You brought his head up to yours, attaching your lips to his, in hopes that he would listen to your plead. His tip was right at your entrance, and in his moment of weakness, you lifted your hips enough to where he sunk into you. You moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, ready for more. He pulled away from your lips, his forehead now resting against yours. He was trying so hard to control himself, to not hurt you.
You moaned in his ear; he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He plunged further inside of you with a determination you had never felt before. You had never been this full before. You gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
"S-so tight," he stuttered out as his hips moved, plunging in and out of you. All semblance of control long forgotten the only thing he could think of was the home that he found in between your legs. "Squeezing me so good," he moaned out.
The feeling of him inside of you was something you had never felt, it was perfect like you were made to have him inside of you. His pace quickened, like something you had never felt before. Your hands scratched his back, not knowing what to do with the pressure that was building in the pit of your stomach.
"Aaron," you moaned loudly, going insane for the pleasure he was giving you. He was now kissing your neck and grasping at your breasts, the pleasure was intense and over-stimulating. You had never, ever felt anything like it before,
Your hands found their way in his hair, a need to grab and hold onto something.
"y/n," he rasped out, "God y/n. Should've done this sooner, never felt like this in my life." He was so obviously pussy drunk on you, and you couldn't help but be proud of the way you made him feel.
"'M gonna cum in you, fill ya up," he moaned out, his words being cut short. The intensity of his thrusts only building the bubble in the bottom of your stomach, his praise only sending you further into oblivion.
"Please," you begged, for what? You didn't know. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting him closer, needing him closer to you. His hand reached down in between where you two met, he began playing with your clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the pleasure he was giving you.
"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," you chanted his name in praise of him. No one had ever made you feel this good, ever.
"Cum for me darling, squeeze me," he demanded, his quick pace matching his fingers. Your arousal was seeping onto the covers, a squelching noise coming from where you two were colliding.
You finished with spasms, the bubble in the bottom of your abdomen popping finally. You milked him, wanting him to find his own release too. Your body was limp in a daze as he held your hips up, still fucking into you. Your body was weak and sore from the power of his thrusts, your mind hazy with a finish like you had never had before.
"Finish in me," you moaned out at the sensitivity you were feeling, "please daddy," you begged without thinking of what you were saying, if he would even like it.
His pace picked up even more, if it was possible, letting out grunts and groans of effort as he used your body in the best possible way. You could beg for this feeling every day for the rest of your life,
He finished, thrusting into you, hard. You could've sworn he hit your cervix, pressing right up against it as he finished, both of you worn out by your orgasms.
"Did so good for me darling," he said, waking you up from your light sleep. "Gotta clean you up now."
He slowly withdrew from you, a whine and groan leaving your mouth from the soreness that was already forming. It was only now, with your head clear that you realized what you had done. You slept with a married man, albeit an unhappy one, but he was married nonetheless.
Your whole demeanor had changed, but you didn't want Aaron to see the regret on your face. There was no regret in doing what you had done, but rather, you had fallen in love with him and there was nothing you could do about it now.
Description: You are Feyd's first concubine and he wants to drive you crazy of desire. But you make a dangerous mistake and Feyd comes up with a new plan how to both punish and claim you. Adult language, groping, fingering and oral sex (f recieving), MDNI
Your reaction was something Feyd could not predict at all. You were never more humiliated in your life! You angrily pushed yourself from him and, before thinking, gave him a hard slap over his face... In a realization of what you've just done, you turned pale. The murderous look he gave you made your knees grow weak. With a speed of a panther, he yanked you to the bed, threw himself over you and caught you by your neck, squeezing slowly. For the first time, he didn't know what to do his intended lover. Suddenly realizing he could choke you with just a little force, he stopped and let his hands a bit loose. "Why did you think you CAN do THAT!?" Feyd spat. "Are you aware I should punish you?", he added dangerously quietly. "My Lord Na-Baron... I wasn't thinking! You confused me, treated me like a lady at first, and then I realized I am just a whore to you!" Feyd was stunned by your answer at first. But his brain was always quick, so he pulled himself together fast and came up with a new plan. He started caressing your neck slowly and replied in a raspy voice: "I can treat you like a lady when we're not in bed. But for hitting me, I shall make you my whore this very night. That will be your punishment." You were obviously startled. Nevermind that, he was already sloppily kissing and occasionally licking your neck, still caressing it with one hand. He moved up until he was kissing your ear, whispering: "I'm gonna fuck you really, really good.. And you will love sucking my cock. You will love it all and beg for more like a true little slut." What you heard was shocking, but then at the same time you felt relieved and utterly aroused. You were conflicted, your was mind saying no, but your body desired painfully for Feyd. You became aware his body was completely restraining you from moving aside. His fully erected cock pressed to your crotch, as this situation led him to a new level of arousal, too. He heared your silent "No" that sounded more like a moan. You immediately knew that you just gave him a green light. Feyd moved only to rip off your dress and panties. You gasped and tried to cover yourself with your hands, but he pinned them above your head and started groping your breasts with his free hand, twisting your hard nipples and licking them passionately. "No...", you tried to free your arms, but your breath was already irregular, eyes dazed. He smiled in satisfaction. All of a sudden, he forced your legs apart and put a finger inside your cunt, flicking your clit every time he pulled out. Your pussy was dreamy tight, hot and dipping wet. You felt close to an edge, although trying to hide moans, but your face was red, eyes wet, hips moved uncontrolably. His eyes, black of wild desire, were glued to yours. As you finally began to succumb to your destiny, he captured your clit with his plump lips. He was sucking and licking it, occasionally pushing his tongue into your pussy, savoring your sweet juice. Then he started to lose control, too. Devouring your pussy wildly, his hands were squeezing and caressing your hips harshly. He dug his fingers into your skin and it hurt, but his lips and tongue led you to an agonizing arousal, wanting badly a sweet release. "Moan loudly, my little slut" he ordered you through heavy breathing, continuing to lick your cunt rhytmically...
Hi! So I had an idea for a young johnny x fem reader smut after listening to the song "save that shit" by lil peep basically I imagined the reader and johnny are dating but his stunts are getting progressively more and more dangerous and she can't take it anymore and the last straw for her is when he does a stupid stunt (maybe like jumping off of something) and gets hurt again and they have a massive argument and she says she's going to leave him and at some point during the argument he says "Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?" Maybe she even says she wishes she had a "normal" boyfriend and johnny says "Im nothin' like them other motherfuckers, I can make you rich." And the argument leads to angry sex but then they make up and fluff in the end(?)
Sorry if this is all over the place or too complicated to do, I totally understand
I love your writing btw, especially your latest johnny fic!
Thanks :)
𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 - 𝐣.𝐤
i wrote this when i was sleep-deprived following a nervous breakdown because uni starts next week, so i'm sorry for how this turned out, but i hope it's somewhat readable?
You couldn't even call this a stunt. No, this was merely shits and giggles, and you were having none of it.
"Jeff, please tell him to quit this shit, now."
Johnny wouldn't listen to you, you were sure of it, but maybe he'd listen to Tremaine, but who were you kidding? Tremaine was just as insane as everyone else in the crew.
You watched as Johnny climbed a fifty-foot crane with the intent of jumping from it, with nothing but a flimsy parachute to protect his fall.
You were repulsed by the stunt, but even more by how your boyfriend had neglected your feelings and put this stunt before anything- and anyone.
"Y/N, this is Johnny we're talking about. He's not gonna fucking listen to me," Jeff chuckled to which you rolled your eyes.
Johnny was an adrenaline junkie to the core, and you'd accepted that when you started dating him three years ago. What you hadn't been prepared for was the absolute hell, the man was willing to put himself through in order of getting good footage.
Countless arguments erupted because of that. You'd scold him for putting his life on the line and he'd ignore everything you'd say.
But what was about to happen was some next-level bullshit, and you'd just about had enough.
"Let's start with twenty feet!" Johnny yelled as he stopped climbing and looked down at the crowd gathered below him. Medics and the cast waited on the sideline, and you stood, nervously fidgeting next to Ryan Dunn.
"Whenever you're ready!" Tremaine yelled back and without as much as a warning, Johnny leapt from the crane and activated the smallest parachute, you'd ever seen in your life.
You turned your back just in time to miss the moment when Johnny hit the ground, thankfully. You could hear the thump though, and it made your heart beat so fast, to the point of feeling nauseous.
"Dunn?" You asked and Ryan looked at you, quickly wiping the worried expression from his face when he saw your panicked state.
You turned around slowly. Johnny had stood up. He was laughing with Steve-O and Bam as if nothing had ever happened.
This fucking guy, you thought and pursed your lips. This fucking guy just had a near-death experience and now he was laughing and joking around. You were repulsed but more than anything; you were fucking furious.
Johnny scanned the area around him and eventually, his sight landed on you. You were biting your cheek and shaking your head.
Johnny approached you, clearly aware of what you were feeling, but a glimpse in his eyes told you, that he really didn't give a shit.
"Starting with twenty feet? Are you fucking shitting me?" You hissed and pushed him away when Johnny tried to embrace you.
"I'm not fucking shitting you, and will you please keep your voice down? I don't wanna do this right now," Johnny sneered quietly and you yelped at his question. "No, I'd rather do it now, actually, considering you'll probably be dead within the next twenty minutes," you said and raised your voice to which Johnny shushed you loudly and looked around to ensure that you weren't attracting too much attention.
"Y/N, get in your car and leave," Johnny said, stepping closer to you and towering over your much shorter frame. You looked up at Johnny and stomped on the ground, a loud whine following.
"Now, Y/N."
You watched as his eyes darkened and decided that you actually didn't even want to stick around him and his shitshow any longer.
You shook your head and chuckled in dismay, turning your back to Johnny and leaving without looking back once.
It wasn't the fact, that Johnny did stunts or enjoyed high-speed activities. It was the fact that he couldn't seem to keep it together once he'd started. A simple idea would turn into a life-threatening stunt, and that was what you hated.
You drove home with such anger radiating through your veins, that you could hardly handle it.
He was gonna get himself killed one day, and you were going to be left with pain greater than what he'd ever experienced.
-
A couple hours had passed by, and with no Johnny home, or even a phone call, you were starting to get worried.
Lord knows how far they'd gone. Thirty feet, forty feet, maybe even fifty? The injuries a fall like that could cause. Urgh, you didn't even want to think about it.
You didn't have to, because the sound of the door opening and closing snapped you out of your wandering thoughts.
You'd spent the whole afternoon in a pissy mood, bitching over how Johnny had treated you like crap earlier that day. But you'd also spent the afternoon thinking ahead. How would a future with Johnny look? Was he going to be a punch-drunk husband with a brain like scrambled eggs? He'd suffered too many concussions to even count, and the number of broken bones? You didn't even want to think about it. Was that what you wanted?
You loved Johnny, but at that moment, he was the last person you wanted to see, and the sound of his voice from the corridor made you roll your eyes.
"Y/N, can you come to the kitchen?" He yelled and you sighed. You couldn't avoid him forever. After all, you did live together and it was probably better to just get it over with.
Entering the kitchen, you spotted Johnny, a spiteful chuckle leaving your mouth as your eyes landed on the horrific bruises on Johnny's bare upper body.
He'd taken a trip to the hospital after his parachute failed at forty feet in the air.
"How many ribs did you break this time?" You asked and Johnny sighed, "three."
Honestly, you'd thought it would be worse but then again; the man was fucking invincible, it seemed.
His shirt was off and his muscular upper body was on full display, although you tried your absolute best to not get distracted.
"I really didn't fucking appreciate the way you acted at my job today, Y/N," Johnny said and chugged a glass of water.
You huffed and laughed sarcastically. "Well, Johnny, I really didn't fucking appreciate how selfish you were today," you said and curled your fists into tight balls.
"Selfish? I'm not fucking selfish," Johnny said, completely oblivious to the insane way he'd acted earlier that day.
"Johnny, you could've died! And you know what, I've fucking had it up to here," you said and reached up your arm to signal how much you'd suffered through his ideas.
"It's my job, Y/N! Fuck!" Johnny yelled and threw his hands in the air.
"Baby, you live for this shit. You can't get enough of it, can you? I'd like to watch you go find another dude, that can tame you like I can," Johnny smirked and you huffed. Johnny tried to hide it but yelling really hurt with broken ribs, and he winced quietly.
"You can't even fucking talk to me without getting hurt! Gosh, sometimes I think it would be better if I just left," you chuckled under your breath but flinched when Johnny let out just about one of the loudest roars you'd ever heard from him. "What!"
"Is that really what you want to do? Leave?" He asked. He didn't seem hurt. If anything, he just seemed angry that you'd even say that.
"No, of course, it's not what I want! But it's what this is driving me towards," you admitted.
"You're real bold to be talking to me like that."
Johnny's voice was dark and quiet, but in no way was it soft. It was harsh and cold.
He took some steps closer to you, and you couldn't do anything but back off until you eventually hit the wall behind you.
Johnny was so close to you, that you could hear his heart beating. He moved his hand to your throat and you gasped at the sensation.
The hand around your throat didn't push or squeeze. You both just stood there and looked into each other's eyes. The tension was so thick, you could almost cut it with a knife.
"You're scared, aren't you?" He asked you and flashed you a wicked smile. "Do I scare you, babe?"
You scoffed and shook your head, clearly lying. You were intimidated by him. He was taller and much stronger than you. Johnny saw right through you and he tightened the grip around your throat, but only ever so slightly.
"You said you wanted a normal boyfriend, didn't you?" Johnny asked and you swallowed thickly and nodded.
"Do you still mean that?" Johnny asked you, and you hummed a sly yes.
He moved his hand from your throat and grabbed your face rather harshly. "Look around, love. Haven't I given you everything you've ever dreamed of? Haven't I given you everything any other guy never gave you?" Johnny asked and you nodded slowly.
"So, princess; what's the fucking problem?"
Urgh, the man was dangerously attractive. By now, you'd completely forgotten about the whole argument and its cause. Now, all you seemed to be doing was adding fuel to the fire, because you could tell exactly where this was heading and it made your stomach tingle.
"You make me so fucking mad sometimes," you hissed but yelped loudly when Johnny jerked his knee up between your legs so that your toes were barely touching the ground. Certainly, he could feel the dampness of your arousal on his clothes thigh and the thought of it made you blush slightly.
Johnny grabbed your arms and pinned them on either side of your head against the wall.
"Keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut until I tell you otherwise, okay, doll?" Johnny cut you off and you followed his order, immediately shutting up.
You didn’t mind as you leaned forward, driving your lips together with Johnny's, in a dazed and desperate attempt at dominance. An attempt that was quickly shut down by Johnny, as he tightened his grip on your wrists, moving his lips with yours in a fast, smouldering kiss.
In a sudden act of rebellion, you bit down on Johnny's bottom lip and watched with fascination as he jerked back and lifted a hand to his mouth, checking for blood.
"The fuck?" His eyes flashed. You narrowed yours in response.
"You're fucking in for it," Johnny growled before leaning in hard and fast again.
Your toes curled and Johnny moved his knee back and forth against your wet cunt. You arched your back, pressing your chest against Johnny's.
Johnny moved his mouth from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting.
Your panties were thoroughly soaked at this point, and you could feel yourself getting more eager by the second
Johnny moved his hands from your wrists, and immediately, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him as close as possible.
You ground against his thigh, feeling that familiar clench between your legs, and you whimpered. “K-Keep going.”
Johnny grabbed your hips - continuing to suck marks onto your neck and chest - and he moved you faster against his thigh, his cock throbbing in his pants. You thrust your fingers into his hair, pulling hard as the fluttering between your thighs turned into hard quakes.
Johnny suddenly bounced his leg a few times and it sent you over the edge, completely.
You threw your head against Johnny's shoulder and hid your face in the crook of his neck, letting out loud moans and whimpers of pleasure. Johnny kept his tight grip on your hips, helping you ride out your orgasm.
You only had a few moments to relax before Johnny lifted you up and began walking towards the living room, placing you on the couch, and hovering over you.
Only now did you realise how bad the bruises on his chest and side really were and you pouted softly, running your fingers over them, which caused Johnny to hiss quietly. You quickly retracted your fingers from his bruises and watched with excitement as Johnny dropped his trousers.
He climbed on the couch and rested over you, looking at you with lusty eyes, growling under his breath.
"Let's see how quiet you can be now," Johnny smirked and slid his hands up your thighs and pulled down your jeans, your lacy underwear following shortly.
You were already soaking wet and Johnny was hard. His tip was an angry red colour, desperate to be embraced.
He smirked as his cock painfully slowly disappeared into your tight cunt, cursing under his breath. His cock was spasming inside of you, your cunt clenching and sucking him in for all it's worth.
A particularly hard thrust made you a moaning mess, grasping and clasping at Johnny's back, probably leaving all kinds of marks.
"Look at you," Johnny smirked in a humiliating manner. "You got yourself into this mess," he said and you bit your lip harshly. "You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?" Johnny asked and you nodded, agreeing with him as a moan escaped from your lips.
Your second orgasm was around the corner, but you were overstimulated- and overwhelmed.
You tapped Johnny's shoulder three times, which was a sign for him to slow down. "Already tapping out, are you?" He asked as you squirmed underneath him, unable to control your body.
"I-I'm go-"
"Already?" Johnny chuckled. Okay, now he was really taking the piss.
You screamed loudly and let your eyes roll to the back of your head as your whole body flexed beneath Johnny as he delivered a final thrust before pulling out quickly and stroking himself, emptying his loud on your thighs.
His moans quieted down as he snapped back from his climax and looked at you. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up, taking the space where you were laying, so that you could lay on top of him.
You were both out of breath and a few silent moments went by before you got tired of the painful silence.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I don't want a normal boyfriend, I want you," you sighed against Johnny's chest and placed a kiss on it.
"I know. I'm sorry too, and you're right; I'm one selfish bastard," Johnny admitted and you looked up at him. "I'm not gonna stop the stunts, but for now, there'll be no forty feet cranes," he said and you smiled.
summary: izuku sharing with you like the great friend he is!
cw: oh boy,, degrading, cum play, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, katsu is so mean, nicknames (slut, whore, princess, etc.) some switch themes towards the end, dom/sub mechanics, izuku is obsessed with bkg, oral (m and f), lots of commas, maybe some spelling mistakes, i think that’s all?
wrd count: approx 2.3k
izuku was just about the best friend you could’ve asked for, and for several reasons.
for starters, he was always so observant. you only befriended him just a few months ago when you went basically crying to your friend mina about needing a new science tutor. preferably one that would at least be a little more discreet about wanting to get in your pants. she insisted at the time that she knew just the guy for you.
just a few months passed and sometimes it felt like he could pick out whatever’s bugging you before you could. it wasn’t uncommon for him to catch onto your sour moods and do whatever he could to lift your spirits whenever he saw you falling into a steep slump. movie nights, taking you out to your favorite diner, whatever! he’d do it all for you!
your next favorite thing about izuku was how patient he was. even when you’d find yourself yelling and cussing him out at two in the morning because you couldn’t understand some equation, he’d still always find himself at your door the very next morning (perhaps with your favorite drink in hand. silently praying that you won’t just throw it in his face. again.)
he sat with you through failed dates, failed tests, just anything. and of course you were always there for him in turn even if he didn’t complain nearly as much as you did. he did have his occasional girl issues, but from what you could see none of his romantic conquests ever ended up anywhere.
but your definite favorite thing about izuku was that he was just so charitable. sweet thing was always willing to share! that’s why even with a red face and a long session of stuttering later, he confessed to you his little crush on his childhood friend katsuki (if you could even call them friends). it made you cringe a bit at first, seeing as you many times fell witness to the verbal assault the blond fired at your freckled friend on a daily basis.
but after a while you started to realize their dynamic was far different from what you’d previously assumed. what izuku had for katsuki was certainly not a crush: it was an obsession. you could tell by the way his eyes would flash with an unreadable emotion whenever you seemed to particularly capture bakugou’s eye some days, or how even after being insulted by bakugou you would sometimes see the dopiest of smile forming as the angry man stomped away.
that’s why it meant so much to you when izuku was willing to share his favorite thing with you! to be honest, none of you were quite sure how you ended up exactly here. all you could remember was the fact that one minute bakugou was stopping by your room while you and izuku were studying to collect something, and the next minute you and your close friend found yourself crouched between the blond’s legs as he sat on the edge of your mattress.
he tsked disapprovingly as he stared down at the two of you, still fully clothed even though he’d already yelled at you two to remove your tops. his eyes seemingly glazed over, little sadist heart glancing at the sight of two pretty things panting like dogs at his feet. he almost felt bad for torturing the pair of whores so much.
almost felt bad.
“tuh— look at you two. that thirsty for a taste of this cock, yeah?” neither of you responded, eyes still thirstily locked onto his lap. neither of you dared to place your hands on him just yet, afraid that if you pushed any further he’d get up and leave just as he threatened to do moments prior when the two of you insisted on shielding your bare chests from his view.
“why don’t you taste each other first, hah? ‘m sure shitty deku here has been dying for a piece of that cunt since he met you. that true?” not expecting his words to hit izuku so heavily, you were shocked into stillness when you met the pair of emerald eyes, now covered with a familiar veil of hungriness. except it was directed at you now.
he stayed quiet far too much longer than bakugou liked, apparently. he captured both of your attention with a grunt, large palm tangling in izuku’s hair and tugging his head back sharply. the boy yelped in response but didn’t dare to move.
“asked you a fuckin’ question, ain’t i? go head and tell’er—“
“want it.” izuku spoke before he could finish his sentence, suddenly much closer to you now as katsuki forced him forward. “w-wanna make you feel good too. y/n please. please let me make feel good. i’ll do anything. just~” he was silenced with another sharp tug of his green locs.
“i said answer the question, not make yourself sound fuckin’ pathetic. you’re lucky y/n is as slutty as she is. bet no other chicks would like that shit.” he scolded with a shake of his head. “now make her cum on your fingers and maybe i’ll consider letting you two get me off.”
and god, he didn’t need to be told twice. izuku was already pushing your body back against your plush carpet floor, hovering over you as katsuki still sat proudly above you two on the mattress. your pants were lost in an instant, legs pried open with his strong arms (how hadn’t you noticed just how ripped he was?) as his predatory eyes locked onto the wet spot of your panties.
that seemed to make him go feral, literally ripping the wet fabric before tossing it to the side, miraculously landing them in the blond’s lap making him chuckle and toss the ruined material back onto the ground. he wasted no more time diving into your cunt, nose smooshed against your clit as he greedily and noisily slurped up everything your pretty pussy had to give him.
you gasped at the unexpected roughness that you’d expect from the other boy; not your sweet izuku. you weren’t sure who this monster was that replaced your dear close friend, but you couldn’t find it in you to care after you felt his fingers coming up to press against your core. had you been a little less focused on his hot breath fanning across your cunt you may have noticed the tremble of his hands as he teasingly rubbed along your drenched slit, peeling himself away to admire the way his hand glided across your wetness. he was still a virgin (somehow), but the copious amount of porn he’d consumed seemed to be paying off in his favor.
he looked so cute like that, eyes wide as he pulled away and gawked at the way you soaked his hand. they widened even further when katsuki suddenly grabbed his wrist, forcefully jerking the smaller boy up until the slicked appendages pressed against the pad of his tongue.
“fuck, princess. you taste fuckin’ delightful. i see why this nerd was begging for a piece of this pussy.” you squealed at his crudeness, eyes fluttering shut as you cupped your tits in your hands. the sound of bakugou shamelessly cleaning your mess from izuku’s fingers so loudly had you seeing spots as you ran your hands across your body, everywhere just feeling too hot for them to find purchase anywhere.
izuku appeared to take note of this, seemingly snapping out of his lustful trance as he reached his free hand to grab yours, thumbs trailing over your whitened knuckles in attempt to soothe you even as you moaned so whorishly before him.
katsuki sucked at his fingers until the taste of you was completely gone, groaning as he reluctantly pulled away. “shit. cant wait anymore. get your horny asses up here.” he demanded sluggishly as he rushed to pull his joggers down just over his ass, heavy cock slapping across his abdomen. part of you pondered if he’d purposely shown up without any underwear on, or if this was a normal thing for him. your mouth watered at the thought of both.
“isn’t this what you wanted? quit yer gawkin’ and get to work.” despite the aggressiveness of his words he still appeared to be tense, eyebrows tight and face flushed a pretty pink as he refused to make eye contact with either of you.
a moment passed and you two still hadn’t moved. whatever bashfulness had been exposed of katsuki was now gone as his usual angry expression took over once again.
“y-your shirt.” you finally choked out. izuku stared at you with large eyes, evidently alarmed yet relieved that you finally said what the two of you were silently praying for. “want your shirt off. please, kacchan?”
the blond cackled at your request, shaking his head as he grabbed the waistband of his joggers and tugged them back up his hips, tucking his cock away painfully. “guess someone’s spoiled. thought you’d do a better job at keeping your brat in check, deku.” izuku nodded quickly at the words, but you were almost certain that he was so horny he’d agree with anything bakugou said at this point.
“hit ‘er.” “wh…wha-“ “bend her over your fuckin’ lap,” you yelped as bakugou grabbed at the nape of your neck, successfully pressing your face to the ground and sitting you up on all fours. “and hit her. gotta show her you’re in charge, huh? isn’t that what you were askin’ me the other day? how to get in this bitch’s pants?” you couldn’t see izuku’s face, only hearing the choked wheeze he let out before a pause and-
smack!
you whined at the sharp feeling, trying to crawl away only to be pulled back by izuku. you could’ve sworn you felt a light dribble of drool across your ass as he went in for a second smack, and a third, and~
“calm down, shitty nerd! i said punish the brat, not brutalize her. look at this face.” ever the hypocrite, katsuki pouted as his large hand cupped your cheeks, squeezing them together cutely. “so mean, isn’t he princess? here, i’ll make it up to ya by giving you a treat.” he grinned sheepishly as he released your face, reaching for the hem of his shirt and tossing it aside easily. like a pair of greedy puppies you and izuku both resumed your positions on your knees before him once again.
the room seemingly halted, even the spinning in your head coming to a pause as you admired his chiseled body. all of his years of intense workouts seemed to pay off as you admired his toned chest. izuku seemed worse off than you however, poor boy basically vibrating from where he crouched.
katsuki laughed dryly at both of your expressions. “should’ve known this would be too much for you freaks. now come on, were so damn thirsty for my cock earlier.” he grunted dramatically as he leaned back on the mattress, elbows propping him just enough to make eye contact with both of you. “take it.”
you both sprung into action, making quick work of removing the fabric blocking you two from what you’ve been after the whole time. neither of you took the time to fully gawk at the sheer size of him again, already making quick work of licking at his tip and gathering the leaking precum on both of your tongues. katsuki hissed at the feeling, fists balling up the sheets beneath him as his hips bucked upwards, tip forcing its way between your pretty lips.
“that’s right baby, suck it- oh fuck~” he was suddenly whining as he thrusted shallowly in your mouth, izuku unfazed as he attached his own swollen lips to the base of his cock, tongue trailing along the thick vein as he was sure to make it nice and sloppy with his spit.
bakugou was a mess, control faltering at the unexpected amount of pleasure. he didn’t dare to open his eyes afraid he’d bust immediately if he caught a glimpse of how slutty you must’ve looked. “f-fuckin’ brats, tryna make me… fuck.. fuck! harder, yeah, suck it harder” he whimpered, hips bucking uncontrollably now as he fought off his orgasm.
izuku popped off of his cock, trailing kisses along the shaft until he reached his balls and popped one into his mouth, moaning at the taste of his skin. bakugou’s eyes rolled back, toes curling as more whorish moans tumbled from his trembling lips. his whole body was flushed a pretty shade of red, and you and izuku didn’t let up your assault on his cock even as he hissed at both of you that he was close.
his final straw was when you took him all the way to the back of your throat, breath catching in his throat at the tightness. everything was hot, too hot, and wet and… shit. “fuckfuckfuck, that’s it baby.” he shivered as he came in heavy spurts, watching as you pulled away slightly to tease the slit of his cock as you milked more cum from him.
he panted heavily as he watched izuku grab you by your neck, barely giving you a chance to enjoy his flavor before the green haired boy was tugging you into a rough kiss. the sight of you two exchanging his cum, tongue wrestling in a mindless greedy battle, had bakugou nearly ready to say ‘fuck it’ and brave the overstimulation to have you two back on his cock again.
deku groaned anomalistically when he finally pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip and chuckling at your little whine.
“was it fun?” “mhm.” “taste as good as you thought?” “mhm.” he chuckled at the delight written across your features. “mm, figured. need ta’ go again. wanna see from myself.”
the way you two talked about him as if he wasn’t even there had katsuki’s cock standing again already. if only he knew what trouble he’d gotten himself into messing with two greedy sluts. <3
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