Hiya! David!clark with prompt 2 from your list pretty please w the juiciest cherry on top! SMOOCHES TO YOUUU
Smooches to you as well, anon!! This was such a cute drabble request!
Pairing: David!Clark Kent x F!Reader
Word Count: 532
Rating: Gen. This is pure fluff with the prompt, Wait a minute. Are you jealous?
A/N: Thank you to @ryebecca for looking this over!
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“And, anyway,” Clark continues, fumbling with the stack of papers in his hands. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea to meet him alone. Someone should come with you. Just for safety, you know? You can never be too careful.”
You raise an eyebrow. “It’s a date, Clark. Not some shady source for a story. You’re acting like I’m meeting a criminal kingpin.”
He frowns, pushing his glasses back up his nose in a familiar gesture you’ve seen him do a hundred times. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’m just saying, you don’t know this guy. He could be anyone. He could be an axe murderer, for all we know.”
It’s only the worried crease between his brow and the genuine concern you see in his eyes that keep you from laughing at how seriously he’s taking this.
“He’s friends with Jimmy,” you remind him, giving his very firm, muscly shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“How well does Jimmy actually know this guy?” Clark questions. “Are they actual friends, or more like ‘a friend of a friend’ kind of situation?”
“I think they play pickleball together?” you say, though you can’t fully remember. Jimmy tended to ramble a lot and well, truth be told, sometimes you tuned him out. “Or maybe it was D&D? I’m not sure which one it is, but he’s definitely not some random weirdo. Just a nerd.”
“I should talk to Jimmy,” Clark says with a nod like he hasn’t even heard you.
Before he can walk past, you stop him with a firm hand on his chest, your fingertips grazing the crisp, starchy white shirt he’s wearing.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on?” You question.
Clark may have had the reputation of the office big brother, always looking out for everyone, but this was something else. It felt different. It felt like he liked you.
No.
That couldn’t be right. He was so wildly out of your league and that thought sounded insane, even to your own ears. But as you study his face, you catch the way his eyes flick away from yours for just a beat too long, the briefest hesitation, and how his hand tightens around the stack of papers, his knuckles whitening.
“Are you jealous?” The words slip out before you can stop them. You wince, wishing you could swallow them back up when you see the tips of Clark’s ears turn red. He opens his mouth, then closes it, before tugging on his collar.
“Oh,” you whisper.
“Is that a good oh?” Clark asks you, looking almost nervous.
“Oh,” you say again like an idiot as your brain tries to catch up with the sharp left turn this conversation has taken. Clark Kent liked you. Like actually liked you.
"I do," Clark murmurs, and it takes a second to realize you must have said that last part out loud.
“Well, I should probably cancel that date then,” you tell him.
“And I should probably ask you out,” he replies, glancing around the bullpen before stepping closer.
“Yeah,” you agree, getting a little lost in how blue his eyes are.
summary: as always, you're one of the first reporters at the scene of the crime. you're used to how the deputy attempts to intimidate you. what surprises you is seeing him concerned about you getting involved.
gator tillman ୨ৎ canon ୨ৎ enemies to lovers/ opposites attract
Being a local reporter didn’t come with the glamour you’d expected it to. Especially not in Stark County, where there were always cold leads begging to be chased and local law enforcement cutting off the trail. The first time you’d truly interacted with the Deputy, he had conned you into giving up one of your story leads on the upcoming elections. When Gator erased all the recordings you’d saved from an interview with an old, disgraced secretary of Roy Tillman, you vowed to keep your distance.
You’d freshly arrived on the scene of the crime, a gas station murder just outside the main town. The cops had already taped off everything you wouldn’t be permitted to access, but there was a small collection of folks gathering to see what had happened. With no obvious witnesses to the crime, you began approaching individuals in the crowd, asking for statements or any information. If they couldn’t point you in the right direction, maybe one of the officers could slip you a lead.
“Ain’t it a little early in the day for you to be pestering people?” Gator snidely remarked from the opposite side of the yellow tape.
The couple you were chatting with froze in place before dismissing themselves. You turned to face the disgruntled deputy as he exhaled the kiwi-scented smoke from his vape.
“Can I help you, deputy?” Your eyes narrowed as you pocketed your pen.
Gator’s eyes scanned over your appearance, noting how perfectly put together you were as always. Not a hair out of place. He nodded towards the direction of your vehicle and silently walked towards it. With confusion evident in your gaze, you followed behind him. Gator leaned against the trunk of your vehicle, mentally noting the number of your license plate.
Once you were close enough and out of earshot from the officers and crowd, he finally spoke, “There is no story here. Whatever you’re trying to find, you won’t. So drop it.”
Your brow furrowed, yet you schooled your tone, “And are you saying that as an officer of the law or because you think I’m trying to ruin your daddy’s election?”
“I’m telling you to keep your nose out of the law’s business. Not everything needs an article in the Sunday paper,” Gator sneered and plucked the pen from your pocket.
“Real mature,” You huffed when he held it just out of your reach, “It is well within my rights to pursue this story. And this little scene is making me think that this is a scratch off the surface of something bigger.”
“And it is well within my rights to advise you not to,” Gator scoffed, finally offering the pen back as a small treaty, “You ain’t gotta trust me, but I’m telling you this with your best interest in mind. You don’t need to be making yourself any enemies out here.”
You subconsciously took a half step closer, cocking your head to the side, “Is that a threat?”
Gator straightened his posture when you approached. He expected you to listen and concede like the other journalists at the paper. His eyes flicked from your lips back up to your eyes, “You should wear blue more often. It brings out your eyes.”
Before you could ridicule him, the radio on his chest clicked on. The officer at the other end announced a few codes and that a medical team would arrive on the scene shortly. With one last look at you, Gator marched back towards the station, barking orders at the officers to clear people out.
i was browsing to find anyone with requests open and i saw your post so i was thinking if you could write about steve comforting reader after a long day of work? i’m so overwhelmed today and im seriously thinking of quitting so!!!! i need my steve dose please 💔
a/n: oh anon, I felt this hard 🩷 I hope this cheers you up!
cw: established relationship, domestic fluff, suggestive eyebrow wiggling from the sweetest man alive, comfort
The door clicks shut behind you softly. Your shoulders ache in that dull, bone-deep way that comes from holding yourself together for too many hours, smiling when you didn’t want to, nodding when you barely listened, pretending you were not one minor inconvenience away from completely losing it.
You barely make it two steps into the living room before your bag slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a tired thud.
Steve looks up immediately.
He’s halfway through flipping a page in some magazine he’s clearly not reading, hair slightly mussed, socked feet kicked up on the coffee table. The second he sees your face, something in his expression shifts. That quiet, instant concern that always makes your chest tighten in the most endearing way.
“Hey,” he says gently, already sitting forward. “Rough day?”
You try to answer. You really do. But the words get trapped somewhere between your brain and your mouth, and instead what comes out is a shaky breath that sounds suspiciously like the start of a sob.
And that’s all it takes.
Steve is on his feet in seconds, closing the space between you like it’s nothing, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. His hands land on your arms, warm and steady, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your sleeves.
“Whoa, okay,” he murmurs, voice low and soft. “C’mere.”
You don’t even hesitate. You just fold into him, forehead pressing into his chest as the weight of the day finally crashes down. His arms wrap around you instantly, firm and secure, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, holding you tighter when your shoulders start to shake. “I got you. I got you. C'mon, let's go lay down, baby."
Steve doesn’t wait for an answer. He keeps one arm securely around your shoulders while he stoops slightly, hooking the other behind your knees. He lifts you with a little grunt. A tiny, undignified sound escapes your lips, and you cling to his neck, burying your face in the warm skin there as he carries you toward the bedroom.
“Easy does it,” he murmurs, his breath stirring the hair at your temple.
He navigates the short hallway with a practiced ease, nudging the bedroom door open with his foot before gently laying you down on the bed. The world dips and rights itself, and you sink into the familiar softness of your shared bed. You feel the mattress shift as he sits beside you, and then his hands are back on you, one on your ankle, the other gently coaxing your shoes off. They land on the floor with two soft thuds.
He shifts again, moving to lay behind you on the bed. You feel the gentle tug as he pulls the elastic from your hair, letting the strands spill around your shoulders. His fingers begin a slow, rhythmic massage at your scalp, working their way down the tense column of your neck.
"Bad day?" He whispers, soft kisses planted at the nape of your neck. Not to seduce, just to ground you.
He listens as you vent about customers, about your boss, about the sheer soul-crushing boredom of it all. He never interrupts, just hums in understanding, his hands never stopping their gentle work. When you finally trail off, chest still tight with lingering frustration, he shifts, propping himself up on an elbow so he can see your face.
"Okay. First thing's first," he says, his tone gentle but decisive. "You are officially excused from all adult responsibilities. No making decisions, no chores, no cooking. Your only job is to let me take care of you."
He brushes a stray tear from your cheekbone with his thumb.
"But what about dinner?" You whine, feeling pathetic and small but too tired to care.
"Hush. That's my problem. I'm thinking mac and cheese. The kind with the breadcrumbs on top. Then maybe a dumb action movie you can make fun of with me. Sound good?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, already leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.
You smile at the feeling of his lips on your skin. He places another soft kiss to your cheek, your nose, then your lips.
You can't help the noise that comes out of you—this soft, happy little sigh that says everything you can’t find the words for. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you melt into the kiss, letting him pour all of that warmth and affection into you until the tension finally, finally starts to fade.
He pulls back to study your face, going to say something just before you pull him down for another kiss. He laughs softly against your lips, pulling away a few centimeters. "Okay, okay," he whispers. "I can't make us dinner if you're distracting me."
He presses one more quick kiss to the corner of your mouth and slides off the bed.
"Stay put," he commands, pointing a playful finger at you. "Do not move. I'm gonna make the best comfort food of your life."
He pauses at the doorway, looking back at you with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. "And then maybe, you know, we can continue the kissing. Movie could just be background noise for more... intimate activities..." he says, trailing off with a small, hopeful smile.
You grin, burrowing deeper into the blankets. "Promise?"
"I meant it when I said I'd take care of you," he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before disappearing into the hall.
You listen to the sounds of him moving around the kitchen. The clatter of a pan, the hum of the microwave, the soft sound of him humming some tune you don't recognize. It’s all so perfectly, wonderfully normal that it almost makes you forget about your bad day to begin with.
Requests - helloo i’m the one who asked abt hoshi (shh) yess i’m down for anything hehehe thank you so much!!
Summary: It's a dangerous game you are playing, calling someone else funny when your boyfriend is sitting right there.
Tags: Soonyoung x f.reader, office au, fluff, kinda secret relationship
Warnings: here we go, talking about cum, saliva, orgasms, kissing, biting, teasing, pinching MDNI
Word Count: 2k
A's note: uh, i think you need to read shh before this, so that you can understand the internal jokes(?). Lets not consider this as official debut of smut on coupsalchemy but we are close to an official debut *coughs* Anon, I hope you enjoy this reverse dynamic of reader trying to make Soonyoung jealous. this is unedited. if you find any mistakes just close your eyes and go along.
divider credits to the @/saradika-graphics
You cup your mouth covering your laugh, “that’s ridiculous.”
Seungcheol smiles back, all sparkling eyes and dazzling smile. “I’m telling you that really happened.”
You narrow your eyes, but find yourself nodding away. “What can I do, I have to believe whatever my boss says.”
Seungcheol huffs out a laugh. “I’m just your lead, but when did you ever listen to me?”
You pick your cutlery, tapping the ends of chopsticks in your plate, to straighten them. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
The restaurant is occupied with your company employees for yet another dinner just before the holiday season. You are in high spirits thinking about all of the Christmas celebrations, the sparkling roads with lights and decorated Christmas trees in every nook and corner.
Soonyoung, your boyfriend, is sitting on the opposite side of the table, a few seats away, cooped up with his team. He is picking up kimchi, chewing on the end of it, his eyes meeting yours.
“Everyone knows you are my brattiest member on the team,” Seungcheol helps you in giving you more food. “It’s like a company-wide known secret.”
You turn away from Soonyoung’s arched eyebrow to your team lead, rolling your eyes playfully. Seungcheol is your friendly and flexible team lead you have ever had in your life. He just makes your work easy, and also lets you do whatever you want.
Seungcheol spills some of the food over the table, his clumsiness makes you laugh. And his shocked expression only makes it harder.
“And you might be the only person who can make me laugh.” You grab a few tissues to clean the spill.
The game you are playing now is a dangerous one. The one that’ll lead to trouble if you lose. And your boyfriend, who has just put his kimchi down, cracks his neck. A tic he has whenever he is upset or pissed.
Soonyoung wants to be the only man who can get a laugh out of you. He strives hard for it, given your tendencies to brush off his atrocities with disdain or not even giving him attention.
Seungcheol’s cheeks pink at your comment, “ah, thank you.”
The colleague sitting next to you, excuses herself, pointing to her phone. You make yourself comfortable, listening to Seungcheol talk about a gag contest he wanted to enroll in his teenage years.
You clasp your hands beneath your chin, listening, or pretending to listen to your lead when the man, your man, carries over his plate, his kimchi, and himself to the empty seat next to you.
Soonyoung makes himself very comfortable, passing over your colleague’s plate to his previous position, and presses his knee to yours under the table.
“Saw this is the most happening place,” Soonyoung explains himself when met with Seungcheol’s curious eyes, “and heard that you are the funniest guy. I have a thing for comedy, I bet Hyejin knows how much I appreciate it.”
Hyejin pauses, chewing her food, watching you and Soonyoung and scoffs. “Well, he certainly has a thing.”
Soonyoung beams at Seungcheol, “see. So about this gag concert, is it still happening?”
Seungcheol goes about his notoriously famous concert that happens in his hometown. His eyes mostly go towards you, even when Soonyoung is asking all the questions.
You laugh at Seungcheol’s words as he exaggerates the skit he did. Soonyoung bounces his knee, knocking into yours painfully. You shove his leg away from you.
He gives the most understanding nod, agreeing to whatever your lead is saying. Your eyes narrow at his enthusiastic and sympathetic responses over Seungcheol’s dead dream of being a comedian.
Hyejin is watching curiously over the two of you, the only other person in this company who knows about your secret relationship with Soonyoung. Having to witness one of your boyfriend’s vulgar acts.
Seungcheol offers you more food seeing your plate is almost empty. Soonyoung absentmindedly shoves his untouched food on his plate to yours, stunning everyone to silence.
“Oh,” he realises his mistake, pulling up the most fake apologetic face, “I have this habit of not wasting food. And you were going for seconds, it’s a habit, really.”
You look at your plate, and back at your boyfriend who is waiting on your next step. “Oh, that’s really thoughtful of you. But I don’t like eating other people’s saliva infused food. Given you suck your chopsticks, put it back in the food, you know, the whole ordeal.”
Soonyoung watches your mouth as you speak, the playful glint gone on his face, a serious calculating one taking over. “Oh,” his eyes don't leave your mouth, the same mouth that had taken far worse than his saliva.
“Agree,” Seungcheol helps you get another clean plate. “I like how you care about hygiene.”
Soonyoung and Hyejin, both scoff, at the same time. Your cheeks redden, thinking about the only previous night where you were begging him to come in your mouth.
“Thank you. Oral hygiene is important.”
“Then you must not have a boyfriend?” Soonyoung asks, highly inappropriate.
“I’m sorry?” You turn to him, gulping.
“Forgive me, for this personal question. I’m just a curious man, and I just want to know women better, so I can treat my girl better.”
You nod, slowly, losing your grip on the game you are playing. Soonyoung plays along with you, no matter how crass or nasty it may look to others. Do you want to try a new position? He is down. Do you want to try fucking in a hotel’s top floor balcony? He is reserving the room. Do you want to flirt with your lead to make him jealous? He brings over his plate to see it first hand.
“So you don’t have a boyfriend?” Soonyoung presses.
“Uh,” you see the seriousness in his eyes, the one you always see when he is pissed or when you are crying and he doesn’t know what made you bawl. “I… don’t.”
Do you want to lie and say you don’t have a boyfriend? He draws the line.
Soonyoung nods. “Explains. I mean I can’t help it when you say no saliva, because once you are in a relationship, it’s inevitable to exchange some, you know, kissing.”
His eyes drag down to your lips again, his own biting down on his lower lip. One hundred percent sure he is thinking about his cum in your mouth.
“Mr.Kwon, that’s highly inappropriate.” Seungcheol says in a stern voice, but his eyes keep jumping to you, also curious and relieved to know you don’t have a boyfriend.
Except he is sitting next to you, his hand on your thigh, slipping beneath your skirt and pinching your inner thigh, hard.
“I’m sorry,” Soonyoung says, covering your gasp. “I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s fine.” You grit out, as he pinches you again, in the same spot. “I don’t mind.”
“No, I’m done with questions. Please continue with your food, I have a phone call to make.” He excuses himself from the table, and dumbly leaves his mobile on the table.
“Let me give it to him, and come back.” You grab his phone and stand up from the table avoiding Hyejin’s eyes. Because you know and she knows that Soonyoung left on purpose. And you are just following your upset boyfriend.
The restaurant is secluded near the washrooms, given it's only your company and everyone’s still busy with their things and holiday cheer.
Soonyoung is leaning against a wall, tapping his foot on it. He checks his watch, “not bad. Took you two minutes.”
You shove his phone into his chest, “thought you had to call someone, urgently.”
Soonyoung accepts his phone, unlocking it to the picture of you and him kissing. You demanded, threatened and begged him to change it in case someone sees it, but all he did is switch from a hugging image to a French kiss photo he took in the middle of one of your make out sessions.
“Ah, to my girl, to ask whether she’s comfortable with kissing you know.”
“Oh.”
Soonyoung tilts his head, “so?”
You take a step back, he closes you in, pressing you against the wall. He’s not touching or holding you, your chests barely brushing when you breathe.
His cologne makes your eyes flutter, taking you back to all the times he took you against the door as soon as you reached home from the office.
You’ll be nuzzled against his armpit as he plunges into you, saying, “missed this pussy. Knowing you are right there sitting at your desk and not on my cock,” he grunts at a harsh thrust, “your rightful place.”
“I asked you a question.” Soonyoung snaps. He tilts his head, “but you said you don’t have a boyfriend right.”
“Soonyoung,” you start, he tuts, slapping the side of your thigh hard. You moan, grabbing his shirt, crumpling it. “How can I say—”
“All you had to say was yes.” Soonyoung’s hand trails to your back, squeezing your ass and landing a hard slap. “I didn’t ask who. I asked if you have one or not.” Another slap that has you aching and delighted.
You feel wetness pooling in your panties, turned on at the possessiveness oozing from your man. “I.. panicked.”
Soonyoung is massaging your probably by now red ass cheek, thinking. “Panicked?”
“Yeah.” You brush your aching core to his semi hardness. “Please.” Your voice is barely a whisper.
“Oh no, no,” Soonyoung maintains a distance between you two, “I don’t want my saliva or my cum anywhere near you.”
You harrumph, agitated, turned on and wanting, needing him, knowing only he can satiate the hunger inside you.
“Please.” You grab his shirt pulling him. A button flew across the floor from the sheer pull. “Baby.”
Soonyoung is at crossroads, his eyes on your thighs pressing themselves, and the needy whines you emit. They are your calls for him to fuck you senseless.
But you just lied to everyone, to your own boyfriend about not having one. He hates liars. And doesn’t tolerate one.
“On one condition.” He taps his fingers across your jaw. You nod, enthusiastically mumbling anything. He chuckles, “desperate for my cock. I’ll fuck you when you’ll drink my remaining beer. In front of everyone, and mainly before the man who makes you laugh.”
He pinches your nipple over your blouse, hard. You whine loudly that he cups your mouth.
“Only man who makes you laugh?” He twists your nipple, “funny how you were crying and laughing mid climax yesterday.”
You bite onto his palm trying not to scream.
“Did I imagine it, princess?”
You shake your head.
He lets go of your nipple, and crashes his lips on yours, kissing you vulgarly and dirtily, his tongue playing with yours, his saliva in your mouth, and your hands desperately clawing him.
You seek relief, but he doesn’t let you grind on him, sticking to his words.
He breaks the kiss, proud of the saliva that connects his lips to yours. “Now, go finish my beer and we will go home.” He brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a sweet kiss as if he just didn’t do dirty to you.
With one last longing glance towards his now swollen lips, you make your way to the table.
You settle down, avoiding everyone’s conversations and Seungcheol’s questions, you pick up Soonyoung’s beer and finish it.
“I’m leaving,” Soonyoung appears at your table as soon as you set the empty bottle down, “are you leaving? Should we share a cab?”
You are already standing grabbing your coat and bag, mumbling a feeble goodbye. You follow your man who is walking a few feet away, leading you out of the restaurant. You admire his physique, and his gait that’s confident and almost— cocky.
And that night Soonyoung had the most fun, denying every single request of yours, not giving you his cum and not letting you cum.
“Will you repeat this again, baby?” He asks, when you are dozing off, without a single orgasm, because he is a bastard in that way.
And you know you won’t ever repeat it again. Not at the cost of your orgasms.
Sonilver + flirting, if you would like to write more for them?
drabble requests: closed
Sonic watches Silver putter around in his garden until he notices him doing the same thing over and over and thinks, okay, that's enough of that. He gets up, stretches, and says, "Let's take a break for a bit. Go for a run, maybe get something to eat. The garden will still be here when we come back."
Silver sighs, looking forlornly at a drooping seedling. For a moment it seems as if he'll refuse, but he eventually gets up. He's a little flushed from the sun, the red visible even through his fur. The quills on his head are slightly damp with sweat. It's a surprisingly good look on him.
"Yeah, alright," Silver says. He pulls off his gardening gloves, then wipes some of the sweat off his face with his forearm. "Let me just put some stuff away and we can go."
Sonic taps his foot as he waits for Silver to finally be done. Eventually Silver finishes putting his gardening equipment away and comes to a stop beside Sonic. "Ready!"
There's a streak of dirt on his forehead, left there when he wiped his sweat away. Sonic chuckles and reaches out to wipe it off. "Not quite." He scrubs at the dirt, stepping in a bit closer to get it all off.
He doesn't realize just how close he's gotten until he drops his arm and suddenly notices him and Silver are practically nose to nose. Having people in his personal space usually bothers Sonic a bit, but for some reason he doesn't feel any urge to step away.
Silver doesn't seem bothered by the proximity either. If anything he's leaning into it, peering intently at Sonic's face.
Okay, that's a little uncomfortable. Sonic opens his mouth, but only gets as far as uh before Silver interrupts him.
"Your eyes are really pretty."
Sonic's thoughts come to a screeching halt. His mind is blank for one second, two—and then he steps back, rubbing at his nose in an effort to hide the flush he can feel rising on his muzzle. "Eh? What are you saying?"
Silver blinks at him. The picture of innocence. "Did I say something wrong? I just meant they're a nice shade of green. I'd be happy if the grass in my garden were that color."
Oh, geez. "You can't just—say stuff like that without warning," Sonic says. He turns his face away, looking into the distance. "Somebody will get the wrong idea one of these days."
"The wrong idea?" Silver parrots. When Sonic glances his way, he looks confused, ears dropping slightly.
Sonic sighs. "Never mind. Just—come on. I know a nice route to a place where we can get good food."
He heads off with only a short glance back to make sure Silver is following—which means he completely misses the smug grin spreading across Silver's face.
I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY I FELL ASLEEP LMAO
All you’ve wanted for the last few days has been to relax. By yourself. You finally have a few minutes to yourself, in your own bed. Your boyfriend Hobi is making dinner in the kitchen with his friend Jin. Jin. God, fucking Kim Seokjin. He’s been unusually touchy today and you can’t for the life of you figure out what has gotten into him, but it certainly isn’t helping the constant swirling in your abdomen the last few days.
Jin’s fucking attractive, okay? Especially since he’s been letting his hair grow out. You asked Hobi not long ago if he would be ever interested in having a threesome, and he said sure, but when you told him you wanted Jin as a third, he just laughed and said “I can try, doubt it though.”
Men are useless sometimes.
You were hoping maybe he’d agree before the rest of their friends return from their military service at the end of the month and your house becomes the usual hangout again. You shrug, if you can’t get what you want, you’ll just have to do it yourself. All you need is five minutes… maybe ten. And with both of them busy, you finally have a chance.
You root through your bedside table drawer searching for your favorite toy. There it is! You take a deep breath and relax back against the pillows, pressing the power button and feeling the vibrator whir to life in your hand. You immediately slide it down your body under the waistband of your shorts and panties, feeling it touch you directly as you purr in delight. You tease yourself for a little bit before finally slipping the toy inside your entrance, relishing in the feeling as you push your shirt and bra up with your free hand and fondle your breast roughly. God it feels so good. It shouldn’t take you long at all at this rate.
.
“How much longer?” Jin asks from where he checks his phone across the counter.
“I dunno, maybe like five minutes?” Hoseok responds, stirring the food in the pan again. “Not much longer.”
Jin puts his phone back down and sighs. Feeling a bit awkward, but knowing each other so well, Hoseok immediately catches on. “What’s wrong?” He turns to face the older boy.
“Nothing just… can’t stop thinking about what you asked earlier.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” Jin sighs again. “Did Y/N really ask to have a threesome? With me?”
Hoseok snorts. “Hyung, I wouldn't lie to you about something like that.”
“But why me? Why now?”
The younger boy shrugs. “You’d have to ask her. Maybe because she knows the house is going to be busy when the others come home from service?”
“But why me?” Jin repeats.
“Don’t know.” Hoseok takes the pan off the hot burner and places it on a cool one. “She thinks you’re attractive and knows you think she is too, so why not?”
Jin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “She wouldn’t know unless you told her.”
“It’s not like you’re inconspicuous about it.” Hoseok throws his hands up in defense when he sees Jin’s stare. “I’m just saying, it’s kind of obvious sometimes. Is that why you’ve been all over her today?”
“I haven’t been all over her.” Jin scoffs. “I do have respect for your relationship, you know.”
Hoseok just rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying hyung, she’s giving you a in, and it won’t be around for much longer, so do with that information what you will.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
“I’m happy when she’s happy.”
“That’s such a bullshit answer.”
“If she wants it, it’s fine with me.” Hoseok assures him with a smile. “Not like I haven’t seen your dick before.”
Jin sighs again, raking his hand through his hair. “I’ll think about it…”
“Whatever you want, hyung.” Hoseok turns away and opens a cabinet to pull out some plates. “Now, can you go tell her that dinner is ready please?”
Jin nods as he stands up. “Where’d she go?”
“I think she went to our room to get something.”
Jin heads out of the kitchen and into the living room, turning down the hallway and walking all the way to the end where your bedroom sits, surprised to see the door is closed. Maybe you went to take a nap? He knocks lightly, but when he doesn’t hear a response he cracks the door open and peeks his head inside.
The room is dim, with only a string of lights above your bed turned on, but that doesn’t stop him from seeing exactly what you’re doing. He hears your heavy breathing, hears the faint buzzing noise; he sees your hands, one down your pants, one gripping your breast, he sees your eyes closed, your head thrown back, chest heaving as your pleasure yourself. He smells the faint smell of sweat and the sweet smell of you in the air. Holy shit. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. He knows he shouldn’t be watching but god you’re so hot like this. He takes one last look before forcing himself to close his eyes, backing away and quietly shutting the door.
Damn. Jin adjusts his suddenly hardening length in his pants. Should he let you finish? No, he doesn’t know how long that could take, and Hoseok might get suspicious. Jin pauses a moment to calm himself down before knocking loudly and purposely on the door again.
“Y/N-ah?”
“Shit.” He hears you curse, your hushed panic on the other side of the door before you respond. “Y-yeah?”
“Dinner’s ready.”
“O-okay! I’ll be out… in a second.”
He hears your heaving breathing and has to choke back a whimper as he walks up the hallway, trying to relax before crossing the living room back into the kitchen. “She said she’ll be out in a second.” Jin states as he joins Hoseok at the table.
“Why is your face so red, did you run back and forth?” Hoseok jokes.
“Hm? Oh, uh no, just got a little hot is all.” Jin states, taking off his sweatshirt for effect. It’s not a lie. He can feel his cheeks burning as the image of you plays over and over in his head.
Hoseok’s eyes go wide at this. “Hyung, your neck is really red. Do you need some ice?”
Jin shakes his head as you walk into the room. “I’ll be fine.”
.
You’re so close. So very close to your high. It feels amazing, you want nothing else at this moment. Nothing else except-
Knock knock. “Y/N-ah?” It’s Jin.
“Shit.” Your eyes open wide, quickly moving to silence the buzzing of your vibrator before responding. “Y-Yeah?” Your response is breathy.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Damnit. “O-okay! I’ll be out… in a second.” You can hear him walk away and flop back down against the pillows. Fuck… Well. You’ll just have to finish this later.
You sigh, tucking the toy back into your nightstand and slamming the drawer shut in frustration. God you hope Jin didn’t hear you. You check yourself in the mirror, putting all of your clothes back into place before you walk out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen.
“Mm smells delicious.” You state, placing a kiss on Hoseok’s cheek as you walk past him to take your seat between him and Jin. When you sit you smile at Jin only to notice just how red his face is. “Jin, are you alright? You’re really red.”
“So are you, baby.” Hoseok states, looking over you with worry and reaching out to place his hand over yours, feeling how hot your skin is. “Are you alright?”
“Hm?” You reach a hand up to feel your cheeks are still flushed from your activities.
“Do you want me to turn the air up? Is it too hot in here?”
You shake your head to reassure him. “No, I’ll be fine in a minute. Not sure what this is.”
The three of you eat in relative silence, which is strange because usually Jin won’t stop talking. You chance a few glances in his direction, but every time your eyes meet he quickly looks away, blushing.
After dinner and dishes, the three of you retire to the living room to watch a movie. You curl up against Hoseok’s side where you sit between him and Jin, who is seated as close to the arm of the couch as he possibly can be. His body language is screaming that he doesn't want to be close to you, but for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. He wasn’t like this before dinner. About halfway through the movie, Jin gets up to use the bathroom and you pause it for him before laying yourself across Hoseok’s lap, still feeling a bit of your arousal from your unfinished business from earlier.
“Hi gorgeous.” Hoseok coos in your ear as you stretch across him.
“Hi baby~” You smile as his whispers turn into soft kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You sigh softly at the feeling of his lips on you, but when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer, you know these kisses have a purpose. “Hobi,” you warn. “Jin’s still here.”
“So?” Hoseok’s hands slip under your shirt and begin to wander along your abdomen. He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth and your eyes squeeze shut as it takes everything in you not to give in to him.
“So, I’m pretty sure Jin doesn’t want to watch you fuck me on the couch.”
“Well, maybe not just watch.”
You shoot up in surprise for the second time tonight at the sound of Jin’s voice to see him sitting back down in his seat on the couch. “Jin!” You try to push Hoseok off, but he’s insistent. “I didn’t hear you come back. Sorry, Hobi was just stopping.” Hoseok’s lips leave your neck, but he stays close enough that you can feel his breath on the wet spots he made, and it sends a shiver of desire down your spine.
“No, I wasn’t.” Hoseok smirks, placing a hot kiss against your pulse point. “Didn’t you hear what he said?”
You stop fighting Hoseok to look up at Jin, puzzled. “No, I didn’t.”
“He said ‘maybe not just watch’.”
“Wait, really? Hobi asked you?” The room goes quiet as you wait for Jin’s answer; as if everything around you is made of glass, and if any of you move the wrong way, the moment will shatter around you.
Jin’s face flushes bright red. “Yeah, he did and, w-well… I mean.” He glances up at you from beneath his long lashes. “If it’s okay, I think we could t-try.”
You’ve never seen Jin this shy before, usually he’s a little cocky, but this side of him is so soft. You climb back into your seat, sitting on your knees in between the two of them, facing Jin. “Are you sure? Tonight?”
He nods, finally meeting your gaze, a little steadier with his decision. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
You squeal with delight as you throw your arms around his neck, surprising Jin as you hug him tightly. “I’m so excited!” You exclaim as you sit back on your knees. “Can I- Is it okay if I kiss you? Hobi, is that okay?”
“Fine with me.” Your boyfriend chimes in from behind you.
Jin rubs his neck, a tell-tale sign that he’s nervous before he nods. “S-sure.”
“Don’t worry.” You offer him a sweet smile. “We’ll go slow, yeah?”
He lets out a breath, relaxing a little. “Okay.”
You reach a hand out and cup Jin’s cheek before leaning closer to him, feeling his eyes on you which makes you laugh. “Close your eyes, don’t make it weird.” You giggle.
“Oh, right. Sorry it’s been a while.”
He closes his eyes and waits for you. You rub your thumb across his smooth skin, studying his features up close for just a moment before you focus on his lips, his beautiful plump lips. You silently thank Hoseok for being the best boyfriend before closing the gap and pressing your lips against Jin’s. He’s stiff at first, and you chuckle, smiling against his mouth. You slide your hand down to his neck as you repeat the motion and feel him relax this time, responding to the brush of your lips this time with his own. His lips are luxurious. You thought Hoseok’s lips were pillows, Jin’s are deluxe. You can’t help it when you tilt your head, wanting to deepen the kiss, but Jin allows you, following your lead.
All the thoughts float from your mind as you gently push Jin back against the arm of the couch, leaning over him and straddling one of his legs. You feel his hands slide up to your waist as his lips part, his tongue snaking out and asking for access to your mouth. A small moan escapes you as you let him in, feeling his tongue press against yours, the taste of wine still present from dinner.
Jin’s hands squeeze your waist, a few of his fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt and rubbing your bare skin. You’re so lost in the feeling of Jin’s hands and mouth against you that the feeling of Hoseok’s hands on your ass makes you jump. You break the kiss with Jin and look over your shoulder at your boyfriend, his hands rubbing your ass over your shorts.
“Your ass looks so damn good in these shorts.” He groans. “But I didn’t realize how hot it would be to watch you make out with Jin hyung.” To emphasize his statement, Hoseok presses his hips against you, and sure enough through his shorts you can feel the beginnings of his erection.
You sit up on your knees, turning your head to capture Hoseok’s lips this time. He responds quickly, hungrily, his hands sliding around to your front and slipping under your shirt, tracing over your stomach before moving up and giving your breasts a squeeze as you gasp into his mouth. Jin sits up, his hands grabbing your waist as he rubs his thumbs over your hips, mesmerized by your reactions to Hoseok’s touches, memorizing every brush of skin that has you keening.
Hoseok’s mouth moves down to your neck as he grabs your shirt, yanking it off over your head and tossing it onto the floor. It takes no time after that for him to unclasp your bra, pushing it off your shoulders so that it falls into Jin’s lap. Hoseok grabs Jin’s hands from where they rest on your waist and drags them up your body, placing them on top of your breasts before his own hands slide back down your stomach.
Jin squeezes you gently, making you whimper for more. His hands grab you roughly a few times before he rubs his thumbs over your nipples, finding out how sensitive they are as you practically melt in his hands, his head dipping down to press kisses along your abdomen as he does. Hoseok’s mouth is working the expanse of your neck and shoulder, distracting you while his fingers pop open the button of your shorts and then slide the zipper down. He wastes no time slipping a hand under the fabric of your underwear and dipping his fingers into your already soaked folds.
“Hobi~” You breathe out his name as he circles your clit with experience. He knows exactly what to do to get you riled up for Jin, and he’s pulling out all the stops tonight.
Jin sits back to see what Hoseok did to get you to make that noise, and is shocked to see his friend's hand already in your pants. This causes him to get up on his knees with the two of you, pinching your nipples repeatedly as he reconnects his lips to yours. You feel Hoseok use his free hand to take off his shirt behind you, and then wrap that arm around your waist, pressing the warmth of his skin against your back and his hard length against your ass as his shirt dangles from his preoccupied forearm.
You quickly tug at the hem of Jin’s shirt, silently begging him to take it off. He smirks against your mouth before removing the fabric from his body, pulling it past your lips as he tosses it to the floor. You quickly pull him against you, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you press your breasts against his chest, his tongue slipping back into your mouth. One of Jin’s hands slides down with Hoseok’s into your shorts, but he moves farther, his long fingers finding your entrance quickly and tracing merciless circles around it before he finally plunges two of them deep inside of you.
“Oh fuck~” You whine, burying your face in Jin’s neck.
“Oh my god you’re wet.” Jin mumbles in amazement, making Hoseok chuckle.
“Told you hyung.” Hoseok finally rubs the pad of his middle finger across your clit and your legs shake from the pleasure as you moan into Jin’s skin. ”Isn’t she tight?”
Jin pumps his fingers inside you a few times as you hold him closer. “Incredibly.”
Hoseok pulls his hand away and you whine in protest, moving to look back at him, but he quickly shushes you. “Let’s move to the bed baby, it’ll be more comfortable for you.”
You nod, allowing Jin to also remove his hand before grabbing it and slipping his fingers into your mouth, cleaning your juices off of him as he watches, awestruck.
“Goddamn.” Is all he says as he watches you stand up. You take his hand and tug him along with you, leading both boys back to the bedroom where you quickly climb onto the bed to wait.
Hoseok sheds his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers before gesturing for Jin to do the same. Jin obeys, sliding out of his jeans before joining you on the bed, watching as Hoseok digs through his nightstand for a few things, giving you a chance to look down at Jin’s lap, seeing how hard he is in his boxers, his length straining against the thin fabric, much like Hoseok’s is. Jin looks thick and your body shivers as you think of what he’ll feel like inside you.
When Hoseok finds what he wants, he jumps on the bed with you both before pushing you onto all fours. He grabs your shorts and tugs them down, depositing them onto the floor before giving your ass a nice smack.
“Hyung, will you do the honors?” Hoseok plays with the waistband of your only remaining garment. “Or would you rather stare at her ass all day.” He jokes when he sees where Jin’s gaze is focused.
Jin’s hands move slowly, but purposefully, grabbing the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down over your ass inch by inch, groaning when they reveal your dripping wet center. He pulls them off the rest of the way, his eyes never leaving you.
“Isn’t she pretty?” Hoseok puts a hand on each cheek and spreads them apart, showing you off to his friend as you arch your back for them.
“So pretty…” Jin breathes.
“Hobi…” You whimper, feeling a little two exposed as both of these boys stare at your most intimate parts.
Hoseok moves back towards your head, cupping your chin so that you’re looking up at him. “Are you okay with Jin hyung feeling how tight your sweet pussy is baby?” He asks softly, a vast difference from how dirty his words are. You can only nod, your core throbbing at the thought. “Good girl. Hyung lay down.” Jin obeys quickly, laying down on the bed next to you as Hoseok moves behind you, whispering in your ear. “Go ahead and ride him, baby.” He punctuates his sentence with a quick kiss on your cheek, watching as you move towards Jin, grabbing the elder boy’s waistband, much like he did to you moments ago, before tugging the fabric down his legs, watching his cock finally spring free against his abdomen.
The sight of it has your mouth watering as Jin’s face and chest flush a bright pink color. You quickly move to straddle his waist, leaning down to press a sweet kiss against his lips before sitting back up and taking hold of his length and lining it up with your entrance. You look down at him one more time and he nods, watching you closely as you sink down onto him.
A moan escapes your lips as Jin slips inside you, guided by your wetness. You shut your eyes as you sink down farther, your face and body rapidly growing hot from the feeling of him inside you as Hoseok whispers words of encouragement from behind you, also enraptured by the sight of Jin’s cock disappearing deep inside you.
“Fuck~” You groan when he’s fully seated inside of you. He feels incredible, stretching your walls so deliciously. Jin isn’t fairing much better than you, his chest already heaving as his hands fall to your waist, squeezing it tightly to beg you to move.
You get the message and begin to move your hips, bouncing yourself up and down on his length, bracing your hands on his chest to help you move. He feels so good inside you, you think you might burst, your skin pricking with an electricity that has you panting already. After a few minutes of bliss, you feel Hoseok’s hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles against your skin before he pushes you forward into Jin’s chest, exposing your ass to him. You sit up enough to look over your shoulder to see Hoseok has his boxers off already as he scoots up to you between Jin’s legs, rubbing his own cock to slicken it for you.
“Couldn't let you two have all the fun.” Hoseok teases before you feel his tip at your puckered rim. “Deep breath baby, just relax for me. You know the drill.”
You nod, giving him the okay before resting your forehead against Jin’s, relaxing the lower half of your body as the younger boy pushes his hips forward. He goes slow, like he always does, but tonight, your ass seems more greedy than usual, taking his length in quickly, with little to no need for adjustment. You groan as he continues to push in, sometimes you forget how long Hoseok is until he does this, but god does it feel good, so good that you have to hold back your orgasm, not wanting to cum just yet. You force all your tension into your hand as it squeezes the sheets next to Jin’s head, and Jin rubs your side soothingly, until he starts moaning with you, able to feel Hoseok push against his own length through the barrier of your body.
Once Hoseok is as deep as he can get inside you, all three of you let out a heavy breath as his hips still for a moment.
“Damn you took me in so well tonight baby.” Hoseok praises, his fingers tracing along your spine. “You look so good with all your holes filled.”
“Hobi, p-please~” You whine. He places a hard smack against your ass before he starts to move his hips, slowly pulling out of you before quickly pushing in again, and under you Jin begins to do the same, fucking up into you as Hoseok pulls out and vice versa. They quickly pick up the pace, both boys gripping your hips, as you whimper between them.
God you’ve never felt so good, so full. With both of their cocks spreading you open relentlessly, it’s no surprise how quickly you’re brought up to the edge of release, especially with how close you were earlier. Just a few more well placed thrusts and then…
“Fuck~” You come undone, your entire body shaking from the pleasure that pulses through you. Your orgasm is quick as the boys continue to fuck you through it, your legs growing weak as it passes.
“Damn that was fast” Hoseok slows his pace to a near stop. “You came already?” You can only nod, burying your face in Jin’s neck. You hear Hoseok chuckle behind you. “You want another one, don’t you baby?”
“Yes~” You whimper against Jin.
“Hyung help me get her on her side.” Hoseok instructs.
Both boys maneuver you onto your side without slipping out of you, sandwiching you between their bodies as Hoseok grabs your right leg and holds it up for you. You wrap your arms around Jin’s neck as they both start up their pace again, their delicious breaths and moans now directly in your ear as they fill you over and over again, now both sliding into you at the same time.
It burns for only a minute before your core decides it feels good again, letting the pleasure back into your senses as your nails dig into Jin’s back. You pull your head out of the crook of his neck before pressing your mouth to his again, sliding your tongue past his lips to taste him for a moment before turning over your shoulder and doing the same to Hoseok, switching between both of them as one of them focuses more on kissing you, and the other focuses more on fucking you.
It isn’t long before Hoseok’s breathing get heavier against your lips, he always gets so worked up when you let him fuck your ass, it’s a miracle he hasn’t cum already. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours before squeezing your thigh where he’s holding it, signaling to you that he’s close and to focus on Jin.
You turn to the older boy, your tongues tangling as you squeeze around his length, earning a delightful groan from the back of his throat. His own breathing is ragged, signaling his own impending release in closer than you thought.
“Jinnie~” You whine, using the nickname you only pull out for special occasions. He only grunts in response, too far gone. “Jinnie cum for me, please.” You beg. “I want to feel you cum.”
“Fuck…” The hand that was helping Hoseok hold your thigh up suddenly slides down your body to your center and begins drawing quick, tight circles on your clit, just the way you like, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “You first.”
“J-Jin~ Hobi~!” You cry out as your second orgasm slams into you without warning, your entire body convulsing from the sheer bliss and gratification, panting as your high swirls around and through you.
Hoseok is next, you hear him groan behind you as he slams into you one last time, filling your ass with his hot release as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
With the feeling of your core contracting ruthlessly around him, Jin isn’t far behind, thrusting into your wet heat once, twice, three more times before the pleasure takes hold of him too, and you feel his cum spurting inside you as he moans softly, rutting against you to drag out the sensation.
The three of you lay there tangled together for a long time, reveling in the after-glow euphoria as your breathing returns to normal. Jin is the first one to speak.
“Holy shit… I had no idea it would be like that.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was…”
“Amazing.” Hoseok finishes for him.
“Really amazing.” Jin nods.
You hum your agreement, absolutely loving the feeling of being sandwiched between their spent bodies. “Can I ask what made you decide?” You turn to face Jin and Hoseok sits up on his elbow, curious to hear the elder boy’s answer.
“H-honestly?” Jin looks away sheepishly. “I kind of saw you earlier…”
“Saw me? What do you mean?”
“Before dinner? When you were, you know… in here… alone.”
You gasp with realization and smack his arm. “You perv!”
“It was an accident! I swear!”
“And you didn’t say anything?” You smack his arm again laughing.
“What am I missing?” Hoseok asks, clearly confused.
“Tell him, Jin.”
Jin sighs. “When you asked me to get Y/N for dinner, I knocked but she didn’t answer and the door was unlocked so I just… you know, peeked my head in. and she was, well…”
“Masturbating!” You squeal.
“I couldn’t see anything!” Jin admits. “Only your boob was out!”
“Was she using her vibrator?” Hoseok giggles, unphased by the situation when he sees that you are too. Jin nods. “Baby I told you not to use that when we have people over. Remember what happened last time? And now this time?”
“I really needed it!” You pout. “And I didn’t even get to finish.”
“Wait, what happened last time?” Jin asks.
“Nothing!” You deny.
“Joon got a bit more of a show than you did.” Hoseok explains.
“Hobi!”
Hoseok shrugs. “What? It’s true.”
“Yeah, but Joon didn’t get to fuck me after.” You point out. “Trust me if you guys used that thing you’d see why I use it so much.”
“Hm, maybe we can do that next time.”
“Next time?” Jin questions again.
“What, we still have a few more days before the boys come back.” You state, rubbing your hand along Jin’s chest. “Was once enough for you?”
Jin looks at you before looking over your shoulder at Hoseok for an answer.
“Don’t look at me.” Hoseok smiles. “She asked you.”
“Fuck, how do you resist her?” Jin smiles back at both of you.
Hoseok shakes his head, placing another smack against your ass. “I don’t.”
hiiiii can you do number 24 with jason todd? i loooove your writing so much!!
💕valentine's day drabble special💕
You walked into the Batcave, your heart drumming in your ears.
Dick had called you, telling you about Jason's return. That he was Red Hood. And somehow he was back. Alive again because of disruption to the time stream.
There was a faint thumping sound of a punching bag being hit repeatedly and that's when you saw him. Your Jason. Except... he was huge.
Taller, bigger, covered in scars as he rocked the punches, wearing just shorts. Not even bothering with gloves. Even his were different. Green and glowing.
"Jay?" You said, your voice wavering, unsure of what to expect.
Jason stopped, his chest rising and falling with every hard breath as he turned to look at you. His scowling face morphed into suprise.
"Dick called me and I-" You explained quickly, dropping your things as you rushed towards him.
The breath was knocked out of him as you tackled him for a hug. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you. You didn't mind or care that he was sweaty from the workout. All that mattered was that he was back.
"I thought I-" You cupped his face, your feet just about dangling as he held you up.
"I'm here." He said softly.
"Your eyes are different." You take in every single detail about him but god, he's still the same boy you fell in love with at 15.
"A lot of me is different." Jason laughed, looking at you. You looked older, much like him, you'd grown too. But the way you were staring at him, wasn't any different from the first time he met you.
Your thumbs ran soft circles at his cheeks. He swallowed, leaning down and kissing you. You reciprocated immediately but his lips moved clumsily, as if trying to remember a memory from far too long. You giggled against his mouth and he pulled back with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry-" He chuckled a little. "I'm out of practice."
"Yeah, I could tell." You teased back, earning a dramatic eye roll from him.
"Smartass-" He grumbled, hoisting you up easily. His hands held your hips, holding you against him. He gave a soft squeeze to them, "Great ass, too-"
"Jason!" You laugh, swatting at his chest lightly.
"What?" He said innocently, taking sure and measured steps across the cave until he was sure he was out of the security camera's line of sight.
"What are you-" You swallowed as he pressed you against a wall behind the armoury.
"Trying to practice some more to get it right." He whispered and leaned in for another kiss, but this time he was more sure of himself.
Warnings: Omegaverse, Keir (ew), I don't think there's anything else
💜💙❤️ bat boys + 💖 fluff + 🔥 omegaverse
Notes: iiii did not know how to end this 😂 so we diss Keir! Woo! I'm a serious author. I promise. I hope you like this one, I had so much fun writing it!! ☺️
18+ only pls
💜🤍💙🤍❤️
Blanket after blanket, pillow after pillow, fur after fur. All of them were arranged carefully on the massive bed you and your alphas shared, exactly as the omega in you was calling for.
You'd even pulled a few of your alphas' clothes from the hamper - the sweater Rhys had worn last night, Azriel's soft cotton shirt, and the shorts Cassian had worn this morning before leaving the house.
It was perfect, except...
You left the bedroom, heading off in search of Azriel.
It didn't take you long, only a few minutes to spot him. He was in the library, sitting in his favorite chair with piles of reports next to him and on his lap, a quill in hand.
Hazel eyes looked from parchment to you, nose scenting your impending heat with his next breath. Az sent his work away with his shadows, standing from his chair without wasting a moment.
"Do we need to locate the others, omega?" He asked as he wound his arms around you, eliciting a purr from your chest.
"Mhm, Cass was... shopping?" You couldn't quite remember where he'd said he was going, but you were sure that Az could find him. He could find anyone. "And Rhysie went to the Hewn City... So..." you trailed off, unsure if you'd be allowed to go with him to fetch Rhys, but your heart ached at even the idea of being away from him for a second.
"We'll find Cass first, then we'll go save Rhys from Keir's bellyaching."
Your purr only intensified at the promise you would be going with him, and you relaxed into his hold as he shadow-walked the two of you to into the city, starting in the Palace of Hoof and Leaf.
Cassian was halfway into the Palace, his arms filled with bags of vegetables, fruits, baked goods and meat, and currently standing in front of an herb master.
"Yes, I'd like a small satchel of-" Cassian's words were interrupted as he was shadow-walked to the Town House. "Basil," he sighed, looking slightly upset before scenting you. "Oh."
"Put everything away, quickly please. We still need to get Rhys," Azriel instructed him, a scarred hand now carding through your hair, nails scratching your scalp occasionally.
"Why can't you help me?" Cass complained. He looked to Azriel who had a brow quirked, noticing that you hadn't moved an inch from where you'd been standing, and if anything, you'd tightened your grip on him. "Damn, why'd I have to get groceries today," he grumbled playfully, picking up his pace for your sake.
In another minute, everything was put away, Cassian back at your side. His chest held you against Azriel as his arms wrapped around Az's torso, shadows carrying the three of you much farther, all the way to Rhys's meeting room in the Hewn City.
"What is the meaning of this?" A nasally voice asked, one that you hated. The acrid scent of evil alpha wafted from him, setting your nose on fire.
"Azriel?" Your body relaxed again just at the midnight voice of your third alpha, a trill slipping from your lips. You peered from between your alphas to look at him, see those pretty starry eyes that you loved so much, but your view was blocked by Keir.
You growled softly at the male, matching rumbles coming from the chests on either side of you.
Rhys was up and in front of you in an instant, violet eyes lit with concern until he scented you, concern giving way to arousal as he noticed the fire burning in your eyes.
He winnowed the four of you without a word to Keir, all of you landing in front of your nest.
You pushed each of them into your nest, each of them careful in not disturbing the edges - not yet, at least.
Finally, your nest was perfect. All you'd needed was your alphas.
You dove in, crawling to rest on top of Rhys. "It took way to long to get you," you complained. "And Keir smells bad."
Deep chuckles rumbled around you, each of your alphas humming their agreement.
