May I please have a fem!reader x Rex, with maybe pegging? Or Male!reader with botto Rex, I kinda just feel like if put on his place (like on the first enconter with BulletProof) he would a tiny bit of a sub. If you don't feel comfortable, that's totally understable, love ypur work, really captures his character. <3
Rex Splode X FTM!reader hcs
I’m not gonna lie, I know exactly nothing about pegging bc I’m uneducated
but for you, anon, I’m willing to try
also making the executive decision that since you don’t care if it’s a male or female reader that we’re doing ftm reader bc that’s what I am and-
Suggestive content below the cut!! Sorry I lied this is straight up por-
READER HAS PLOT CONVENIENT TELEPORTATION POWERS
Rex is cocky
ohhhh my god he is COCKY and arrogant
Theres very little he loves more than impaling you on his cock, like he’s obsessed with it and the way you feel writhing beneath him
But sometimes
just sometimes
the way he acts makes you want him under you instead.
youve talked about an interest in it before, saying he could still dom and that it wasn’t gay or anything
he hits you with the “Y/n I am gay, well I mean I’m bi but you know what I mean!”
hes perfectly willing
even excited
so you go to the store and pick out all the stuff, he insists on getting a strap the same size as him
youre not sure this is even safe to sell let alone shove up inside him
but you buy it and take it home regardless
now It’s just a matter of when
I’m ignoring genuine safety protocols for anal sex but PLEASE RESEARCH BEFORE DOING THIS IRL you will bleed and have to go to the ER if you don’t dilate yourself in advance or ease yourself in but for the sake of tumblr porn we’re gonna skip it:
You’re training with him and he’s being his arrogant self, throwing everything he has at you with his quips and remarks
at one point he’s got you pinned and you struggle to get out from under him
”Ha! Looks like I got you” he smirks that evil fuckboy smirk you’re not even sure he knows he does
and man it kinda pisses you off
and maybe turns you on
”I mean one of the most impressive Guardians and you’re stuck under me! Cmon you can do better than thaaaat” he’s teasing you, he’s mocking you for being under him
he never minded before
Hes got your hands above your head, and is using his free hand to trace up your side
”Rex….” You narrow your eyes are him
”Come on, pretty boy! I wanna hear you say that Rex Splode has you beat!” He cups an ear to listen
Oooo he’s a brat
You wrap your legs around him, throwing him to the side like a ragdoll and landing yourself on top of him.
straddling, he loves this position
he smiles at you from his stick position on the floor, and the air shifts
hes not even trying to get you to move, instead his hands grip your hips to steady you, his own hips rotating and grinding against you
You cock a brow down at him, unimpressed by his switch up
You can feel him under you, swelling against your thigh
”What’s wrong, Rex, cat got your tongue?”
he motions to pull you to his lips, but you have different plans.
before he can blink, his back hits your mattress, and you bounce on top of him with the inertia
Rex likes where this is going, and moves to grope you
“Nuh uh.” You grip his wrist and pin it to the bed
”You’ve been-“ ugh you’re pent up, a deep aching in your core “You’ve been such a fucking jerk all day- teasing me-“ you unbuckle his belt “fucking- making fun of me-“ you look to his eyes for permission
theyre wide like a deer, and he gives you a nod before you pull his pants off
Youre Electric and hot to the touch, and he thinks you’re going to mount him again
“fuck, y/n-“ he groans, that masculine, tough guy moan you know he loves doing, and that normally you’d love to hear
not today
You flip him onto his stomach
”I’m so tired of you and you’re fucking-“ you let out a frustrated and sharp exhale, fumbling for the strap
”And you’re such a fucking dick-“ he understands what’s going on as he hears you putting on and affixing the harness onto yourself
A part of him wants to be macho and top you, to dom you make you his
But as he’s thinking, you put a hand on his ass to steady him, the other pushing the middle of his back down into a low arch
”Stay there for me, babe.”
and so he does
i mean fuck, your voice is so gravelly he can’t even think to argue
he’s shaking with anticipation, his own cock so hard it hurts
You’ve got him lined up with the tip of your toy, exactly as long and thick as his
hes starting to think that was a bad idea
you squirt a handful of lube into you hand, and run it up and down the toy, and some into him
it’s a feelings unlike anything he’s ever felt before
and he’s a little breathless about it
”F-fuck-“ he spits out under his breath, gripping the sheets “would you just fuck me already?”
you look down at him and narrow your eyes, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a handprint
”Rex I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” Your voice is harsh, but then you lean over him, reaching around and giving his erection a good few tugs, your mouth next to his ear
”Be good for me, okay? I promise I’ll treat you right.”
His heart flutters at that, and he nods, grumbling something nondescript and arching his back as much as he can, his head buried in a pillow
You move your other hand to his other hip, steadying yourself at his entrance
and you slowly, tortuously, sliiiide into him.
It’s almost too much, you’re splitting him open from the inside
the whine he lets out is erotic and drawn out
he can’t help but moan and whine as you sliiiide out of him
you Get a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back a little “Are you gonna be good and take this for me?”
He bites back the urge to say something cocky and brash, biting his lip and nodding
And so you release him, moving to thrust yourself into him over and over
at an agonizingly medium pace
he’s feverish, needing more of you, and you’re enjoying watching him write under you
he’s right it is a good sight
But fuck he needs you
“Y/n- faster- fuck-!” He buries his head back into the pillow, muffling his drawn out moans
”What, faster, Rex?” You ask, frustration and lust lacing your question
he’s embarrassed, but you stop moving completely and he relents
“God- your cock! Fuck me with that thing please I fucking need it-!” He lets out a cry as you jam yourself back into him, moving to push and pull his ass back onto you at an alarming rate
hes not the only one with good stats, and you jackhammer his virgin ass
he lets out a long string of obscenities as his cock twitches at the stimulation, he needs you, BAD
and you just keeeeep hitting that spot that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head
hes so addicted to your cock that all he can do is moan vaguely, a long series of groans and whines
You can feel him getting close, a familiar tensing in his abdomen
This is your cue to slow down, your nails digging into his hips as you stop him from pushing his ass onto your toy without you wanting him to
You’ll fuck him at your own pace, his twitching cock and drooly, fucked-silly face be damned
”no the fuck you arent.” You push his ass back, your toy coming out of him with a wet pop
he whines and writhes, his hands desperately pawing at the sheets “Ohhhhh fuck me- Y/n you can’t do this do me I need it- I need you.”
hes so pathetic like this, begging for your cock like it’s keeping him alive
and fuck to him it might as well be
he begs and pleads and arches some more and he’s juuuust so hot how can you ignore him?
”Say I’m stronger than you.” Your frustrated voice states finally
”W-what?!” He’s resistant, it would be a blow to his ego and he can’t do it.
except when you quickly thrust in and out of him, just enough to hit his prostate and then deprive him of it, he reconsiders
”Fuck! y/n you’re stronger than me- you’re so much stronger and hotter and you fuck me so-ho-hoooooo good…” he’s saying anything to get you to fuck him
and how can you deny him when he’s been so good for you?
”Mmokay!” You grit out, steeling yourself and him, fucking him as fast and deep as you can, you swear he’s praying the way he pleads you to never stop
”never- oh fuck- never stop- ooohhhhh Y/n I need you, you’re so fucking deep- inside me- agh-!!” His cock is bouncing with every thrust, and you can’t help but reach around and grab it, jerking him off as you piston into him
he cant handle the pleasure, thick ropes of cum spurting from his member, drenching your sheets and dribbling down your hand
you Don’t stood, continuing to fuck him into the sheets until he’s screaming and begging you to go easy on him. He’s basically crying at this point, but you fuck him down from his orgasm, gradually slowing down and easing your way out of him.
You toss aside the strap, flipping him back over and straddling him
you e got him by the back of the head, a fistful of hair forcing him to meet your gaze
”You’re such a good boy, taking me so nicely.”
now that hes in that post nut clarity, he’s just embarrassed enough to challenge you
“Yeah well you’re good at it! And I’m good at this-“ he grabs your waist and flips you onto your back, slowly descending between your legs
NOTE: Minors Do Not Engage (please save your innocence). There is swearing and explicit sexual content. Takes place during the timeskip.
~~degragation, teasing, risk of getting caught (so slight exhibitionism), fingering, competitive themes, both parties are cute brats, switch themes, but mainly dom Kuroo, oral pleasuring for both parties, female pronouns and parts referenced~~
PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader
This is my submission for the sexy winter collab, and is my first ever smut here so enjoy ;)
WORD COUNT: 17832 (I got a lil carried away)
Kuroo runs up the rickety stairs, careful not to spill any water from the glass he's carrying. He is about to dart into the bedroom when Martha spots him, just having exited her bedroom.
Fuck.
Despite him being able to charm most people easily, Kuroo is still wary of his future mother in law, feeling the need to always be perfect around her, especially since he is to spent the Christmas holidays at his girlfriend's childhood home. Being around the older woman just makes him nervous.
"Ah, Kuroo, how are you?" She beams brightly. But there is something suspicious behind her eyes.
"I'm alright. Just taking this water to (Y/N). She's not feeling too hot."
"Yeah, that is too bad. But hopefully, she'll be better by tomorrow. I want you and her to come with me to the annual Farmer Festival."
Kuroo inwardly winces, "oh. I dunno. She seems pretty out of it. I think I may have to stay with her if she still isn't well." And he doesn't want to be alone with his fiancée's mother all day.
"You really don't want to miss this, Kuroo. (Y/N)'s old elementary school teacher sells the best lemon squares in town. She also has an array of embarrassing (Y/N) stories she would happily spill."
Hmmmm. Now, that's actually tempting. Having a load of embarrassing stories and delicious desserts doesn't sound bad at all.
"I could probably go." He gives in.
Martha claps happily. "Great. Oh, thank you. You won't regret this." She continues to make her way down the stairs, but as Kuroo's hand is on the doorknob she turns back. "One more thing."
He raises his eyebrows, "yes?"
"The walls are thin."
Then she continues down. Kuroo blinks, what did she mean by- ohhhh. Right. Okay.
He opens the door and sees (Y/N) on her phone in bed. Earphones are firmly placed in her ears. She smiles weakly when she sees him, taking the earphones out.
"Baby," she squeals. "You're here."
"I am. And I brought you water. How's the headache?" He sits by her feet on the bed, placing the beading glass in her hands.
"How'd you know I have one? I tried to hide it," she murmurs after gulping down most of the glass.
"You can't hide from me. Besides, I know a myfamilyisdrivingmecrazy headache when I see one. I've experienced my fair share of those," he chuckles.
"I can imagine." She grins, "but what took you so long? You left me a while ago."
"Well," Kuroo sighs. "I thought I was home free when your mom caught me in the hallway."
(Y/N) winces, her mother has the habit of being quite backhandly polite, planning out everyone's moves and always calculating. She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Oh no. What did she want?"
Chuckling, he responds: "looks like we're going to the Farmer's Festival tomorrow morning."
She groans. "Are you kidding me?"
"Nope. I've heard a teacher of yours is selling lemon squares. And you know how much I love geometric citrus desserts," he teases, deliberately leaving out all the embarrassing stories bit.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I know the last thing you want to do is spend hours in the hot sun with my mom bargaining for avocados."
"Aw, c'mon, (Y/N). It's all good. You'll be there too, so it won't be too bad." Kuroo pokes her nose. She giggles. "Oh, and also your mom told me that the walls are thin."
"Oh my god." She covers her face in total embarrassment. "She did not."
"She absolutely did," he laughs. "So, I know you wanted to have loads of hot, raunchy sex in your childhood bedroom but I think we may need to hold off."
"That's asking for the impossible." His fiancée pouts.
Kuroo raises an eyebrow, "wait…babe, I was just kidding. But if you really want to, I guess I could gag you-"
"Me? And what about you?" She crosses her arms defensively.
"What about me?" he smirks, "I can keep quiet. You're the one who goes crazy."
"I do not!" (Y/N) pushes Kuroo playfully.
"Oh yeah?" He crawls over her, trapping her between his arms. He lowers himself on to her a little, ghosting his lips over her neck. "There's a reason the mailman knows my name, (Y/N). And I'm not even talking about the one on our street."
Her cheeks heat up, and if she hadn't been so horny, she'd be embarrassed as all hell. But she'll leave that for later.
She wraps her arms around his back and pulls him closer. They peck each other. Then another one. Then another one. Then another.
Then (Y/N) gets bold and holds him closer, sucking on his bottom lip. Kuroo opens his mouth and their tongues meet in a hot, sloppy embrace. She tugs on his hair slightly and he whimpers.
She smirks against his lips before muttering: "challenge."
"I'm sorry?" Kuroo pulls away a little, still tantalizingly close.
"It's a challenge to see who can stay quiet then."
"Ohhh," he chuckles. "You sure you're ready to lose, honey?"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over me winning." She teases.
Her cocky fiancé snorts, "you are so on, (Y/N). So who goes first, me or you?"
"Me!" She says a little too eagerly.
Kuroo laughs. "Yeah. Sounds about right." He immediately gets started on hiking up her skirt.
"Prepare to eat your words." (Y/N) says, rather breathy.
"After I make you squeal as per usual, right?" He whips off her underwear. And dangles it over her face. "You can stuff these in your mouth, just as a precaution."
"Har, fucking har, Kuroo. You're such a- ohhh," she breaks off into a moan as he painstakingly slow swipes his tongue along her slit. "That's not- n-n- uhhhhhh. God. Not fair. Ohhh."
He pulls away, smirking as he gently runs his hands down her thighs. "That's quite a moan you let out there, baby."
"N-no. Just..fuck, shut up." She stutters out as Kuroo goes back to work. He dips his tongue in and out her warmth, enjoying every lap of her musky juices that he can. He's kinda enjoying this a little too much. He adds two fingers at once, watching them disappear inside her tight, slippery walls and come out completely soaked. He chuckles wickedly, which only makes (Y/N) more aroused.
She squirms furiously, covering her face with a pillow to muffle her noises, feeling Kuroo pump inside of her. "More."
The pillow is ripped off her face, he is above her. His long fingers still inside her, unmoving. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you."
She looks away, but still trying to grind herself against his hand. Kuroo holds down her hips with his free hand. "Tell me what you said. Louder."
"Nice tr- ah!" (Y/N) breaks off into a long moan as Kuroo curls his fingers inside. "You're an asshole."
He chuckles. "And you love it." He pumps his fingers in and out faster, soon adding a third. He dips his head down and kisses her neck, wringing a particularly desperate whine out of her. He pulls his fingers out and immediately starts rubbing her clit. She yelps out in surprise and mad arousal. "Do you like this, huh? Tell me how much you like this? Tell everyone in this fucking building how much you like me touching you like this."
(Y/N) is almost about to explode. "Swap!" She hisses out, biting down on Kuroo's neck. Her family might see the bruise tomorrow. But she'll deal with that then.
"What did you fucking say, you horny bitch?" he growls, knowing this kind of degradation only sets her on fire more.
"Swap. Please." Her voice is in a hoarse whisper. Kuroo does hear her, but he doesn't immediately stop. He goes on for a good while before halting his devious actions.
He watches her while she takes a breath. Then she sits up, all wobbly. "Alright." She huffs. "Your turn."
(Y/N) clambers over to Kuroo and rips off his belt and jeans. She's working rather quickly. Soon his pants and boxers go flying; he's up and at attention.
She lightly runs her fingers down his dick, he hisses in pleasure and closes his eyes. She rubs the precum all over the tips of her fingers and continues to run up and down him. Seeing that he's gotten used to it, she tightens her grip around his hard member.
"Mmmmm," is all he says. She'll have to up her game. She slowly goes up and down. And up. And down. In a slow and steady rhythm. Kuroo obviously becomes desperate because he bucks his hips up frantically to speed it up.
With every buck upwards, a very deliberate lick is aimed at his tip. He lets out these little cute moans, but nothing too damning.
Until, his phone rings. "Oh fuck!" He exclaims, reaching into his pants pocket and fishing out his phone. He checks the ID. His eyes widen. "It's my mom."
(Y/N) almost laughs despicably. Perfect. She nods for him to answer, her hand still around his shaft. Kuroo narrows his eyes at his fiancée almost threateningly as he presses accept.
"H-hey, Mom." His voice is so high pitched. He already seems suspicious. (Y/N) still waits. "Yeah, I'm fine. (Y/N)? Uhh, she's fine too." She winks at him, he rolls his eyes. "Yeah. I'm coping okay. I mean, c'mon. You know parents love me. I'm- oh fuuuuckkk," he whispers out as (Y/N) wraps her mouth around his dick and sucks. "Uh.. nothing. Nothing! I just…I stubbed my toe, is all." She hollows her cheeks more. Kuroo is practically pulling his hair out at this point. "Stop, stop!" He snaps at her, under his breath. That only encourages her to take in more of him. "Ahhh..w-what? (Y/N)? She's…uh, she's n-not here." She bobs her head faster and can hear his's breath hitch. "She's in the shower…God. Why do I sound weird? Well…uhhhh. I'm a little sleep deprived….okay, I promise I will. Bye, Mom."
Kuroo quickly hangs up and groans. "You evil bitch. You're so crazy. I love you."
With a loud pop, she separates, "I love you too."
"Good," he grabs her chin, smiling. "Now, get on your knees."
(Y/N) doesn't even put up a fight. She gets on all fours. Kuroo stays behind her and aims a good slap to her ass.
She yelps and subconsciously leans closer against him, her body asking for more. "You said no noise."
"I'm sure we're allowed the one," Kuroo says all cocky. "Now, hold onto the headboard."
She does so, he positions himself right against her. Their juices already mixing. He rubs his tip against her, driving them both wild.
"Kuroo," she moans, pleading.
"I'll go slow to let you adjust, okay?" He kisses her neck. She nods enthusiastically. "Okay, one, two- unh."
He lies, he shoves himself in front of her fully. (Y/N) stifles a moan, whipping back to him. "The fuck? You said you'd go slow."
A sexy, mischievous smile graces his features. "Oh, did I? Oopsies."
He grabs her hair, gently but slightly roughly yanking her head back as he pounds into her. She wants to moan. So badly. But she can't. The feeling of being filled and emptied is too euphoric.
"T-take it easy," she begs.
Kuroo's other hand snakes away from her hips to her neck and lightly squeezes. A moan seeps from her lips. "You think I'm gonna take it easy on you? This is a fucking competition. There is no playing nice."
"Oh, Kuroooo. Uhhhh.."
"Say my name again."
"K-Kuroo. Please..more." she whimpers.
"Oh, fuck," he grunts. Then suddenly, he stills.
(Y/N) notices this and glances at him, "wha-?"
"Shh," his eyes dart to the door, but he doesn't move. The young woman's heart drops to her stomach, which is no longer burning with desire. Being caught in such a compromising position would be the end for her. After a while, he relaxes.
"Kuroo? What was that?"
He shakes his head and turns back to her, "fuck, I dunno. I thought I heard something. Like someone walking around."
(Y/N) rolls her eyes, all this for a false alarm. "Wow." She squeezes down on him.
His knees buckle, "ohh. Sorry, I just didn't want to be yelled at."
"Yelled at? Dude, we're adults."
"So? I still don't want to be yelled at by your parents. I don't want this to be their impression of me."
"Balls deep in their daughter?" She chuckles.
He laughs, "yeah- uhhh." Another squeeze.
"You gotta admit the danger of being caught is kinda hot," (Y/N) grinds against his dick.
Kuroo growls in agreement and resumes pounding into her. Pulling her hair, choking her and digging his nails into her hips.
"You're gonna scream for me, (Y/N)," he rasps out. His movements are becoming sloppy, the closer he comes to coming.
"I'm not!" She pants out. Their wet bodies are slapping together, soaked in sweat.
"Oh, yes you are. You don't have a choice. You're gonna scream for me. Or else, I'm not gonna let you come."
"What? Fuck!" A particularly hard thrust jostles her a bit, slamming the headboard thumping loud against the wall. "No. You can't do that."
He chuckles. "Uh, yes I can. It's my dick."
"No. I'm not screaming."
"We'll see." He reaches his arm to the front and expertly starts rubbing her clit. She whines and wriggles against him. Moans clawing at her throat.
"Ohhh, (Y/N)," he whispers into her ear. "You look so sexy right now. But God, you'd look so much sexier moaning. Shaking the walls. Letting people know who's pleasing you like this. You'd feel so much better."
"Shut…uhh, up."
"Oh, fuck. You're close." He feels her walls tighten around him.
"No." She wheezes out her lie.
"Fucking liar," he hums against the hot skin of her neck. "I can feel you about to come." And abruptly he pulls out and leans back. "I guess I should stop then, huh."
(Y/N) huffs and faces him. She's not happy.
"Aw," Kuroo's lips loop into a grin. "Why do you look so upset, baby?"
"Why did you think?" She snaps.
"Is it because I didn't let you come?" He cooes, "looks like you should've given me what I wanted."
"Look, I don't need you. I can make myself come." she narrows her eyes, triumphantly.
"Uh, sure," he half laughs. "You could do that..instead of me doing it, reaching in all the right places and giving you the physical closeness that you love so much. Instead of me choking you and nibbling on your ear and rubbing your clit. Until you come so fucking hard on my dick you forget your own name."
(Y/N) isn't so triumphant any more. "I-"
"So. Yeah, I guess you could get yourself off but would you really want to?"
"Ugh, Ku-"
"No. Of course not," he ignores her. He crawls over her, making sure he's rubbing dangerously close against her. "So let's end this cute back and forth, shall we? And you can do what I want so I can fuck you the way you want- no, the way you need." She whimpers. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"Okay, fine." She pouts, "I'll do it."
"Yeah, you will." He plunges into her and wastes no time slamming against her repeatedly. "Yes, baby. Oh, fuck. Just like that. Uhhhhh. Beg for it."
"Kuroo, please, please fuck me harder."
"Louder, (Y/N)." He demands, "fucking louder."
"Uhhhh! Kuroo! More. More. Ahhhh."
"Yes," he rasps out. "Uhh, scream my name and what you want me to do to you."
She obliges, way more energetically than they both expected.
They approach the climax together, releasing at the same time and slumping against each other. Their breathing is sloppy and their bodies are sticky but they don't care.
"Thank you, baby." Kuroo pants, "you might get in trouble for this. But thank you for indulging me."
"You didn't give me much of a choice," she jokes.
"I'm sorry." He kisses her. Then he edges a little away. "I still fucking beat your ass though. I win. And I deserve an award."
"Ugh, fine. I'll buy you lemon squares tomorrow. If my mom doesn't disown me."
"And sex in the kitchen? When we get back home?"
"Keep dreaming, buddy." (Y/N) says deadpan.
"One day," Kuroo mutters menacingly. Before his partner can work her sleepy brain enough to speak some more, his phone rings again. "Jesus, is it call Kuroo day today?"
"Seems so." (Y/N) closes her eyes with a sleepy mumble.
"Oh, fuck." He snaps.
"What?" Her eyes snap to him.
"It's your mom."
(Y/N) frowns, suddenly feeling very worried. "Why is she calling you?"
"I don't know. She probably heard us…well, heard you. Wait," he answers the phone on speaker before (Y/N) could smack him. He flashes her a goofy smile. "Martha, hey. How- how are you?"
"I'm alright." She sounds chirpy considering all she heard leave her daughter's room. "(Y/N)'s father and I have gone to pick up her sister from the airport. We'll be back before Tom gets back from his baseball practice. Just keep looking after (Y/N), okay?"
"Uh, will do." Kuroo flashes a relieved wink at his fiancée.
"Thank you. We'll see you in about half an hour. Bye."
"Bye." he hangs up and breaks into laughter, "dude, we could've been so screwed."
She runs her hands through her hair, "I know. Lord, that was too close. I guess those footsteps you heard were my parents leaving."
"Yeah- whoa! Watch where you're touching, I'm still sensitive," he shifts off of her.
"Sorry. Sorry." She pauses, "actually not sorry, you absolute cheat. You cheated, you don't deserve sympathy."
"Wow. Fucking harsh." Kuroo rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, "do I get kisses at least?"
(Y/N) smiles at him sweetly. "All the kisses. But you owe me a rematch."
Kuroo smirks cockily. "You got it, baby."
<3
A big thanks goes to @nyaaaaanma and @blueparadis for making this whole collab and allowing me to be a part of this.
summary: society is finally back to somewhat normalcy after covid, and svt finally gets the opportunity to embark on a world tour. woozi has been away from you for about two months now, and he misses you extra, so he facetimes you after a concert while in a fat, juicy m o o d™️
requested by: @amymoonl
a/n: #5 on my prompt list ♡
korean key:
⦿ annyeonghaseyo (안녕하세요) = most common and formal hello; pronounced “on-yawng-ha-seh-yo”
⦿ nado (나도) = me too; pronounced “nah-doh”
⦿ jagiya (자기야) = baby; pronounced “jog-ee-yah”
⦿ anyo (아뇨) = colloquial no; pronounced “on-yo”
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Saturday afternoon. You’ve checked off all of the things on your to-do list so far: morning skincare, grocery store, laundry (darks and reds), workout, lunch with a close coworker, post office errand, and even a phone call with one of your parents all the way on the west coast of the US, the country your partner Jihoon is currently touring with Seventeen.
It’s been a long two-ish years since COVID first hit, and SVT being able to finally set out on tour was the biggest blessing, not only for the boys but carats as well.
You’re parked on the couch, newly available after a brief check-in with your family. Your phone is literally still in your hand when it abruptly launches an app: “Jihoon ❤️ wants to FaceTime with you...”
Your eyes bug almost out of their sockets, and your jaw nearly cracks off your skull at the sight. Baby boy hasn’t videocalled you in any way in almost a month now because their tour dates were so heavily stacked, and his texts had been alluding to all-around fatigue for everybody after not touring for so long.
But shit! He’s calling you!!!!
You waste no time jamming your thumb against the green circle, the screen loading a dimly-lit image of a topless, black-haired Jihoon propped up with pillows.
“Baby!” you yelp with excitement, extending your arm to capture yourself at a more flattering angle.
“Y/N!” Jihoon yelps back, matching your level of giddiness. He beams a toothy, ear to ear grin and stares at his screen intently, taking in your beauty.
“I miss youuu,” you say with an adorable pout as he turns on a bedside lamp.
“Nado, jagiya,” Jihoon frowns in response, pursing his pink-stained lips. “I still have energy tonight though, so here I am.”
It dawns on you that there’s a major time difference between you two. You glance at your watch, which reads just after 3 PM Korea-time, so that means it’s past 1 AM in Chicago, where SVT had just finished performing a concert.
“Oh, wow... Shouldn’t you be sleeping, babe?” you ask.
Jihoon glances around for a moment, his expression looking a little hesistant. “Honestly... I’m really horny right now.”
Well split me open and butter me up... you think.
You take in a big breath, scrambling to process your man’s words. “Ah, I see...” You pause for a second to watch him shift more upright against his pillows. “I can be persuaded.”
Jihoon dramatically brings his phone up to his face with raised eyebrows. “I will persuade you, Y/N.”
At that, you feel a lone throb within your clit. You’d be a fool not to indulge him, especially since you haven’t flicked the bean in a solid week because of work.
You sigh, preparing yourself. “I’m waiting,” you reply softly.
Wordlessly, Jihoon aims his camera away from his glowing face and downward to encompass his entire lower half. You can just barely see bedsheets crumpled up against his thighs, but it’s his long, rock-hard boner lying against his stomach that catches your hungry eyes.
“Oh, Jihoon...” you murmur, not a single thought in your mind. You feel a small glob of arousal trickle out of you, so you shift around nervously. “Where are the boys?”
“Some of them are drinking somewhere, and others went to sleep in different rooms. I told them the concert gave me a headache,” he responds after bringing the camera back to his face.
Proud of his craftiness, you nod with a tiny smirk forming. “Smart man.”
“Now, about my problem...” he raises a brow and peers into the camera expectantly.
“Say no more, babe.”
You reach forward to prop your phone against an empty mug on the coffee table before you, making sure all of you shows on screen. Scooting to the edge of the couch, you tug off your t-shirt and haphazardly tie your hair in a knot. You’re left in a cotton sports bra and yoga pants.
“More,” Jihoon whispers roughly, pulling back his phone to show himself leisurely stroking his smooth, pink shaft. You want to see his balls too, but you know you have to give more in order to get more.
You remove your pants, revealing a rather sexy, red G-string. You hear Jihoon whimper in the background while he grips his dick and slowly pumps it horizontally, the tugging motions finally giving you your peek at his beautiful full package.
“You’re so sexy, Jihoon,” you say in a velvety voice before turning around and kneeing the couch to give him a sinful view of your equally sinful ass, the little red string peeking out at the small of your back.
“Anyo, jagi,” he replies, his voice scarily firm. “Not like you.”
Jihoon flips his camera from selfie mode to alleviate his tired arm, and your view is now a delightful close-up of his languid, horizontal pumping. Now you can make out the precum beginning to ooze at his swollen tip.
Still facing away from your own camera, you tug off your sports bra and chuck it carelessly behind the couch. Once you turn around and sit at the couch’s edge again, Jihoon emits a loud mmm. While you fondle your supple breasts for him, he angles his erection vertically, causing your clit to develop its own heartbeat.
“More, jagi, please,” he begs in a quiet voice, gripping his shaft tighter as he continues pumping, occasionally twisting his wrist for extra sensation.
“Okay, baby,” you nod.
You lift your ass quickly to discard the G-string and then lay your shoulders back against the couch with your gorgeous pussy closer to the camera. You spread your knees as far as possible before digging your heels into the couch cushions beside you. This is a view he would absolutely drop anything for.
Jihoon sighs aloud, stopping at the base to demonstrate the now prominent veins of his shaft. “Look what you do to me,” he murmurs lowly before he resumes pumping, this time at a faster pace.
“Ji, look at how wet I am,” you counter, rubbing the pad of your middle finger against your soaked entrance and carefully pulling it away to show your arousal sticking to your finger in a tantalizing, glistening line.
“Fuck,” you hear him whisper.
You press two fingertips to your enflamed clit and trace light circles, cupping a breast with your free hand and rolling your neck backward.
“I want you so bad, Y/N,” he moans, breathing a little bit louder. You bring your eyes back to the screen to see his precum running all the way down his angry shaft and even touching his thumb.
You smirk at the sight of how far gone your man is. Picking up the pace on your clit, you take your free hand and slid two fingers inside, thrusting straight in and out at a more casual pace.
Jihoon utters an impatient mmm. “Baby, say something... I miss your voice.”
“I miss your voice calling me a bad girl when I used to masturbate before you came home,” you reply, fucking yourself faster and matching the speed of your clit rubbing.
“Uggghhh...” he groans, slowing his pumping but squeezing the tip hard each time. His precum was still flowing out of him like tears.
“I miss your dick hitting my cervix every fucking time,” you murmured, your voice strained. Feeling yourself free-falling into your pleasure, you curl your fingers inside to press your G-spot, and you involuntarily roll your eyes back.
“UHh,” Jihoon whines at the sight of your blissful expression, and you can tell from this sound that he’s close. You know his noises well enough by now.
“Go faster for me, Ji,” you plead, opening your eyes again and focusing on his deliciously red erection in his small hand.
“I’m so close,” he whispers, fulfilling your request. At this point, his insane amount of precum had started running down to his wrist, and this mouthwatering image shoved you over the edge.
Pressing deeper into your hard clit and fucking yourself so fast that your wrist was aching, you feel yourself uncontrollably clenching on your drenched fingers.
“Yes, jagi—oh my God,” Jihoon groans, finally spurting thick ropes of cum into the air and against his hand. “Ohhhh shiiiit.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. Jihoon’s trembling orgasm snaps you into your own. You pull your fingers out for him to see your pulsating hole as you shriek in a broken sound of unbridled euphoria, still furiously massaging your clit through the orgasm.
“So hot, Y/N. I wish I could lick you dry,” he declares while tenderly stimulating his frenulum with an index finger.
At last, it’s done. You retract your hand and remain spread open, allowing Jihoon to watch the last vibrations of your shiny hole as well as the considerable amount of fluid draining out of you and between your cheeks.
He switches to lightly groping his balls, angling his camera upward for you to better see. “I can’t wait to cum in you when I get home.”
You sigh, wiped out from the experience. “Ji, I just wanna cuddle you more than anything right now.”
Jihoon flips his camera back to selfie mode, revealing a light sheen of sweat across his forehead and temples. “That too, jagi. I’ll hold you as long as you need when we come back.”
@dymphnasprose is a terror. a plague upon my sanity and my happiness.
anyways here’s like 1000 words based on this post.
cw for eren slander and the worst sex you could ever have.
it’s lackluster down to the minute details, down to the way he moans your name. how, you think to yourself as you try not to cringe, did you end up like this?
you had seen eren around before, always at the fringes of your friend group during smoke sessions. he was hot, point blank. dreamy eyes and long dark hair you want to just tangle your fingers in and pull at. it doesn’t take much to convince him to come home with you, not when you run your hand up his more muscled than you had realized arm and bat your eyelashes at him all pretty like.
you think he might have gone home with anybody, had they asked.
you found out quickly why nobody else had.
“so this is your place, huh?” he asks, taking a glance around. there’s barely concealed disgust in his voice, and you almost kick him out on the spot. you give him the benefit of the doubt, a true mistake in hindsight, but your place isn’t the nicest right now. you hadn’t been planning on bringing anybody home.
“it’s nice,” he starts, and maybe you were too quick to judge before he unfortunately continues, “not all girly like some bitches.”
strike two, but ah well, you’re not here to ride his personality.
you take the lead, after all you hadn’t been shy in your intentions on why he was here tonight. your bedroom, blissfully, is tidy and you light a couple candles to really set the mood. eren splays out on your bed, already having shed his jacket and, to your utter delight, his shirt, and oh-
this is exactly why you brought him home.
you’re not sure what eren does in his free time, but clearly working out must be a part of it. he’s lean, almost lithe, but there’s abs you have an urge to drag your tongue over. your bed isn’t big enough for the two of you, fuck it’s barely big enough for him you note as you cross back over to him, about to straddle his waist when he speaks again.
“no, baby, take off your clothes,” he asks, making you pause. logically you know he has to have some attraction to you if he’s here, ready to do this but you’re not sure you wanna strip down when he’s not. “i want you to ride my face.”
oh, you think, well in that case.
once you’re naked it takes a moment to situate yourself on top of his face but when you’re there you can already feel yourself get a little wet. he looks, if nothing else, good between your legs, his green eyes staring up at you. eren makes sure you’re looking at him before his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you in closer to him.
hell fucking yes, you think, just before his tongue darts out to lick at you. his tongue barely glances over your clit, managing to somehow touch it and miss it all at once. when he finally applies more pressure it’s not even close, you wonder what he’s even licking at now.
“a little to the left,” you try to instruct him, only for him to make an offended noise, deep in his chest.
“please, baby,” he says, and you can hear the pout in his voice, “i’m a king at eating pussy.”
he returns to your cunt with more enthusiasm and you’ll have to give him an A for effort. his tongue is all over you now, pressing inside and then back up to over your clit. you try to moan whenever he does something you like but it backfires on you because he never seems to get into a steady rhythm. it’s not until you find yourself glancing at the clock on your bedside table because you can’t tell if it’s been five minutes or five hours that you realize you need to get the show on the road.
“oh, eren!” you moan out, jerking your hips back and off his face. to his credit eren does look concerned with your sudden movement.
“what’s wrong?” he asks, helping you move completely down until you’re straddling his stomach.
“i was so close,” you gush, widening your eyes for dramatic effect, “and i really wanted to cum on your cock.” the groan he gives is just side of sexy, bordering on pornographic. you help him shed his pants, switching positions on the bed while he grabs a condom out of his wallet (sketchy, you think, but at least he has no complaints about wearing one). his underwear falls to the floor, and for a brief moment you wonder if you should tell him to prep you more.
he’s certainly the largest man you’ve ever been with, thick and hard, one prominent vein running up to a flushed red tip. his cock curves upwards slightly, in a way you know will hit your sweet spot at the right angle. finally, you think, things might be starting to get good.
the condom is rolled on, and you feel a slight kinship with the way it struggles to stretch around him, knowing you’re about to be in the same boat. it fits and then suddenly eren is there, right on top of you. you can feel his cock nestled in between your folds, shuddering when he rocks forward slightly and it rubs over your clit.
“are you ready?” eren breathes out. polite, you think distantly as you nod your head. his hand sneaks between the two of you, lining him up with your entrance and ohhhh. maybe you should have him stop, put on the lube you have in the drawer next to the bed, but the head of his cock pops into you and then suddenly the rest of him slides in as well, knocking the air from your lungs and the thoughts from your head.
“oh, god,” you manage to choke out when his hips pull back. your hands finally find his hair, tangling in them, sending a harsh shudder down his spine. his hips cant forward again, burying him balls deep inside of you when he stills. you hear him inhale sharply, oh no.
“cumming!” he declares, like you can’t feel the pulse of his cock inside of you as he spills into the condom. he pulls out of you with a groan, slipping the condom off as soon as he’s out, tying it up and throwing it into the little trash can you keep in the corner of the room. to your utter horror he doesn’t start to put his clothes back on but instead heads back to your bed, pushing into the side of you until the two of you are doing what some might call cuddling.
“was it good for you, babe?” he asks, in a sleepy voice. you need to nip this in the bud if he thinks he’s sleeping over tonight.
“so good,” you confirm, hoping he can’t detect the way you lie through your teeth, “i can’t wait to do it again.” you’re going to ghost him as soon as he’s gone.
“gimme like, half an hour and i can go again,” he sounds a little boastful and you roll your eyes when he’s not looking. of course you can go again, you think, you barely even went the first time. you open your mouth to speak, to kick him out, but he cuts you off.
“in the meantime, have you ever seen a show called rick and morty? you need a high intelligence to understand but i’m happy to explain it to you.”
Amaryllis delivers on the promise they made the last time they were alone with Julian
words: 1536
cw: blood/injury
NSFW: oral sex, deep throating, pain play, dirty talk, semi-public sex, cum swapping
accompaniment
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“It seems you aren’t afraid of danger,” Amaryllis taunts.
“Afraid of danger? Why, Amaryllis, I live for it,” Julian throws his arms out wide. “Positively enchanted by danger, I am.”
“Is that so? And pain doesn’t scare you either?” they ask, even though they’re more than certain they’ve guessed the correct answer by now.
“Why should it? In my line of work, you can't be afraid of a little pain. One might say I have… intimate knowledge of it.”
“’Intimate knowledge’, hmm?” Amaryllis places a hand on his waist and takes a step forward, pressing lightly at the wound. Julian swallows, and then grins at them.
“Oho. Are we dancing? What, er. What’s your position? Tango? Waltz?” They take another step, pressing fully at the wound now. “I’ve heard you dance an excellent polka-” The injury hardly seems lethal, and while Amaryllis is no healer, they can sense how the wound is slowly mending on it’s own. His pain level is indicated by the way Julian bites his lip and makes a muffled noise as his back hits the shoddy brick and Amaryllis crowds him against it.
His visible gray eye is clouded with desperation as he looks down at them. “S-so, not the waltz then. Pity, I've been known to cut a rug-“ Amaryllis presses down on the bite, the blood soaking through his shirt staining their fingertips, and he moans.
Oh, he likes the pain alright.
His fingers dig into their shoulder, gripping them like a lifeline as he starts to slide down the wall. “Amaryllis-“
“Ah ah, stay on your feet, Ilya.” It’s a risk, using his given name, what with the way it sent them into a fit of pain yesterday at the shop. “I have an idea, if you’ll hear it.”
“Anything for you,” he gasps out.
“Good boy,” they purr. “Remember yesterday, what I said I’d do to you next time?”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
“I should hope not.” If they were being honest, they hadn’t either. “Now, gloves off. I want to feel your hands in my hair.”
“I um, are you sure this is the best time, the guards-“ Amaryllis’s free hand trails down to palm at the visible hardness in his trousers.
“Then, you’d better stay quiet and come quickly.” Julian nods, and strips off his gloves and drops them onto the ground. “You remember the word I gave you?”
He nods again. “Yes, ‘hemlock’- I don’t mean it right now thou-“ The beginnings of his rambling is cut off by Amaryllis dropping to their knees before them. “Ohhhh...”
“I’m never the one who gets down on their knees,” Amaryllis’s hands remain exactly as they were, every so often applying pressure to both his side and his cock. “But, this gown is a lost cause anyways,” they lock their ruby gaze onto his flushed face, “and I can’t deny that you’re special.”
Then, Amaryllis leans forward and begins to undo the fastenings at his waist with their teeth. Above them Julian gasps, and they feel his hands hover above their head for a moment before— so gently— threading his long fingers into their crimson hair. As efficient as they are, it's only a moment until the sash at his waist drops to the ground and they’re untucking his blouse and pulling his cock from his pants. Normally, they’d prefer to tease him much more thoroughly, but this wasn’t the time. It could be the right place though, another time, when they weren’t running from guards.
“Oh, gods,” Julian breathes, and his grip in their hair tightens.
“Remember, be quiet, lest the guards catch us,” they whisper, and he nods, expression shifting into something even more debauched. “Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Unbeknownst to him, Amaryllis casts a simple silencing spell over the two of them. Certainly they don’t expect him to be capable of actually staying quiet without anything in his mouth to keep him that way.
With one hand, Amaryllis begins to stroke him, teasingly slow and wine-colored lips teasingly close.
“Getting caught with your cock in my mouth, I’m sure it would be quite the surprise.” Their thumb passes over his slit, and Julian is already failing at keeping quiet. “I’m sure some of them would love to stop and watch.” Amaryllis ghosts their lips ghost down his shaft. “And I bet some would even want to join in.” In an instant they go from slow and teasing, to swiftly running the flat of their tongue up the underside of his cock, swirling it around the head. Julian groans, only slightly muffled by how hard he’s biting his lip.
“If you’d let them, perhaps they could be persuaded to spare you. You could switch places with me, get on your knees, hm?” Julian looks as though he’s going to offer some sort of response, but he’s cut off by Amaryllis taking him into their mouth. Instead, he can only cry out, pulling a hand from their hair to cover his mouth with. They hum, before pulling off with a ‘pop’. “Did I say you could take your hands off of me?”
“Ah, no, I- I’m sorry.” he stammers out, replacing his hand. As punishment— albeit not a very good one— they press down hard on his side. This time, he bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Amaryllis wraps their spit-slick lips around him again, looking up at him through their long lashes with cheeks hallowed. In one swift movement, they take him fully, the tip brushing their throat, and Julian let out a string of swears above them. He avoids looking in their eyes, and when they swallow around him, he pulls on their hair and they moan at the feeling, setting him off over and over again.
They pull off of him, leaving behind messy smears of lipstick. “Already so close? After only a few minutes? Perhaps I should draw this out some more.”
Julian finally looks down at them, growing even more flushed at the sight of Amaryllis mouthing at his cock so casually. “No, I- please, you feel so good,” he pleads.
“Hmmm…” Amaryllis hums with their lips on him. Lazily, they swirl their tongue around him, shallowly taking him in and only giving him a few short bobs of their head. Just when he seems like he’s least expecting it, they suddenly sink down on him until their nose brushes against the neat auburn curls at his base.
“Ahh, you’re so good, your mouth is so perfect-“ Not that Julian would know, but his words flip something of a switch for Amaryllis. They start to suck him off in earnest, all while putting more and more pressure on his side. His knees seem to threaten to buckle, and thank the gods they had the foresight to cast that silencing spell, because he also forgets any attempt to stay quiet. More praises and moans fall from his lips, and they do well to encourage Amaryllis, and they wrap their other hand around him to pump in tandem with the slick drag of their mouth.
And it isn’t much longer at all until he comes, his cry even louder and more wanton than he’d sounded yesterday. Amaryllis is careful not to waste or swallow a single drop of his cum, pleased to savor the bitter taste. Julian’s chest is still heaving, dazed and out of breath as they rise to their feet and wrap their arms around him.
When he opens his eye, Amaryllis opens their mouth, tongue lolling out carefully to show off. Julian seems to read their mind then, and before they can kiss him, as planned, instead he crashes his lips against theirs. He wastes no time in slipping his tongue past their lips to chase a taste of himself in their mouth. They exchange sloppy kisses until all his cum is swallowed by one of them.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” Julian says between pecks to their lips, “this is the second time you’ve, um, brought me to finish so quickly, I promise I’m not always like this.”
“Oh even if you were, I like it.”
Just like during yesterday’s afterglow, their kisses gradually turn from heated to leisurely, Julian boneless against them. Amaryllis runs their fingers over the spot at his side, relieved to find no sign of the previous wound.
Amaryllis would be content to stay here longer, see what other trouble they could get up to together. But of course, it isn't much longer until armored footfalls are heard from the street right outside the garden.
“Well, time to go,” Amaryllis whispers against his lips.
“But what about me getting on my knees?” Julian jokes, though they’re certain he really would enjoy such a thing. Maybe, after they solved all his problems, they could arrange for such a scene. Amaryllis rolls their eyes at him as they refasten his belts and collect his gloves.
“I want you on your knees before me,”
“Oh, oh… That’s a much better idea than-“ he clears his throat. “Come, I know a place we can lay low for a while.”
Breaking into one's neighboring house is illegal at first, but to Jaebum, he wanted to meet this new hot guy. There were rumors that he likes to hang with the ladies, and is amazing at fencing, too. Other than the fact he was from China and grew up in the city after the age of four, his smooth talking is a killer feature about this neighbor. Jaebum is more than intrigued to find out about him, as he had finished fucking one of his encounters at the store; which he brought home for "lunch". After he left, Jaebum on his bed, getting up and walking over towards the window. It was halfway opened from the right side, but enough for the gentle breeze to seep through. Placing his arm overhead, he looks through the glass, watching his neighbor bringing home a girl he may have picked up from some bar or possibly from the same store he just came back from.
The nude man didn't want to make himself known to his neighbor, not just yet. He wanted to give him and his company a bit of a show. There was no stopping Jaebum as soon as he starts to run his palm over his enormous erection, leaking out the clear precum through the slit. Small moans were heard from the man's mouth, slowly pumping his big shaft, watching the two just casually talking. The neighbor was stripping off his shirt, possibly trying to seduce her. He was showing some athletic muscle, some bicep and abs, with a light sheen of tone over that magnificent body. That turned on Jaebum, seeing how he will ravish that body all over, licking and sucking those plump nipples with his teeth. "Shit..." he muttered at the thought of it, taking a half step faster on his strokes.
They don't seem to notice Jaebum's actions, as they are willing to stay within their conversation. The girl was clasping her hands together, trying to be polite. His neighbor was grabbing another shirt, unfolding and showing the print to her. She was laughing, but the sound was muted due to their window being closed.
"Bet your girl will like to see you getting pounded by me..." the horny man whispered under his breath. A picture formed in his head with more fantasies, where she will be turned on by his neighbor moaning and panting as Jaebum fucked him raw, pulling his hair. Then they would switch positions and his neighbor will be riding him the next. The sound of his ass being smacked, watching his own large cock thrusting into his tight channel--
His neighbor tossed the shirt to the side, before pointing over to the window. Maybe the room was hot? Just as his neighbor turned, Jaebum initially hide away, only slightly except for his hand rubbing his huge shaft. Then there were some added conversation as Jaebum listened with slightly louder moans.
"... Yeah, I knew it was too hot in here. Feel better?" That was probably his neighbor. He was looking out to Jaebum's window, but he was too far to actually see the image of his dick, so he turned his head.
"Ungh...!" the horny man groaned out, but his neighbor still didn't hear it.
"Yes, thank you. Oh, I'm gonna get some water. Mind showing me to your kitchen?" asked the girl, before his neighbor nodded and shows her out of his room, going downstairs shirtless with her.
Jaebum faintly heard the door closed in the distance. He leaned forward to see them gone. His strokes halted, merely holding the big dick by the base. "What the...? Where did they go?" he questioned in frustration. He wanted to get caught, but that wasn't happening.
The man looked around, releasing the grip on his cock for a moment saw that his neighbor's room is empty. After another minute, an idea crossed his mind. Being horny all the time, Jaebum is always in the need in fulfilling fantasies. One such is actually getting caught while masturbating by someone he knows, or a stranger. The thought of them coming in right when the nudist is about to cum and shoot his big load for the sight to see. It made his throbbing erection twitched at the vision. He wasted no time and heads downstairs and into the backyard. The wooden fence was a little broken due to the bad storm a couple weeks back, so it was easier for Jaebum to fit through. He got into his neighbor's backyard, which his back door was opened. He could hear his neighbor and his guest in the living room.
This was his chance to get in without getting caught while heading upstairs and into his neighbor's bedroom. It was spacious, only having a bed, some clothes in the closet, and many boxes stacked on the corner. On the side of the bed, there was a small box that is half-closed, in which Jaebum opened it and was surprised. There was a bunch of sex toys. Was his neighbor kinky? On top was a fleshlight, a popular item that resembles a rubberized clit with an insertion for any dick to penetrate through. On the other end is a black plastic that houses the semen for when they ejaculate. Shaking it slightly, it was empty.
Jaebum was leaking, and he needed to cum so badly. He remembered what he was here to do: get caught by his neighbor, by his guest, or maybe both. He sat on the edge of the bed and held the fleshlight by one hand and pushes his rock hard dick into the toy and merely starts stroking it, hearing the pleasant sounds of the lube that is already filled on one end of the toy.
Meanwhile, his neighbor walked his guest out because she had something to do later in the evening. He waved before closing the door, cursing himself at the bad timing.
Then there was loud grunts coming from upstairs. His neighbor raised a brow and glanced up to where his room is. He didn't remember inviting anyone else in. With each cautious step, the man walked towards the stairs.
The nudist started to stroke faster with each pump of the fleshlight, watching how his big cock actually fits the toy before tilting his head back in pleasure. He moaned loudly, hearing someone already coming up the stairs. He didn't stop himself from fucking the sex toy.
His neighbor wondered if someone has broken into his house. Trying to follow the sound, it was getting louder and louder, coming from his room. "Who's there?" he called out.
Jaebum didn't respond, feeling himself about to explode by the time his neighbor will come in. He growled in lust, spreading his legs a bit wider before moving the toy in and out faster. "Oh fuck!!" he was about to cum. The man opened his bedroom door, and saw Jaebum in all of his bare body glory. The naked man was furiously fucking the toy, his pelvis thrusts upwards. His dark hair was a mess, looking like he just woke up or probably someone has pulled his hair while pounding their ass. But his body was entirely well built and muscled, while his biceps bulge at every movement.
"Right on time..." the naked man said, looking up to his neighbor up close, seeing how handsome he looks. "I'm gonna cum!!! Ahhhh here it comes...!" he shouted in orgasm before pulling the toy away and used his free hand to pump once to erupt the first stream of cum into the air, some have shot into the ceiling. His neighbor was already in the bedroom, but only inches after entering through the door. The next four shots were towards his neighbor's shirtless body. It was quite the distance, and the amount was so thick and plenty, it was like a big splash of white liquid splattered all over him.
The nudist smirked and shot one last load, thrusting his hips up against his hand as it trickled down to the floor. He was roaring out in pleasure while he orgasmed and finally felt his lust subsiding for a split second. His neighbor was at awe from the hottest sight he has seen. He stood there for a moment longer, only eyeing at Jaebum before moving towards his thick erection. He thought Jaebum was going soft after all that cum, but it was still hard. And the naked man started to stroke again. He made that wild smirk at his neighbor.
"You like that, neighbor?" he asked the other man, licking his lips.
His neighbor was at a lost of words. He does, but then he wasn't sure how to say it together. Using both fingers, he took the nude man's cum from his shirtless body and tastes it for himself.
It was the best taste ever. Somewhat salty, but still so thick and hot. He walked closer, as Jaebum bit his lower lip. From the distance his big cock was just already at the impossible like size, but up close, it was even more huge.
"Why don't you come and give it a lick?"
The other man was mesmorized at the size, and went down on one knee before Jaebum, reaching for his huge cock and took the length to his mouth. It was too big, even for his mouth to fit. He looked up, seeing the naked man's eyes, which are full of lust. This was too hot of a scene to have a nude intruder entering his home. But he didn't care at this point. He wants to please Jaebum more than anything. His wet caverns were covering the entire length. How can anyone be this big and hard? "Bet you can't do this with other guys, hm? Are they as big as me?" Jaebum asked, coursing his fingers over his neighbor's hair. The other man could only shake his head, before pulling himself out. "You're the biggest... Never seen a cock like this..." he whispered, sliding his tongue on the side of the fat erection. Then he lowered himself forward. That made Jaebum smirk even more devishly. "Fuck, man... I'm bust... You want my load in your whore mouth...?" he asked, merely taking both hands over the side of his neighbor's head and pushes his thick shaft deeper, hitting the back of his throat with a loud groan. His neighbor could barely hold back his tears, closing his eyes to focus better. It was so good, having his mouth stuffed like that. Jaebum is a sex god for sure. "Ahhhhhh.... Yeah, I'm gonna cum!!!" Jaebum shouted in pleasure, finally unloading the first three streams of cum into the man's throat. The streams were too hot, and too much to intake in one go. "Ohhhh yeahhhh!!!..." he pulls his big cock out, and strokes it more, unleashing another five more cum shots onto his neighbor's face and lips. The other man was sweating, trying to pant and opened his slightly swollen jaw, trying to catch the next heavy loads. The rest were landing over his forehead, dripping down towards the already soaked floor. Jaebum's chest heaved in orgasm, tilting his head back as the shots were short and trickled. He nudged his big dick, before holding the base of it. By the time he opened his eyes, he sees Jaebum still jerking his hard, throbbing dick. How much stamina does this guy have?! The naked man bit his lower lip, giving his large cock a couple more jerks, languidly slow and sensual. "That was good, baby... Now I want you to ride me... Take those pants off and ride this big cock..." They fucked again. And again on the wall. And once more next to the window. Once the neighbor was exhausted, he was on the bed, his ass and legs moist with sweat and heavy amounts of semen, his ass was red and pink. He was panting heavily, trying to gather strength. But before he could speak a word, he used his head to glance over to where Jaebum was. There he was, standing next to the window. His back, muscular and coursed with defined shoulders, was shown. By the time he turned his body around... He was still jerking his erection, with that same lust over his face and eyes. "You think I'm done?" he said, his huge erection throbbed and shot another stream of cum towards his neighbor's direction. "Oh no, baby... We're just getting started."
A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink.
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As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.
Spinel/Reader
collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants
ya’ll im sorry lmao
You spend the rest of your evening doing exactly none of the errands that you needed to deal with today. Instead, you're laying on your couch and texting your friends.
Y/N: I'm so tornnnn.
Y/N: Do I say something about the cheek smooch?
Y/N: Should I leave it be?
Y/N: Because she's texting like nothing happened.
Y/N: What if I'm reading too much into it??
Y/N: What if that's just how she shows friendship affection???
Y/N: I might make it so fucking awkward if I assume something!
Y/N: This entire ordeal is mortifying!!!
Y/N: I want nothing more than to dig a big hole and lie in it forever.
Y/N: I might be low-key having a panic attack about this rn but what's new.
Harper: Y/N. chill. you're way overreacting to this.
Harper: even if it meant nothing, she still likes you as a friend right?
Harper: i think it would take a lot for her to like.. not wanna stay friends lol.
Alex: im just saying you could probably kiss her and she'd be ok with it
Alex: cheek kisses are pretty forward
Harper: don't listen to him. all of his relationships ended in failure.
Alex: wow
Alex: im seriously hurt
Harper: am I wrong?
Alex: no..
Harper: my point exactly.
Harper: i’m not saying you have nothing to lose or anything.
Harper: because i myself had to tread very carefully with leah..
Harper: but i think you should just see where it goes and not like
Harper: put too much emphasis on this incase it was nothing.
Y/N: Yeah see now you have me worried it WAS nothing!!
Alex: oh my goooooooddddddddddddddd
Alex: the both of you approach women so.. pathetically
Alex: take a risk
Alex: live a little
Alex: what is seriously the worst that could happen
Alex: she kills you??
Alex: lmao
Alex: its funny cuz of.. you know
Harper: i can’t wait to be home and smothering him with a pillow instead of affection.
Y/N: You and me both.
Y/N: Try being the only one available to play games with him.
Alex: both of you fucking love me okay
Alex: alsooooooo i get to be home the day after tomorrow
Alex: the alex is back, babieeeeee
Y/N: Harper please come home I’m BEGGING you.
Harper: sorry you gotta deal with him alone for another month lmao.
Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Alex: can i get a fucking crumb of love here please
You swipe over to the couple of messages Spinel has left you in the past couple of minutes while you were talking to your friends.
Spinel: It’s another stupid ball, I just found out.
Spinel: I told her that I’m sitting this one out this time.
Spinel: She has so many others that would absolutely love to help her, and yet, still absolutely insists that I must be there.
Spinel: I don’t want to go back to homeworld right now, and not for this.
Y/N: And you put your foot down? Hell yeah, dude.
Y/N: Planning a ball for a bunch of gems sounds like a chore anyway.
Spinel: oh, it is, believe me.
Spinel: And they need everything to be PERFECT.
Spinel: Which isn’t realistic anymore now that they don’t expect any of the gems to stay in line with their gem class nowadays.
Spinel: The last ball they threw almost 4 months ago was utterly chaotic.
Y/N: For thousands of years y'all as a race never pushed to deviate from the norm, and now that you guys are allowed to? I’d go batshit with it too.
Y/N: Being stifled in everyday life, and finally you’re free?
Y/N: Fuck, I’d go around fusing with anyone!
Spinel: That is precisely what too many of them did.
Y/N: Lmao. I wish I could’ve seen that.
You tab back over to your group chat for a moment to see what they’re talking about.
Harper: see? they’re everywhere.
Harper: i wasn’t expecting the campsite to have so many.
Alex: you could have built an army and instead you took pictures
Alex: do you know how easy it is to lure chipmunks?
Alex: oh that lil guy on the bottom right is so fucking chunky i love him
Harper: that’s the one that got the closest when i fed them. :3
Alex: oh i fuckin BET
Alex: you dont get that chubby in the wild without takin a few risks
Alex: if u know what i mean ;)
Harper: i hate whatever you just implied.
Y/N: It’s not a conversation with Alex unless you roll your eyes at least 3 times.
Alex: hey i thought it was 4 times
Alex: dont insult me
Alex: anyway, y/n
Alex: are you workin the day i come back
Y/N: Yeah I’m actually scheduled a double.
Alex: scheduled
Y/N: Yes.
Alex: a double
Y/N: Yes.
Alex: he can’t SCHEDULE you a DOUBLE
Y/N: He can if he asks me ahead of time as a favor.
Alex: that fuckin bastard
Alex: always ruining my plans
Harper: you’re still mad at him for firing you last summer, huh.
Alex: OF COURSE I AM
Y/N: Bro you stole like $300 of cotton candy sugar that summer.
Y/N: It’s only fair.
Y/N: Besides, I’m only doing this because he said he’d give me a long weekend for it.
Alex: kay well
Alex: i guess i’ll just go bug you at work and wait for you to get off that day :'(
Y/N: Get me written up again, I swear to god.
Your phone chimes several times, and you swipe down to see messages from both Spinel and Steven. You check Spinel's first.
Spinel: Do me a favor and ignore any messages Steven has sent you.
Y/N: What are you, my boss?
Spinel: I MEAN IT
You quickly switch over to Steven's texts.
Steven: I was going to ask you if your date with Spinel went okay, but I'm assuming it went fine considering she hasn't really stopped talking about you.
Ohhhh my god, this is wild. You reply to him.
Y/N: It wasn't a date as far as I know.
Y/N: I had fun.
Y/N: She's telling me to not read your messages, lmao.
Y/N: Also what do you mean she hasn't stopped talking about me??
Steven: She’s been lying on my floor for the last hour basically gushing about you.
Steven: But you didn’t hear that from me!
Steven: :D
Y/N: Haha thanks, kid.
You switch back over to text Spinel, and get up off the couch to make yourself some tea. Pulling out your kettle, you turn the stove on and grab some raspberry flavored abomination tea bag that your dad loves more than any of the other good tea flavors.
Y/N: Sooooo.
Spinel: You talked to him, didn’t you.
Y/N: Hahaha noooo. :)
Spinel: The fuck did he say?
Y/N: Absolutely nothing.
Spinel: Seriously? I was sure he’d reveal something embarrassing.
Y/N: Nope! You should probably get off his floor eventually, though.
Your kettle goes off and you grab a clean mug, and pour the boiling water into it along with the tea packet. You look down at your phone, and grin.
Spinel: goddammit.
You let the bag steep for a little bit, and add in a small amount of sugar. Walking up to your bedroom you take a snap of Jellybean half lounging, half falling off the stairs and send it to Spinel. She replies with a couple heart emojis, and you wonder if Steven was the one to show her the proper use of them. You set your cup of tea down on your desk, and turn your computer on. It’s evening now, and it’s much too late to do anything left with the rest of your day productivity-wise, so you settle in on playing more minecraft. Your thoughts wander quite a bit, and you find yourself stuck on thinking about Spinel. Naturally. You wonder about a lot of things she’s learned while staying on earth, from things like - does she pay rent? Does she have a job? Does she know what taxes are? Does she know what a relationship with a human looks like? She said she watched a movie, but didn’t exactly elaborate. You don’t know what human-norms she’s been exposed to. You can’t even concentrate enough to mine any of this redstone for Alex, and you nearly die in-game when the thought of ‘does she know what sex is?’ pops into your mind. You grab your phone and shoot Spinel another message.
Y/N: Quick question.
Y/N: If you don’t mind me asking.
It takes her a few minutes to reply.
Spinel: Sure?
Y/N: Do you know how humans are made?
Spinel: w
Spinel: Yes?
Spinel: Steven told me about it a few weeks ago actually.
Spinel: Why are you asking?
Y/N: No reason! Just curious is all.
Spinel: Hm.
Yeah you’re not too confident that she actually knows, and you’re too chickenshit to elaborate right now. You’ll enlighten her later. You spend the rest of the night browsing memes on your phone, and texting your friends and Spinel on occasion. Before you know it, your eyes drift close with your phone in hand.
You wake up when your alarm goes off for your morning shift, and curse at yourself for not charging it last night. It’s at a solid 32%, which isn’t really enough to go about your day, but you’ll have to make do. You get ready for a hopefully not shitty day, lock up the house, and head in to work.
It’s a complete shitshow when you come in, and you turn your phone off to save battery and concentrate on dealing with more than an average amount of tourists. You find Mr. Smiley sleeping in the breakroom/office/supply closet, and have half a mind to lock him in there from the outside for the rest of your shift. It’s pretty busy, and messy, and it isn’t until you’re there for several exhausting hours that you finally have enough time for a break. You turn your phone on, and instantly you’re flooded with messages from several different people. Ugh.
A couple from your dad - just checking in, really. Group chat too as usual, but none of it seems overly important. One from Spinel, and several from Steven. You open up Spinel’s message first.
Spinel: Do you think we could talk about a couple of things later?
Vague, and a little concerning. You text back an apology for getting back to her so late, and open the messages from Steven.
Steven: Hey are you busy?
Steven: I’m dealing with a bit of a situation right now, and could use your help.
Steven: Spinel locked herself in my bathroom, and she won’t come out.
Steven: She refuses to answer to anyone, and several of us have tried.
Steven: I’m just really worried about her, and you guys seemed to bond, so I was hoping..
Steven: That maybe you could come over?
Steven: Thanks regardless.
You check the timestamp, and that was over an hour ago. Jesus christ.
Y/N: Steven I’m so sorry, my phone was off and I’m at work, give me a few and I’ll be right over, okay?
Y/N: I’ll be quick.
He replies almost immediately with a “please” and you pocket your phone. You try not to worry too hard about Spinel as you rush over to grab your things, and knock on Mr. Smiley’s office/broom closet door. He opens it groggily, clearly just waking up.
“Yeah?” he slowly blinks at you.
“I gotta leave early. Emergency.” You stare at him, trying to not be pissed at his lack of work ethic.
“Are you for real? You’ve got another 3 hours left.” He says and crosses his arms, and you glare at him.
“I’ve been working my ass off while you’ve been sleeping this whole time, AND I’m covering your ass tomorrow so you can go meet your old friend! So the LEAST you can do is let me go early when I have an emergency!!!” You almost yell out at him, and he holds his hands up in defense.
“Okay, okay! Fine. Only because you’re a good worker.” He says, and has the gall to look at least a little ashamed of himself.
“Damn right I am.” You spin around and head out of the building, practically running.
You almost trip and bite it several times on the way over to Steven’s place, but you’re more worried about Spinel. You’ve only been to his place twice, but once you’re there you run up the stairs and open the door without knocking. You’re greeted by the only two people in the living room, Pearl, and Steven.
“Oh, she’s here!” Pearl says and nudges Steven, who looks up from typing on his phone.
“Y/N! Thank god you’re here.” He says with furrowed eyebrows.
“What happened?” You say and shut the door, and cross the room over to him.
“I’m not sure! We were just working on something together for Amethyst, and she got a call from Blue and Yellow. She’s been ignoring them lately, and they’ve been bothering me in turn because of that, so I asked her to take the call just see what they want.” He runs his hand through his brown curls, and just for a moment, you see that 12 year old him in again. The obvious stress masks just how young he really is, and you feel bad that he can’t live life like a normal kid. “She went outside to take the call, and was out there for quite a while. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I did hear some yelling. And just when I was going over to make sure they were alright, she comes back in tears, eyes spiraling like months ago, and nearly knocks Pearl over rushing into the bathroom.”
“And nothing since?” You inquire, fidgeting with your hands.
“No,” He says, frustratedly. “I’ve been trying to reach the diamonds to see what this is all about, but I’ve only been getting the pearls. I don’t know what to do. She hasn’t been like this in months. What were they talking about to make her this upset?”
“Maybe I can find out. You said she’s in your bathroom?” You raise an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, the one right over here.” He says and points to it.
“Is it locked?” You ask.
“No,” Pearl glances towards the bathroom door and crosses her arms. “The lock has been broken on it for a while, since Peridot joined us actually. Both Garnet and I tried opening it, but I think once Spinel hears someone trying to come in she blocks the door.”
Hm.
“I’m gonna try something, but you guys are gonna wanna stay away.” You say to the two of them. “I don’t want to overwhelm her with more than one person.”
“Let us know if we can do anything?” Steven makes to pass by you and gives your arm a light squeeze. “And thanks for coming to help.”
“Anytime, dude.” You give him a half smile, and walk over to his bathroom. You turn to take a look back at the other two, and they’re already in the kitchen discussing something in soft tones. You move to knock at the door, make two light taps against the frame, and wait for an answer.
A couple seconds pass, and nothing. Not even any movement. Nervously, you knock again, a little louder this time, and wait for a good ten seconds.
Still nothing.
You take a deep breath, reach out to grab the door handle, and very slowly and quietly open the bathroom door. You see nothing but absolute darkness, and step in. You feel around the wall to your right and flip a switch just as you close the door behind you with an audible click. The room instantly floods with the dark red light of the heat lamp, and before you can even think about finding another light source, you find yourself slammed up against the wall and let out a surprised yelp. You open your eyes to see Spinel’s face inches from yours, pupils wild, her hands splayed against your shoulders.
“U-um,” Your voice cracks a little. “Hey.”
You watch her eyes take a second to find yours, and almost instantly, she lets you go, arms trembling.
“W.. what are YOU DOING HERE!?” She cries, large tears pouring down her face, eyebrows raised in confusion, mouth trembling. Her hair is in loose pigtails, strands untamed around her face, cheeks stained with tear tracks. She looks like a mess, and your heart breaks, just a little. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt y-”
“I’m fine.” You cut her off. “I should have said who it was outside the door, I’m sorry. And um.. Steven texted me while I was at work, and told me what was going on so I rushed over..” You trail off as you watch Spinel’s entire body shake, and she covers her face with both of her hands.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” You hear her wavering voice, muffled behind her fists, and she lets out a choked sob. “Maybe they were right. M-maybe I’m not meant to-” She quickly moves her hands down to look at the floor with wide, vulnerable eyes, and struggles to form the rest of her words. You hear her breathing pick up pace, and you’re starting to realize she’s hyperventilating.
“Spinel, look at me.” Her eyes shoot up to yours, lips trembling. “I need you to breathe.” You do what your friends have always done with you, and gently grab both of her hands and hold them with yours, thumbs stroking her palms in slow circles. She freezes up instantly, and you’re about to panic, because while a familiar touch helps ground you, you register that maybe it’ll make it worse for her. But before you can pull your hands away, her hands relax ever so slightly, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Good. Just like that.” You motion for her to follow your breathing inverals, and she copies you, hands still shaking in yours.
It’s been a while since you’ve had to deal with something like this, but you’re thankful for having similar life experiences. After a solid minute or two of this her breathing is back to a normal pace, but she’s still crying, and now not meeting your eyes. Almost like she’s avoiding them.
“Look, I.. I don’t know what happened with you and the diamonds, but you can talk to me about it if you’d like. No pressure, though.” You give her hands a small squeeze, and she whimpers, looking up to meet your gaze. Tears are still actively streaming down her face, and you have no idea how to make any of this better. It physically hurts you to see her like this.
“C-can I not talk about it? I don’t think I’m ready..” She pulls a hand from yours, and wipes at her face. She just kind of smeared half of her face with wetness, and she looks miserable.
“You don’t have to talk about anything, Spinel.” You look at her, making sure she sees it in your eyes. You slowly let go of her other hand, and hold your arms out in a silent question instead. Her mouth opens slightly, the red glow of the light around her making her look extremely vulnerable and soft, and she looks at your open arms with a blank face for a moment before understanding. Almost instantaneously, she throws herself against you and wraps her arms around your shoulders, shoving her face into the cradle of your neck. You envelop your arms around her tightly, giving her sides a squeeze, and you feel her start to shake again.
She lets out an unsteady sigh, and hiccups out another small sob. You pull her to lean fully against you as you stand there, bracing your back against the bathroom door. She lets you maneuver her, and you rest the side of your face against her temple while she cries. You resign yourself to letting her cry on you until she’s done, if she needs to.
You feel her sniffle against your neck, and try not to mind that she’s getting your shirt soaked. You give her back a few gentle rubs, feeling her body quiver against yours as she’s trying to control her choked breathing. You’re not really counting the minutes, as right now you’re currently having way too many rampant thoughts about what the fuck the diamonds could’ve said to her. You’re mad as hell, honestly, and if you could say shit to them, you would in a heartbeat. You don’t want to make anything worse for her though, as much as you want to steal her phone and video call them to curse them out. It takes a few more minutes, but eventually her crying dies down, and you feel her breathing even out. Slowly, she dislodges her arms from twisting around you two, and you feel a sigh, her breath hot against your neck. You do your best to school your facial expression as you’re realize just how close you are to her, and she pulls her face from its resting position to look at you. She looks awful.
“U-um,” She lifts up her hand to attempt to wipe her face, failing to rub half the tears away. “I don’t really want to go out there yet..”
“You don’t have to.” You say, quietly. “I can leave if you’d like some quiet to yourself.” Her face looks panicked for a second, and she grabs your wrist.
“Please don’t leave me.” She says, voice wavering again. You try not to let your heart shatter at her tone.
“I won’t if you want me here.” You say, and sigh softly. “Here, hold on a second.”
She lets your wrist go as you move slightly over to the sink, turn the hot water on, and grab a clean hand towel from the counter. You soak it in water, and squeeze out all the excess. Towel in hand, you turn back to her, and she’s looking at you cautiously. You lift the towel slightly, motioning to her face.
“May I?” You ask, and she nods slightly.
Tenderly, you brush a couple strands of hair away from her face, grasp her chin with your left hand and pull her forward, gently pressing the towel to her cheek. She closes her eyes, and her shoulders sag a little as she lets you dab at her face, cleaning her of any tear stain marks. She sighs into your touch, and it strikes you that it would be so easy to just.. lean in and kiss her.
Your brain almost short circuits and you snap your thoughts back to reality. There’s a time and place for everything. This is not the time, nor the place.
Once you’re satisfied that she looks a lot better than before, you pull your hands away to toss the rag in the sink, and Spinel, for a brief moment, looks disappointed that you had stopped. Which.. kind of gives you an idea.
“Can I try something? Harper used to do this thing with me when I.. had similar breakdowns.” You ask her. She raises her eyebrow in response, clearly exhausted from crying so much. “Here.” You say, and take her hand and lead her over to the rim of the bathtub. You sit down on the edge, and motion for her to sit in front of you on the floor. She takes a seat in front of you, still confused, but obeys nonetheless. “Can I touch you?” You ask her, watching her face to make sure she’s alright.
She looks up at you, the red light in the room flooding the entirety of her face, making her hair darker, and the whites of her eyes a bit more dramatic.
“Yeah.” She says in reply, voice tired.
You reach out to her hair, and stop for a moment.
“Can I have you face the other direction, actually? Come over here.” You move to open your knees, making enough room for Spinel to turn around and lean against the bathtub. She’s close to you again.
“What are you..” She trails off as you start to take the hair ties out of her pigtails, one after the other. It takes a second, as it’s a bit tangled, but you manage to get both out, and let her hair fall down. You comb out her hair with your fingers, gently, and she sighs audibly while leaning into your touch. You run your short nails along her scalp, scratching and massaging as you smooth out her hair, attempting to pull all the tangles out.
“Touch used to calm me down, and Harper was really good at it, honestly.” You say while pulling out a particularly difficult tangle without hurting her. Her hair is long like this, and you like it. You wish you could grow your hair this long, but it’s kind of a pain to deal with, and the longest you’ve ever had yours wasn’t even to your mid back, you think to yourself. “Sometimes she’d give me shoulder and neck massages, but I preferred that she’d just play with my hair. There’s just something different about another person touching your hair.”
“I kind of get what you mean.” She says, tiredly.
“Can I braid your hair?” You lean closer to look at her face.
“Do what you want.” She says, looking fairly relaxed.
“Cool. Anyway, while Harper was good at that, Alex, on the other hand, was just terrible at any kind of physical comfort. He’s genuine, and he tries, but he’s an idiot. He’s a lot better at distractions, for the most part.” You run your fingers through her hair one more time, before starting to separate her hair into three parts for a french braid. “He’s funny, and comes from a large family, so he always has stories and jokes. Whenever I’d have a panic attack, those two were always so good about being there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”
You notice that Spinel‘s shoulders have lost most of the tension in them, and you’re secretly relieved. You keep talking to fill the quietness around you two, because you’ve always hated the quiet during moments like these. Your friends aren’t here, so it’s up to you to make up for it.
“It was kind of hard, at first though,” You say, and start looping the chunks of hair around your fingers, starting at the top of her head. “Because for a while there, back when I was 16 and dealing with the worst of my abandonment issues, I clung onto Harper like a baby koala. I had this super weird crush on her even though we had been friends since we were practically babies. I think I idolized her because she was just.. good to me.” You accidentally tug a little too hard on a strand of hair, wince and utter an apology while massaging the spot on her scalp. “I’m glad that didn’t ruin our friendship, but for a while there I really pushed my feelings onto her, which was kinda fucked up on my part.”
“Hm..” Spinel mumbles. “I kind of had a thing for Pink, I think. Which ended up screwing with me even more after what she did.” You stare at the back of her head and pause your hands for a second. Huh. Yeah, you had a hunch.
“If she were still alive, I’d punch her in the face for you, I hope you know.” You state, in full seriousness. This gets the first chuckle that you’ve heard from her today, and you’re secretly overjoyed.
“I’d pay to watch that.” She says, and you laugh out loud. You see her smile, just barely.
“So,” You continue, with both your hands and conversation. “A week or so after my 17th birthday, right after Harper talked to me about this guy at school that she liked, I confess to her. And not like a, ‘oh hey, you’re my best friend and I really like you’ kind of way, either. It was more like a, ‘have a mental breakdown over your best friend liking someone else and make them feel like shit about it on your walk home from school’ kind of confession.” Your hands reach the nape of her neck now, braid mostly done on her head, but you’ve got around another 20 inches of length before being finished.
“Harper avoided me for nearly a week after that. I was absolutely pathetic, and inconsolable. Alex was fed up with my shit after a few days, and nearly slapped me over it. He would’ve been in the right, doing so, honestly. I was a selfish asshole who only thought about her own feelings, and not about her best friends.” Your eyes drift to Spinel’s face, and her eyes are closed, eyebrows unfurrowed.
“Anyway,” You’re nearly done with the entire braid now. “She did end up forgiving me. Thankfully. I don’t know what I’d do if it were my fault that I’d split up our friend group.” You pick up the discarded hair tie from earlier, and tie it around the end of the braid.
“I’m all done, by the way.” You say to her. She opens her eyes tentatively, and she looks sleepy. You stand up, and stretch your back. She also gets up on wobbly legs, and turns to look at you.
“Um.” She’s avoiding your eyes. “Thank you. For this.” She’s twisting her hands together, nervously. You lean your face closer to get at eye-level with her.
“Anytime.. and for the record, you look really cute in a braid.” You say and smile, giving her a cheeky wink. You watch her entire face from the neck up turn bright red, and think that you could probably do this forever, and never get tired. She gives you a noncommittal grunt, halfheartedly smacks your arm and you grin at her.
You hear a quiet knock at the door, and look over to Spinel. She shrugs, so I guess it’s okay now.
“You can come in!” You say to the door. It opens slowly, and you see Steven peek his head in.
“Um.. are we okay?” He asks, clearly very worried about her.
“I’ll be okay.” She says, and you think that maybe she should lay down and sleep. You verbalize this immediately.
“Spinel. I think you should go take a nap.” You look at her, and she blinks at you. “I’m serious.”
“She’s kind of right.” Steven says in agreement with you. Spinel gives the both of you a shrug, and even that seems like it’s taking a lot out of her.
“Okay.” She says, and turns to walk out of the bathroom. Steven opens the door wider, and you can see Pearl in the kitchen leaning against the counter, trying to not seem like she’s intently watching all of you.
Spinel makes her way over to the couch and takes a seat, sitting up rigidly. You walk over to her to make sure she’s okay before you leave for home.
“You know you can text me, right? And if you need me, I’ll be available. I’ll leave my volume turned on.” She gives you a nod. “Oh, and.. take this,” You say, and pull off the pullover hoodie you’re wearing right now, and hand it over to her. “Alex used to let me wear his oversized sweaters, and they used to help me sleep, so..”
She tentatively reaches out, and takes it from your hands.
“Thanks.” She says, and gives you a small smile. With her hair pulled back like this she almost looks human, for a fleeting moment. You sometimes forget she’s a gem. You return the smile back at her, and turn around to leave.
After grabbing your bag that you set down earlier from beside the couch, you head over to the front door and open it. Shouldering the bag, you start to shut the door and see Steven behind you. He closes the door behind him, his face searching yours for something you don’t quite know.
“I don’t know what you did, but thank you.” He says, completely genuine.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it for you, too, you know.” You say to him, and he smiles.
“That’s why I like you, Y/N. You’re sweet.”
“Yeahhhh, don’t tell anyone, though. You’ll ruin my reputation.” You smirk, giving him the side-eye. He laughs and pats your back.
“Ohhhhhh no! Whatever will you do!?” He rolls his eyes in jest. “Get home safe, okay?”
“No promises.” You reply, and jump down his steps, two at a time.
It doesn’t take you long to get home, and you’re pretty tired yourself. You make yourself busy by preparing dinner, cleaning the kitchen a little, and calling your dad for another check-in. Before you know it, it’s nearly 11, and you need to sleep for your double shift tomorrow that you almost forgot about. You’re laying in bed browsing social media before drifting off, and you receive a text from Spinel. You swipe down and open the message.
Spinel: Thanks again for today.
Spinel: I baked some new cookies with Steven, and would like to give you some tomorrow if that’s okay?
You smile to yourself. Ughhhhhhhh, you’re catching the feelings disease, and you swat the air around you like it somehow physically manifested around you.
Y/N: I work literally all day, but feel free to stop by and give them to me.
Y/N: Then I get to see a pretty familiar face to break up all the lame tourists.
Y/N: Cuz that sounds super nice. ;)
Spinel: I’ll see you tomorrow, then.
She didn’t react to your obvious teasing, but you won’t let that discourage you. You fall asleep thinking of the many different ways you can poke fun at her, and this time, you charge your phone.
You wake up the next morning feeling well-rested for once, and get ready for work. Alex has sent you a couple texts about when his flight will arrive, and when he’ll roughly come to meet you. Sometime around 4pm, apparently. You shoot Spinel a good morning text, and she replies almost instantly with the same, which makes you smile.
You head to work, texting your group chat about what happened yesterday with Spinel, and give them basically all the details. Alex makes fun of you for a bit, so you curse him out and pocket your phone as you clock in. Today’s going to suck, but you’ve got a few things to look forward to.
You make it a couple hours into your shift before you finally get a break, and Spinel texts you that she’ll drop by sometime in the afternoon once she’s done helping Bismuth with something. God you hope it’s not when Alex gets here, because you are so not fucking ready for that interaction. You eat your lunch and pray to any god out there that you could have one more day of peace.
You’re outside the main building repairing a couple parts on the carousel, ignoring the bulk of the tourists to focus on work. You don’t realize that quite a while has passed by, because someone walks up to you as you’ve got your head in a small door, and kicks you slightly on your ass. You jolt and bump your head against the opening, and you hear Alex burst out into laughter as you groan in pain.
God fucking dammit, this guy. You pull your head out to glare at him, screwdriver pointing at him threateningly.
“Do you want this up your ass? Because I can do that.” You say to him, and he laughs even harder. You roll your eyes at him.
“Don’t promise me with a good time, Y/N.” He says, and you stand up to smack him.
“I don’t think the pointy end would be a good time, idiot.” You deadpan stare at him. He grins.
“You don’t know what I’m into.” He shrugs, and flips his hair dramatically. You hate that he’s stupid and charming, and you love him so much.
“I know I haven’t seen you in 2 months, but like, I feel like you’ve grown taller?” You stare at him, a little mournfully. You’re the shortest one out of your friends, and you’re of average height. He also seems.. handsomer. You think he definitely got a lot more tan. He’s definitely grown into his looks, his dark curly hair and recently shaved face making him look older than you’re used to.
“I don’t think I did, but I think you’ve grown shorter.” He laughs obnoxiously, and you smack his arm again, which makes him laugh harder.
“You’re so mean to me, like all the time. Why do I love you?” You cross your arms and pout, because you know it gets a rise out of him.
“Youuuuuuu knowww, because I’m just so loveable and gorgeous and the smartest one in the group??” He flutters his eyelashes at you like he thinks he’s cute.
“Wow, you are none of these things.” You reply, smirking at him. He puts his hand over his heart in mock offense.
“Y/N, I’m offended. I’ve been here for like, five minutes, and I’ve received absolutely no affection from you. If I don’t get love, I will wilt and die. Do you want to be responsible for my death?” He opens his arms wide, and you roll your eyes dramatically, and stand there.
“We’re not doing this in public.” You say, standing your ground.
“Ohhh, YES we are, Y/N.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Prepare yourself for the onslaught.”
You take a couple steps back, prepared to run. He grabs your arms, wraps his around your torso, and picks you up, swinging you around.
“Nooooooooooooooooo!!” You cry. “Put me down you oaf!”
“No! I want love!” He all but shouts, and spins you around. He grabs your cheek with one hand and starts giving you big ‘ol smooches all over your face, and you’re giggling and trying to push him away, when you hear something drop and spill on the pavement a good twenty feet from you. You look up.
It’s Spinel.
Her face is twisted with heartbreak, and before you can even speak up, she bolts.
You look down, and see the cookies she made you scattered on the ground.
Tags: Threesome (no Wincest), Dom!Sam, Sub!OFC, Sir!Kink, BabyGirl!Kink, oral (male and female receiving), d/s dynamics, spit roast, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). This has no plot, all smut. I did read this over and if some mistakes slipped through the cracks, they are mine! Sorry in advance.
Created for: @spnkinkbingo
“You wanna show Dean what a good girl you are?” Sam asked as he raked a hand through her hair.
“Yes sir,” she answered, her lip trembling “Yes, I’ll show him I’m a good girl.”
“Perfect.” Sam said and walked behind her as Dean slung both of her legs over his shoulders. He was immediately captivated by her scent as he opened her thighs up a little more.
“Ohhhh fuck.” he moaned as he took in the sight of her spread out and wet for him. He heart hammered as he slid his tongue along her slit making her gasp.
“That’s it baby,” Sam said as he raked a hand through her hair “let him hear you.”
“Yes sir.” She moaned.
Sam watched as she twisted and rolled under his brother’s touch. A not so secret kink of Sam’s was watching her get off, either with him or by herself, he loved watching her come. He reached in the bedside table and pulled out the small, bullet vibrator she kept in the drawer and turned it on. He guided the toy over her nipples, making them instantly harden and her moan. Dean looked up, saw what was going on and let a wolfish grin cross his face.
“Fuck,” Dean swore as he watched her toss her head back and whine “keep going like that and she won’t last.”
“She’ll last,” Sam said proudly, he knew her body almost as well as she did, he knew what she could handle “won’t you baby?”
“Yes-FUCK!-Yes sir!” She cried as the toy vibrated against her strained nipples.
“There’s my good girl.” Sam cooed as Dean ducked his head back down and enveloped her pussy with his mouth, he ate her out like she was his last meal. She sank her fingers through his hair and cried out loudly as Sam guided the toy from one nipple to the next, dragging the head of it slowly across her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
“Oh, oh, OH!” She whined as Dean swirled his tongue around her clit. Her thighs snapped around Dean’s ears but Sam forced them open with his free hand.
“No ma’am,” Sam warned “do that again and I’ll take you over my knee.”
“Yes sir!” She managed to squeak out “I’m sorry!”
“I wanna see what he’s doing to you,” Sam said, his voice filled with lust “I wanna see you move, see your pretty pussy drench his face, you understand me?”
“Yes sir!” She exclaimed as he moved the toy down her breasts and to her clit where he positioned the pointed end of the toy right on to her clit, making her cry out.
“OH GOD!” She screamed as she felt the vibrations through her body along with Dean’s tongue mercilessly lapping over her dripping center. She opened her thighs wider to accommodate Dean’s body as she twisted and rocked against his face.
“That’s it,” Sam said “fuck his face baby.”
She rolled her hips, her fingers holding on to Dean’s hair for dear life as she mercilessly rocked her hips.
“Dean, Dean, oh Dean!” She cried and Sam rolled the toy back and forth over her swollen clit, making her climb higher and higher.
“She’s fucking soaking my face.” Dean said to Sam.
“She’s delicious isn’t she?” Sam asked Dean who nodded and went back to devouring her pussy.
“Please,” she begged “oh please, can I come?”
“I want to hear you beg some more,” Sam said “you’re so hot when you beg.”
“Please sir!” She cried out “please! I wanna come! Please let me come!”
“I think you’ve earned it,” Sam said “what do you think Dean?” Dean nodded as he swirled his tongue inside her entrance. He flicked his tongue in and out of of her as she continued to writhe, begging both of them.
“Please sir, please Dean, I wanna come! Please!” Her cries echoed through the room.
“Come,” Sam told her “come for us baby.”
She arched her back, coming hard and fast with a scream. They worked her through her high, letting her ride it out on Dean’s tongue.
“Good job baby girl,” Sam cooed in her ear as he shut the toy off and kissed her cheek “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl for us.”
“Want you,” She told him as she gripped his hand “want you both.”
“You do?” Sam asked “What do you want us to do with you?”
“Fuck me.” She begged.
Dean sat up and Sam looked at her with a grin on his face.
“Someone wants her reward bad.” He said with a smirk “Tell me where you want us.”
“May I suck Dean’s cock while you fuck me?” She asked Sam in the most innocent tone she could manage after having a mind blowing orgasm. Sam smirked at this and gently touched her face.
“Such a good girl, asking politely. Yes, you may.” He told her and nodded to Dean.
She sat up, crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for Dean, whose green eyes were filled with desire.
“I’m gonna return the favor.” She said with a wink as she took his cock in her hand. She lowered her head and took him deep into her mouth, making him moan and his head fall back.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he thrust into her mouth “yes, fuck that feels amazing.”
Sam got on the bed and parted her legs to find she was dripping with arousal.
“Mh, well that’s too good to pass up.” Sam murmured and laid on his back between her legs, sealing his mouth around her pussy.
She cried out as well as she could with her mouth full of Dean’s cock, her hand and mouth working in sync.
“Keep going baby,” Sam told her “suck him off like a good girl.”
She moaned as she took Dean deeper into her mouth, the vibrations from her moaning was driving him crazy.
“Fuck, shit, oh fuck!” He cried as he gripped her hair tightly and fucked her mouth.
Sam growled between her legs as her hips rolled into his mouth.
“That’s it baby,” Sam encouraged “just like that, fuck you’re a good girl. I’m gonna fuck you hard for being such a good girl.”
She let out a moan as Sam’s tongue flicked over her clit and his fingers sank deeply into her. He moved them in and out of her as her arousal dropped down his chin. Dean, meanwhile, fucked her throat with abandon as she sheathed her teeth behind her lips and held on to his hips for dear life as her body rocked between the Winchester brothers. She moaned and cried out as best as she could while Dean fucked down her throat, gripping her hair tightly and letting out a stream of swears.
Sam slipped out from between her legs and got on his knees behind her, flicking the head of his cock through her soaking folds before pushing deeply inside of her and letting out a pleasure filled hiss.
“Fuck baby,” Sam moaned “so fucking tight for me.”
Dean fucked harder into her mouth and clenched his teeth as the chord in his belly tightened hard. He slid his hands down her hair and shoulders and to her breasts where he pinched her nipples between his fingers and rolled them, making her cry out loudly.
Sam reached between her legs and pressed his fingers into her clit, working it in harsh circles that matched his pounding hips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Sam growled as she moaned and squirmed between them “fuck, that’s my good girl, taking our fucking cocks.”
Her body was overwhelmed, their hands and bodies seemed to be all over her as she let out a scream, coming hard on Sam’s cock. Sam fucked her through it and built her back up, her skin was charged with electricity as Dean threw his head back and moaned, coming deeply in her throat. She swallowed everything he had to give down and smiled up at him as she wiped the corners of her mouth. Dean watched as Sam slammed his hips into her and she moaned loudly. Sam pulled her up so that her back was flush with his chest and he turned her head back to him.
“Did you like that? Sucking Dean’s cock like a good girl?”
“Yes sir,” she answered breathlessly “yes I did.”
He turned her head to Dean and said
“Maybe I should let him suck on your tits while I fuck you, would you like that?”
She nodded and he tightened his grip on her throat. “Use your words baby.” He told her.
“Yes please,” she choked out “Yes I want that!”
“Tell me.” Sam growled as he bit her ear again.
“I want Dean to suck on my tits while you fuck me!” She cried.
“Good girl,” he said and made eye contact with Dean, who nodded. Dean crawled up the bed and latched his mouth on to her left nipple and sucked on it hard while he gripped her right breast in his hand.
She let he head fall back against Sam’s shoulder as he gripped her hips and moaned in her ear.
“Such a good girl,” he said “such a fucking good girl for me.”
“Sam, Dean, oh god!” She cried out as Dean switched breasts and lapped his tongue over her right nipple.
“That’s it baby,” Sam told her “moan for us, let us hear you. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he moaned “fuck!”
She cried out loudly as Sam let go inside her and slammed his hips one last time as he emptied into her belly.
After a warm bath, she crawled into bed between the Winchesters. With her head on Sam’s chest and her legs in Dean’s lap, the boys stroked her skin making her feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.
“Did you have fun baby?” Sam asked and looked down at her.
“Yes I did.” She told him and then looked at Dean, who was smiling at her “thank you, both of you.”
“Happy birthday baby.” Sam said and kissed them top of her head.
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