‧₊ ༯ showing up to the genderfuck dyke competition and van palmer is there.
fem!reader , butchfemme dynamic , implied domsub , he/they/she prns for van 👅 , pwp , daddy knk.
van loves feeling like the butchest butch to ever butch. when you feed into it and affirm them they swear they experience actual hard-ons.
“so handsome, baby,” you coo in her ear from behind. “we’re gonna look so good together tonight.” your hands smooth over her shoulders, the wool of her blazer soft on your palms. she smells earthy, a bit smoky with a sweet undertone; that cologne you love.
“fuck, you know you can’t talk to me like that. i get excited.” van mutters with a smirk you catch in the mirror.
he turns to face you, hands finding your waist like second nature. he loves that. the two of you fitting like puzzle pieces, your styles complimenting each other perfectly. when you walk into a room and he gets to trail behind like your accessory, proudly sporting a kiss mark in your signature lip shade — god, it’s too good.
“i’ve been excited looking at you.” you emphasize pulling him in for a kiss. van chases you without question, lips soft and eager against yours. they push your body to theirs, moving against your mouth with the desperation to be closer on their tongue. you pull back and revel in them looking a little dazed, rubbing your thumb over their scar out of habit.
“my boyfriend’s so pretty.”
van snorts, “boyfriend’s a bit elementary for us, you think?”
he groans like that word hit his gut, but you know. heat creeps along his neck under his collar in a way that makes him consider checking the reservation time. to drive it home, you look up through your lashes, holding their gaze when you choose to speak.
“wan’ you to put a baby in me.”
van huffs with a laugh at your flirting, only slightly taken aback by your brazenness. you’re very serious. and you can see it getting to him, impure thoughts clouding his mind rather easily.
“down, girl. let me take you out to dinner first?” van quips, smirk loosely returning.
“what a gentleman.” they shiver, your fingers loosely raking through the hair at their nape. “you gonna fuck me in the car on our way home? make me cry on your cock in the bathroom?”
“jesus, babe, you got such a filthy mouth…” their words come out gruff, strained with the bubbling lust your sweet talking has built. hands get rougher, more possessive around your waist. “i fuckin’ love it. shit, i need to cum in you so fucking bad.” she captures you in a searing kiss, so needy and wild it shoves you back onto your vanity’s chair.
practiced, van comfortably slides his hand between your thighs, tutting at you to keep your eyes on him like you’ve been taught. he doesn’t have to ask you to spread for him, he never does. his rings feel cold against your skin, even colder against your folds when your panties get bunched to the side. the moans you let out when he eases in are pornographic. he hisses at how easy your cunt swallows his fingers, always welcoming him home so warmly.
“you get so fuckin’ wet when i start acting like your man. sweet girl…you wanna have my kids, huh? make me a daddy? dumb slut gets this worked up over a suit and tie and wants to be a mama.” they mock you, smiling ear to ear when you whine about it.
you can barely keep your eyes open but you nod fiercely, abandoning sensibility here at her mercy. her fingers work you so expertly that agreeing is all you’ve got. over and over, van’s mind loops husband husband husband, the title churning in her brain and settling there like a high. he looooves that. your husband. your husband whose gonna take such good care of you.
“so good… hnngh—fuck, feels s’good, daddy…”
“how good? how good does daddy make you feel, honey?”
van replies without missing a beat. he beckons his fingers inside you to accentuate the indecent sounds your pussy makes for him. when your answer lags van whistles for your attention, and your eyes shoot open in acknowledgment. it’s too much. you peer down to watch sterling silver pump in and out of you, the sight of cream coating the rings enough to wake you up.
“i lo… i love it. love you. l-love it s’much! need more.. needa cum.” he drinks up the shakiness to your voice.
“oh, how could daddy deny his baby anything? who do you take me for?” they chime with their usual merriment, chuckling a little to themself while fucking you to your peak.
“cum on my fingers so i can treat you to dinner. c’mon, baby.”
— authors note. hello! can van engage in a little forcemasc as a treat. me dropping a random yellowjackets fic when its not even listed in my fandoms #ohokay guys the hyperfixation won! im a yellowjackets writer now! happy pride month shoutout to the gays!!! this is soooo horny and bad sorry but van the perverted nonbinary butch EVER.
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